The wind was harsh the cold bit at her very skin, as young Michelle walked to her car after finally being proveninnocent of murder. There had been many times she had to go to court, so many that she had spent over two years stuck in prison for something that she did not do.
"So much for a fair and speedy trial," Michelle thought unlocking her car door. Could you believe it? They were making her pay for the amount of time that the car had spent in their parking lot. It was unbelievable, they held her in court for over two years and she had to pay for a lousy parking space.
Michelle opened her car door, it had not been taken care of in ages. The door even squeaked in protest as if it did not want to be driven. Luckily someone was nice enough to make sure it was safe, by checking the engine before she made the journey home. However even though it had been taken out for a spin, or so to speak, it still smelled as if it had been abandoned for years, which by the way it had, if you were not paying attention. A half filled coffee mug and reminence of muffins could be found on the floor.
She got in the car disgustedly and drove home making a mental note to clean her car as soon as she arrived there. Michelle was amazed she still remembered the way. Thanks to her friend all her animals were fed, but no housecleaning was done. Michelle was nervous to see what her house would look like. Michelle drove her car down her lane, it looked spooky with a mist of evil in the night. The very trees seemed to whisper "murderer." She parked her car halfway up the driveway, because her house had been under construction, the half filled dumpster that she had rented had been blocking the center of the driveway. She wondered how much "overtime" she would have to pay for that.
As she walked up to her house the wind seemed to be enough to blow her away, as the bags on the dumpster flapped in a creepy manner, she hesitantly walked up to the door. Michelle's door had not been locked because of her friend having to be left in or out.
Her dog boundedtowards her as she stepped threw the door, but instead of a nice warm welcome home, he (the dog) growled.
"Hey its just me!" Michelle shouted.The dog backed away, but then slowly came forward to rub its head apon her leg. In the commotion she never got to turn the lights on. As she stepped backwards her foot collided with a 2 x 4 that had been left for the kitchen extension. She stumbled backwards her hand now colliding with the light switch, but she paused. She had seen something that took the breath out of her, two yellow eyes gleaming near the door to the living room. Michelle flicked on the light switch to see her cat sitting there looking at her like she was some sort of freak.
"Aww, Peaches (the cat so perfectly named for it orange, peachy-colored hair) sorry, you gave me quite a scare.The cat pranced forward much happier to see her now once she wasn't stumbling around like a maniac.
She jumped down on her sofa and reached for the remote. Her hand grazed the coffee table leaving a trail where the dust had been removed. Michelle had been paying bills from inside her cell, so she still had her beloved cable. She now thought after spending that much time in worry, she deserved at least 15 minutes of channel surfing.
click news, Michelle Manny, released, innocent for murdering her husband, Kevin Manny, the owner of the chain store, Mannies. click "Its Leighway dumbass, you dont really think I would keep the name Manny, after he was murdered." click basketball click Anaconda (most stupid movie ever)click Michelle Ma click Kevin Mann click "Think of something more interesting than that to put on the news, click murderer... murderer... murderer... cli... she drops the remote on the floor, mad at the wind for calling her a murderer again.
murderer... murderer... murderer
"For the last time I'm not a damn murderer!"
your right... murderer... murderer...
"huh?"
murderer...
"Oh shut up." Michelle said outloud, if anyone could hear her now they would think she was crazy, talking to the wind.
murderer...
Peaches hissed jumping up on the chair across the room. murderer, murderer, murderer.
"I'm not a, I'm not a..." Michelle trailed off, she was feeling faint.
murderer, you were always stupid, so is the rest of the world, you the murderer, ha, that would be the day.
"What!" she screamed clearly panicking that she was hearing voices.
murderer... turn around and face me... murderer.
She slowly turned around the dog whimpering at her feet. There was a gleam of silver that reflected the TV. The figure walked into the light of the TV, and Michelle saw who it was for the first time. She screamed and jumped over the back of the sofa arm, falling to the ground on the other side her back to the wall.
"Y.. your.. your dead..." Michelle barely stuttered out.
"You are really stupid," the figure answered, "I am not dead."
"I just spent ages in trial..."
"Ya you did, and for nothing, how did you get out?" he asked cruely.
"Well I was proven innocent, I mean I never had any intention of killing you..." Michelle answered refusing to get scared.
"You screwed up my plans, bitch, but no matter I can always kill you now."
"W... what?"
"You were supposed to go to jail for killing me, I didnt want you to die, but I knew you would stand in my way of my dreams."
"Your dreams? What dreams? and if your not dead who is?" Michelle said bravely.
"That is a very interesting question. That would be my brother, I killed him ("you?" Michelle questioned but Kevin continued with his story), yes I killed him. I drove him to my store, he thought I was giving him a discount off of something, give him the inside scoop of owning a store or something. He never thought his beloved brother would kill him."
"What the hell, dont the police check the body or something to make sure it was yours?"
"There was no need to, the body was found outside my store, holding my gun, holding a sign that said 'my wife is powerful, and I will no longer own the store.' Dont you think that was enough? His face was so mangled from the blade I used, this one as a matter of fact, no one could tell the difference between me and him, but it was way to obvious that it was I. Of course, you also called me in missing, and since my brother has no one in his life that cares about him, no one would even notice if he disappeared."
"So what is your dream?" Michelle questioned in disbelief.
"Be the feared name of the ages, kill lots of people, you know the deal." Kevin answered evily.
"Ha, you sound like Voldemort, from Harry Potter, haha." Michelle answered, not being able to control herself from laughing.
"Ya well that was my inspiration, and of course I do have the power of telekinesis, so I can do a lot with that. However, I would rather kill you the old, non-magical way." Kevin said walking towards her. "No one will ever suspect me, seeing as I am already dead, and if of course someone gets the chance to lock me in prison, that telekinesis will come in handy." He lifted the blade, the dog whimpered, the cat hissed, Michelle screamed, not being able to move from between the sofa and the wall. Kevin brought the blade down, the murder had been completed. The one Kevin wanted to do for years, but couldn't bring himself to do it.
"Such a pretty face," Kevin said outloud. He brought the blade down onto it, just for good measure. He placed the sign on her chest,"I am the Lord of Murder"
Authors note: Yes I know there is HarryPotterish values in here. For some odd reasons the spacings between the words got screwed up.. so sorry.