Chapter II of The Terrible Discovery:
I see the both of them, looking all innocent. There's no trying to fool me, you fags!
I know what you want….I can see it, and I can feel it. You just stumbled across your worst nightmare….and yet you have no idea that this is only the beginning.
Hunter and Shawn-awe, don't they make such a cute pair! Holding hands like that; and yet, don't they claim to be straight?
Of course, I'm not stupid….I see it in wrestling all the time-men who turn queer because they can't get any at home from those whores they call wives!
Yet, I like it…I've always hated Degeneration X. They make me so sick to my stomach! Doing their crotch chops, and mooning the television cameras! And that so called Christian named Shawn-he'll be the first one to go.
I continue watching them drive down the road and out toward the highway exit through my binoculars-probably to search for another fucking hotel room! I think to myself. They think they can avoid me….well they have another thing coming, that's all I have to say.
Their back tail lights disappear entirely as I light up another cigarette. What a long day. My first kill in a long time….and yet these police officers have no god damn clue it's me-again! They should know my M.O by now-I slit the damn bitch's throat and let her bleed to death-it's simple, really.
Yet it's so brilliant…even the police detectives had admitted to me at one point in time that they were shocked and appalled by my handy work. Just the way I like it-I like to scare the shit out of people in that way-hell, it's fun! And damn if this town of Chicago doesn't need it-they need a thrill every once in a while. I turn on the ignition again and stare dead ahead, thinking of what I am going to do next. Then I see her-walking around the parking lot all alone. God….wouldn't I love to just make her scream.
So, I put the damn car into gear and drive up next to the curb, where this woman is standing. I greet her kindly. She'll fall for this….I know she will-they ALWAYS do!
"Why hello there, looking for a ride?"
"Uh, yea….I'm waiting for my ride."
"Oh, so what's your name? Haven't I seen you on television before?"
"Yea," the woman says, tossing her long brown hair to the side, "I'm Candice Michelle, one of the divas for the WWE."
"Oh, well hell, I've always admired you….you're the sexiest woman I think I've ever seen."
"Why thank you." She smiles, holding out her hand. "And you are?"
"Oh," I think fast, "a dear friend of Vince McMahon's. If you need a lift I'd be more than happy to give you one. Where are you heading?"
"Heading over to another hotel, I'm sure as hell not staying here!"
"Oh, well I can help you out with that," oh if only you knew! "I know my way around this town, perhaps I can give you a lift to one of the finest hotels in the area. The ride is free, of course."
Candice hesitates before getting out her purse. She grabs a cell phone from the top pocket and dials a certain number. After a little while, she heads over to the passenger side of the car and gets in. Unaware of course, of the terrible mistake she has just made. The killer smiles to himself as he shifts gears and hits the gas. "So," Candice begins, "what's your name?"
"Name's Frank," I lie, "I live around here. I know everything about this place….and just to be nice; I'll give you a scenic route to my favorite hotel. How does that sound?"
"That sounds great!" She says, smiling cheerfully.
I stare straight out through the windshield, just imagining of what I'm about to do to this bitch! I hate the WWE and all it has to offer-including its damn sluts they have for divas. I decide quickly the best way to my favorite place….my sacred dumping ground….
The WWE and the police department think they had witnessed enough-they haven't seen ANYTHING yet!
To Be Continued….
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