Thread: MurderMe.com (AndNich123 and boyo)

As Molly stepped up to him in the water it was like the scene on the beach in From Here To Eternity, except they were not lying down in each others arms. There was a moment, something passing between them, something that was a distraction to what he wanted but it was there. A beat of the heart for a moment when they looked in each others eyes, a spark went off somewhere inside him until she screamed and ran out of the water. Shaking his head laughed a moment, hearing her ask him to let her in. Don't worry, you'll get in soon enough, he promised. Holding her hand felt as if they had jumped up on the relationship scale, he'd just met her, in order to kill her, yet they were on the beach talking of intimate things like lovers. If that was the case he only saw one tragedy that fit, your last name is not Capulet is it? No, couldn't be. That would be too odd. Instead he led her back to the dock, don't worry about the car, someone will clean it out. They always do, he walked barefoot with her back to the car talking intermittently. We, I should say I now, I have more at home. There is a spare, not the same kind of course, Dad had a few different ones. I used to think he matched them with his ties we went through so many. I guess that's why I have a few bikes, that and the racing. Always crashing one up every now and again, he mused over the other night as they made their way to the car. A two seater he wasn't sure what to take today, so he took the Z4. The BMW was a nice car, it rode well and he thought the convertible would be best since the weather was nice. As he helped Molly in he got in barefoot himself, it had been awhile since he'd driven without shoes, it was another beach, another time. Looking over at her as the wind moved her brown hair, watching her struggle to keep it out of her face as he sped up and braked to move through the morning traffic. I guess you saw the bike when I met you at the diner. Laughing he pulled the car into traffic, cutting a few people off in order to get to the park. For some reason he really wanted to get there now, to relive that day. I'd had a crash that night, almost died I guess, if the bike had been going maybe 10 mph faster I would have hit the curve, rather than surfing the bike and getting out alive. He recounted a few other near death experiences, reliving them as he made his way on autopilot to the park. Being morning it was mostly deserted, a few dog walkers, joggers, and the old people who moved around slowly feeding the squirrels and pigeons. There were a few trails along the pond in the center, and in the small groups of trees that were more managed than natural in their placement. Still it was a green space in the middle of an urban sprawl, what did one expect? Barefoot he sat on the hood of the car, the silver body slightly indenting when he sat. Looking over it all felt the warmth of the afternoon that day, the freedom of not being him, the way his mother indulged him that one and only time. It had meant more to him than he had ever said to her, and that chance was gone. It was here, he gestured at the pond, pulling his feet up to the bumper. Sand scratched the soles of his feet as he put his elbows on his knees. Resting his chin in his palms, usually life was so regimented. Can't do this, can't go there. We had social status and respectability to uphold. A family name, two of them, that mattered. Not sure to whom, not to me. Mostly I wanted to play, to get out of the house and be myself, this was the one time my mother let me. I played with some kids I never saw again, ran around barefoot in the grass, and at the end of it she gave me an ice cream cone as we walked hand in hand around the park. Sighing, all that is gone now. I never told her how much it meant to me, and now I'll never get that chance with both of them gone.