Thread: MurderMe.com (AndNich123 and boyo)

Gabriel couldn't help but laugh, he had never met anyone like Molly before. She was free, unrestrained, unfettered. Like a little bird that flittered about. He could not help but like her, it was a shame she wanted him to kill her. Although, on the beach, toes tantalized by the waves and sharing stories of family that seemed to be the furthest thing from his mind. That was a cloud that was far off over the sea, it was not blocking out the sun that shone on them now. As she shared her stories of family vacations here it was like an inkling of why, that was the question that began to flicker and burn in him now. The only question that at some point would matter, only it seemed impolite to ask. Especially as she opened up a small door to him right now, letting him see a small piece of her, an intimate piece. Something hidden from the everyday. Cooking and killing are almost the same thing, he admitted, depending on how each is done. I'm not doing much more than philosophizing on that, I'm no expert on it. For a moment he reflected as the waves came higher, the tide was slowly rushing in as their meandering trail that led from the dock was partly obliterated by the waves. Family vacations were slightly different for me, he dragged a toe though the wet sand. The short line erased by the next wave, like a moment in life it any disturbance was eventually smoothed over. We didn't have any stories like yours, unless you count my father working, or my mother taking us to some charity event. My families are what you might call old money, both coming here before the Revolution, they were particular on who married whom after a certain point. Waving a hand as if he didn't care about it all, status and class and all that nonsense. For some reason as she called him the man in black he liked it, never a fan of Johnny Cash, to listen to something like that at home would be an abomination to mother, he liked the idea of the man. Not really an avenging angel at this point he was more of a curiosity seeker. As he looked at her neck, imagining for a moment his hands there squeezing, holding tight and feeling the pulse of the blood under his fingers. The last gasps of air that would be kept from her as he held close her throat. Could he do it? The idea was still remote, almost academic. Gabriel wanted to know, he ached so hard for that knowledge that his heart hurt. But to actually do it? He could say yes, but once his flesh touched hers would he recoil from the deed. Thinking back to memories of ski trips, beaches in warmer climes. Ancient cities and ruins they had done many things, which all seemed special at the time, but in the end just blurred together. One memory held out though, because it was ordinary overall, but unique for him. Well, there was one afternoon, my parents were somewhere in the city and I was bored. So my mother brought me out for a walk, we ended up in a park. At a playground where I spent some time with some children playing, kids I never saw again. I had a lot of fun though, it was the only time I just felt like a normal person. A regular kid, no tutors, no private schools, no servants, my mom bought me an ice cream and it dripped on my hand as we walked. Feeling lost in the memory, he could see the sun in the trees. The shouts of the children, people doing their normal day to day business. That feeling of cold ice cream falling in small rivulets down the back of his hand, warm and thick, for that one afternoon he was just like any other kid and he liked it. I haven't been to that park in a long time, he mused as he turned back towards the dock and the car, let's go there. Holding out his hand, come on, we can drive.