Thread: MurderMe.com (AndNich123 and boyo)

As she walked away with the check and cash the phone buzzed, reading the message he smiled. Looking at her she didn't come across as someone sick, though you could never tell just by looking if someone was terminally ill. Often it was something inside, that ate away, only apparent at the end. A finger on his lips as he watched her open up the antique cash register and count out his change, which he did not want. For a moment he wondered, could he do it? Would it be worth it? She wasn't gorgeous, women like that only plan their own demise in the movies. No one in real life does it, and a gorgeous woman that a man instantly falls in love with, no one would do it. Or a madman. Was he mad to consider it? Gabriel was many things, but mad, or insane. No. That wasn't it. Curious maybe, obsessed possibly. Only that fine line between obsession and madness. Perhaps he was closer than he thought? As she came over he had to admit she had energy, something about her made him feel at ease. It was odd, it made him doubt that it was her, or maybe a joke. The change clinked on the table as she put it down. Looking up at her brown eyes gave her an easy smile. Worrying about funnel cake in the morning is probably the least of it, he said as he stood looking into her eyes. Something there moved, for a moment he thought about putting his hands around her neck and squeezing until the eyes change. Until they opened and showed him the mysteries beyond. Keep the change, he grinned as he slid out of the booth. I have always loved the roller coaster, not just the anticipation of what lies over the hill that you cannot see, but the excitement that this time may be the one when something happens. Something terminal. Picking up the helmet he wondered, would she understand, was she the one? I'll be fine thanks, stopping for a moment he turned to her, looking at her as if in confidence, moving a little closer. Smelling the kitchen on her, the diner food, in some ways it made him hungry. It was her eyes he wanted to see, see them now. Before it all. They were open already, full of life, and something else. I used to love the carousel when I was a boy, so high upon the horse and each time it went around the horse would go higher and higher and I would imagine that it would keep on going to the sky. Clutching the helmet, I'll be there. Thanks for the the sandwich, it didn't kill me, but it was filling. Stepping out and on the bike it rode rough on the way home, in the garage he set it aside for repair. Draining the engine and cleaning it out during the day as he thought about it. About her. By afternoon he was tired and the bike was in pieces in the garage, the tarps stained with oil and grease as he cleaned the parts and immersed himself in the details of the repair. Stretching after lunch he went back to the house, the maid and butler left him a meal in the kitchen and the daily mail. They were the only staff he kept on after his parents death, more to watch the place than any sort of companionship, he had become used to them over the years, barely noticing when one or the other would change. They left the house ready for him as he needed, by bedtime the bed was ready and in the morning breakfast and coffee were waiting when he woke. For a change he took one of the sports coupes out, if he was going to meet her they might need to drive somewhere and it was easier to speak in a car than riding on a cycle. The pier showed its age, it had been there awhile and the rides were looking dated. Flakes of paint and numerous repairs showed on many, the roller coaster, a wooden one, still ran. The rickety sounds of the car as it careened about the curves of the track, the way the posts shook when the cars sped by it made him wonder if this would be the one that a bolt would let go. Something would happen. As he waited by the carousel he ran his hands through his hair, in a tight black t-shirt, jeans, and black sport coat he seemed under dressed, only the quality of the coat and shirt said that he did have money, no matter how he looked. Right now, that was nervous.