Thread: MurderMe.com (AndNich123 and boyo)

She watched him leave and climb atop his bike. He started it with minimal effort and soon disappeared into the light of day. It was him, she thought. All of his words so fresh in her mind, had her frozen in her place. It was him. Three simple words that kept coming back to her. He said hed be there. Molly knew the ball was now in her court. She could either call the game and walk away, or she could make a play. Either was the choice was hers. She held all the control. Its something she wanted. Death is ineviatable. How we die is something we can decide. Normally we are all on our crash courses with destiny, barreling at speeds we cant even begin to comprehend towards whatever has been laid out before us. There are times when we can decide to turn left or right. Molly stood at such a fork along her path. One path kept her on along the road lined with the various things in her life that were not likely to ever change. It would be the same house, same life, same job, same family, same issues rising time and time again, but the end of this road was a stopping point she knew nothing about. It would come no matter where she was or whom she was with, and there was nothing she could do about it. The other path was one where other possibilities would open up to her as she neared that end that she could have some say in. Her choice was clear to her. I choose left. She finished her shift with thoughts of the man in black never far from her mind. Aside from a few regulars and the occasional man that flirted with her, nothing was out of the ordinary. Dishes clinked, voices rose, and the smell of food was always heavy in the air. She picked up an extra shift, more than happy to lend a helping hand. So by the time the sun had set and the dark of night had claimed the once bright sky, she was exhausted. Sweaty, her hair a mess, and her feet aching, she climbed into her old car and made the drive back home. It was always the same ritual when she came home. First the door was opened and her purse was hung by a hook next to it. She closed the door and locked it right then. No. Molly wasnt afraid. It was simply more convient to lock it now as she had a habit of simply falling asleep. She wasnt hungry tonight. Having worked the extra shift, she picked up dinner during her break at work. It saved on having to cook anything, and that was always a plus. Turkey on rye had been her dinner. It was an intentional choice. She peeled her shoes off as she sat on her bed before pulling her laptop next to her. The website had taken a few more hits. All of them were jokes, of course, but at least it brought a smile to her face to read the outlandish offers. She pulled herself into the bathroom, where she enjoyed a nice, long, hot shower. Wrapped in her terry cloth, white robe, Molly rested across her bed, next to her laptop, where she slipped into the soothing comfort of sleep. It was the sound of the train rumbling by sounding its whistle that woke her the next morning. She hadnt moved all night. Yet another benefit from picking up an extra shift. Dressing quickly, she then left the house on her way to the pier. It was place she had loved since she was a child. Her parents would take her there. The carousel was always her favorite. She never understood her deep rooted fear of the roller coaster, though she wished she could throw caution to the wind and climb aboard one of the old, rickety cars and fly along the tracks. The very thought made her anxious. The smells of hot dogs, pretzels, and of course funnel cakes filled the morning air as the vendors were busy getting ready for the day. Children already piled along with their parents begging to spend the day. Teens walked holding hands, a declaration of their love for one another. Couples, both young and old, had come to spend the day drinking each other in as well as the sights and sounds. It was a happy place, a family place, and amid it was Molly, alone holding a funnel cake. She neared the faded carousel as its pipe organ melody was already lulling its riders around and around in a perpetual circle. She looked around briefly. Her eyes stopped as she spotted him. He was dressed smartly standing there alone. The man in black, she thought. Slowly she approached him from behind. Molly watched him remembering his face and words from the day before. A smile played on her lips as he ran his hands through his hair. As much as she was enjoying the tension of delaying this moment, it was time. She knew it. Sugar, she said tearing a piece of the funnel cake free. I like mine with sugar and chocolate syrup. A bit indulgent for this early in the morning, yes, but you only live once. Right? She offered it to him, the smile still on her lips. Hello man in black. Im Molly. We should talk. Please. Won't you enjoy some of this with me? I cant possibly eat it all. I never do. Im always biting off more than I can handle. I guess Im a turkey on rye kind of girl. What about you, man in black? What kind of man are you? She looked at him, her brown eyes full of her own fear and yet intrigue as she stepped even closer to him. Her heart began to beat faster. The realization, the truth was there. This could be the face of the man she looks into when she takes her last breath. This is where it all begins for her with the man it will all end with. There was so much she wanted to say and find out about him. There would be time, as much as she was willing to allow. Tell me your name, man in black. I at least deserve to know....the name of the man....who is going to kill me. Don't you think?