Rahwen's Holiday Special - Dry Ice

I take a relaxing stroll every day after work, and I pass by the high school, and then the park, and then I pass the ice rink. I always see a cute couple sitting outside the school every weekday, I see them at the park every Saturday, and at the ice rink every Sunday. A twenty-two year old named Robert, and a twenty-one old named Julia. She was a beautiful girl, and I wanted to be with her so bad. I had to do this, but I had recently heard about a sick 47 year old man from Kentucky who tortured girls around her age to death.
I wasn't about to get involved in any of that, I just wanted to be able to touch her, that's all. That boy stood in the way, though. But they looked nice together, and I wasn't prepared to rip them apart like that though. I just needed a way to do this. I've tried talking to her, and she's very nice, so cute, almost like a teddy bear. I've become good friends with her mother and her grandfather, as her father was recently involved in an... accident.
As I learned more and more about her, I found myself taking pictures and videos of her. I've even started to observe her and take notes. God, it hurts my heart how she is so close, yet still so far. I've studied her for so long, but I need to get closer. I decided to treat both Robert and Julia to lunch. I took them to a Greek restaurant downtown, before letting them spend the night at my place. We had a fun time, playing twister and checkers and such. Then, when they went to sleep, I took the opportunity to rid myself of Robert. They were staying in the guest room in the basement, and my little laboratory was behind it, hidden by a false wall. I also kept a rifle in the house, just in case, so I grabbed it and prepared to do my dirty work.
I dragged them out of the guest room and into the lab, not worrying about them waking, as I had heavily sedated them at suppertime, causing them to go to bed and fall into a deep sleep half an hour later. I found my silencer, the smooth metal slippery in the palm of my hand, and shot Robert once through the head and twice in the chest for good measure. I cackled with delight, as she was finally mine! I threw his carcass in a deep pit, which I had dug earlier just for this marvelous occasion. I then turned to where Julia should have been, but wasn't. I was puzzled at this, but I shrugged the slight feeling of nervousness off, too eager to find her. I looked all around and couldn't find her still. I returned to the pit where Robert's body lay, and it was still there, with an unrecognizable face and a pool of blood. I just stood there for a few minutes, admiring my handiwork. The blood had seeped through his dark gray hoodie, and the once mostly white Christmas sweater underneath had become scarlet with two darker spots where the bullets had entered. His knit hat was coming off his head, and from up here, you could tell that brain matter and blood was leaking out of the exit wound in the back of his skull.
I didn't know why, because this sight made me sick to the stomach, but I was absolutely mesmerized with what I had done. Before I could tell what was going on, I fell down to the bottom of the pit, with a sharp pain in my upper back. I may or may not have lost consciousness, but when I was no longer disoriented I noticed that the front of my body was covered in blood. Gross. When I came to my knees, I found that there was no source, and that I had landed on Robert's dead body. It was his blood, not mine. Not caring at this point, I looked up to see what had caused the pain in my back and what had caused me to fall. I saw it. It was Julia, or more precisely, was Julia. I saw a demon, with dragonesque looking wings, flying in the air above me. And it was holding a tub I recognized, but I didn't know from where. It laughed, pouring the contents down on me. A piece of whatever that was struck me in the head, and as I fell down, it was burning me. More and more of this substance came raining down, and I realized that it was dry ice. As I was being burned to death, I also realized that I didn't know too much about her after all.
Well, all's well that ends in hell.
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