Plan B: The Best Christmas Ever by Kristen and Julie
TODAY’S BREW: Mimosas! Merry Christmas everyone!
Here is the next segment of the short story, apparently series, that we started way back, called The Plan. Thought we would use our good ol’ fashioned technique of passing a notebook back and forth and writing another one together. Kristen did the opening, I did the end. See if you can figure out who did what for the rest! Have fun! There is no prize.
Plan B: The Best Christmas Ever
by Julie Hutchings and Kristen Strassel
I snapped off the TV. I had enough of the over made up bitch on the news pretending to care about a string of victims, senseless violence, blah, blah, blah before switching back to her regularly scheduled goodwill to men. I rolled on my side facing Jeff, who laid half awake on the scratchy hotel bedspread. This place was disgusting. He kissed me roughly, cupping my ass against his side. The old fashioned Christmas lights flashed red and green onto his face.
He curled his finger into my hair the way he always did now, making me groan and lean into him. He murmured into my ear while he sucked on my earlobe. “You know, we’re gonna get caught sooner or later if we don’t mix things up a little.”
“What makes you say that? Because Muffy Newsreader is hot on our trail?” I ran my finger down the middle of Jeff’s chest, my fingernail leaving a mark on its way down to his jeans. “We’ve covered our tracks. We’ve been creative. They’ll never catch us.” I kissed him again before he had time to protest.
“Baby, we are still amateurs. We can still get caught.”
I pulled away from him, confused. “Amateurs?” I smiled, but my teeth were gritted. “We have mutilated, maimed and killed six people, and always find new ways to make it fun.” I was getting really hot now, but angry too.
“I didn’t say it wasn’t fun. But it’s not like we’re CSI or anything.”
“We can kill them too, if they come too close.” I pulled myself up on to Jeff, straddling him. I leaned close to his face. “They can’t catch us if they’re dead.”
He was getting hard, but looked a little scared. “That’s an awful lot of people to kill, armed people, Kendall.”
I jumped off of him, running my fingers through my hair and pacing with the excitement of it. “It is! But we can’t get ahead of ourselves, not yet, we need to think about the present, not what could happen, not about the what ifs! If we keep doing it new ways, keep offing these fuckers different, nobody will ever think it was the same murderer! So we need new ideas, we gotta get creative!” My toes dug into the nasty carpet to hold me still.
Jeff sighed. “What do you have in mind, babe?”
“Lots of things! I mean, we can strangle them, we can beat them with baseball bats.” I pranced back over to the bed, leaning over to Jeff so he got an eyeful of cleavage hanging out of my party dress. “We can skin them alive.”
“You really took to this, didn’t you?”
“I learned from the best. Amateur my ass.”
He jumped up and started pacing on his own, but he was nervous, scared like those girls, and it made me angry. “We have been together on this every step of the way.” He moved toward me, ready to plead with me. I knew that look. “Since we were kids, I have been with you every step of the way. But you are getting out of control here.” He held my arms. I pulled away.
“You just can’t come up with any good ideas, and now you’re scared. But I have more.”
Jeff started to breathe heavy, anger sending flames to his eyes, making him shake. “Don’t tell me what I can’t do! I can do this as well as you can! We should burn the next one. Burn her alive.”
“See, now you’re thinking! We haven’t even scratched the surface. There’s so much we can do with this, Jeff. This is the best Christmas ever. By the time we get to the next city, we will have those idiots so far off the trail, they’ll never be able to keep up with us. Our biggest problem will be which one we should do first.”
He had a faraway look, his wheels were spinning. “I want to kill the next one myself. Lots of people kill themselves at Christmas, make it look like a suicide. Maybe not burn this one, but something a little more subtle.”
“Subtle?! Why the fuck subtle?!”
“Because I want more time, and we can’t go big with every one, or it will bring the cops on us quicker, and it will take the punch away from the really good kills!” He was pissed now, and happy about it.
“I want to make them all really good kills! Flaying! The next one gets flayed!”
“Fuck, Kendall! This one is mine, and I say we go subtle!”
“Subtle is for pussies.”
Jeff’s lips tightened like they always did when he was ready to explode. He let out an aggravated growl as he spun to the girl on the floor. I had forgotten she was there, crucified to the filthy maroon carpet with two railroad spikes through her hands, one through her left foot. We through a little garland around her, just for Christmas spirit. My dagger pinned the other foot down, improv work when the bitch had tried to get away. He knew she couldn’t talk through her smashed in teeth, but Jeff asked her anyway.
“Well, what do you think?”