‘But don’t you see Mary?’� He shouted happily. ’I did it for you, it
was all for you!’� Smiling, Steve turned to look at her, his thin body
trembling with excitement. He knew he would be rewarded now, and
even the thought of her beautiful smile filled him with anticipation. He
loved her so much.
That hadn’t changed at all when she had left him. Two years ago.
Seven hundred and thirty days, and the wound still as fresh as when
she had ripped his heart and pranced out of his life. And now she was
back. He didn’t know what she thought of him anymore, but was
certain she still harbored some feelings, felt some sort of bond
between them. He had left an impression on her, and knew at one
point she had genuinely cared for him. No, it wasn’t how she felt
about him that worried him, it was whether or not she remembered
that incident. Continued to question his sanity.
It wasn’t really even that big of a deal, only one kid. No one would
miss the boy, he had reasoned. He was after all a very widely disliked
child. Loud, and obnoxious, and with no respect for anyone, he had
gotten his kicks out of stupid things like burning cats and shooting at
school buses. Someone else was bound to do the same Steve had
anyway, and he hadn’t seen it as that serious. Besides, when a lawn
gnome tells you to do something, you sure as hell aren’t going to
argue with it.
He could tell she had been shocked upon receiving his call, and more
so upon hearing about a present, but it was only when she finally saw
what he had gotten her that he was graced with complete and utter
silence. But that was understandable. No one expected their birthday
present to be so messy. And it wasn’t at all common to receive a body
anytime of the year. Kind of morbid, kills the celebration. But still, it
was perfect! Just because it was unwrapped and covered in gore
didn’t mean he loved her any less! He had little time to clean up after
the job, and besides, she had no problem with blood. He had the
scars to prove that. Yes, he had put a lot of thought into what to get
her, and was sure this time he had found exactly what she wanted.
Steve’s mind blanked as he noticed her face, angry and disgusted.
He was confused. Glancing around, he tried to spot the target of her
anger. It was her birthday, and he had gotten her a present, nothing
should upset that. Where was the gratitude he should be shown?
Why was her reaction so wrong? ‘Mary, what’�?’� He jerked, her fist
connecting painfully against his nose, shattering it easily. ‘Mary!’� The
next blow landed upon his shin, shooting shards of pain into his brain.
Screaming, he collapsed beside to the corpse he had so carefully
prepared for her. He had been so sure he had finally found a way to
bring her back to him, and this is how she reacts? He knew she loved
him, what had he done wrong?
He curled into a ball accepting the blows as they crashed into his
side. She was crying, her choking sobs rising above the dull thud of
her beating and echoing terribly in the dimly lit apartment. ’But Mary,
I thought you wanted’�? THUD ‘You said you wanted’�’� THUD ’You
wanted him dead!‘� he screamed. He didn’t understand. How many
times had she told him to kill him? How many times a day had she
broken down remembering the mans violent abuse? She shouldn’t be
angry with him, he had only done what she wanted, done what he
could to make her happy. She didn’t want the bastard alive. It wasn’t
The kicking stopped, and it was moments before he realized why. It
happened so fast he wasn’t even aware of doing it, aware of moving at
all. Aware of the knife. Steve was stunned. He didn’t know what
happened. Only seconds ago she had been standing above him,
beautiful even through the disgust and hatred which had consumed
her face, and now she was crumpled and bleeding at his feet. He
didn’t know why he had done it, only knew that the idea of her being
disappointed in him was too much to bear. It wasn’t his fault.
And then he was kneeling, still not realizing what he had done.
‘Mary?’� His voice was calm, patient, as if he were addressing a
bothersome child who had just stolen the last cookie from the jar.
‘Mary, what’re you doing? Oh geeze, that looks bad’�’� He frowned
slightly, his forehead wrinkling as if confused. ’You’re getting red on
my shoe Mary. Get up now’�Please get up?…Mary’�? Would you
move?!’� This last sentence turned to a shriek, and he kicked her,
breaking her jaw and giving her face a demonic, grinning expression of
frozen amusement. ‘Stop smiling Mary, it’s not funny!’� He kicked her
again, repeatedly beating her lifeless body until all that remained was
a sticky pile of gore. By now he was crying himself, howls of misery
and pain which reverberated off the splattered walls. It was her
birthday! What had happened?!
But then he stopped. His head tilted to the side as if listening to
something in the empty building. ‘Not you’�? He muttered. ’It’s your
fault, all of it!’� Steve smiled widely, an insane portrait of a broken
man. ‘She would be okay now if it weren’t for you.’� He chuckled.
’She never thanked me. And think of all the trouble I had to go
through to prepare it. She would have thanked me if it weren’t for
you’�’� His eyes narrowed alarmingly, and his nails were driven deep
into his skink as he clenched his fist. ‘Shut up! I know they’re
coming! You probably called them, didn’t you!’� His voice grew
hysterical as he began to scream, spittle covering his lips. ’All of it is
your fault, it always has been! I’ve always taken the blame for you,
always!His face, filled with madness snapped around to latch his gaze
upon an ornament shelved high on the wall. It grinned back at him,
unmoving. Short and round, with its two stubby legs. Its red hat was
tall, and pointed straight toward the ceiling. ‘Stop smiling!’� He
shrieked. ’Why’re you all smiling?! There’s nothing funny!’� Blood
trickled through his fingers where his nails had dug in, and his face, a
grotesque mockery of a once handsome man, had lost all traces of
sanity. ‘Stop smiling! Mary, you too!’� He gave her one last vicious
kick before suddenly calming down.
‘I have so little time’�they’ll be here within minutes, and Mary still
hasn’t thanked me.’� He looked sadly at her now unrecognizable form,
and sighed. ’I guess that can wait. You call me when you get better,
right? Right Mary?’� Her broken face grinned silently back at him, and
he turned back to the gnome nodding his head. ’She has such a weak
stomach. Now where was’�oh yes, they’re blaming me’�’� He started
pacing, muttering to himself, and occasionally smashing his fist
against the wall. By now the sound of sirens were becoming obvious,
and steadily growing louder as he shuffled back and fourth. Slowing
down, he sighed again. ’Well, I can only think of one way to get out
of this, but you won’t like it.’� He bent to retrieve the knife he had
earlier discarded, but kept talking. The only way I can get out of this
is to blame it on someone else. And don’t give me that look.’� He
added, noticing the gnome. ‘You deserve it, you know you do. It’s
your fault, and Once they realize you’re the only living suspect,
they’ll have to take you. His face lit up, and he smiled, the one real
smile in the past half hour. ’But could you do one thing for me? One
little favor? Tell Mary I love her. When she’s out of the shower Ask
her how she liked her present.’� Glancing over at the bodies he
frowned. ‘I forgot to wrap it’�’� Shaking his head then nodding, he
turned and faced the wall. ’Goodbye little gnome, you control me no
longer.’� His last remaining thought, a confusing mix of jellybeans and
star wars ended easily, his knife sliding smoothly through his skull.
Just a very quick rough I did. I was planning to go further with it, and neaten it up, but I never remember. Critique (helpful) is always nice =)