Perfect Murder
#3 of Non Furry
I will admit the plot and content are rather shaky. Based on Roald Dahl's "Lamb to the Slaughter"
"Something's happened to me - something bad. And I don't know what to do. I don't see any way to get out of this. It seems to me that this world is unfair and I cannot go on living. Many people would say to go and seek help but no one can help me. You cannot understand the pain I have gone through. This cataclysmic event that has happened will shock and horrify you. If I am found alive and do not read this then you would kill me anyway. No matter where I have been I have not found any hope. Ok well here's the story; Jake and I were out hunting last Friday night. Soon enough a massive and majestic buck was in sight. With the target clear in sight I fired my rifle. I heard another shot fired at the same time and a gasp of pain escaped Jake's lips. I soon enough called the cops and they pronounced him dead at around 9:30 that night. I told the cops my story and soon enough went away. This is where the guilt had started to set in because the target I fired at was actually Jake"...
Mary stopped reading at this point. A wave of dizziness washed over her as the event of the last two weeks became clearer. Wesley's late nights at the pub along with his stares becoming more and more distant. Mary thought that it was the shock from his twelve year old son being killed in a hunting accident. 'I was only the mistress,' thought Mary 'I never even met his son, yet sure enough the cops almost break down my door in search of answers'.
Mary walked towards the window and sat on the recliner almost breaking it with the haste of her arrival. 'The worst of it is that the letter was given to me and not his wife.' She said aloud. The intensity of then seemed to catch up with her and she suddenly began to weep. At this the reporter and detective sitting in the room with her took up their coats and left. 'Well Miss Burges you have our deepest sympathies in the matter and the moment we find your... um, ahem ... lover's body we will inform you'.
The Two gravely men began to leave the house. When they had driven away Mary's weeping subsided and she began to laugh. Her laughter filled the house and darkened every room. 'You can come out now dear' she called, opening the wardrobe door. Almost as soon as the door opened the bloodied corpse of Wesley dropped out. The stench of two weeks of decay greeted Mary as she moved the body slowly towards the chair. With the house being in the countryside and all curtains drawn they were alone. Leaving the room Mary began to ponder her decisions. Does she destroy the evidence and keep the police from ever finding the body or does she keep him as her prize.
"Ha', She thought to herself 'they will never suspect me; the meek and lonely mistress. He never told me he had a kid let alone that he has old enough to be my brother. Well could have been worse...' looking back at the decaying form on the floor she notices his small wedding band glinting in the sun. As she removed the ring something caught her eye, the ring wasn't plain gold but had was encrusted with pink diamond. Pink diamond! One of the rarest and most sought after diamonds in the world, only the mega rich owned these. 'I should have also re written his will that is a lot better than any suicide note. I could have been rich, but I'm sure that this will have to do.
Giggling to herself she began to shove her ex-lover's body back into the wardrobe. A memory of her former lovers; Carl, Harry, John, Mark all seemed to haunt her. They were all perfect to her and yet all seemed to have one fatal flaw. Carl was an alcoholic, Harry a gang member, john a paedophile and mark was gay. Ironic how many of these fatal flaws were proven right in the long run. As Mary began to close the wardrobe she heard a soft tapping as if someone was knocking on the window. This startled Mary causing her to knock open the wardrobe fall inside and knock her head on something hard...
Mary woke up a few hours later her hands covered in blood. The drowsy state she was in caused her to see odd shapes milling about her. It was when those blurs began taking form that she began to panic. The Police were here. You see when Mary fell over it created such a bang that the old lady next door thought that she was in trouble. When the ambulance and police crews turned up they uncovered a bloody sight. They found Mary unconscious embraced by the rotting corpse of Wesley. "The Red Widow" they called her, murderer of many came to and was arrested on the spot two days later was found in her cell dead. She had used her bloodstained shirt to hang herself. Ironic, isn't it how things turn out. You can get out of the grasp of the law for a while; become comfortable then just as things are becoming fun, wham you are behind bars. Funny, this time she didn't leave a note... It was the perfect murder.