’m standing here in the Judge’s kitchen, eating a turkey sandwich. Don’t worry she’s out “shopping”. Right now I’m having a hard time deciding what condiment I want to place the poison in. Do I go with the catsup (you spell it your way, I’ll spell it mine), or do I go with the relish. I’m particular to relish, so I don’t really want to taint the relish. I think I’m going to go with the catsup, because the way this top is crusted over, there’s no way somebody will eat it after finding the Judge’s body. And yes, making sure the poison isn’t recycled is important, and no, I won’t sneak back in to remove the poison. Only serial killers wait around for cops.
So I’m sitting here adding the poison, when I hear the door knob turning. All I can think is, shit, she’s back fast. Judge must have picked up a regular; she usually tests out her product and girl before coming home. My fault for not paying attention to the tracker I placed on her car. Caught red-handed with the mark in the same place, Frank would put a bullet in between my eyes. Their frolicking and laughter give me a chance to dart off into the bedroom. Damn, another dilemma. The closet or the shower, the footsteps tell me, I have to pick one fast. I take the shower, seeing how I don’t remember the judge walking around in a towel too many times.
So I’m crouched low on the far wall of the walk in shower, with my knife drawn. I hear the judge yell out, Let me clean up first. You have got to be shitting me, just my luck she want to bathe. My heart starts racing, I remember my training and calm myself. This is just some unexpected wet work, we have gotten out of worst. The Judge, enters the bathroom, and opens the door to the shower. My heart is so loud, but quiet at the same time as I anticipate the Judge’s shock, as I lunge and end her life. She opens the shower door, reaches in for the body sponge. She goes to the sink. She’s just washing off; thank goodness for the unhygienic.
From the shower, I listen as the Judge declines a hit while washing off in the sink. She finishes, opens the door and says, “That’s nasty”. The prostitute exclaims, “I love ketchup”, and all I can think is I’m going to have a heart attack. As they fall on the bed, I exit the shower. The prostitute starts convulsing and the judge screams, it doesn’t take long for the poison to run its course, and her body to stop convulsing. The Judge nervously runs for a phone, she starts to dial 911 but reconsiders and hang the phone up. She begins frantically gathering her things.
I walk out to the Judge’s dismay, she knows what this is. Now I walked out knife in hand, expecting a scared kitten, what I got was a charging rhinoceros. Now I can handle myself better than most but this caught me off guard. Not only was my knife knocked out of my hand, but I hit my head on the counter and I ‘m sure I have a concussion. And from the Judge’s attacks I’m not the only one with some training. Once my head clears, I show the Judge, all her training isn’t worth spit, and dish out some justice of my own (pun intended), until putting her in a rear naked choke till she expires.
Now I got a dead prostitute from poison, and a dead judge from asphyxiation. I am so screwed.
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