murder Norman

>you are Brad

>it has been 2 years since your love in life, twilight, dissapeared without a trace

>you were living together in a nice apartment

>you had given her a room of her own

>you were so happy together, you just thought nothing could go wrong

>one night, when you came home, she wasn't there

>you called her but she didn't answer

>you called everyone you knew and asked if they had seen her

>no one had seen her since the two of you moved together

>you start to think about a song you heard the other day

>There's a field of flowers and they smell like you

>and i go walking through them when i feel you near me

>you know I'd love to pick one for my lapel

>but you know there are too many insects watching

>I'm afraid they'd tell on me

>and here the skies are neither day

>nor night, in this place

>where i close my eyes

>its like my skin would try so hard to hold it back

>there's an explosion it comes raining down

>there's a smile you smiled at me

>Anastasia, your disappearance is the thorn in my side

>Anastasia, you know your absence is the thorn in my side

>I think about you every night

>and every day every moment since you left here

>you were the one that got away as they say

>everyone has an Anastasia

>Your disappearance is the thorn in my side

>Anastasia You know your absence is the thorn in my side

 

>I kept your room just as you left it

>There's not a toy out of place

>Just in case the fates are kind and you come back someday

>I don't want to live without my little Anastasia

>Anastasia your disappearance is the thorn in my side

>Anastasia you know your absence is the thorn in my side

 

>Little Anastasia..

>(I know you're out there)

>And only you can take the thorn from my side

>with the last words going throug your head you hear the doorbell

>could it be her!?

>open it

>it's Norman

>"hi brad" he says with a voice that sounds like it's about to fall out of his eyeballs in form of water

"Hi Norm" you say with a tone of concern "why the long face"

>"I've found purple" he says and with his final word he has a breakdown, leaning over your shoulder and crying like a man that stepped on a lego

"that's not bad" you say, "why are you crying

>"she's dead" that's the only thing he says before handing you a dvd disc and leaps out the door

"twi, dead, nonononnnononoononnoonono this can't be, he's joking, he has to be!" you think aloud

>the dvd says "I'M NOT JOKING ASSFACE"

>you hesitate before you shove the disc into your dvd player

>on screen is a guy in a mask, one of those masks that the guy in v for vendetta had

>on a table behind him is twilight, chained up and bruised

>the man in the mask says "goodmooooooooooooooooorning Bradley, how's your day been, good? wonderful, now you and I can share your girlfriends last moments in life, it's gonna be fun

"NO!!!!"

>you hear a muffled grunt from the table

>"what was that dear?" the man says while walking over to her "didn't I tell you to SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH EEY?!"

>he then picks up a knife and chops her left ear clean off

>she tries to scream in pain but can't because of the gag

>"oh, I'm sorry, did it hurt?" asks the man and gives off a little laugh

>I didn't mean to

>the rest of the prcedure is too painful to watch so you just fast forward it

>"OK brad", says the masked man "now you have to guess who I am, a little clue, you know me very well"

>after that the clip ends and you can see your own reflection on the screen

"this motherfucker is gonna pay" you almost yell

>we're norman now

>you go back to your house, mainly to get some sleep but also to have some more fun

>telling brad that purple was dead and giving him the dvd was mainly a decoy

>you're not so simple, you don't kill after a couple of hours

>no, you have some fun with your victims

>a man once said "why so serious, let's put a smile on that face" and you listened to him

>you never ever kill anyone because of feelings or any valid reason, you do it for the sport of attepmting to not be detected, knowing that the officers can pull your sad ass in the clink without hesitation is about as satisfying as it is dangerous

>you walk over to your little plaything, the purple girl lying on her back, without any clothes and a gag

>you're really tempted to shove your dick in her just to hear her scream

>but those aren't the screams you want, they're too easy to produce

>so instead, you pick up a piece of hot metal, it's almost melting

>you put it on her belly

>the scream is like music to your ears

"what's the matter purps? you thought all that trouble you got me into was'nt gonna be paid for

>"im fovvy" she tries to tell you something, but the sock in her mouth keeps her from speaking properly

"what?" you say as you bring the metal down for round two

>listening to her agonized cries for mercy is like going on 4chan

>pure, mindless, subconcious joy

>the best kind of joy

>after putting the metal down, you pick up the bluntest knife you can find

>it can still cut, but it'll hurt

>a small shiver of glee reach your mind as you start cutting, not sawing, cutting

>slowly but forcefully

>everytime you pull back the knife, you hear a grunt coming from purple

>you go in a rythm, forward, back, grunt, forward, back, grunt

>you carve through her skin and veins like they were made of wood and you have a slightly damaged saw

>after 5 minutes of cutting and grunting you hear a sharp rasp

>you've hit the spot

>purple looks at you with tears in her eyes

>during the entire thing she was left ungagged

>the screams were wonderful

>you start to think that the bonesaw thing is a bit overkill

>not really it's just too quick

>also, she's bleeding quite the bit

>you decide to prevent the bleeding

>you grab a towel and go into the kitchen

>you open the fridge and grab a pack of pure orange juice

>you soak the towel in orange juice and walk over to purple

>wrapping the towel around her arm, you make sure that it is constantly dripping into the wound

>she grunts everytime, but you'll give her something to scream for

>you pick up a sledgehammer and lift it over your head

>as you bring it down on her arm, you can hear the bone snap right off

>such lovley sound

>you do it again

>and again

>and again

>until you grow tired of this and decide to finish the job

>you pick up the bonesaw that you discarded earlier and go to work

>it cuts through what remains of her bone in 2-3 seconds, and then, when you feel like the saw has done its job, you decide to finish it

>you grab her arm and pull with all your strength

>it just flies off and hits the wall behind you, smearing blood all over it

>you get up, dust off your clothes, bandage what remains of her arm and walk out

>you have to do this again soon

 

>we're Brad again

>last night, you couldn't sleep at all

>the revealing of twilight being dead was just too much for you to handle

>you spent the whole night carefully watching that dvd, trying to find something proving that the film was a fake or that she wasn't dead

>you found something that was rather unsettling, a full on body shot of twilight with an arm and a leg missing wassent to your phone by an anonymous person at 1 am

>with the picture came a message that said

>"what a shame, if you hadn't been such a dick to me before. this would never happen, but, we can't change that now can we"

>you couldn't bare yourself to do anything that you knew that twilight enjoyed

>you didn't play video games, you didn't play on your guitar anymore

>basically you didn't do shit

>it was just too much

>you are put out of your little dream by the doorbell

>the postman is here

>he has a package for you

>"delivery to a Bradley Sentry"

"that's me"

>he just gives you the package, nothing else happens

>you close the door and wonder what's inside and who sent it

>there's no note telling you who it's from

>you decide to open it

>you wish you hadn't

>when you rip the box open you are faced with an odor only comparable to a sweaty skunk riding a wet dog

>it smells like there's a body in there

>now you know why

>inside the box is the head of your love as well as a note

>"I had some fun with her, hope you don't mind, love, NN"

>that's fucking it

>you grab a knife and a jacket, you also say farewell to all your stuff

>you know you ain't coming back

>but that motherfucker is gonna pay for what he has done