CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
All Zoe wanted to do was get home. She'd been dragged along to the Student Union by her classmates. She hated drinking, didn't really much like her classmates, except Mark of course, but had ran out of excuses not to be socialable. It had turned out not to be too bad. She had one vodka and coke which she managed to make last an hour and Mark hadn't drank at all, so she chatted to him and left the others alone. They were all talking about the serial killer who had been shooting old people in that area. Death Gunner, they were rather lamely calling him in the press.
"That IS funny, I've SO noticed that!" she said, when he made an observation about toilet paper. She hadn't noticed it, and she never normally used the word "so" in that fashion, but she never quite felt her sensible self around Mark.
"I'm really glad you've come today," he said. Oh, I'd be really glad to let you make me cum, she thought. Suddenly, she felt like asking him the thing she'd wanted to ask since they first met three months ago.
"Say, umm, I was wondering if you'd like to get a drink some time? I mean, not like this. Together, just you and me, getting a drink...some time?" she managed to get out. Mark laughed. Was that a "I've been thinking the same thing" laugh or a "I'd never even dream of it" laugh, Zoe wondered.
"I should tell you, I have a girlfriend and..." there was more to come, but Zoe got up right away.
"Sorry, I'll go...I have to go...see you tomororw...umm, Monday, see you Monday," she hastily said as she got up and started to move out.
"Wait, let me get you another drink and we can talk," he said, but she was already almost out the door. She hurried to the bus station.
It wasn't a long journey home, twenty minutes, but it felt longer today. And there was a boy (well she assumed it was a boy) at the back of the bus who was creeping her out. He was wearing a hoodie and his entire face was obscured. Zoe could see him reflected in the glass in front of her and, even though she couldn't even see his eyes, she knew he was watching here. The bus stopped and Zoe realised that finally she was nearly home. Just a ten minute walk along a dark path to go...
Right away she realised the hoodie boy was following her. Fast. He was only a few feetShe picked up the pace and looked round...to see him running towards her. She gasped, turned to run, but felt him grab her. She then felt cold steel on her throat.
"Don't scream." She could feel the knife on her throat. She wanted to scream but couldn't make it come out. The voice was familiar...
"M...Mark!?" she managed to get out. He threw her ROUGHLY to the ground and pulled back the hoodie.
"Hi Zoe!" he said, demented. "I know I said I have a girlfriend, but you didn't let me finish! Going out on a date is something we can't do. But me raping and murdering you? I'm up for that!" He lunged towards her...and there was a loud bang. Zoe couldn't quite believe what she had done. She looked down at the gun in her hand, the gun she had concealed in her jacket the entire time. Mark was staggering back into the road, holding his stomach.
She fired again.
"Didn't I mention that I'm Death Gunner?" she said, grinning. "I normally only shoot old people with ugly wrinkled faces - THEY DRIVE ME SO MAD - but I'll make an exception for rapist scum like you." She looked down at him as he lay dying on the road.
"You...bitch..." said Mark with his last breathe.
"Yes, I suppose I am," she said and walked calmly into the night.
"That IS funny, I've SO noticed that!" she said, when he made an observation about toilet paper. She hadn't noticed it, and she never normally used the word "so" in that fashion, but she never quite felt her sensible self around Mark.
"I'm really glad you've come today," he said. Oh, I'd be really glad to let you make me cum, she thought. Suddenly, she felt like asking him the thing she'd wanted to ask since they first met three months ago.
"Say, umm, I was wondering if you'd like to get a drink some time? I mean, not like this. Together, just you and me, getting a drink...some time?" she managed to get out. Mark laughed. Was that a "I've been thinking the same thing" laugh or a "I'd never even dream of it" laugh, Zoe wondered.
"I should tell you, I have a girlfriend and..." there was more to come, but Zoe got up right away.
"Sorry, I'll go...I have to go...see you tomororw...umm, Monday, see you Monday," she hastily said as she got up and started to move out.
"Wait, let me get you another drink and we can talk," he said, but she was already almost out the door. She hurried to the bus station.
It wasn't a long journey home, twenty minutes, but it felt longer today. And there was a boy (well she assumed it was a boy) at the back of the bus who was creeping her out. He was wearing a hoodie and his entire face was obscured. Zoe could see him reflected in the glass in front of her and, even though she couldn't even see his eyes, she knew he was watching here. The bus stopped and Zoe realised that finally she was nearly home. Just a ten minute walk along a dark path to go...
Right away she realised the hoodie boy was following her. Fast. He was only a few feetShe picked up the pace and looked round...to see him running towards her. She gasped, turned to run, but felt him grab her. She then felt cold steel on her throat.
"Don't scream." She could feel the knife on her throat. She wanted to scream but couldn't make it come out. The voice was familiar...
"M...Mark!?" she managed to get out. He threw her ROUGHLY to the ground and pulled back the hoodie.
"Hi Zoe!" he said, demented. "I know I said I have a girlfriend, but you didn't let me finish! Going out on a date is something we can't do. But me raping and murdering you? I'm up for that!" He lunged towards her...and there was a loud bang. Zoe couldn't quite believe what she had done. She looked down at the gun in her hand, the gun she had concealed in her jacket the entire time. Mark was staggering back into the road, holding his stomach.
She fired again.
"Didn't I mention that I'm Death Gunner?" she said, grinning. "I normally only shoot old people with ugly wrinkled faces - THEY DRIVE ME SO MAD - but I'll make an exception for rapist scum like you." She looked down at him as he lay dying on the road.
"You...bitch..." said Mark with his last breathe.
"Yes, I suppose I am," she said and walked calmly into the night.
