Over The Edge

(Hm, just a semi-gore and insanity warning)

It wasn't supposed to be like this, they were supposed to be married, happy, maybe she could have been pregnant. He wasn't supposed to be with her.

She shook with rage her eyes fixed on the furious coupling occurring on her bed- their bed. How dare he? How dare that bitch? He was hers- he was always hers, and if she couldn't have him then no one could.

It would be easy, a crow-bar to the head, a bullet, perhaps she would make it look like a suicide- a sick grin curved at her rage-distorted face. Poison? No, that was too easy- she had endured every thing he had thrown at her but now, now she wouldn't take anymore crap from him- I'd only because he couldn't give it if he was dead.

She ducked out of the room her long brown hair falling over her eyes as she giggled into her hand, her other arm wrapped around her waist to contain her maniac giggles. Oh he would get what was coming to him- but they'd be watching his little partner go first. She'd scream so prettily.

Suddenly her laughter burst out, cackling- a madwoman's laugh. She'd always been close but this, oh this is what finally pushed her over.

She picked up a hammer from the utility closet as she walked back to her room where there was a suspicious lack of noise. "Hello James darling." she crooned happily, her insane smile pasted firmly on her face. Her smile widened at the sight of the two of them embracing, wide-eyed. "Oh? You never told me you had company, introduce us James, it's only polite after all."

He opened his mouth but no sound came out, "My patience is wearing out James-dear." She sang, her head tilting to the side slightly.

"Marietta, get out." James was watching his fiancé, a grim look of fear etched onto his face. The young woman didn't move.

"But James she'll kill you!"

"Just get out!" Her hand shot out and grabbed the girl easily as she tried to run away.

"Oh but James-dear, I haven't been introduced yet. Pity, I'll have to introduce myself."