Both are now sleeping and free of pain, but there is still one procedure that I need to complete. I’ve taken their love, their taste, their hearing, their sight, and their ability to reproduce, but what I have yet to ensure if that they will never be able to walk away from those they hurt. Taking the pack of iodine swabs I move to the back of Matt’s dolly and use the hole to feel and locate the thoracic spine and swab the iodine. Moving back to the work bench I grab the jigsaw and test the blade by pulling the trigger. It roars to life and as it slows I cover it in iodine, and move back over to Matt. Aligning the blade to the marks of the T6 vertebrae, I press the button and the blade slips into the small of his back, jerking as it fights through the tissue and the bone. Moving the blade in a fluid horizontal movement it slices through the entire vertebrae. I clean up the wound, flushing it out, suturing any bleeding veins, and close the wound.
The same methods work with Kristy and I prepare her wound the same way. The purpose of the procedure is that it causes paralysis from the waist down. They will never walk again, and will never be able to perform simple functions such as bowel moments without assistance. A fitting conclusion to the same methods they used on others, paralyzing them with their selfish ways. I take Kristy’s dolly and IV pump and start to move her out of the plastic room. Traveling down the hall the lights flicker almost signaling that time is running out. I wheel her into the storage room that she first woke up in. There are two beds laid out with clean sheets and a warming blanket. I wheel her next to the table that has a large bowl of warm water mixed with antiseptic chlorhexidine solution. I lean the dolly backward and take a knife out of my back pocket, slicing the duct tape to free her body. Removing her remaining clothes, I stuff them in a plastic bag, and start to use the wash cloth to clean up her now naked body making the spots of dry blood come alive as the water warms them. I clean her face removing the dried pieces of the fetus, flush out her eye sockets and mouth. I move towards the rest of her body cleaning gently and paying close attention to the surgical sites of her spine and abdomen. I finically finish with her legs and feet and dry her off with a towel. Moving the IV pump into place next to the bed, I support her body as I lift her off the dolly and under the warm sheets.
Walking back into the room where Matt lays on his dolly naked from the waist down, I ponder about the topic of fate but am disrupted by the alarm on my watch. It is now 7:00 am, alerting me that my time is running out if I wish to pull off my plan. I wheel Matt into the storage room tip the dolly back, cut his restraints and start to clean him up by washing his face and flushing his mouth and eye sockets. His shirt is still on and I remove it exposing his strong built chest. I stop and admire his bare chest, gliding my hand across it, my fingers entangling with his chest hair. I marvel at how the man once a masterpiece is now only a shadow. Taking a deep breath, I finish cleaning his body, washing his spine gently, and softly cleaning the blood away from his penis, scrotum, and pubic hair. The musty smell from earlier is no more as it has been replaced by the coppery smell of blood. Finishing at his feet I dry him with a towel and ease him into his bed under the sheets and adjust the IV pump. The final cleanup of my victims entails washing their hair, and I sit down on a stool washing both of their hair watching as the water turns from clear to red.
Gathering the items into the plastic bag, and moving the dollies back into the plastic room, I perform one final clean up with bleach wiping down the surfaces and mopping the floor. Back in the plastic room, I gather the tools of my trade, the blender, the tube, and anything that shows I was once here into the plastic bags. As I tear down the makeshift walls of plastic, the room grows and appears lonely, but it also displays the hidden furnace. Walking over to the furnace I turn it on and increase the gas to create a hotter flame. As it roars to life it makes a loud banging sound but it soon subsides. I open the door and admire the flame as it heats the metal inside turning it red. Shoving the items inside the plastic starts to melt over them till it bursts. I place the dollies inside and watch as their aluminum frame starts to heat. In the middle of the floor is a hole for drainage, and to my left is a hose for easy cleaning. I wipe the surfaces down with bleach and douse the floor till clean water only resides and place both the hose, the mop and bucket, and the cleaning tools into the furnace. My watch beeps again and as I look down it alerts me that it is now 9:00 am, and that I have almost completed everything. I take the watch off, toss it in the fire along with my phone. Stripping from my clothes, I clean myself up just as I did with Matt and Kristy to remove any evidence and discard the contents in the furnace. As I watch them burn I can see the fire has consumed almost everything I’ve placed into it.
Walking over to cabinet I remove a set of clean jogging clothes, a hat, a new watch and burner phone, and shoes. I dress and pull out one final item, a zip lock bag with the cell phones of Matt and Kristy. I take Kristy’s and toss it into the fire, and grip Matt’s with the bag. As I walk out I make one final stop at the storage room and use Matt’s finger to unlock his now turned on phone. The screen opens displaying a picture of him and Kristy smiling, and a laugh erupts from me. Using his finger, I open the home security app and press the emergency button to alert the police there is a problem at the house. As a final precaution, I wipe the phone down, toss it on top of Matt, and stash the zip lock bag in my pocket. Opening the door displays the bright light of the day, and as I glance down at the new watch it shows it is 9:45 am, and I start to jog down the alley and onto the street filled with fellow joggers running for the 10K charity marathon.
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