Good morning! It is Friday! Is everyone ready for the weekend? I wish that I could say I was but I have to work all weekend. But, enough about me, let get into the story.
Did you enjoy last weeks part one of this new story? I hope so because I really liked writing this story. I promise that the future parts (including this one) will be more exciting. This story is Dark so I hope you enjoy!
Nick had to decide what the best route of killing would be. He knew he had quite a few weapons but he had to pick which was the best one. He didn’t want to use his gun because the police could trace the bullet back to him. But he could use his knife to stab Bryce; that way he could keep the knife with him. It wouldn’t leave a trace but it may take awhile for the victim to bleed out.
He also considered the baseball bat that was abandoned in the garage. That would be a quick blow to the head and almost an instant death. The biggest problem with a bat was the clean up after the attack. Which would be easier to clean up: a stabbing bleed out or a baseball bashed over the head?
Nick decided on the bat; it would be a quicker death meaning less pain for the victim.
He waited on the couch until the doorbell rang. He quickly stood up and walked over to the large oak door. He checked through the peephole and saw Bryce standing on the other side. Nick quickly threw open the door with more gusto than he was expecting. “Hey buddy! Come on in.” He held the door open to let Bryce inside the large living room. “What do you fancy to drink? I got some Jack Daniels, Jim Bean, some Fireball. Anything sound good?”
Bryce was staring at the large living room, his eyes as wide as saucers. “Your place is stunning! I didn’t realize you had such a big house. And you live here by yourself?”
Nick nodded. “Yeah. I have worked my way through the ranks to become a more popular lawyer. I have put a lot of time and effort into I have been able to live my dream life.” He handed Bryce a glass of whiskey. “Here. Jack Daniels is my personal favorite.”
Bryce cautiously took the glass from Nick. “I don’t drink that often so I can’t say how I will act with alcohol in my system. But…thanks.”
They sat down in the living room and Nick let out a sigh. “So…what made you move here? Like, I know your job. But why did you choose…here?”
Bryce shrugged. “I don’t know. My family lived in a very small town. So growing up, everyone knows everyone and everything about everyone. And so when I was given the opportunity to move away I took it. I mean…I moved 3 states away just to start over and start my own life.” He finished his drink and set the glass down on the coffee table. “Thanks for the drink. I really needed it.”
Nick stood up and took the glass. “No problem. Let me get you some more.” He stepped into the next room to pour another glass and take a breath. He needed to somehow get Bryce into the basement and smash his head with the bat. Before Bryce arrived, Nick had taken the baseball bat down to the basement and hid it by the stairs. It wasn’t a foolproof plan, but it may just work.
He walked back into the living room and set the glasses down on the table. “Here you go. So tell me more about yourself. You got a girlfriend?”
Bryce took a drink and shook his head. “No. I’m still so new here that I don’t know many people. I haven’t really had time to go out to meet people.”
Nick nodded. “That’s true. There are some awesome people in this town, you just need to go out and meet them.” He leaned back in his chair and felt his heart start to pound. He needed to do something fast. “Hey…” He coughed, trying to clear his throat to start the conversation. “I have a game room downstairs. You know, pool table, foosball table, some gaming equipment. You wanna head down there?”
Bryce’s eyes widened. “How did you get a pool table down to your basement?”
“Well I didn’t. The movers did. I still don’t really know how they did it.” Nick stood up and led Bryce toward the basement door. He opened it, showing Bryce inside. Nick followed Bryce down the staircase to the empty basement. His eyes locked onto the baseball bat sitting next to the stairs but still out of sight of Bryce.
The two of them continued their decent and Nick swiftly grabbed the bat, putting it behind his back in the hopes that Bryce hadn’t seen it. Bryce stepped down onto the floor of the basement and started to slowly turn around in confusion. “Uh…why is this room empty? I thought you said it was a game room.”
Bryce turned around to look at Nick, but his face soon met with the wooden baseball bat. Nick swung as hard as he could and smashed Bryce’s face. Bryce flew across the room, his face connecting with one of the walls. Nick continued to swing, smashing the bat against Bryce’s body until it stopped moving. He let out a breath and then let out a laugh.
He did it. He actually managed to kill someone. And he didn’t feel bad in the slightest. His heart was pounding as he tried to calm himself down. As Nick stood there, he realized he needed to get rid of the body. “Huh…now…how am I going to do this?” Bryce’s body was strewn across the floor and there was blood everywhere. He could clean up the blood later, but the body had to go somewhere tonight.
Nick ran up the stairs into his kitchen. He grabbed a trash bag from under the sink, some gloves from his cleaning cabinet, and ran back to the basement. He put on his gloves and stuffed Bryce’s body into the trash bag. But as he did that, he started to wonder if he had touched Bryce. “Okay…retrace your steps. You met him at the door…you didn’t shake his hand…you didn’t touch him with your hands…only the bat. Okay…we should be good. If not…I’ll come up with something.” He kicked Bryce’s phone that was on the ground and smashed it with the baseball bat. Nick gathered the pieces and threw them in the bag with the body. He tied the bag closed, carried it up the stairs, and walked to his garage.
He threw the bag in the bed of his truck and got in the driver’s seat. Nick looked down and realized he wasn’t completely covered in blood. He was safe if anyone happened to see him. The engine roared to life as the garage door opened. If anyone saw him leaving this late, he could always say he was taking Bryce home. But then, why would be have ended up dead?
The truck drove out of the neighborhood and out into the countryside. He stopped at a large field that didn’t have any houses or life around. It was completely dark, the only light came from the moon and stars from the night. Nick shut off the truck off in the middle of the road and got out. He walked around to the bed and took one final look around; there wasn’t a single soul out at this hour of the night.
Nick put on some fresh gloves, reached his hand into the bed of the truck, and grabbed a hold of the bag. He lifted it over the edge and threw it into the ditch on the side of the road. The bag landed with a thud and slid down the hill to the bottom. Nick stood there for a moment before getting back into his truck. He slowly turned the truck around and made his way back toward his home. But he wasn’t excited for what was to come at home.
There was a lot of blood just waiting to be cleaned up.