Criminal Guilt

Discussion in 'THREAD ARCHIVES' started by Artsydaze, Sep 16, 2012.

  1. Lawrence groaned as he woke up, his head apparently intent on killing him by crashing waves of excruciating pain all through his body, the dawning sun helping to finish him off with it's deadly rays on his sensitive eyeballs. Slowly coming to, he first turned his head away from the offending light and gingerly crawled his way out of bed, ending upcrashing to the hardwood floor he did not remember having and lookingup to a familiar woman. A bloody and apparently dead familiar woman.

    Screaming in fright, he abruptly scuttled backward, hitting his head on the end table and prompting his scream to transform to one of pain midway through. Starting to hyperventilate, he looked over the room, praying for another explanation than the one he initially concluded. He was in a motel room, the flimsy curtain drawn back to a small window to his left and an half opened door leading to what appeared to be a simple bathroom in front of him. The bed, with it's bloodied headboard, laid on the opposite wall of the window.

    The bloodied bed where he was once laying in with a corpse, dead to the world. Poor Danielle... his best friend would kill him if he knew...

    Painfully standing back on his feet, Lawrence started pacing around the cramped room, hurriedly closing the red curtains when he thought of what would happen if someone saw inside the room. Coming up with a plan, he found the room key clumsily thrown on the floor and bundled up the corpse in the bed covers, painstakingly hauling it to his car that was fortunately nearby after making sure no one was here to witness his apparent crime. He would not go to jail for this.

    Two hours, one less corpse, a new set of clothes and bedding and a thorough cleaning later, he collapsed on the bed, succumbing to sweet oblivion.
  2. Where was she? This was the question that just would not leave Miles's mind. How long has it been since he last seen his beloved Danielle? She hasn't returned any of his texts or calls. Maybe he was just being paranoid about the whole thing. "I'll try getting some sleep." Miles decided to himself and laid down in his bed to sleep.

    Hours later he still wasn't asleep from his worry for Danielle. Where on Earth was she? It just wasn't like her to be gone this long. Miles stood up and stretched his arms above his head and popped his back. Walking around his place while trying to get his mind off of Danielle for now, Miles ended up in the kitchen. He looked around a little, took out a glass and filled it with tap water. Miles chugged it down and slouched against the counter. His house phone was next to him, and all he did was stare at it for a few moments before picking it up and calling his best friend Lawrence.