Nate nervously fixed his hair and watched the doorway out of the corner of his eye. Heather was already three hours late- usually it was only two. Finally, he saw his true love enter. She walked over to him and he noticed she looked kind of guilty. Quickly, he said, "Heather, darling, it's alright that you are late. It's not that big a deal."        

    "Yeah. Sorry about that. I was, um, with your sister," she said awkwardly, playing nervously with her purse handle. The waiter came and seated them. After they ordered, they sat down together kind of nervously.

    Then, at the same time, they both blurted out, "I have something important to tell you."

    "You go first," he said.

    She nodded, biting her lips. "Well, Nate. I'm very sorry to tell you this but I've fallen in love with somebody else."

    "What?" he demanded. "Who? When? Why?"

    "I...it doesn't matter, okay?" Heather said, wringing her hands.

    "Yes it does! Who is it, Heather?" Nate said, tears already forming in his eyes.

    She hesitated for a minute, and then in a very small voice replied, "Your sister."

    He just stared at her for a few minutes and then burst into tears. Heather stood up quickly. "I'm sorry, Nate. I have to go now." With that, she walked right out.

    It was a few hours before he could even stop the tears. As he regained control of his emotions, something dawned on him. He couldn't just let her do this! They'd been dating for three months! If he couldn't have her, he wouldn't let anybody- not even his sister!

 

 

    Heather unlocked her front door and went inside. Setting her purse down on the table, she set the water to boil for tea. As she was getting out a cup, she thought she heard a noise from behind her, but when she turned to around, there was nothing there. She shrugged and returned to getting her tea ready.

    After she got the cup out, she turned around to get out a tea bag and suddenly Nate was standing there, only a few feet away. There was a dark look in his eyes- a crazy, wild look. She'd never seen anything like that before.

    "Nate! What are you doing here?" she said, taking a step back.

    "Oh, Heather," he said softly. "It's too bad I have to do this to you."

    "Do what?" she demanded, taking another step back.

    He smiled at her. The smile was both sweet and chilling. "Oh, sweet Heather. I can't give you up. I can't let anybody else have you."

    "Well I'm not coming back! I told you- I'm in love with Tierney! I'm sorry but..." Heather desperately tried to convince him against whatever he was going to try to do.

    "No," he interrupted her. "You don't understand. If I can't have you, nobody will. I promise it won't hurt too much, when I kill you."

    "Stay away from me!" she screamed, backing away quickly, trying to find the doorknob to the exit.

    "Shh. Its going to be okay," he said, picking up a knife off the counter and walking slowly over to her. She panicked, freezing up, unable to do anything. Tears ran down her face.

    "Please. Please!" she begged.

    "It's okay," he reassured her. He leaned down and gently kissed her. As he did, he took the knife and quickly stabbed it into her chest. She screamed into the kiss, but he ignored it. He kept kissing her and when finally broke it off, he grabbed her and held her close, whispering, "It's okay, it's okay. Shh. It'll be alright." She sobbed and sobbed, and Nate just held her close as her life drained out.

 

 

    Nate gently stroked Heather's hair, smiling at her. She looked absolutely beautiful. He had found his mothers old wedding dress in the attic, and it fit Heather surprisingly well. He had brushed through her hair and put flowers in it. He had even tried to do her make up. Now she was laying on his bed, so beautiful and completely his. It didn't matter that she was dead, as long as he had her.

    He was pulled out of his thoughts by his door suddenly opening. He snapped his head up and saw that it was Tierney. She stared at him for a second and then realized that Heather was there on the bed.

    "What's going on?" she asked suspiciously. Nate just stared back. She walked over and realized Nate was covered in blood and Heather wasn't breathing. It clicked. "Oh my gosh! You killed her!" she screamed.

    "Yes," Nate said calmly.

    "Why? How could you?" she demanded.

    Nate replied, "Because of you, Tierney. It's your fault! You had to try and take her from me. I couldn't let you have her. She's mine! This was the only way to keep her. I had to."

    "You had to kill her?" Tierney screamed. "No, you didn't have to kill her! You could've just let her be happy! You horrible...if you loved her, you would've let her go!"

    "Shut up!" he said. "You don't understand."

    "I don't understand? I understand just fine! You've gone crazy- you've gone crazy and killed her, you awful...you horrible..." she screamed at him. She looked around the room, trying to find something to defend herself with. She saw that Nate had left his pocket knife on the dresser. She grabbed it and attempted to stab Nate before he could do anything. It hit him in the arm and cut through, but not deeply enough. Nate kicked her, knocking her over and grabbed the knife from her. He glared at his wound, and then at her.

    "You little..." he said. "You! You who dared to take her from me and then blame me for having to do this! She was never yours, she was never meant to be yours!" He kicked her hard in the side. Then he kneeled down next to her. He took the knife and sliced open the skin on her stomach slowly, dragging it out as long as he could.

    "Ow...oh my gosh...please, if you're going to kill me, just do it," Tierney begged.

    Nate shook his head. "No. Of course not. I'm going to hurt you as much as you hurt me."

    She started sobbing. "I'm sorry! I didn't know you loved her that much!"

    He finished slicing her stomach open and set the knife down. He dug his hand into the wound and started pulling various organs right out. Tierney screamed the entire time. Nate just calmly began speaking, although his voice grew louder and angrier as he spoke, "I was going to propose to her. I had the ring. But you just took her!" He took his hand out of her stomach and picked up the knife again. He stabbed her in different spots on her arms and legs, digging the knife in deep and moving it around the cut.

    He set the knife down again. Tierney was completely dazed and was getting closer to death. "Sorry isn't good enough. You can't apologize away losing true love," Nate told her.

    He stood up and grabbed Tierney's arm. He dragged her over to the top of the stairs. He kicked her down the stairs and then walked down to survey the damage. Satisfied that she would suffer enough, he almost went back to Heather. However, he didn't really think he could stand being at home while Tierney was still alive. He grabbed a jacket to hide the blood and headed out the door.

 

 

    Nate sulked in the corner, taking small sips out of his drink and scowling at the happy couples. He felt bad- he would never be able to take Heather out on a date again.

    "What? How could there be somebody else?" a man demanded from the center of the room.

    The girl he was talking to replied, "I'm sorry! We've grown apart. I don't feel the same about you."

    "But...Jenalyn! I love you!" he pleaded.

    "I'm sorry. We're over," she said, turning around quickly and walking to the other side of the room.

    Nate glared at the girl. It was like Heather for somebody else! He knew that the man would not get to keep that girl, and it was so unfair. He couldn't let her do that- even if it was to somebody else.

    Still, he couldn't kill her here. This would take some thinking. He'd have to lure her to his house

    He stood up and walked over to her, wearing the best flirty smile he could fake. With a cheesy, over-the-top wink, he said, "Do you know karate, cause your body is kicking?" He really doubted it would work, but it was the best idea he had.

    Surprisingly, she smiled back at him. "Haha, no," she said, blushing.

    Nate grinned. This was going to be a lot easier than he thought.

    It was dark out by the time they left the bar. Nate held her hand- although it felt like he was cheating on Heather, he knew it was for a good cause- and she shivered, holding his hand back tightly.

    "It's so creepy out tonight!" she said. "I'm scared!"

    Nate almost laughed. Boy, did she have reason to be scared! "Don't worry. You'll be okay. I'll protect you." It was really hard not to laugh as he spoke.

    "I know," she said. "But I'm still afraid some random guys going to kidnap me and, like, rip out my ribs!"

    "Rip out your ribs?" Nate asked, surprised. That was a pretty good idea

    "Yeah. I've always had this fear of it. I don't know why," she said, cuddling up next to him.

    "Yeah. That's a very scary thought. What else do you think is really scary?" he asked. Maybe she could help him plan this whole thing out.

    "Getting my eyes stabbed out! That would be nasty. Especially with a fork. And having my hair pulled out. Then I would be ugly and dead," Jenalyn said.

    Nate rolled his eyes. He would be glad to kill her, he really would.

    They finally got back to his house. Nate brought her in through the side door because he'd left Tierney's body right at the bottom of the stairs. He didn't want to freak Jenalyn quite yet.

    "Wow, your house is so nice!" Jenalyn said, looking around.

    "Thanks," Nate said absentmindedly. He took her coat for her and set it on the table. Then he walked over closer to where he kept the knives.

    "Could I make some tea?" Jenalyn asked.

    Nate nodded. "Go ahead." He took one of the knives and held it behind his back. Jenalyn started looking around for a tea pot.

    "Hey, where did you put..." Jenalyn started to ask, turning to him. Nate knocked her over into the counter and pulled out the knife. "What are you doing?" Jenalyn asked, eyes wide and fearful.

    "That man that you left. He loved you. How could you just leave him? And for nothing!" Nate said.

    "There was something. I was tired of him. He wasn't my type. And it's none of your business!" Jenalyn said.

    "Oh, but it is. He didn't get his revenge, so I must for him," Nate explained.

    "Revenge? All I did was break up with him!" Jenalyn yelped.

    "But he loved you!" Nate said.

    Jenalyn shook her head. "How do you know? Maybe he just said that! Maybe he did love me, but it doesn't matter. I don't love him."

    "It does matter. But its okay if you don't understand. You're still going to die," Nate said.

    "Die?" Jenalyn squeaked, trying to back away but being blocked by the counter.

    Nate nodded and smiled. "Do you know what I'm going to do to you? I'm going to cut you open and pull out your ribs. I'm going to rip out your hair and stab your eyes with a fork. I'm going to kill you just like you're afraid," he explained cheerfully.

    She screamed and frantically tried to claw her way past Nate. He grabbed her by her hair and the more she tried to get away the more hair he pulled out. He finally just knocked her over and pulled out as much as he could, giant clumps at a time. Jenalyn screamed and swore at him, and he just kept pulling. Finally, satisfied she had lost enough hair, he pulled her up and led her into the hallway where a mirror was hanging.

    "Look at you! Aren't you so beautiful? Your hair's so nice, isn't it?" he said sarcastically as she stared in horror at her reflection. Only a few pieces of her hair were still in her head and the entire thing was a bloody, oozing mess.

    "Why would you do this to me?" she said, falling to her knees.

    "I told you why," he said, deadly serious. Then he smiled. "Time for the fork!"

    She just started sobbing. Nate frowned. He had wanted more of a reaction than that. He grabbed her arm and dragged her into the kitchen, knocking her into a chair. Then he opened his silverware drawer and found a fork. He held it out in front of Jenalyn's face. Then, incredibly slowly, he took the fork and slowly stabbed it into Jenalyn's right eye. It punctured it and eye jelly started oozing out.

    "Why? Why?" Jenalyn screamed, thrashing around. Nate knocked her head into the chair. He took the fork out of the right eye and slowly stabbed it into her left eye. That one slowly oozed eye jelly too. Finally, both eyes were fully destroyed.

    "In a way, love, I've spared you a bit. You don't have to see how ugly you are anymore- not that you were much to look at before, anyway," he said.

    "Shut up! Shut up!" Jenalyn yelled.

    Nate smirked. This was better. She has angry and offended. That's what he wanted. He picked up the knife and slowly started giving her small cuts along her chest. Finally, he made a large one right down the center and pulled back her skin. Jenalyn screamed. Nate peeled back the skin and grabbed a hold of her ribs. Using all his strength, he pulled as hard as he could. Slowly and difficultly, the ribs started to come out, bringing different organs with them. Jenalyn screamed and screamed until Nate pulled one last time and managed to sever her lungs and heart in the process. She died almost instantly, and finally it was quiet.

 

 

    Nate sat on his bed, holding Heather in his arms. He gently stroked her hair and asked, "How was your day?"

    He waited for the response he knew wouldn't come and then continued, "Mine was pretty good. I killed some stupid girl who left her boyfriend. Besides you, I mean. I wasn't nice to her, like I was with you. I made her suffer. She deserved it."

    He waited a few minutes after that before speaking again, "You look really nice today. Not that you don't look nice every day, of course."

    He decided to just sit in silence for a bit. Heather wasn't going to reply anyway.

    Suddenly the door swung open and a police officer ran in. The officer saw him and quickly yelled out the door, "He's in here!"

    Nate just stared as five policemen came into his room. "You! Put your hands up and come over here," one of them demanded.

    "No," Nate said, holding Heather closer.

    The officer grabbed him and tried to pull him out of the bed. Nate just held onto Heather tighter. "I'm not leaving her."

    "She's dead. What good is it to keep her?" one of the officers said.

    "I love her," he said. The officer kept on trying to get him out of the bed, and Nate got annoyed. He was thankful for his pocket knife sitting on the bedside table as he grabbed it. He opened it and stabbed the officer in the chest.

    "He has a knife!" one of the officers yelled stupidly.

    The cop on the right pulled out his gun and shot at Nate right as Nate stabbed one of the other cops. The bullet hit Nate in the chest. Nate stared at the wound. "I'm going to die," he said, unsure of what that meant to him. He grabbed Heather, held her close, and whispered to her, "I'll be with you soon." Then, with a gasp, he died.