Page 14 of Eyes Like Angel
When I reached onto the parents’ room, still fallen asleep, I decided to stab them by the neck without no hesitation. The blood spilled over their pillows and pillowcases as I stole some of their expensive rosaries and the woman’s jewelries, and rushed back to meet Saul, but only to see Saul’s eyes widened in horror.
“What the fuck have you done?” his voice rose in alert.
“I did what I have to,” I told him.
Saul’s breathing labored. “Give that stuff on your hand to me, and clean this mess up.”
Prison was the last thing we need. And so, I cleaned the mess up, having the corpses on the floor, and find cleaning supplies that leaves no traces of evidence left behind. First at Samantha’s bedroom floor, after I shut the curtains closed, and cleaned the mess up, trying to guess where they keep their cleaning supplies up. But it took long to find them; I cleaned the traces, but with their blood and the corpses, made more mess.
I called Saul back again to assist me carrying the dead bodies.
“Are you fucking serious? If anybody sees us covered in blood, we’re the first prime suspect!”
“It doesn’t matter, I’ll try to find a way,” I convinced him, sweat dropped on my brow.
“This better be damn good, Rivers.” Saul carried the corpses and dumped them on his trunk. Thankfully, Samantha’s parents were lighter. Otherwise it’d be more trouble for him. As for me, I found hydrogen peroxide and baking soda and wet cloth to clean the mess. I cleaned the mess up. It took long but nevertheless I made sure everything’s intact.
At Saul’s end, he was already covered in blood, and I got him spare clothes I stole from someone’s closet, hoping he’d change.
He shook his head. “Don’t be a dumbass. Leave it there. We don’t want to cause more trouble than we already are.”
And he fled into his tinted vehicle.
Before heading to my vehicle, I stole some food from somebody’s fridge and head back into my car and drove away safely, hoping nobody spied or follow us.
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We quickly dumped their bodies into several body bags—hence why Saul packed in case some mind had come up. Samantha’sfamily, her and her boyfriend, and we’re all dead, and it was better this way than making a huge mess and having the police involved.
Stupid Samantha, she shouldn’t have screamed. If she wouldn’t have screamed and caused a ruckus, I would’ve gotten the money back from her, from spending her with useless shit she got from me.
“Change of plans, Rivers,” Saul said with urgency, after rolling his window down. “Try to go somewhere it has the most valuable items and give it to me when we meet up later”
“We’re not heading in together?”
“No, the bodies we killed, they have to be place somewhere else. I can’t leave them there, and I’m bloodied up,” Saul heaved.
“Fine,” I said, having a spare bag slung over my shoulder.
“Hurry the fuck up,” Saul ordered me, before heading to his own path.
Dashing to my car, I started the engine and dashed on the empty streets until I spotted a building that might give me a full advantage to have a large source of income.
The church, and it’s not just any church, it’s actually the Divine Miracles Church, one where the ceremony had bored me to tears, one where I joined with my family with the late Samantha had me pulling the red thong out of her legs, one where I met a mystified woman with emerald eyes and a crucifix pendant on her chest and a golden embroidered “W” across her chest.
Rumor has it Father Divine has the most prized possessions. I didn’t know what, but I’m willing to find out and more.
As I made my way to a closed building, the doors were locked. Ah, typical. So I tried to search my way in to gather and profited the valuable items. When I infiltrated from astained glass window, cobwebs greeted me and swarmed me. I coughed up, but quickly held it shut and switched the flashlight on. Nothing but boxed items stacked in holiday decorations. Thanksgiving decorations, Halloween decorations and Saint Patrick’s Day, even Valentine’s Day. Most were cramped and unorganized, and it sickened me from having a thick cobweb in my mouth. I came across a portrait of a young man with a long, blond hair, pitch-black eyes and a timeless suit, a fanciful sash and a family ring rested on his finger with an encrusted ruby atop. Shaking my head, not finding any valuable materials to steal, I spat out the cobweb and stalked through until I hit at the end.
Moonlight appeared and basked its glow through a window glass and pooled on the wooden floor, leading a conscious body shivering on the surface, puddled with wet water.
Getting closer to the figure, my eyes widened, a discovery of surprising events when I saw her again— a mystified woman with emerald eyes and a crucifix pendant on her chest and a golden embroidered“W”across her chest, shielded herself in a tattered, stained curtain.
I can’t believe it was her! Why was she there at the floor, all wet, coughing and freezing to death? Her cheeks reddened from a chilled air.
Holy shit!
Her stomach growled, and it prolonged.
