Happy birthday! People yelled out as they came around his desk with a 6-inch birthday cake. People smiled at him as if they were happy that he was maturing. Another birthday cake arrived at the same time a murder was being placed. A tall man with a long beard, a long shirt, and shorts. Along with sunglasses came in cray's office without knocking. People stared at him as if he lost his mind. Of course he was young and full of pride.
What's this? asked one of his co-workers. Giving a suspicious look.
What was in the cake? The cake smelled like dead flesh and bones. Along with the smell of piss. Cray was hesitant to cut and open the cake but he did. The workers continued to call him " a pussy " as he showed his cautiousness. Which was a no no. Somebody in that group was wishing him hell. That was the first time he showed fear but I guess he felt comfortable. He was hoping that nobody saw that but did. He cut open the cake, and a hand and a testicle came outo. Cray gasped, moving his chair back as he gagged to the smell amongst his nose. Coworkers gasped as they were afraid of everything that was on his desk. Police officers ran to catch the delivery man but couldn't find him anywhere.
Officers walked out to the car garage as they smelled smoke from the inside of the police station. Car smoke came from the front of them. Gasoline started to drip from the car slowly as it hit the ground. One of the officers bend down to check... A crazy man was on the other side bending down on the opposite side of car, smiling as the officer shockly moved upwards, yelling "Bomb". A Woman with a black coat, red hair, black sunglasses hit the switch and the car blow up in seconds.
" Bam!" Said the woman as she placed the death terminator in her coat pocket. Gives a long sigh. Turns around and walks away before the cops came. When the cops corned her, she continued to walk forwards, passing them. The officers had their guns out but the woman didn't mind that.
Cray walked out, stumbling, gasping like a woman would as he shockingly stood still. Walking near the front, where the sirens came near, driving in the underground parking lot inside. The officers investigation was brutal and offenseful. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Although he probably knew who it was but didn't want to say anything. He loved the intention, he loved the pain, he loved the rollercoaster, he loved the fact that the women was coming after him. Cray didn't have an open mind on anything, like his past girlfriends, or wives that he had in the past. Women that were angry, women that didn't forgive easy, women that holds grudges. He only thought the women that was angry was the two women that he is married to, and using in the present but other then that his past, Cray didn't really care about, although it could have been possible that his past wives and girlfriends could have wanted revenge but doing the time of grieve couldn't respond.
Malia was at home and his second wife was having sex with another man while Cray was being investigated within hours of questioning. Cray made a phone call to both women, including the woman that he had on the side for luck but neither of them answer. Malia was doing her drawings, releasing her anger with her paints, crying as she painted and painted until there was none left, that second wife, Emma was making love to another man in the bed that Cray had many women in. Emma leans backwards, moaning, pushing forward, yelling in anger as she felt anger and pleasure. Malia sighs as she moans as well but not as pleasure.
The phone ringed again and again. Malia walks up the phone but steps on a glass. Malia didn't feel anything but wetness from the bottom of the floor. The phone ringed.
Cray waiting on the other line of the phone, but no answer. Malia pressed her feet on the glass again as blood and the splitter opened her wounded on her feet. Phone ringed again, and as the phone continued to ring, the glass went deeper into her feet. Clothes still wet from the outside pool of the struggle. The man that struggled her was not noticeable. Malia walked to the pool, blood dripping from her feet, onto her kitchen floor, going out to her pool. Malia smiles as she presses the glass forward, holding the knife to her arm, cutting the veins of her arm, about to frame her only beloved lover.