"What's wrong? Are you afraid?" I purred in his ear, stroking his hair. Marlowe shuddered at my words, as he tried squirming out of my grasp. I threw him to the ground, blowing a lethal kick in his left thigh. Just as I was about to pull the needle out of my pocket, Marlowe crawled across the ground, limping up the wooden stairs. I yelled out in frustration. "Oh just stay still Marlowe! You're making this harder than it has to be!" I heard the thudding footsteps on the floor above me. I climbed up the stairs, bursting the door of my room open. The closet door which I had left slightly opened the day before, was now closed. "What a typical place to hide, Marlowe!" I cried, "I'm disappointed- For such a good detective at least find a good hiding spot!" I walked up to the closet door, forcing it open. It was a slight struggle as Marlowe's strength was surprisingly better than I had assumed. I eventually hauled the door open and dragged him out, wrapping my hand around the back of his neck. I pushed him forward, leading him to the bannister of the stairs.
"Do you want me to throw you down there?" I said, forcing his head down so much, his feet lifted up off the ground. Marlowe rapidly shook his head, whimpering and quivering under my torso.
I laughed. "Stop squirming or you'll fall."
As I loosened my grasp, Marlowe threw his head up, his skull slamming against my chin. I cried out, blood dripping out from my mouth. "You little-" I whacked my fist against his cheek, sending him to the ground. Grabbing his legs, I pulled him towards me, jabbing the poisoned needle in his wind-pipe. Marlowe choked on blood, gasping for air. "It's rat poisoning." I said, still out of breath. I wiped my sleeve against my mouth, clearing away the blood he drew from my tongue. Marlowe was rolling on the ground now, kicking about violently. His hands were wrapped around his neck, trying to ease the pain, but deep down he must have known that it's useless. It was useless to try. He knew I had won. With each dry and chilling cough, blood squirted everywhere; I watched as he begged for mercy through his narrowed eyes. "See you in hell, Marlowe Davis." I whispered, lifting my leg up to his torso. He let out a stifled cry as I kicked his stomach, sending him plunging down the staircase. Each step left a wound on his skin, ripping open his flesh. He landed at the bottom on the stairs, his body deformed and his face still staring up at me. I walked down toward him, trying to hear the slurred words forming at the rim of his mouth. "Y...You" he started, "You won't get away with this..." he said in a hoarse voice, wheezing softly.
"I already did."
Marlowe lay on the ground, his body surrounded by a pool of blood."What a mess." I huffed.
I had to clean up quickly, for it wouldn't be long before suspicion grew due to the absence of Marlowe at work.