I ran amok back home, my shirt was covered in dark clots that were blood from the man I had killed. I had to avoid the patrol using the creeping darkness to stealth my way back to our street, Shrubland. For one, going to the mortuary like this will only raise the alarm. I Was beginning to get fucked up.
Since I used the back way, I had to get in the house through the back door, locking it once inside. I breathed laboriously as my heartbeat incessantly thumped faster, increasing its pace as I knew the dead body would sooner be found.
I sat on the couch, walked up and down the stair, and tried rearranging the living room before dropping the knife that was still in my hand. I had to ditch that carcass before somebody found it, on top of the list, I also had two more people to eradicate including the girl, making it three.
I knew one of them will surely set me up, describing me to the cops, I had to take no chances. I was young to end up in prison. I had not even enjoyed life properly, I thought about my life in jail and quickly discarded the thought. I had to clear the mess.
After one hour, I was out again, confidently. I had no weapon with me this time as I tagged my raincoat straight and quickly made my way. The weather was rough with a heavy upcoming storm, it was the most suitable time to execute my plan. I knew I would have to bring the carcass back home before chopping it up into pieces. It was a cruel way to treat the dead, but how would I ferry a dead man to the wastelands?
I stood some distance away from the crime spot, the dead body was still there lying in a lump, its legs and hands sprawled in a cruel manner indicating the painful death the victim had received.
I looked around and confirmed my guarantee as I made a fast move, rushing over and swirling the body over my shoulders making a retreat on the spot. I don't know where this whole energy had come from only that I had just this night to clear the mess.
The downpour had commenced, washing the thick blood on the ground behind me into the sewage line.
I shook the body up, balancing it on my shoulder as some blood grew wet from the heavy downpour and sprinkled down, in my clothes. I could feel the cold blood flowing thickly on my back as I reached our backyard. Thanks to the storm, the streets were empty. I dropped the figure ruthlessly in our backyard and flew back in for the axe I had once seen stored in the attic.
My search was rampant and my hands trembled as my senses grew peak. I found the axe and quickly made my way back down, confirming through the window if the carcass was still there while making sure that my environment was safe before I made the first chop.
I raised the axe, trembling. What had I got myself into? Or should I return this dead person to the scene of murder and surrender? I thought before the axe fell on the body. I had the girl to defend me, more so, it was not intentional, I was defending myself and the girl. But I had long brought the body here, and giving in or not would still end me up in jail.
I held the axe high this time, letting my hair cover my forehead and the washdown ran over my face, I was drenched. The swoosh sounded, cutting through the heavy raindrops as the axe landed perfectly between the neck, cutting through only to leave a slick thread.
I grew uneasy as my adrenaline rose high. There was no turning back, the storm had promised to cover me.
I made more than fifty chops, separating almost every joint so the pieces were all just in length to fit in polythene.
I still shook as I saw the meat in front of me, its blood refusing to drain into the earth. I had to act fast, I had my polythene ready and I started packing my trash fastly, the abdomen was the most annoying part as I had to shove the intestines and tie them up while forcing them into the bag.
Lightening flashed across the sky, followed by terrific thunder.
Darkness had crept in with the rage, providing what I needed. I thanked the management authority for not fixing the street lights as I used my thick slippery shoulder to ferry the mess. I was moving quickly, along the pavement, cautiously.
The wasteland was a huge dump site not far from our place. It would cost me ninety-nine minutes to bury my trash there. I had planned to dump this waste and bury it in the wasteland. That way, the rot and smell would be shrouded by the garbage and stench of that place.
Exactly around 11 pm, I stood inside the house, covered in mud and an awful stink.
I had to change. I dug dirt and covered the so evidence in the backyard, washing the axe too as I returned everything to normal.
I almost relaxed at this hour, I hoped as I thought, was there anything else that could trace the murder to me? Well, it will take ages for the health management to discover that a body had rotten in their wasteland, by then, I would have long fled from this town.
My fears came from the witnesses, though I had marked each with a stab and scar, I didn't know of their whereabouts. I thought of the girl, if she dares expose me or link me to any missing person, I would surely find her and cut her tongue out.
That was me now, the coolest and once devoted church member. If not for that girl, all this might not have happened, why did I even save her? Was I a hero? She didn't even say thanks. I held my mobile phone as I thought hard. I needed to pray and I prayed for my God to protect and guide me.
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