A Murderous Look

Trudy wasn’t afraid of death; it was her murder, which surprised her. She raced though the warehouse at a frantic pace.  His footsteps were strong and steady.  She had no place left to run.  Up against the back wall, Trudy did the only thing she could; she composed herself and waited. It only took 13 seconds for him to catch up to her.  She had counted.  Trudy wanted to remember every detail of this night just in case she survived.  The rotted floor boards next to her exposed a black nothingness below in the warehouse basement.   She stood frozen posed to fight.  

The large looming body appeared before her holding a 2x4; she finally understood his weapon choice.  It was a common object with no ownership, no traceability.  Brilliant really, if you think about it, but no sane person would think about such things.  

All of a sudden, the brute of a man before her knelt down on one knee and did a sign of the cross.  Trudy leaned and spat in his eye to wash the murderous look out.  It didn’t work.  Her murderer swung the piece of wood like a baseball bat.  The board connected with the right side of her body.  Her hip and pelvis shattered.  The crunching sound of her bones sickened Trudy.  Her only reaction was a loud gasping of air before she blacked out. 

Trudy’s body lay limp on the ground.  

The man stood up, stepped towards Trudy, and with the 2x4 pushed her into the black hole.  As she hit the dirt floor, a thud resonated up from the hole.  Technically, it wasn’t murder; she wasn’t dead, but she will die from lack of medical attention.   A sinister smile of complete satisfaction came across the man’s face.  

Negligible Homicide was much easier the third time around.