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  1. Elizabeth panted as she sat in the corner, her knees pulled up to her chest, her hands on her face as she began to calm down. She slowly brought her bloodied hands over her choppy brown hair as she took a deep breath and looked up to the ceiling. She felt so amazing right then. Her entire body tingling with the triumph of a fresh kill. It was like sex to the veteran serial killer. Elizabeth relaxed where she was for a while, leaning her head back and closing her tired eyes. She was exhausted. Her profession was extremely exhausting but the way she felt right then made it all worth it. Nothing compared to the sensation of torturing a fellow human being, listening to them suffer, before you took the mortality that wasn't yours to take. It was an exhilaration that nothing had ever rivaled for her. She doubted anything ever would either. After a few minutes had passed, her body began to relax, the adrenaline ebbing in her system, her body beginning to shut down from the long days of torture and lack of food. It was when her eyes closed for a few minutes that Elizabeth knew she needed to get up and move before she passed out from sleep deprivation. She didn't sleep well as it was, her mind always working when she hadn't experienced a kill in a while, and when she took someone in to murder she stayed awake for days enjoying the every waking moment that she can. Elizabeth quickly ran her hands over her disheveled hair to push it out of her face. The action was not worth the effort as the dried blood just forced it back into her face. With a groan of displeasure she pushed herself off of the floor to begin the process of cleaning up after herself. Each of her tools, even the unused ones, were placed into a bucket of bleach water. First check mark was done. Next was collecting the evidence that they could use against her when they found the body. She liked to believe they always found the body. She clipped his nails. Shaved every part of his body. Washed him down with bleach. Propped him against the wall while she cleaned up everything else. Elizabeth sat and scrubbed for hours. She started in a corner and scrubbed. She used a small brush and was careful to include everything. Not just the things she knew she had touched but the things she didn't know if she had touched them. The chipped paint cupboards. The sink. The floor, the walls. Everything was carefully scrubbed and rinsed with her yellow gloved hands. It had been hours but for all she knew it could have been days by the time she reached her corpse. He was so beautiful without one of his eyes. It was so sad that she couldn't leave him in his canvas state. The blood that had smeared his body earlier in that day made him look majestic to her. Now he was a blank canvas again and she couldn't repaint him. Elizabeth gave the man a halfhearted smile before she moved to lift him. He was so much heavier now that he was dead, even though he was ten pounds lighter then when she had tugged him down the stairs. Dragging him back up the stairs was a task in itself. Once it was done and he was in his shallow grave miles away from the place that she had just killed him in, she felt the relief that overcame her when she was almost done with her job. She quietly turned and lifted the shovel beginning to methodically cover the man with fresh dirt, the soft crunching sound soothing her tight muscles as she worked. Elizabeth returned to the home and continued to clean. There was always so much to clean after she did her job. The stairs were next. Then the hallways, the rooms. Everything had to be cleaned. No trace that she was ever there could be left. She couldn't be found because she was careless. When Elizabeth was done she walked outside to the hose. She took the scrub pad and bleach to her own body. She scrubbed until her skin began to burn. She still felt dirty, like she had forgotten something but she knew that was how she always felt after a good kill. She got dressed in her fresh replacement clothing after throwing the discarded remnants and trash into her trunk. Finally she was ready to go home. Elizabeth slid into her car and pulled away from the rickety abandoned home in the middle of nowhere, and began towards her home in Miami.
  2. Morrigan

    Nothing Special

    So tomorrow will be my official second webcomic. I was hoping to get more done today but I seem to have been pretty unsuccessful and I have a lot to do tomorrow on top of getting the entire thing done. I will be busy, busy bumblebee tomorrow. I have coloring of all sorts to do and I'm not even allowed to get help... Okay, that's not true. I get a little bit of help from my daughter but I have to do a majority of it so it looks right. I am making some stuff for her to be able to learn things, like colors and shapes and things. It's actually quite awesome because these are things I'm having a hard time teaching her. (has no patience most of the time) so having the means will be helpful in successfully getting it done. I just hope her stubbornness doesn't get in the way of her improvement! So I guess that informs you that I didn't get much done today on websites or with anything really. I did a lot of cleaning, my daughter's teacher came.... my daughter's teacher left. We had doughnuts. Life is good. More specifically things I did/n't get done on my websites were: Blog layout looks decent on Wootflakes Designed Ebi1 R0ot!'s little self and little sister... And probably his mom but I'm not sure yet. I still need to design others but my brother is helping me with this. I'm annoyingly slow and he actually made Ebi1's little sister and I mostly edited it. I'm glad he's helping me or you might actually have stick figures. Planned to make more things. I have some smiley ideas and still have to develop a few things for tomorrow's web comic. Tech stuff for today? Safari is <3 Seriously! It's better then Chrome because you can have a persistent status bar and just as clean. I'm in heaven right now. It also has a built in Firebug type functionality. What's not to love? I guess there's... no, not that. Hmmm... I'm sure something will irritate me about it soon enough and you'll all get an ear full. Okay, this is another short post. It's late and I'm tired so I'm going to take that as a signal to go to bed. Goodnight all. Hope you're having a good day!!
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