This idea’s been kicking around in my head for several years and this is the first time I’ve ever given it space outside my mind. I sometimes worry about the dastardly way my own mind works.
Warnings for sinister content, trickery and violence against women.
She was the only one who noticed him. His pale, moon-like face seemed to deflect the gaze of others but his large, dark eyes saw everything.
She was the only one who showed him kindness. He knew he had to make it up to her somehow. When he overheard her talking to that girl from Accounts over lunch, his purpose was fixed.
“If I could just be young forever, all my problems would be solved!”
It wasn’t hard to get her to agree to a lift home that Friday night in the pouring rain. When she’d said yes, he’d known he was doing the right thing.
There was only one way to guarantee her perpetual youth. He’d known that from the minute he heard those words.
She’d looked a little confused when he pulled up outside his house but quickly acquiesced. Politely, she accepted the orange-juice-and-phenobarbital cocktail and drank it quickly.
In minutes, her legs went from under her; seconds later he was standing over her with a feather cushion in his hands as her eyelids fluttered.
“Why..?” was her last word, more breath than speech.
“Because it’s what you wanted,” he answered, and pressed the cushion over her face.