Part 2: Simon Says...

As they finished dinner at their favourite restaurant, Ed and Natalie walked out full of giggles. “Here's an idea; how about we walk around town for a bit?” Ed asked. Natalie smiled and nodded eagerly.

Time flew by and the town’s clock had sounded its chime alerting the townsfolk, there were a few minutes before midnight. They entered a quiet road. No one seemed to be around. Cars stood parked on either side of the road. Natalie pulled Ed from the sidewalk and placed themselves in the middle of the road. They walked and danced around, making the most of the quiet road. At the square, they stood by the fountain. “Natalie, don’t you think we’re too loud?” Ed questioned, looking around. “Babe, this part of town hasn’t been awake in years. No one really lives here. We’re good,” she exclaimed. He smiled weakly.

All of a sudden, a loud whistle made them jump. Ed looked around and found a man dressed in a trench coat, slowly approaching them.

“Hello?”

No response. The man kept walking towards them.

“Um, let’s go before things get weirder,” Natalie said. As they turned to leave the man whispered, “Simon says.” They stopped in their tracks. A grin crept onto his face.

“Simon says.”

With only a few feet separating them, he made his command. “Simon says bite chunks of flesh from your girlfriend’s neck.” Ed turned to Natalie. His eyes turned grey and grabbed her. He dug his teeth into her neck and bit off chunks. He spat the chunks onto the ground and continued biting her neck. Soon, his face and clothes were covered in blood and Natalie’s lifeless body fell to the ground.

Ed soon ‘woke up’ and had a metallic taste in his mouth. He looked around and saw a dead Natalie lying on the ground. Her neck was filled with bite marks. He noticed the chunks of flesh around him. “You killed my girlfriend?” he cried out to the man.

“More like, you did it yourself,” the man said, with a smirk on his face.

Ed shouted from rage. Did he bite these chunks of flesh from her neck? If she wasn’t by his side anymore, he had nothing to live for anymore. He saw a telephone pole close by, with a large splint, next to a two-storey building. He ran to the top and stood on the ledge. He looked down and stood align with the splint. Without thinking it through, he jumped. The splint punctured his stomach and went right through. Blood trickled down, painting the rest of the pole blood red. There was no way he survived that.

The man stood by, as he watched Ed kill himself. Just as he hoped, Ed would kill himself if he had nothing else to live for without the love of his life.

It’s like killing two birds with one stone.