Gilman Black (gilmanblack) wrote in horror_story, @ 2013-04-07 15:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, cycle002, gilman |
Who: Gilman and pieces of Dahlia Palmer.
What: Gilman is disposing of Dahlia’s body... parts.
Where: Rob’s Apartment and then Pine Bottom Wetland.
When: January 12th, very late evening.
Rating: Gilman is disposing of a corpse soooo... G, that’s pretty family friendly!! (seriously though this is kind of gross and disturbing)
Mike had been right about Dahlia. She had to go. She had been in the room too long, and the smell of her putrefying corpse was going to start attracting unwanted attention. His first hurdle had been acquiring tools without actually buying them new. Being involved in a missing persons case and buying a brand new saw from the hardware store was bound to attract unwanted attention. At least he had plenty of garbage bags already on hand. In the end, at a loss after a full day of trying to brainstorm, he’d done a line of the cocaine (or what he’d assumed was cocaine) and suddenly shit became powerfully clear. He’d broken into someone’s shed – easy to do when so many of the local yokels left that shit unlocked to begin with – and headed back to Rob’s get started.
“Honey, I’m home!” he crooned softly, closing the door behind him. His heart was practically singing, and the world was completely perfect, totally in alignment with his plans, “Let me powder my nose, first!”
With a twisted little giggle, he set his tools next to the bed and arranged another line for himself. Yes. Yes. This was under fucking control. Fuck all that complicated bullshit. This was the way. Mike had known. Mike had given him the truth in powder form, and now he was living it. Donning some plastic goggles and gloves he used in his darkroom, Gilman wrapped himself in garbage bags and got to work. Sawing up a corpse was disgusting work, but about halfway through Gilman removed Dahlia sock and started snickering.
“Oh no, your hands!” he laughed, “Now you can’t touch up people’s faces like you’re in some shitty Lifetime movie. Shit, Dahlia, you’re really oozing down there. Might wanna get that looked at.”
It was gruelling work that took more time than he anticipated (bones, as it turned out, weren’t that easy to saw through) but soon all that was left of now almost completely silent Dahlia was a head that had been very roughly and messily removed. All the pieces were uneven and rough, but it didn’t matter. He wasn’t some kind of serial killer, and even though he was an artist, his art came from his camera. All this dead meat was just incidental.
Another line (he didn’t have much left, now, his nose was like a hoover) and he hauled her down to his car in a few trips, put her in the trunk, and drive back towards the trailer park. He went towards home, but instead of pulling into the trailer park, he continued past and out onto Old Growth Road, looking for a decent place to pull his car off. Once he found the right place, he did one final rail in the confines of the his car and got out, hauling the heaviest bag out with him. It didn’t feel heavy. Everything felt right. He was in tune with the fucking universe right now.
Just like he knew he would, he found a place in the swamp that was sucking at his boots. It didn’t totally freeze over out here, and there just happened to be a small pool with only a thin film of ice over it. Gilman took a few trips, dumping body parts into pools that were only thinly iced over, knowing that they’d just ice over again and that he was a fucking genius.
The last piece, Dahlia’s head, started wriggling around and muttering, and Gilman pulled her head out.
“You look like you could use a BJ,” Dahlia wheezed, her tongue lolling out in a grotesque display, “Just knock my teeth out and go for it.”
“You’re so thoughtful,” Gilman said, “But I better not! I gotta be smart about this.”
“Okay,” Dahlia gurgled in disappointed, “See you later, Alligator.”
“After awhile, Crocodile,” Gilman said. With a chuckle, he dropped the last piece into a swampy pool and headed back to his car. He’d been smart. So fucking smart.
Fuck did he need more of that cocaine.