I Didn’t Do That Murder
It's time for my last meal. They asked what I wanted and I simply replied, "I want a large candy cane."
Their faces were priceless. I knew what they thought.
"Well, he is out of his mind after all."
One of them even had the gumption to say well maybe Santa will bring you one this year with a chuckle, but they are fools. No one, not one of these ignorant lawmen can see that I, have always been in control.
My past landed me in this putrid hole, and ten years have flown by like an owl in the night. The first time I killed it was bloody, unexperienced, but true to myself. It gave me such joy and so it cannot be as bad as the law would have you to believe. If it is good to me should it not benefit all mankind? No! They shunned me for the beauty I created and placed me in a closed room where only I hear my thoughts. That will change someday. Someone will make this right and it shall be me.
My cell opens and a larger than average candy cane plops on my bed.
"There you go dead man." The guard laughs as he strolls out slamming metal on metal as he leaves. I reach over for the cane an begin sucking the uncurved end.
"They will see. Tomorrow is the day of reckoning." I say between slurps of sweet striped stick.
The day starts early. They want me dead, and they may suspect I want the same of them. Which I do! Oh yes, dead men who mock me! They have no real grasp on the true nature of humans, but I am about to share my knowledge with them.
My cage opens and the snarky guard from last night walks in.
"Morning beautiful. I hope you got enough sleep for your big day!" He says with pig faced laugh.
"I did. Did you?"
His face squeezed together awfully, "What the hell do you mean by that?"
"Well, you have something right under you chin." I point to the spot.
The guard starts rubbing his neck swiftly then checks his hand.
"There is nothing on my neck!" He shouts.
Before the k-sound can finish in the word neck, I slide my hand behind my back and immediately bring forth a instrument of death. With a precise "Thwack!" I lodge a rather large candy cane into the guard's jugular. The feeling is euphoric and long waited.
He hits the floor and thrashes around while blood splatters with each pulse of his heart. The air is filled with the sweet aroma of iron and fear as the guard looks up into my eyes.
I bend over him to give our parting words. "I want you to know I wasn't the one who killed the senator's daughter. Someone pulled a cheap trick and framed me, which I find not very righteous of an officer of the law." I lean down to his ear making sure he can hear the words that will give him peace in death. "But do not fret. As you die you now know my true self, and you know your true self which is a footstool for deranged." I can't contain a small chuckle watching his eye light fade into his darkening pupil.
I stand and bask in the carnage, but soon they will search for the criminal, let's say genius now, who escaped death row, and murdered one of their own. The security is so scarce here though. It is quite comical to think they could hold me in a open latch cage such as this, after all I have thumbs and they are arrogant. That is why this puddle of red goo is soaking my socks. Oh, I have lived truly and shall continue on my way. I grab the dead guard's gun and make my way to the exit, blowing eight holes into three officers who showed first. Poor lads. I walked to my freedom just like I should since I did not commit the crime, well.... the crime they called me on anyway. Outside the wind brushes me pointing my way. The grass pulls my feet and I grin with pride. "I shall live in the beauty of murder, and so shall all who I meet."