Unrequited Love

   He watched, helpless, as the door closed behind her. Marc's head spun and there was a weird fuzzy taste in his mouth. He glanced around at his surroundings trying to get his bearings. Faintly, he heard the clip clop of high heels receding down the hall. Than he glanced to the corner of the windowless room where there was two things. A cot and a bucket. Why would there be a bucket...? Oh. Marc sat dejectedly on the cot and glared at the bucket. Suddenly the room went out of focus and the fuzzy feeling in Marc's mouth intensified. He laid down on the cot and thought about the event that had led him here. 

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                                                   11:34 p.m. 

   The party was awful. Loud music, drunk people, high people, crying people, people making out, you name it. It really wasn't Marc's scene. Being a major introvert he would rather be home reading a mystery book. However his "friend" Brad had dragged him out here tonight. Now Brad was nowhere to be seen. Life was great. Than from the corner of his eye Marc saw Maureen Edmonds, the girl of his dreams. Her long blonde hair hung down her back tonight and her warm blue eyes shone. He was in love. Than Maureen turned and gestured him to her. Marc's mind gave a mental shout for joy as his feet flew towards Maureen. 

    The party had been amazing after that. Lies. The party was still awful but talking to Maureen wasn't. After a few beers to many he had acted a little foolishly. For instance he had called her honey. That was a little mortifying but Maureen didn't seem to bat an eye at Marc's verbal blunder. Soon after Maureen invited him back to her house. Being a just a little drunk it took Marc a second to figure out what she was implying, and than it hit him like a ton of bricks. He couldn't say yes enthusiastically enough. Than they were leaving the party and walking back to Maureen's house. It was only three blocks away. The outside of her house was neat and well groomed and the inside was the same way though everything seemed to lack a personal touch. 

    They sat down for a few minutes in the kitchen were Maureen gave Marc a water. The water tasted a little funny but it was appreciated after drinking all those beers. Than she led Marc to a door that he supposed would be her bedroom. Instead the door opened to reveal a staircase leading to a basement. Without hesitation Maureen proceeded to climb down and Marc followed not knowing what else to do. Than he had been led into a small room and had turned in time to see Maureen slipping out and locking the door behind her. 

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                                                      Present 

   The slick of a lock being turned and the sound of a door opening jarred Marc from his thoughts. There in the doorway was Maureen. However, she looked different. Maureen's  blue eyes had now gone frozen and her once sweet smile had a malicious twist to it. If that wasn't bad enough, she was holding a long knife with a rough edge. Marc scooched back until his back hit the wall. As she approached him Marc tried to stand, but found that he couldn't seem to control his legs. Maureen loomed over him and her face made his blood run cold. "Nighty night, honey," she hissed and brought the knife down.