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He awoke in his bed drenched with sweat. Rick rolled over. For half a moment he wondered where his wife Darice was. Then he remembered his “Wife” now ex-wife was safely locked away and Belleview mental institution where she could no longer terrorize him. Rick looked up at the glowing red numbers on his alarm clock.

It was 3:45. Much to early to wake up from fear. He walked down red oak stairs that had a decorative pink flower wall paper he had never found the time to take down.
By the time Rick walked into the kitchen he felt an odd uneasiness that he could not quite place. He did his best to ignore this feeling.

A can of Budweiser helped. Rick was so preoccupied with its urine taste he was able to ignore the odd felling. He began to stare at the white wall of his kitchen trying to figure out why he felt uneasy. His eyes fixated on a red-brown stain above the chair opposite of where he sat.
He laughed a bit as he Realized what the stain was. The red-brown stain was all that was left over of a long dead hot dog.


Rick must have fallen asleep because he awoke to the irritating sound of his alarm clock. The beep-beep of doom as he thought of it. He dashed up the stairs to turn off his alarm so he could get ready for work.

Rick went to his bed and pushed the alarm button into the off position . “Yes” He said in a soft voice. His cat Rupert narrowed its eyes until they where small and squinty. Rick Ignored that because Rupert was prone to giving odd looks.

The alarm clock flashed 5:30. He went into the bathroom, as his bare feet hit the cold tile floor he took off his pajama pants. He folded these pants and put them next to the bath mat. He stepped into the shower and turned on the water so it was warm. Rick grabbed a bottle of shampoo and washed his hair. As he finished washing him self the water turned cold.


Rick shivered and got out of the shower his feet once again hitting the cold tile floor.
He found the outfit he had laid out the day before. As he put on his black dress pants he could smell cinnamon. He found one Altiod in his left pocket.
“That’s odd “ Rick said out loud.

I haven’t used Altiods in a long time.
The feeling of uneasiness returned
He got dressed quickly not wanting to be in the house at that moment. Rick would have forgotten his tie if it hadn’t been near his brief case. Rick opened the car door nervously. He got in his Mercedes. He turned on the ignition and the radio. The radio was set to a rock and roll station. Rick ardently changed the station to the news. “Thank you bob for that…. Touching report and in other news two patents have escaped from Belleview mental institution. Early today” Rick did not hair the rest of the report. He didn’t need to.


“Holy s**t Darice” Rick said. Rick knew it was Darice they where talking about. He had no factual basis he just felt it in his gut. Rick saw a woman standing in the middle of the road. She had long black hair and deep green eyes. Rick slamed on the breaks and managed to stop two feet away from her.

The woman started to yell at him and then walked away. She was not Darice. Rick pulled over to the break down lane of the high way . He tried to breath deeply as tears filled his eyes. Then Rick started to remember something started to remember something he very badly wanted to forget.

Rick remembered it as if it had happened yesterday.

It was about a year and a half ago. He was washing dishes in the marble sink.
The old fine china plate had been to “special “ as Darice said to put in the dish washer. So he was hand washing it . The warm water and soap did their job in cleaning it. So he started to dry it off. Every thing would have been fine if it weren’t for a little bit of dish soap that was left on there.

The plate slipped out of his hand and fell to the floor with a loud crash.
The television in the next room turned off. “Rick honey what was that noise” Darice said in a fake sweet voice. “N-nothing Darice” Rick stuttered. Darice walked into the room. As her eyes went from Rick to the broken china on the floor she seemed from Rick’s point of view to grow about two feet.


She glared at him the way a cat might look at a mouse. “Rick don’t lie to me it will just make it worse” Darice took off her leather belt and cracked it in the air.
“Darice I’m sorry please n-”. Rick’s begging was interrupted by a loud cracking sound and then a sharp pain in his shoulders. “Time to take you medicine Rick” Darice said as she laughed like a psychopath.

Rick endured five or six such strikes with the belt before he did something.
He grabbed the belt in mid air just as it came down towards his face. This poorly thought out move did nothing but anger Darice even further. The belt slipped out of his hand and hit the floor. Mrs. Darice Thompson reached into the sink and pulled out a frying pain. She then walked seemingly calmly towards Rick and hit him over the head with it. Blood began to stain his strawberry blond hair. The last image in his head that day was a shoe coming down towards his face. When he woke up he was face down in a puddle of blood.


Rick stopped crying and started to drive his car. He started to drive to work but parked out side a bar instead. He picked up his cell phone and called in sick a very unRick like thing to do. He went inside and ordered a drink.

Darice crawled out of the sewage pipe with Clarie following her. Clarie had been homeless a few years back and lived in the sewers for a wile. Which is why Darice broke out of the mental intuition with her.

Last night as the sheets where taken out to be washed she stabbed the woman the woman that replaced them with clean sheets in the neck with a pen. Darice dragged the woman across the floor and switched uniforms with her. Then she laid her down in the bed and pulled the sheet over her head. Darice proceeded to grab the sheet cart and walk out of the room.

Then she went to Clarie’s room and unlocked it with keys that were on the belt of the uniform. Darice then had Clarie hide in the sheet cart and propped pillows up on the bed so it looked like she was sleeping.


Then she calmly walked out of the room and kept walking until a nurse spotted her. The nurse screamed “Patient 113 is out of her room””. Darice at that moment saw the large bay window and her opportunity . It was a third story window but she thought she could make it.


Darice rammed the laundry cart against the window shattering it . She then jumped into it. As it hit the ground Clarie screamed. Guard with hypodermic needles rushed towards the window just in time to see them jump out of the laundry cart.

Darice and Clarie ran as fast as they could towards the razor wire fences .
They jumped them as gracefully as cats and once the landed ran like bats out of hell.
The two saw a rather large drainage pipe and crawled into it. They journeyed threw the sewers and that was how they ended up crawling out of the sewers and into the woods.



Clarie stood there for a moment trying to get her bearings. “If we want to get to the main road we are going to have to find the path “Clarie said. The woods surrounding them had many large oak and maple trees. Since it was fall the leaves where a combination of red and gold. Off in the distance the sound of running water could be heard. The two women decided to follow that sound. As they did the woods began to give way to a small path, on the far side of that path was a river. This river was very clean taking in to account the fact that it was in new jersey. Clarie and Darice were covered in blood and raw sewage so they thought it would be better to clean off before they went onto the main road.

They undressed and bathed in the cold water. Darice decided to wash of the nurse and inmate uniforms. These uniforms consisted of light gray pants and shirts. When they were done they got dressed.

In the distance Darice saw some one jogging towards them. She motioned for Clarie to follow her then she stepped behind a large oak tree.
As the jogger neared where they were it became apparent that the jogger was a teenaged girl.


The girl was wearing long black pants and a tight black tank top. Her hair was dyed black and pulled into a tight braid. She also had black eyeliner on.
Right after the girl passed the tree Darice jumped out and put the pen she used to break out of Belleview to her neck. “If you try to scream or run this pen will be in your jugular” Darice said with a smirk.

The girl looked at her fearfully. “I only have twenty dollars you can have it” the girl said. Darice laughed. “I don’t need your money I need your clothes. Although I will except this generous donation.” The girls eyes widened.
Darice growled, she was starting to lose her patients .

“Well what are you waiting for give me your clothes?” The girl undressed and gave Darice her clothes. Darice smiled and thanked her. She then proceeded to stab her in the eye with the pen. As blood filled the girls eye fluid came out and it deflated. After this happened you could see the pink-gray matter of the girls brain.


Darice laughed as this was happening. “******** emo”. Clarie stepped out from behind the tree finally. “You didn’t have to kill her Darice.” Clarie whined.
“Yes I did because she saw my face and she would have gone back to where ever she came from and called the cops” Darice said in a cold emotionless voice.
Darice switched clothes wit h the girl and then pushed her face first into the river.


As he was in the bar Rick looked around. When he walked back to the car he realized something. He could not go because he had not moved since the divorce case. Rick sat in the car about to weep. His life was going to fall apart because of one woman.
Rick’s life and work might soon be over. So he deiced to do what all men who’s live were in danger did. He decided to try to stay alive. Rick put the key into the ignition then drove to the motel eight where he would be spending the night.

As Rick parked the car he tried to think of what room he should stay in.
There were only fourteen rooms and he doubted any of them would be clean. These where the rooms Truckers stayed in and cheating husbands took their mistresses to for a quick romp.

Rick needed all the luck he could get on this October night. As he entered the hotel he said a silent prayer. An balding elderly man sat on the other side of the desk.
The man smelled of death and decay the smell of a retirement home. “How may I help you young man” the old decrepit man asked.

Rick looked at the man who’s name tag said Fredrick. “I would like a room please” He replied. The old man smiled a crooked yellow grin. “Of course you would sonny do you have any preference?” Rick looked at his toothy smile and tried his best not to vomit. “Luck number seven please” Rick said nervously.

The old man handed him the room key. “You okay sonny ? Haven a little trouble with the wife”? Rick flushed “Yeah something like that. “ He then took the room key and entered the room. As soon as Rick entered the room he knew it would be a long night. The walls were yellow and pealing from smoke, there was a rhythmic dripping sound from the sink. Rick sat down on the bed and it squeaked.


He stood up to go to the bathroom, as he entered the bath room he noticed the toilet was clogged , the seat was cracked and there were flies buzzing around it.
He walked out of the bathroom utterly disgusted and laid back down on the squeaky bed.



Darice and Clarie walked towards Rick’s house. Darice looked for lights on in the house or Rick’s car. Basically she was looking for any signs of life.
As she noticed the car was not there and the light were out she sighed deeply.
Clarie looked at her wit ha curious look on her face.
Darice made her way around to the back of the house to the back door and kicked it in right near the lock.


Clarie followed her to the now open door. They went inside and Darice turned on the lights. Then she saw that cat Rupert. Her eyes went blood shot and filled with rage. “ Cat in my house?” Darice screamed.

Clarie watched in horror as Darice picked up a knife and gutted pour Rupert.
The cats guts spilled on to the floor and so did blood. Darice looked at Clarie. “Clean it up” She ordered. Clarie did so out of fear. Darice went up the old stairs and looked at he pink wall paper then spat at it. She went up to Rick’s room and looked around for a clue as to where he went.

So far she was unsuccessful. After a wile out of sheer frustration she kicked the dresser over. In a pile of dust in the corner of the room where the dresser had been was a motel eight card covered in dust. Hadn’t Rick gone to a motel eight before? Wasn’t there one near the old grave yard a few miles from here? Darice pondered.


She ran down stairs just as Clarie was disposing of the dead cat. Darice grabbed a shovel from the hall closet and walked out the front door. Clarie followed her over to a car. Darice walked up to the drivers side window of the car and bashed it in with the shovel and then climbed in. The keys had been left in the ignition which allowed her to unlock the doors and let Clarie in.


Darice Drove to the motel eight which was as she had thought near a grave yard. She got out of the car and snuck into the help desk where Fredrick was asleep.
Darice snuck up behind him knife in hand. The cats blood was still on it so she licked it off. She put the knife to Fredrick’s neck and slit his throt .
His warm blood sprayed out and hit Clarie whom had just come in, in the face.

Is she was bothered by this brutal killing she hid it well.
Darice looked at her for any signs of sympathy. She found none.
Darice knowing Rick was slightly superstitous walked into room number seven. She then motioned for Clarie to stay out of the room.

Darice walked into the room and hit Rick over the head with the shovel.
She then dragged him out of his bed on to the dirty floor and then out of the room.
“Clarie come with me” Darice said in a commanding voice.
The two walked toward the grave yard with Rick in tow. Darice handed the shovel to Clarie and pointed to a grave.

Clarie under stood this and began digging up the grave. After about ten minutes of hard work and a lot of sweat later a coffin was visible.
Clarie opened up the coffin and stepped away. As she dead so gravel crunched under her foot.

Inside the wooden coffin was a grotesque rotting corpse. The skin hung loose and looked pale with a gray tent. The left eye of the corpse had fallen out and there were now maggots crawling in and out of it.
Clarie stifled a gag at this horrid sight. Darice walked over and tossed Rick into the moldy corpse occupied half rotten coffin. She started to walk away but almost immodestly turned back to where her unconscious former lover lay. In an apparent act of mercy she threw the straight razor in with him before closing the coffin door.

As Darice started to bury the coffin again she spoke. “If the tight space bothers him he can just slit his wrists. “Darice smiled and kept burying the coffin. Darice looked at Clarie with an eerily calm look upon her face.
“Ah Clarie you may go do as you wish. I no longer have any use for you.” And with out waiting any longer Darice walked back into Rick’s motel room.

Clarie paced around the grave yard in the dark. The full moon was her only light tonight. She wondered what this Rick fellow could have done to deserve such a horrible painful death. What had that girl done to deserve a pen threw her eye.

Clarie had wanted to stop the killing but she was scared of Darice.
Although Darice was a small woman she was ferocious. Clarie had seen that first hand. She deiced to at least try to make things right. Clarie graved the shovel and began to dig.

As Rick awoke in his coffin he knew it was it was Darice’s work. He gagged in his mouth a little at the stench of his rotted corpse. Then Rick saw the straight razor Darice had left him. He laughed rather morbidly. Most of the wood in the coffin was at least semi rotted. Rick began pounding on the top of his death trap.

Although these attempts of escape were often fatal and futile he kept on going. Even if he could sommon up the strength to break open the rotten coffin dirt would pour down and crush him. Finally there was a noticeable effect aside from bloody knuckles. There was a crack in the coffin.


Darice heard a shovel hit rock. She was confused and angry. Little Clarie must have had a lapse in judgment . “God damn it “she muttered.
This meant more work for her. She was tired and wanted sleep.
She got up and walked out clutching the knife she had slit Fredrick’s throat .Darice walked out side and saw young Clarie digging where Rick had been prematurely buried. She walked towards Clarie and let out a sigh.

“Clarie Clarie Clarie” she muttered. “What am I going to do with you. You have looks but no brain . It is wonder you survived in the sewers so long. “ Clarie stepped back in fear. She began to tremble. Her blond hair fell in front of her face obscuring her blue eyes which practically glowed with fear.

Darice walked toward Clarie with her knife still hidden.
Once again she began to speak.

“You think you can double cross me you little tramp? Let me tell you something little girl. You may have looks but in ten or twenty years that will fade. You will just be another has been like all those other blond bimbos. When your looks fade away and your hair grows gray you will be forgotten. But people like me will be fine. Our intelligence, our pride ,Ambition and strength are what keeps us alive. We are eternal. So let me spare you all those years of pain and suffering and end it right here right now”. Clarie began to cry. “Forgive me “ She yelled. It was not clear if she was asking this of Darice or some higher power.

Darice how ever showed no intention of forgiving her. She leapt at Clarie with the knife and watched in delight as the knife cut into her stomach and warm fresh blood sprayed into her face. Clarie bled profusely and fell to the ground. Darice laughed at that and walked away from the grave yard with her back facing Claries corpse and the coffin.

That was her mistake . There was an audible crack. As Darice turned around a shovel hit her face very hard. She fell to the found as blood poured out of her ears nose and mouth. Rick stood over her and looked relived. “Spare this b***h” he said and walked into the sunset.


The end