Ever since the dawn of man, cellars have been magnificent places for murder. From documented wall paintings of men being beaten to death underground, to Victorian poetry, such as Edgar Allen Poe's
The Black Cat, to 1950s detective films. And all that history of underground killings is what brought both Kiley Kastiron, a bat for hire, and Ted Nimberson, a man who was intent on revealing the dirty secrets of William Salcerbyer, a rich business man. The very same man who hired Kiley. One more important thing you should know about Ted: he only has a few minutes to live, so don't get too attached to him.
And so, Ted Nimberson lay on the floor, bound and gagged, completely defenseless with a teenage girl standing over him, bat in her hands. She let out a frustrated sigh. Over the course of three weeks, she had beaten him, yelled at him, laughed at his pain, and yet he said nothing, even the times when she removed the cloth gagging him from his mouth. Her job was not only to kill the man, but to make him tell her where he was getting his info. And so she did the last thing she could think of. She pulled out a disposable flip phone that had been supplied to her by her employer and dialed his number. "Hey William." she said into the mouth piece (I dunno what it's called). "Ted ain't talkin'. I've tried everything." There was a silence in the room as Kiley listened to the man on the other end. About halfway through, a grin spread across Kiley's face. This scared Ted. This scared Ted real bad. "With pleasure. I'll put the phone in his shirt pocket. You can come get it as well as the rest of the body. He'll be in the cellar I told you about." and with that, she hung up the phone and tucked it in Ted's shirt pocket. She then kneeled next to Ted's bruised and bloodied face and removed the cloth gag. "Two more questions. Where do ya live?" the man, fearing his demise, answered her innocent question. "Apartment 7A of the apartment complex located at 7342 West Street." she gave a small nod, then leaned in and asked her seconds, less innocent question. "What exactly is William Salcerbyer's dirty secret?" the man hesitated, before answering. "He hires hackers to...steal from other people's bank accounts for his own gain." and with that, Kiley stood. "Thank you good sir. Now let's get on with this." she raised her bat and lightly tapping his back, which made him writhe around, struggling. As she tapped his spinal cord, she said, "Enie," then tapped his head. "Meanie," and back to the spinal cord, "Moe," she continued to do this as she spoke the rest of the children's rhyme,"Catcha tiger by the toe. If it hollers, let it go. My mother said to pick the very best one and you are it." she finally stopped, bat resting on the man's head. "What luck. You got the painless way."
Kiley then rose her bat and pulled it down. It landed hard on the man's head, crushing it instantly. Little bits of brain, skull, blood, and pieces of face flew everywhere. Kiley, who was also covered in blood, bent over and pulled Ted's keys and wallet out of his pocket. She checked the contents of the wallet: two twenties. Not much, but she didn't complain. She then walked to the far corner of the room and pulled a towel out of a backpack hidden in the shadows of the dimly lit cellar. She pulled the red sundress she wore off over her head and dried the blood off of herself and her bat with the towel. She then stuffed both the towel and the blood soaked dress and pulled out a second sundress of the same color. She put it on and slung the backpack over her shoulder and exited the cellar.
She walked to the address the man had given her. It wasn't much of a walk, only a few blocks away. Upon arriving at her destination, she was a little surprised. It was a piece of crap. It shouldn't have even been allowed to be called an apartment complex. She sighed and entered, walking up the stairs until she reached 7A. She opened the door and entered, immediately going towards the refrigerator. She popped it open, scanned it, then moved onto the freezer. In there, she found a bucket of Neapolitan icecream. She grinned and opened a random drawer, which luckily was the silverware drawer. She grabbed a spoon and popped the lid off of the bucket and dug in, right there in front of the fridge. She savored the taste, silently enjoying it as well as the guitar music playing from some other room. Kiley had assumed it was one of the neighbors. After all, she did kill the owner of the apartment, so it was impossible there could be someone else there. Right?
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