Libby


Posted by The Black Knight Gabby on March 09, 2002 at 19:58:52:

She stood outside a house trying to see in a window. She was fairly short young woman with shoulder length jet black hair. A nervous smile graced her perfect lips as she fiddled with the lock. She was dressed in a blue skirt, pumps, and jacket; and a white silk blouse. Her name was Libby, and in spite of her attempt at breaking in she wasn't a burglar, but a reporter and a very good one at that. I had told the Black Knight not to get involved with her, her curious nature would get the better of her eventually. My name is Gabby, and I never was one for taking hints. I don't know exactly when the Knight lost confidence in my opinion, but I found out when he told me to shut up well it was either that or the fact that he rammed a ice pick up my belly at the same time. Needless to say at the time this story takes place my body stands in The Black Knight's study covered in gold along with the ice pick still stuck in my navel, but that's neither here nor there so back to Libby. Poor sweet Libby: intelligent, curious, but far too naive for her own good. Not having the sense to realize that if the Black Knight was indeed the serial killer that she suspected he was, that he would have a burglar alarm. I'm sure the blow on the back of her head came as quite a surprise, at least in the few seconds that she had to think about it. She managed a cute little "uhnhh!" as she fell with her eyelids fluttering right into the arms of my killer. When Libby awoke she found herself in the study. I imagine it was quite a shock to see all those corpses standing around the room covered in gold. I never figured out whether the Knight had a Midas complex or a Goldfinger fantasy kind of didn't care after he used me as a convenient ice pick holder. When Libby came too she wandered around the room awe struck. Her big deep brown eyes were wide and a look of shock, terror, and amazement covered her face. It took her a good two minutes and three dozen bodies before she realized that her jacket was gone. The only sound in the room was the sound of her own footsteps as she walked along. She jumped a good six inches off the floor when the distinct sound of a gun cocking was heard in the room. She spun around her heel looking for the gun, and the person holding it. With all those glass cases, and bodies around the room it presented many hiding places and Libby knew how vulnerable she was. Her lower lip quivered and tears welled in her eyes as she looked around the room. She was terrified and made no pretense at hiding it. She wandered around the room looking around the cases, spinning at ever noise trying desperately to find who else was in the room. She made it all the way to the door when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned to see the figure of a man dressed all in black. Over his head a black mask covered his features. The only color was the white coverings over his eyes which could be seen out of but not into. Fiendish little twit always wore a mask when he killed. Only one of his victims ever saw his face and I won't tell what he looks like. It's a little hard when your dead. Before Libby could react he lay his hand across her belly and slammed her into the door hard enough to knock the wind out of her. All she could do was lean there sucking air as he put the silencer tipped barrel of his gun between his thumb and fore finger just to the right of her navel.
"Please...don't!" Libby managed to wheeze.
He stood there silently and allowed her enough time to catch her breath, actually I think enjoyed watching her struggle and feeling her belly rise and fall under his hand. When she had gotten her second wind Libby looked down and shuddered.
"Not there...please I've heard so many horrible stories about people dying gutshot. Don't make me die like that, I beg you please. I'll get down on my knees and beg you, I'll do anything just don't shoot me in the belly." Libby whined.
He nodded and moved the gun back. She bit her lip and pressed the back of her head against the door when he lay the silencer just above her right eyebrow. She winced as if she were in pain, evidentally she hit the sore spot on the back of her head where he had hit her before. She had failed to notice his left hand was gone from her gut.
"Oh no!" Libby gulped as she watched him flick open a switchblade knife.
A terrible feeling crept over her as he slowly popped the buttons off her blouse. She shook her head as he opened her blouse and lay it over her shoulders.
"I'm not a blonde, and I'm not a bank teller." Libby said as he backed away.
He lowered the gun and Libby shook her head.
"Don't do this...come on I know I said that scene was good, and I'll have to admit it was a turn on, but I don't want to die like that...please!" Libby gasped.
Pfft. The gun shook as fire sprang from the barrel.
"Uuuhhnnhhh!" Libby screamed as she folded both hands on her belly just above the top her skirt.
She grimaced as she was bent double in agony. Tears ran down her cheeks as she straightened.
"Should have said I liked the stabbing. It was a lot less painful and a lot quicker." Libby grunted as she looked toward the gun barrel.
She stood there for a few seconds staring at the barrel with both hands still clutching the heavily bleeding wound in her belly.
"What are you waiting for, the next one is in the heart. Do it...please I can't stand this, my guts are on fire." Libby gasped.
Pfft.
"Aahh!" Libby groaned as she clutched her chest.
Her eyes rolled upward as she slowly sank to the floor. She lay on her side curled up in pain. She managed a low unintelligible whimper then went limp. Libby would soon join me among the gold covered statues in the Black Knight's study.