Third NaNo 2011 Entry: Minty Fresh Death
Day 3: Minty Fresh Death
Summary: It's amazing, how easy it is to kill someone. Just a dash of poison in the mouthwash and their heart stops beating.
I've been planning this for a while. It's not like I became a research assistant just to get the poison, of course. I'm taking it as a sign, the fact that everything fell into place so easily. Fate or God or whatever's up there obviously agrees that Mike deserves to die. I'm doing the world a favor by getting rid of him.
Mike and I have been sleeping together for about a year now. We aren't exactly committed or exclusive or anything, just convenient, really. He knew I was sleeping with other people; he was too. For all I know, we were sleeping with the same people. I don't really care. But there's this one girl, Natalie, she's pretty cool. I've probably been favoring her more than the average player frequents one chick, but hey, she was fun.
She was, anyway, until Mike messed it up. We'd gotten into this stupid argument, I don't even remember what it was about, but I might've implied that Natalie was more of a man than he was. It didn't mean anything really, just that he was being a pussy. I didn't think it would set him off. After all, he knows I'm bi, he knows I've been sleeping around, he even met Natalie once and if he had enough beer in him, he'd probably even agree with me. But for some reason, he decided that Natalie was slighting his pride and he, very publicly, outed her.
Her parents disowned her. They were rich bastards, too. Normally, I wouldn't give a shit, but like I said, I liked Natalie. And seriously, what right did Mike have to do that? He barely even knew her!
So yeah, I'm plotting revenge. Maybe it seems like a lot, killing him over Natalie's lost inheritance, but you know, he's a bastard and he said that I'd even inherit Mike's apartment, that there was no one else for it to go to. Free place and a bit of revenge on a jerk? I think it's worth it.
As a research assistant, I have full access to the chemistry lab. In other words, I have access to poisons I'd never even heard of before. I took my time, deciding which one to use. Different poisons have to be applied differently, after all, and it took a lot of thinking. He suggested cyanide at one point, idly, as if he had no idea what I was planning. He was so casual, leaving me the information that said I could get the poison from the lab without anyone noticing, that I could put it in his mouthwash and the police would find no trace of it, that he would die instantly.
He lied. The police say that the dosage wasn't quite the lethal amount, that Mike lingered, convulsing and vomiting for four hours before he died. And the poison wasn't untraceable. I only put a carefully measured 4 mg/kg of potassium cyanide salt into his fluoride. According to him, that amount would dissolve and be absorbed into Mike's mouth and no one would ever know.
But forensics found traces of the poison in his teeth or his saliva or something, and the lab reported missing cyanide, five grams more than I used. He set me up, must have known that the police would believe I was the only one with motive, means, and opportunity.
The police have me in handcuffs and I'm crying and screaming and trying to tell them that it wasn't my idea, that he was the one to blame for this, but the words knot themselves in my throat and I can't get them out.
They're going to imprison me, but my crime isn't murder, it's being stupid enough to get manipulated by him. I'm going to prison and it's all his fault.
Summary: It's amazing, how easy it is to kill someone. Just a dash of poison in the mouthwash and their heart stops beating.
I've been planning this for a while. It's not like I became a research assistant just to get the poison, of course. I'm taking it as a sign, the fact that everything fell into place so easily. Fate or God or whatever's up there obviously agrees that Mike deserves to die. I'm doing the world a favor by getting rid of him.
Mike and I have been sleeping together for about a year now. We aren't exactly committed or exclusive or anything, just convenient, really. He knew I was sleeping with other people; he was too. For all I know, we were sleeping with the same people. I don't really care. But there's this one girl, Natalie, she's pretty cool. I've probably been favoring her more than the average player frequents one chick, but hey, she was fun.
She was, anyway, until Mike messed it up. We'd gotten into this stupid argument, I don't even remember what it was about, but I might've implied that Natalie was more of a man than he was. It didn't mean anything really, just that he was being a pussy. I didn't think it would set him off. After all, he knows I'm bi, he knows I've been sleeping around, he even met Natalie once and if he had enough beer in him, he'd probably even agree with me. But for some reason, he decided that Natalie was slighting his pride and he, very publicly, outed her.
Her parents disowned her. They were rich bastards, too. Normally, I wouldn't give a shit, but like I said, I liked Natalie. And seriously, what right did Mike have to do that? He barely even knew her!
So yeah, I'm plotting revenge. Maybe it seems like a lot, killing him over Natalie's lost inheritance, but you know, he's a bastard and he said that I'd even inherit Mike's apartment, that there was no one else for it to go to. Free place and a bit of revenge on a jerk? I think it's worth it.
As a research assistant, I have full access to the chemistry lab. In other words, I have access to poisons I'd never even heard of before. I took my time, deciding which one to use. Different poisons have to be applied differently, after all, and it took a lot of thinking. He suggested cyanide at one point, idly, as if he had no idea what I was planning. He was so casual, leaving me the information that said I could get the poison from the lab without anyone noticing, that I could put it in his mouthwash and the police would find no trace of it, that he would die instantly.
He lied. The police say that the dosage wasn't quite the lethal amount, that Mike lingered, convulsing and vomiting for four hours before he died. And the poison wasn't untraceable. I only put a carefully measured 4 mg/kg of potassium cyanide salt into his fluoride. According to him, that amount would dissolve and be absorbed into Mike's mouth and no one would ever know.
But forensics found traces of the poison in his teeth or his saliva or something, and the lab reported missing cyanide, five grams more than I used. He set me up, must have known that the police would believe I was the only one with motive, means, and opportunity.
The police have me in handcuffs and I'm crying and screaming and trying to tell them that it wasn't my idea, that he was the one to blame for this, but the words knot themselves in my throat and I can't get them out.
They're going to imprison me, but my crime isn't murder, it's being stupid enough to get manipulated by him. I'm going to prison and it's all his fault.