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Part 3 time. This isn't the last installment, but I haven't started it yet. That should take a while. But, I do know it'll be called redemption.
Ralph is thinking in his car. Thinking about betrayal. Thinking about reason. Thinking about the forgiveness only he can give. Thinking about the hell Jody will goto when she dies, and the hell he'll put her through should she decide to decline. Comparing the two, the hell she'll goto when she's dead must seem like heaven compared to what Ralph will do to her. But, what is that exactly?
The car has always been a hub of self reflection for Ralph to start the day off right. What better place to reflect than a small compartment with five mirrors staring right at him. Ralph can't help but notice how devilishly handsome he is. These thoughts are quickly banished, we must concentrate.
Ralph has always referred to his brain as a single entity. In fact, he regands all his body parts as individuals. This way, not only must he keep himself safe, but all his passengers. After all, who is he to be reckless and endanger his poor, helpless little limbs. In this way, he has his own little army working for him. In this way, he is never lonely.
First in Ralphs mind is the punishment itself. Ralph has always been privy to the most direct approach to a problem, blunt force. We must do something that will end her, but by no means quickly. Ralph is a grown man with no criminal record, getting a gun should be cake. Why, he can shoot every one of her apendages once. No no, too loud. Too messy. An extremely painful vile of poison! No no, Ralph is no chemist. Perhaps he's taking too direct an approach.
A hit man? Too expensive, not enough punishment. Rape? Overdone, added incentive to convict. The courts must think Ralph has no rhyme or reason to take his bloody vengeance. Ralph is beginning to get angry at his own brain's lack of ability. And then it hits him like a slippery fish. The sun can't shine, if it doesn't burn.
Those glorious rays, the beauty that led Ralph like a sheep to the slaughter. If it wasn't for that, there wouldn't be a problem in the first place. Ralph is willing to bet it's gotten her in trouble many more times. How she must want to get rid of this burdon of sinful lust. Ralph would like to save her the trouble.
To suffer properly, she must live. Keeping this in mind, he thinks of his method with the goal to press toward now known. Ralph was raised to worship the Christian God, so, what would Satan do? Well, hell uses fire, so it must be the worst punishment over all things. Ralph can use fire too. A blow torch, to be exact. Yes, the plan is coming togeather nicely now. He'll make quick work of it he will. That is, after all, the only way to go. Avoid confrontation. We'll see this beacon attrack ships without a light. No more flys in this web.
Now that the inevitable is settled, what to ask. Everybody deserves their chance for forgiveness, that's the way of the lord it is. Nothing fancy, a simple yes or no. Hell, Ralph might even get a hot girlfriend outta this. Ralph visualises his beautiful children as he snaps back into reality, veering around a bum crossing the street. Work at last.
Jody just finishes her morning routine and skips out the door, whiping away her tears, as Ralph arrives on time. It's not like Jody cares. She's just a stupid, angst filled emo whore. No Jody, God doesn't love you. Nobody loves you. Only an insane loser like Ralph could give a damn for a useless slut like you. Kill yourself while you're still ahead. Not even Ralph would cry. If he gets his way, suicide would seem like a sweet option.
Jody arrives, she doesn't live for. On the way in, here's Ralph. She wonders what he could want, with this devilish smile on his face like he's so high and mighty. A long stare down ensues, and out of nowhere Ralph grabs her and viscously makes out with her face. It is as if the elixr of life is in her lips, and Ralph wants it bad. She trys to push away, no dice. She only struggles for a moment, and the moment is past. This is a different kind of passion. A passion she hasn't felt in a very long time.
She kisses back, and Ralph seems shocked. He backs away in disbelief. Ralph only wanted a taste. In reality, he had his heart set on her demise. His state of mind could best be compared to The Grinch's as his heart grew. The difference is, he's not enjoying it. He wants to twist that bitch's face into that of a horrid creature's. Jody longs for the love of an insane man, can you blame her? Now it's Jody that won't let go, as Ralph gently trys to move away. The anger sudsides, and the truth has emerged. Ralph is confused, but not too much to realize that the bitch must die.
Ralph sees what he should've known all along, he was never going to forgive her. This has nothing to do with logic or reason. Ralph simply thirsts for the torment of those more beautiful than himself. Ralph shrivles away, and runs from the arms of his astrayed lover. He ducks out the door, and rides away. As he leaves her arms, only two things can be immediately noticed about Jody. Sorrow, beautiful sorrow can be seen running down her cheek, and from her lips she releases a cold, strained "Please."
Ralph is thinking in his car. Thinking about betrayal. Thinking about reason. Thinking about the forgiveness only he can give. Thinking about the hell Jody will goto when she dies, and the hell he'll put her through should she decide to decline. Comparing the two, the hell she'll goto when she's dead must seem like heaven compared to what Ralph will do to her. But, what is that exactly?
The car has always been a hub of self reflection for Ralph to start the day off right. What better place to reflect than a small compartment with five mirrors staring right at him. Ralph can't help but notice how devilishly handsome he is. These thoughts are quickly banished, we must concentrate.
Ralph has always referred to his brain as a single entity. In fact, he regands all his body parts as individuals. This way, not only must he keep himself safe, but all his passengers. After all, who is he to be reckless and endanger his poor, helpless little limbs. In this way, he has his own little army working for him. In this way, he is never lonely.
First in Ralphs mind is the punishment itself. Ralph has always been privy to the most direct approach to a problem, blunt force. We must do something that will end her, but by no means quickly. Ralph is a grown man with no criminal record, getting a gun should be cake. Why, he can shoot every one of her apendages once. No no, too loud. Too messy. An extremely painful vile of poison! No no, Ralph is no chemist. Perhaps he's taking too direct an approach.
A hit man? Too expensive, not enough punishment. Rape? Overdone, added incentive to convict. The courts must think Ralph has no rhyme or reason to take his bloody vengeance. Ralph is beginning to get angry at his own brain's lack of ability. And then it hits him like a slippery fish. The sun can't shine, if it doesn't burn.
Those glorious rays, the beauty that led Ralph like a sheep to the slaughter. If it wasn't for that, there wouldn't be a problem in the first place. Ralph is willing to bet it's gotten her in trouble many more times. How she must want to get rid of this burdon of sinful lust. Ralph would like to save her the trouble.
To suffer properly, she must live. Keeping this in mind, he thinks of his method with the goal to press toward now known. Ralph was raised to worship the Christian God, so, what would Satan do? Well, hell uses fire, so it must be the worst punishment over all things. Ralph can use fire too. A blow torch, to be exact. Yes, the plan is coming togeather nicely now. He'll make quick work of it he will. That is, after all, the only way to go. Avoid confrontation. We'll see this beacon attrack ships without a light. No more flys in this web.
Now that the inevitable is settled, what to ask. Everybody deserves their chance for forgiveness, that's the way of the lord it is. Nothing fancy, a simple yes or no. Hell, Ralph might even get a hot girlfriend outta this. Ralph visualises his beautiful children as he snaps back into reality, veering around a bum crossing the street. Work at last.
Jody just finishes her morning routine and skips out the door, whiping away her tears, as Ralph arrives on time. It's not like Jody cares. She's just a stupid, angst filled emo whore. No Jody, God doesn't love you. Nobody loves you. Only an insane loser like Ralph could give a damn for a useless slut like you. Kill yourself while you're still ahead. Not even Ralph would cry. If he gets his way, suicide would seem like a sweet option.
Jody arrives, she doesn't live for. On the way in, here's Ralph. She wonders what he could want, with this devilish smile on his face like he's so high and mighty. A long stare down ensues, and out of nowhere Ralph grabs her and viscously makes out with her face. It is as if the elixr of life is in her lips, and Ralph wants it bad. She trys to push away, no dice. She only struggles for a moment, and the moment is past. This is a different kind of passion. A passion she hasn't felt in a very long time.
She kisses back, and Ralph seems shocked. He backs away in disbelief. Ralph only wanted a taste. In reality, he had his heart set on her demise. His state of mind could best be compared to The Grinch's as his heart grew. The difference is, he's not enjoying it. He wants to twist that bitch's face into that of a horrid creature's. Jody longs for the love of an insane man, can you blame her? Now it's Jody that won't let go, as Ralph gently trys to move away. The anger sudsides, and the truth has emerged. Ralph is confused, but not too much to realize that the bitch must die.
Ralph sees what he should've known all along, he was never going to forgive her. This has nothing to do with logic or reason. Ralph simply thirsts for the torment of those more beautiful than himself. Ralph shrivles away, and runs from the arms of his astrayed lover. He ducks out the door, and rides away. As he leaves her arms, only two things can be immediately noticed about Jody. Sorrow, beautiful sorrow can be seen running down her cheek, and from her lips she releases a cold, strained "Please."