He pulls the hammer back, blood drips from its face, and he brings it down, onto his head. Blood sprays from the impact point, and he attempts, poorly, to shield is face. Then once more, he pulls back, and again drives it into his head.
“Fix that one, handy man.”
“DEREK! M-My GOD! What’ve you DONE?”
He turns around, shocked, “F-Fi-Fiona, I thought you’d gone?”
“I-I-I, I forgot my phone and came back to get it.”
“It’s not what it looks like, I can explain everything!” He says as he scrambles to his feet, dropping the hammer in the process, and rushes towards Fiona.
“I don’t want to know, just stay away from me!” She says, holding her hands out in front of her, thrusting her palms towards him, in an attempt to keep him away, he grabs hold of her wrists and grips them tightly, pulling her close.
“It’s too late for that, you need to listen to what I’ve got to say, I need you to, I can’t let you walk out, not after seeing this,” he says, foamy saliva spitting from his mouth, his eyes, moving wildly around in their sockets. “You have to listen to me, otherwise, I’m gonna be forced to do something to you, that I won’t be proud of, not, that I’m proud of this,”he says, looking over his shoulder at the mangled body.
“P-Please D-D-D-D, Derek, don’t do this, I promise I won’t tell anyone, I swear!” She says, tears streaming down her face.
“I can’t take that chance, I have to know I can trust you, if not, well, I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know? What the fuck are you trying to say?”
“Really? Am I gonna have to spell it out for you? I’m gonna kill you, is that what you wanted to hear?”
“WHY! DEREK WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!” She yells, trying to pulls herself free of his grip, he squeeze tightly and pulls her to the ground, driving a knee into her throat.
“He was making me look bad, fixing everything, laughing about it, making jokes with everyone, it was like he did it on purpose. So, I decided I was gonna confront him, that was all, it was never meant to go the way it did, I just wanted him to stop,” he says wiping the tears from his face. “He laughed at me, told me to grow up, take it like a man, and, then, he said, if I couldn’t fix my wife, he was happy to help with that too. That’s when I lost it, I grabbed the hammer and hit him, at first he sort of just shrugged it off, called me a cunt, and then, I hit him again, and I kept hitting him, until he stopped moving, until, until, he was dead.”
“I-I-I, I believe you, Derek, I really do,” she says softly. “Can you let me up now?”
“I’m sorry Fiona,” he says, looking down at her, biting into his bottom lip. “But, I’ve got no choice,” he says, as he pulls back the hammer and drives it downwards.
You can read the original 50 Word Story HERE.