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Mended by Murder Part 3

Mended by Murder Part 3

Their leg is bloody and from the contortions of the legs, I can tell that they are female before even seeing them entirely. Moving closer, I can recognize her, Victoria Dean. She is high on the metaphorical High School totem pole. Almost every girl wanted to be her, and almost every male wanted to be inside of her, including me. Being neighbors and all, I kinda had a connection with her from childhood, but nothing ever really came of it. I mean, we did experiment with each other a couple times growing up, but we were caught. I've seen her naked, and she has seen me naked, so I had insight knowledge on her body that most men in school wanted. 

We kinda fell apart near the end of eighth grade though. She dated my best friend at the time and I was so jealous because it wasn't me. Then when they eventually broke up, I had to take my friend's side of things, so yeah, our childhood friendship was ruined because she dated and broke up with my best friend. A third-party execution really. Her body and look on the world has changed drastically in the last four years and as I slowly crawl up to her now, I wonder if she will even recognize me. Not until I touched her leg did she even know someone was coming up to her. "H-hey..." Since she is barely conscious, her speech is slowed and barely annunciated fully. "'all 911, will ya?" 

Why am I hesitating to get this done and over with? I am already touching her leg, but for some reason, I can't get myself to say the words. Have I had feelings for her this entire time, hidden deep down inside of myself hoping that she'd return to the girl I used to know? But I've fallen for my beloved now, what is stopping me?

"'re ya 'alling? I 'eed help. 'lease" Any second now, she'd go unconscious due to blood loss. She'd be perfectly fine if paramedics were to get here in a timely manner. Surely some bystander has called for them by now.

I can no longer hesitate to say the words. The longer I go without putting my neighbor at ease, the more likely I am to pass out myself and die here with everyone else. I've never believed in life after death, and even if I did I used to masturbate to Victoria since middle school and I sure as hell know that that is a terrible sin. My beloved and I wouldn't live together, even if we both were sent to hell King Minos would send us to different levels. As Victoria is seconds away from going unconscious, I place my hand on her cheek and making eye contact, "rest now, Victoria." In the second in between making eye contact and finishing the syllable for 'now', which is only one, I could see her eyes light up. She had recognized me, and I killed her. I watched as the life inside of her was stripped out, leaving her eyes a cold and empty place to be. "I'm sorry dear Victoria." 

Mended by Murder Part 4

Mended by Murder Part 4

Mended by Murder Part 2

Mended by Murder Part 2