murder twist

It was 10 in the hours of darkness, and late for Jenna Robertson, who was walking home from her high-paying office job in New York City. 31st Street was always dark, but the sparse lighting was dimmed even more by a power outage. Jenna was young, and uncommonly beautiful, with long, curly brown hair and sea blue eyes. She had, in fact, won the 2008 Miss America Pageant. She always walked home this way, but tonight fate was about to catch up with her.
"Jenna!" A sickly sweet feminine voice came

It was 10 in the hours of darkness, and late for Jenna Robertson, who was walking home from her high-paying office job in New York City. 31st Street was always dark, but the sparse lighting was dimmed even more by a power outage. Jenna was young, and uncommonly beautiful, with long, curly brown hair and sea blue eyes. She had, in fact, won the 2008 Miss America Pageant. She always walked home this way, but tonight fate was about to catch up with her.

"Jenna!" A sickly sweet feminine voice came from the shadows. "It's been a long time!" A high pitched, raucous laughter filled the night air. "I've missed you, beautiful."

Jenna jumped at the intruder's voice. Unconsciously, her hands began to shake, realizing she had left her cell phone at the office. "Oh! You don't remember me, do you? Well, no reason that you should. Not with your high and mighty looks and rich parents!”

Jenna continued blinking at her, not understanding a single word that woman had said.

"You still think I don't know, do you? Oh, I know. I know that nothing well ever happens to anybody without those knockout looks of yours! Or maybe with all that money your parents 'loaned' the judges! You have no idea how hard I worked to get to that pageant, just to be swatted down like a fly, like some low life vermin! Still don't remember me? Sweet heart, it's Betty Brook. You know, the Betty, you said would never get anywhere in life 'cause her daddy didn't have the big bucks? That Betty, whom you never thought could do anything."

Betty Brook stepped out of the shadows. She too was beautiful, but in a different, more ghostlike way. Her short-cropped red hair was hidden under a hood, and her ivory skin concealed by a dark mask, so that only her ears showed. There was no doubt in Jenna's mind that it was Betty. Good old Betty.

"No I can't do anything at all. But with this blade," She pulled out a small object that even in the faint light, glinted metallic, "As this blade is going to do what I wanted to do ever since I met you. And there's no one to hear you scream."

And scream was exactly what Jenna didshe screamed her lungs out, but to no avail. Even as she raced away, she felt cold, cruel metal tearing at her back. As she fell, all she could hear was her own desperate screaming, slowly giving way to moans and the sound of metal on flesh as the blade hit her again.

She felt herself growing cold, and the pain becoming less real, like a nightmare. Her body was going into spasms of pain, and she knew she was almost gone. Betty whispered in her ear, "And you know what the strangest thing is? I didn't do any of this! It was all that boyfriend of yours, oh I forgot, ex-boyfriend to be exact, who you had a tiff with yesterday."

As she took her latex glove covered hands off the knife, fingerprints of Jenna's boyfriend remained on the handle. This was her favorite part of the whole scheme, and the part she had worked the hardest on.

It had been hard to get James’ fingerprints, but she had eventually managed.

Now not only had she tortured the living Jenna, but she would torture her spirit by making Jenna's boyfriend pay the heavy price for her murder. The murderess dashed away, scot-free into the darkness. At that moment, Betty bore a remarkable resemblance to a dark sewer rat.

The End

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