2. Malc's Body

Rob pulled out the knife with a quick loud “shlup” and watched his best friend since second grade fall down to the ground like a sack of potatoes. He looked down at the bloodied weapon and could not believe it.

He did not plan to kill Malc. He did not want to kill Malc. He wanted more than anything in the world to rewind the last ten seconds, but tough luck. Now it was fifteen seconds and then twenty seconds since he killed Malc. With every second that passed it all became more and more real.

Rob could imagine his courtroom defense, how he loved Malc like a brother. How he was never a violent person who couldn’t even, literally, hurt a fly. How he was never in a fight. How he was a good kid with good grades who has always been polite and respectful to his parents and helped around the house whenever he could. It was all true and all sounded like complete and utter bull.

He was twenty one and he was going to be tried for murder. At best he is going to get second or third degree murder, whatever those things were. It was not an accident; that was for sure. He grabbed the knife and plunged it in. Why the fuck did he do it?

Rob supposed he had lots of pent up anger towards his friend built up over the years, partly because Rob was such a nice agreeable guy - some might say a pushover. There was a life lesson somewhere there to be learnt; only it was too late for it to be beneficial. Regardless, Malc should have not gone after Wendy. The way he announced it to Rob was as if he was rubbing it in.

Did he deserve to die for that? Of course not. But Malc was dead and there was nothing Rob could do to change it no matter how much he wanted to.

But did he really? Forty seconds from the murder, then fifty seconds. The wheels inside Rob’s head were spinning extra fast. Did he really regret killing Malc? What he assumed was guilt turned out to be just shock, which was now fading away and leaving behind a pleasant buzz. No guilt, no sadness. Rob was fascinated by the way he felt, but not disturbed. He expected to be disgusted with himself, but he wasn’t.

Now was not the time to ponder such things. He had a body to dispose of.

Fortunately he was in his parents’ home all alone and his car was in the garage. Once he discreetly moved the body into the car then what? Where can he dump the body? Should he chop it up first? What should he tell the police? What is his alibi?

“I’m sorry officer, Malc was supposed to come over to hang out, but he never showed up.”

Rob shrugged. He will figure it out later. Now he really needed to take a shit.