The Murder of Alexi Cape

The blood drips slowly off the marble kitchen counters and onto the soft rug underneath my bare feet, staining its white fur. The women’s cold, pale limbs hang lifeless and sprawled on the kitchen countertop, an extremely sharp knife stabbed into her chest, blood flowing thickly onto her severed and long, black, dress.

I admire Alexi’s dead frame, my eyes roaming her beautiful body, how peaceful she seems, the way her long, brown hair falls over her rounded face and her fair complexion. She is dressed in masses of jewelry and makeup, and though she had only come back home from a short evening with friends, she looks like she came back from a ball, full of royalty and the rich. If I am to be honest with you, I never thought it was her we would have to kill in the end. I assumed it would be my father, my nanny, or even my teacher. Someone with more importance to my plans… to my goals of complete world domination.

My phone rings and buzzes loudly on the kitchen counter next to me and I jump in fright. Answering the call hurriedly, a man’s energetic, low voice can be heard. “Kristen!” Says my brother. “Johnathan! Where are you? You always take your time to get here, yet you know that Dad’s coming home at ten. Besides, I’ve got the body just like I told you I would!” I yell, glancing over to my stepmothers’ body sprawled across the counter.

“Wait already?! I haven’t even gotten the truck yet! There’s no way that women’s going to fit into this old reck of a car!” “Johnathan! That is the second time this week you’ve messed up one of our murders! Please, for the love of god figure out how to get here in at least ten minutes, or else!” I hang up the phone and stomp up and down like a little kid having a tantrum in rage. I throw my phone onto the table in front of me and think back on what this could be. I pictured a perfect story of power, my brother and I, known by all as ruthless, smart, and cunning. Nonetheless, here I am picking up my brothers’ pieces. This is a disaster.

I pick up an old green sponge and my trusty cleaning spray, getting to work wiping off the stains and puddles of blood around the dead corpse. After many times of practice, cleaning up murders has become less of a hard task for me. “This kitchen is a disaster!” I think to myself, looking around to the disarray that has been left from the murder. I see smashed bottles, smears of blood, and even “I’M HERE” written in red dye on the fridge. What can I say, I’ve always loved theatrics!  

After a while of tirelessly scrubbing and washing the room clean, I come across a small, crumpled note, hidden underneath the oak wood cabinets to my left. I drop the sponge a spray and quickly open the note, eager to read what it may entail. Recognizing the curled and flowing writing of the women I killed only an hour ago, I read this:

Dear Jock,

I fear I may reach the end of my life tonight. I am scared that it is your kids who will kill me, as I have heard your them on multiple occasions planning a death, one that I can only anticipate is mine.

But do not fret my love. I have a plan. I have hidden this note to instruct you to call the police at exactly 10 o’clock. Hopefully, I will be still alive at that time, if not, I assure you than a terrible punishment will come their way in time. Therefore, my darling husband, all you must do is what I say.

Yours truly,

Alexi

I look over to the time on the large grandfather clock by the corner, realizing there is merely five minutes till the time instructed on the letter. I quickly dial my brothers’ number into my phone and hold it to my ear with a quivering, sweaty hand. I wait… and I wait. “Pick up!” I yell. At this point, I’m pacing around, shaking as if I live in the Atlantic. “It can’t end here,” I whisper. “Not like this!”

“Hello?” Asks his familiar voice. “Well then? Are you nearly here?” I ask him, and though I am trying as hard as I possibly can to be calm, a hint of annoyance falls through my tone. “You bet! Actually, I’m Just about to- “

I hear a car pull up in the driveway and I sigh in relief. “Great! I think I hear you in the drive.” I say. He starts to reply, but I hang up, I’m too eager to get this over with to sit there and talk for a couple more minutes.

I run over to the window and open and close the blinds in a sequenced and rehearsed way. I hear someone cough outside near the car, and immediately know that it must be Jonathan. Afterall; we had organized that he would cough after I open and close the white and blue blinds three times, to ensure that the human outside was him.

I swiftly stride over to Alexi picking up her light frame, throwing it into a large black duffel bag. My phone chimes multiple times, and though I see that the messages I from my brother I ignore them hastily. “I am dealing with a murder!” I tell myself. “Not babysitting my brother!”

Slinging the bag over my shoulder; I place a purple mask over my face, shaped like a smiling elephant. As I approach the door, I take a deep breath. Yes, I have done this many times in the past, but it's still nerve-racking, still just as exciting as the first time.

Cold air rushes over my face as I step outside. I see the car, the getaway car, and run forward; until I realize…

Johnathan wasn’t the one outside… It was the cops.