20 Weeks – Chapter 4 (Part 1)

20 Weeks – Chapter 4 (Part 1)
 
 
 
“Man, you are so lucky Uncle Gary's serves food.”
 
“Pardon?” Bijuu asked, while mindlessly wiping a spray of blood from her cheek.
 
She was seated on the floor next to the body, which was kinda crumbled forward so that she couldn’t see its eyes, which she was infinitely grateful for.
 
“Frozen food…” her ghost said, as if trying to lead Bijuu to the obvious answer, that was staring her right in the face.
 
“Still not with you,” Bijuu said, grabbing a bottle of soda off of the back shelf and cracking it open.
 
“God, you are so fucking stupid,” the ghost said, before taking a sort-of-seat next to her on the floor.
 
“You drag his body into that big-ass walk-in freezer, and then when he’s all solid like, you hack him into bits.”
 
Of course, the twenty-something ghost, with the dead eyes, said this all with that tone of, “duh…” that only the truly petulant can achieve.
 
Bijuu though, just took a big swig of her soda, and then nodded for a second, as if she were deep in thought.
 
Then, looking over to her ghost, that was sitting cross-legged a few inches above the disgusting tile floor, she said, “just how long do you reckon it takes a body to freeze?  I mean… we open again at eleven.”
 
However, Nyx, the self-named murdered punker from decades gone-by, just skipped over Bijuu’s rather astute question, and continued on with her plotting.
 
“Of course, then the body would be much tougher to cut.  I mean… I don’t even think a regular knife would do it.  You’d need, like, a chainsaw, or something.”
 
Again, Bijuu just nodded.  Then she kicked at the body with her foot, and then took another swig of her soda.
 
“Do you have a chainsaw?”
 
Bijuu shook her head, and then took another swig.
 
And then, she took out her phone and began punching its buttons.
 
“Hey, dumbass!” her nosey ghost suddenly hollered.  But Bijuu didn’t bother to look up.
 
“You’re searching how to dispose of a body, aren't you?”
 
Suddenly, the ghost was directly over Bijuu's head, spying down on the pregnant girl's phone while she was sprawled behind the bar, next to a dead body.
 
“God, you are so fucking stupid.”
 
Bijuu stared at her list of contacts for a moment longer... and then clicked off her phone.

“That’s it,” the sixteen-year-old suddenly proclaimed.
 
“I’m done.  Done needing people.”
 
“Atta girl!” the ghost replied.
 
“Now… where do you think Uncle Gary keeps his chainsaw?”
 
 
 
 
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ISBN   978-1-7332979-8-1
 
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