First i need a subject. They need to be rather unsuspecting, so either a stranger or a close personal friend. Given the circumstances, anybody outside is probably thinking about the possibility of getting mugged, so lets choose a personal friend. This is perfect. Since they are a close personal friend, I know where they live, their number, their habits, and can anticipate their actions. Also, say i'm seen, their first reaction is not to call the policew or be fearful; on the contrary, they shall be open and inviting, wondering what is wrong(how little they know...)
Now that a person category has been established, it is now time to prioritize. It would be a good idea to choose somebody not living withing my normal circle of friends, so it must be somebody living out of reynoldsburg, and somebody who, while we are close, i am not seen in their normal area on a regular basis.
Now that locale is chosen, i onle need to pick the most convenient and least diffucult to remove. Their persona should be somewhat insecure about themselves, probably someone on an extreme: introvert or extrovert. Also, there shuld be somebody with reason to kill the target. (i have no motive save the joy of death) Maybe a jealous significant other, enemy, a used best friend etc.
The murder shuld be done at their home, where they feel most secure. And since they are a god friend, I could even be invited over, and since i have no problems with the target, motive could not be established.
Night time would be best. Its more dramatic, plus the cover of night. The weather should be rainy to help cover tracks.
Now the method. I'd prefer something face to face. Tie them down spread eagle upside down and hang them from the wall. All i would need is some two by fours rope and screws. After i tellthem its nothing personal, i break their shins. Hearing them scream, I'll pull out a scalpel anda pair of strong spreaders. Cutting the muscle and skin on their chest, i'll unfold their torso like a book, exposing the ribcage. Using the spreaders, I'll crack open and sread their ribcage open, exposing their heart. I'llthen grab their hand in mine, and use it to rip their own heart out of their chest, drinking from it like a chalice in front of them, their last life's spark fading behind eyes soaked with blood. Then i'd pour cooking oil over them, and leave a trinket that one of my friends so often leave behind at the apartment. Then on the way home I'll mail the heart to coney island.
The next morning, i'll get up, get ready for work, and continue with life.
And now a story.
It chanced upon a summer's day,
Within a deep wood far away,
There wandered forth a little child
Midst flowers and birds and breezes wild.
Now running here, now resting there,
As bright, as light, as free as air,
The happy little Hyacinth strayed,
From flower to flower, by sun and shade.
A wind called Zephyr saw him pass
With skipping feet across the grass,
And ran before and clung behind,
And strove his tripping feet to bind.
Because the Zephyr loved him so,
He would not let that fair child go,
But kept beseeching, "Stay, and be
A little playfellow to me!"
Still Hyacinth had naught to say,
Nor would he with the Zephyr stay,
But skipped aside and left the wind
Another playfellow to find.
And next the sun up in the air
Caught sight of Hyacinth's shining hair,
As Hyacinth ran the tall trees under,
And King Apollo paused in wonder.
"Stop! Hyacinth," cried King Apollo,
"You run too quick for me to follow;
One little minute wait for me,
And I your playfellow will be."
Because Apollo from the blue
Had fallen in love with Hyacinth too,
So down he came with smiling face
And stayed upon a mossy place.
There sun and child in merry play
Sported full many an hour away,
"Who can throw farthest, you or I?
This ring I'll cast, then you shall try."
But Zephyr, creeping round about,
Spied their pleasant pastime out,
Which made him angry feel and sore,
And he grew angrier more and more,
Until a cruel purpose grew,
And he determined what to do;
His wicked will at once consenting
Unto the crime of his inventing.
For as the King, in act to fling,
Raised high in air the iron ring,
Zephyr ran and took his stand
Just underneath Apollo's hand.
Thence blew the ring back swift and straight,
Steady and strong with all its weight,
So that it struck on Hyacinth's head,
And lo! the pretty child fell dead!
Then all about the leafy wood
There streamed out Hyacinth's purple blood,
Which wrote in letters sad and plain,
"Woe! Woe! for Hyacinth is slain!"
Back to the sky Apollo flew,
And far away the Zephyr blew;
But on the ground where Hyacinth died
Sweet flowers grew and multiplied.
Hyacinths that, with happy faces,
Still beautify earth's lonely places,
Loved by the sun and breezes wild,
In memory of the winsome child.
Sweet dreams.
