Chapter Seven A- "What Happened to Thomas"

Disclaimer: This chapter was not written by Azazel, but rather by EE.

Thomas didn’t know how long he had watched this little girl play with her friends on the play ground. He had spent countless days just watching her, devising his plan to get her away from her friends. He had been very precise in his planning, it was fool proof, he just had to wait for the right time to put it in action, he didn’t want to do it too early, he had waited so long to do this.

He had everything that he needed: the  weapon, the secret place to do it at, the victim, and the date and time. He had to be patient one more week wouldn’t kill him. He knew the satisfaction of getting through his plan would make the wait worthwhile. One more week.

It was the day, he could feel the excitement going through his veins as he walked to the playground fence.

“Hello.” He called in a sweet voice to the little girl.

“Hello.” The girl smiled to him.

“Could you help me with something?” he asked.

“What?” she asked coming closer.

He had to keep from smiling the little girl was too eager to help someone that needed help. “I need you to help me with something in my car. Would you do that?”

She nodded slightly.

It was all too perfect as he led the little girl to the car. ______________________________________________________________________________

Stumped. Out of ideas. Those were the type of things going through Thomas’s head. He had gotten himself in unspeakable trouble; it was too horrid for him to even think himself. He was pacing in the small room. He was in trying to think of a way out of the mess that he had created, but he knew in the end there was no way out of getting punished. Heat coursed through his veins at just the thought of where he would go for killing that poor child.

He was breaking out in a cold sweat, it was killing him to wait to be caught, and he just wanted his misery over. He couldn’t stand the thought of standing in front of people and telling them what he had done, he felt guilty enough. He knew there was only one way out and he knew that his punishment in doing that would be much worse than the one he was sitting around waiting to get. He felt that he deserved the worse punishment. He took the gun that he had used to kill the innocent little girl and shot himself.

He was to burn for eternity in the pit of fire where you can hear his screams for help. He is there to this day, still screaming, living out his punishment.