Author: slave to the voices PM
Chelsea's been getting some unwelcome poems from a mystery poet. Will she figure out the writer before it's too late? **The Poet is complete unless you want the alternate ending ** Sorry about the formatting in chapter6. I hope you enjoyed!Rated: Fiction T - English - Mystery/Suspense - Chapters: 7 - Words: 3,425 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 06-29-11 - Published: 06-23-11 - id: 2926325
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"Oh God! Please, Melanie, please don't hurt him!" Chelsea shouted.
Melanie pressed the knife harder against Charlie's throat. "Awww, that's so sweet. I think you're in love. Tell you what, someone is gonna die, I'll let you pick."
Chelsea didn't want to die, but she didn't want Charlie to have to die in her place. Her head pounded. Tears spilled from her eyes as she sobbed quietly. Seconds ticked away.
"It's okay, Chelsea," Charlie said. "Just tell her to kill me."
"I can't do it. I can't say it."
Chelsea violently shook her head. "No! I won't!"
"TELL HER!" Charlie yelled.
"OKAY!" Chelsea yelled back. "Kill him."
"You got it," Melanie said. Just as she was about to pull the knife across his neck, Charlie grabbed her wrist, spun around, and twisted her arm behind her back. He was face to face with Melanie.
"Sorry I'm late," Charlie said. "Kyle took a little longer than I thought he would. What are you gonna do now?"
For the first time, Chelsea noticed the blood on Charlie's shirt.
"I'm gonna carve up your little girlfriend."
Chelsea watched in shock as Charlie grabbed a handful of Melanie's hair. He yanked her head back, leaned over, and kissed her passionately. Melanie moaned and wrapped her arms around him.
"She's all yours."
"Charlie?" Chelsea looked at him, confused.
Charlie smiled at her. "Melanie's my wife. You see, we made a couple bets about you. I won the sex bet. The second bet was whether or not you would pick me to die."
"I won that one," Melanie chimed in.
"You're both sick," Chelsea cried.
Charlie laughed. "You don't know the half of it, but you will very soon."
As Melanie approached the bed, she recited a poem.
Roses are red
I'm so glad we met
Now I can kill you
'Cause I won the bet
While I was writing chapter 4, I came up with the ending you just read. Around the middle of chapter 6, I thought of an alternate ending. I will be writing it just to see how it turns out. If you would like to read the alternate ending, please let me know and I will post it.
As always, I hope you enjoyed The Poet as much as I enjoyed writing it.