Die My Bride

“…and Ben, do you take Claire as your wife?” the minister at the church asked Ben. Today, he and his fiancée Claire were getting married. Claire was happier about it than Ben. Ben had second thoughts about it this morning. He wore a black tuxedo that he rented and his hair was long and black. It was in a weird hair style that he invented by himself. He was wearing makeup (he was a drag queen). Claire looked beautiful in her white wedding dress. It was one of those strapless ones. Her hair was long and black and in a bun today. Her veil covered her face and her lips were a dark purple (from the lipstick).

How did this couple meet? Well, they met three years ago in the mall. Claire had been busy carrying all of these bags and worrying about getting home on time that she accidentally bumped into a man and the man happened to be Ben. He helped her with her bags and they left, Ben helping her to her car and putting her things away in her trunk. She thanked her and Ben thought she was attractive so he asked her out and it went on from their.

Nothing bad would be able to stop this wedding…

Ben smiled at what the minister said to him. Claire had already said, “I do.”, and now, it was his turn. Of course he was going to say “I do” but not because he wanted to marry her. It was for another reason.

“I do.” He stated.

“You may kiss the bride.”

“I do, I do, I do want to kill you. ‘Till death do us part, I’ll tears us apart.” Ben sneered. He then lifted up Claire’s veil and kissed her cold lips that he called “cold dead lips”. Claire pushed herself away from Ben. She couldn’t believe what she heard. He wanted to kill her! That’s the only reason why he wanted to marry her. Now why did he want to kill her? It was really obivous to him. He has done this before and has never got caught. He does it carefully but will he this time? So now, they’re married. She backed away from him, horror on her face. Ben laughed at how his bride’s face contorted with fear.

He was still going to kill her and he loved her. It’s his way of showing her how much he loves her.

“Come back here.” He said as Claire ran away from him. Now, he was not the man she thought he was.

Ben went after her. He took out a large butcher knife. It wouldn’t be so hard to find her. This church wasn’t so big. It was rather small. Perfect to Ben. He noticed an open door and a smile planted across his face. Claire was in there. How stupid was she to keep a door closed. Pretty stupid, Ben thought.

“Claire, oh Claire, where are you?” he called out. No answer. He was sure that she was in here. She had to be in here. He called out her name thrice and still no answer. It made Ben mad.

-I'd rather cut you than the wedding cake
Your bloody guts on my rented tux
And I do, I do, I do wanna kill you
'Til death do us part I'll tear us apart

And now I kiss your cold dead lips
And I dip my chips in the blood that drips
And I smear the cake right in your face
Let your God take you to a better place

I loved you to death, I loved you to death
Die, die, die, die my bride

And all you ever meant to me
Was absolutely nothing
And with this ring, now I the wed
Don't wanna kiss you b**** wanna bash your head

I loved you to death, I loved you to death
Die, die, die, die my bride-


“Where are you?!” he yelled. “Come on…”
Suddenly, he heard weeping and that was his advantage to finding his bride. When he finds her, he wasn’t going to kill her just like that; he was going to wait a while. He told her that he wasn’t going to kill her. He said that he was only playing around with her (he lied about that).

Two minutes later, she came out, her mascara and eyeliner smeared on her face from the crying she did. She thought that Ben really meant it. He had disposed the butcher knife. He reassured her that everything was alright. He gave her a loving hug and kissed her.

When it was time to cut the cake, all he thought about was, ‘I’d rather cut you than the wedding cake. Your bloody guts on my rented tux. I’ll smear the cake right in your face.’ He helped Claire cut the cake and on purpose, he cut her arm. Blood gushed out of the big gash on her arm. She nearly screamed.

“Aw, don’t worry, it’ll be over soon. I loved you to death.” Ben said. Claire didn’t know what he meant. It wasn’t new. Ben took the knife that he cut her with and slashed her with it (he slashed her right where her breasts were). Claire screamed. Dark red blood gushed out of the wound and it went on her wonderful, white wedding dress. The knife was covered in blood. She couldn’t believe that he would do this to her. Now, she was afraid of him.

“Stay away from me.” Claire cried. She didn’t know what to do and no one was here because they decided on having a private wedding. The minister had already left.

Ben laughed deviously and grabbed her before she could get away from him. That wasn’t going to happen again. Claire fought to get out his grip but she couldn’t.

“All you ever meant to me was absolutely nothing.” Ben stated, looking her straight in the eye. He took out two rings. He put one on his finger and the other on Claire’s finger. Now, they were really married to each other.

“With this ring I now thee wed. Die my bride.” Ben said. Claire kept on screaming and that only angered him. Ben took the knife, raised it, and stabbed Claire in the stomach with the knife seven times. He let her drop her to the ground and watched as the blood pumped out and watched her die. This was actually what he wanted to do.

“Die, die, die my bride.” Ben whispered.