Red Sunflowers

Jordan glared at the field of sunflowers below. His tanned skin looked grimy with Ellie's blood tainting the golden bronze that characterized his robust build. Jordan shifted his blaring blue eyes to the spot where Ellie now lay dead, and cackled sharply to himself, "Stupid maggot of a woman, did she think she could escape me?". His laughter echoed throughout the field and the crows exploded into the sky from the field, making their exagerant cries known to the world. With one final smirk, Jordan turned around and walked down the oak stairs.

As he made his way down the stairs, he whistled "Hold On" by Good Charlotte mockingly. The smirk on his lean face didn't fade, as he made his way out the door. His light brown hair rippled down in waves to the base of his neck, and lifted up gently in the breeze. Jordan casted a shadow over Ellie's body and sadistically whispered, "You always looked better in the dark." Whistling again, he grabbed her golden blonde hair and dragged her to the barn.

Jordan swung open the doors to the barn and carried her inside to the wood chipper. Stuffing her body half into the vent for the chipper, he walked over to the bag and attached it to the other end. Whistling "Mr.Sandman" now, he turned on the wood chipper and shoved her carcass the rest of the way in. He chuckled, "Gotta grow the crops with some kind of fertilizer."

The air was full of the thick pugnent scent of hay and blood, the mixture that Jordan enjoyed more than anything. Jordan pulled off his white tank top and used it to wipe the blood off of his six pack and his firm arms. Looking around the barn, he could see the wash tub and the tractor, but felt like someone else was there. Smiling he called, "Angie, you can't hide forever." Whistling again, he threw his shirt into the wash tub, and walked to the other side of the tractor, "Got ya!", he cried. Jordan shook his head after seeing nothing is there, but he could hear the sobbing coming from inside. "Angela, we're locked in here. Don't worry baby, I won't hurt you. You were the only one that understood me, you loved me didn't you?" his voice sounded so wounded, so weak. Jordan smiled, she would fall for it.

Angela held the scythe blade close to her heart, she couldn't keep herself from sobbing. She bit down harder onto her almond shaped lips. The tears kept flowing from her bloodshot hazel eyes. Angela's black hair clung to her sweaty, thinning face. She could hear Jordan's footsteps getting closer. When he turned his face around, she would stab him, she would be free.

Jordan figured out she was on the other side of the wash tub, he didn't like to be messy, but she wasn't making it easy. Getting aggravated, he cooed, "Baby, I'm sorry, I was so confused. Ellie, I just, I saw her with that other man, and I lost it. I lost it baby. I know you and her never got along much, anyway. From now on it will be just you, you'll be my only wife baby. Just you and I."

Angela shook her head, she wanted to believe him so badly. She loved Jordan, didn't she? She knew he had a bad temper, but he had never hurt her, only Ellie. Without thinking, Angela stood. When she did, she screamed, as Jordan brought to her temple, a baseball bat. Her fragile frame hit the floor. The scythe barely making a thump on the hay covered ground. Jordan laughed gleefully to himself, "Stupid bitch."

Jordan dragged her over to the tractor's front and grabbed tow ropes off of the shelf, tying her tightly to the front. Jordan began to strip her of her clothes, whistling 'Let Me Go' quietly. Once she was completely stripped and her pale bruised body slumped against the tractor, Jordan stood back to admire his wife, "Physically, I make such good damn choices, too bad they are always whores."

He strode over to one of the cabinents on the wall and pulled out a vial of smelling salts, picking the strongest he had. Smiling he sauntered back to her and pet her on the head while forcing her to inhale. Angela, gasped sharply awake. The thudding pain in her head blurred her vision horribly. "Jordan..why?" she mumbled.

He laughed mockingly, "Why? Why not! I know you've been running around, hussie. Spending all of my earnings on your frivolous needs. Since you can't pay back fast enough in money, pay back in blood." Jordan pulled a hunting knife out of his levi jeans, and grinned hungrily. "How about a leg first? Or maybe an arm," Jordan speculated. Angela whimpered more and cried to herself in shame. "Naw, I think I will do you the same as Ellie. You'll make fine fertilizer, baby. Always remember, I love you."

Angela began to scream and kick. Her shrieks echoed in the barn but nothing outside could hear her. Jordan grabbed the bat and hit her in the face one more time, hearing the satisfying crack of her neck, "Noisy bitch."

Jordan grabbed her by the legs and drug her over to the wood chipper and placed her legs in first. "Such a beauty," He says kissing her mouth one last time before turning the machine on and forcing her in, getting hit in the face with a splat of her blood. He grins and wipes the blood off his face with his right hand, bringing the fingers to his mouth for a taste. Jordan fell to his knees laughing hysterically, till he fell asleep.

Jordan awakes the next morning and pulls the bag over to the crop spraying plane. After mixing seed and oats into the bloody concoction, he hooks the bag onto the plane, and climbs into the pilot's seat, laughing. He starts up the plane and rides around over his crops spraying the bloody brew onto the sunflowers, giving them a red tint. When he lands the plane, he flips the key laughing even more maniacally than before. Jordan hears footsteps behind him and turns quickly. Standing there is his daughter, Jude, holding a 12 gauge.

"You killed Mommy and Ellie." Jude says shaking. She pulled the trigger and shoots him in the head. "Now I've killed you," she whispers softly as his body slumps to the ground sideways, hitting hard with a thump.