Jane's Breakdown

For several seconds there was silence.

Then the leader spoke. “That was one entertaining killing” he declared approvingly.

“It was so enjoyable watching that bitch get it” Momma agreed.

The other men added comments of approval, and several slapped the Doctor on the back. He had never felt so secure and accepted within the gang.

“You need to get cleaned up Doc” the leader told him. He realised that his clothes and arms were soaked in Jane’s blood.

“You guys start digging a grave right here” the leader instructed some of the others “make sure to keep the bloody dirt separate we need to bury that with her.

The doctor went to his bike to collect new clothes. He the then walked down to the river where he had bathed Jane earlier. He took off his clothes and lay them in the water held down by rocks so that the flowing water began washing the blood clean. He soaped and rubbed some of the worst stains until he felt the clothes were clean enough. He then bathed himself.

The whole time he had a sense of almost surreal satisfaction. In his mind’s eye he could readily recall Jane’s agonised face and her screams. The memory would be replayed many times, he was sure. The praise he had received was the warmest he could remember from the gang since he had joined. Kicked out of med school after three years for stealing drugs he had drifted further into trouble. Then one day in a bar an acquaintance told him he needed a doctor that would ask no questions. That day he dug a bullet out of the leader, dressed the wound and nurtured him back to health. The leader invited him to join, and the others though not enthusiastic had not objected. He had never really felt he fitted in until today. His ability to torture Jane based on his knowledge had worked for him.

He dried himself and dressed and went back to join the group.

By the time he got there the grave was already complete.

The group gathered around the hole in the ground. Bear and Shorty grabbed Jane’s body and unceremoniously tossed it in. The stake followed as did Jane’s ruined clothes her phone and other belongings. “Throw the bloodied dirt in first” the leader instructed and Bear grabbed a shovel and started filling the hole back in.

After the first few shovels of soil covered Jane’s chest and began to obscure her face Momma began laughing. “Bye honey” she called out in a sing-song voice “sure was nice knowing you”.

Once the grave was fully filled in the group brushed the dirt and scattered some rocks around so that it would be impossible to tell what lay beneath the surface.

The gang then broke camp and drove a little further up the fire road. They paused at a bend that was around 20 feet above a deep lake. Momma got out of the BMW that had sealed Jane’s fate. With the windows all wound open the car was pushed over the edge where after a few minutes it sank into the deep lake waters, leaving no trace.