The First Victim
by Harbinger of Death
The Harbinger of Death observed his kill closely in the industrial science lab. The
unsuspecting girl hummed to herself while she picked out the ingredients she needed for
the large vat simmering on a huge burner. Actually, the thing was more like a bonfire, it
was so big. Obviously this is where they made products in massive volumes for campus use.
This personal batch of beauty soap will be perfect for my combination skin,
she said to no one in particular, and rubbed her cheek, which looked pretty rough from
Looks like you need it, babe, he thought to himself. But sadly its
not meant to be. HoD went up to the vat and tapped the girl on the shoulder. She
turned and looked at the hooded figure with horror, which was the desired response, but
something just wasnt right.
You look really familiar to me, said the Harbinger.
No, no, Im just a new Deb, she said, stammering. In fact, Im
not even worth your time. Buh-bye! She made a move for the door, but of course
wasnt fast enough. HoD casually grabbed the scruff of her neck with one strong
deathly hand, and tapped his temple with the other, deep in thought. Eeep!
gurgled the girl.
Im sure Ive seen you before. Positive of it. Where have I seen that
face...ah! Now I know! He snapped his fingers and pulled her hair. Right off her
head. Youre that weird transvestite chancellor.
It was a matter of survival, Omar said. You dont understand what
these women are capable of. Ive barely escaped with my life!
Huh, that is a problem, isnt it. Well, let me save you the trouble. With
that, Omar was tossed into the vat of bubbling soap just as the sharp mixing blades were
coming down from the mechanical arm. He screamed as the metal tore into his flesh and
ripped his body apart piece by piece, stirring him and folding him into the mixture until
he was pureed like soup in the vat.
I wonder if they should call this soap Omar of Olay, the Harbinger chuckled as
he went his way. This is wasting time, though. Ill have to start doing
multiple kills if Im to get everyone by Halloween. Ive got a schedule
keep. He whistled a merry tune as he plotted out his next assassination.
Back in the lab, the automated soap machine finished the process of pouring the liquid
into molds, cooling it and packaging it. Essence of Omar lay in neat little white bars in
neat little white paper. What a pretty sight. And no one would yet suspect a thing.
Posted on Oct 08 1999, 03:16 PM