It was a cold December night. She was crouched on the edge of a roof, looking through the windows of the house next door, waiting. The man would follow his nightly routine. At the end of this routine he would crawl into bed and travel off to his dreamland. At that point, he would be as good as dead. He would be alone and asleep with nobody to defend him.
She examined her set of six cheap knives, the set that took her so long to collect, the set that she valued above all. She ran her fingers along her favorite knife, the one she had bought at Dollar Tree. She grimaced when she accidentally cut her first finger. Examining it, she saw that the cut was deep but she would be fine. It had only hit fat.
Looking back through the windows she saw that the last light had turned off in the house. It was time to make her move. With a grunt she silently jumped to the ground, allowing her fat to cushion her fall. She crept up to the window that led into the living room and silently shattered it with her sheer weight. Her power was beyond measure. Nothing could stop her. She rolled her way to the room of the sleeping old man.
Once at the door, she was faced with a dilemma. Since she couldn't fit through the doorway, she could either break down the sides of the doorway and get in that way, or she could be a true rebel and just break a hole in the drywall beside the door. Being the dark assassin of the night and a rebel of social codes, she decided to break a new whole in the wall. Feeling the darkness consume her, she stopped at the foot of the bed of the sound asleep man. She had arrived at her destination.
Standing over the man that awoke when rolls of fat landed on him, she raised her favorite knife. His eyes widened and she asked him if he was ready to die. Shaking and feebly trying to escape his situation, the man shook his violently. It was too late. The power was coursing through her. She plunged the knife downward towards the chest of the old man.
Little did she know that the old man had left his wallet in his front shirt pocket. The knife struck the wallet and the man was saved. She was astonished. She thought that with her power she would be able to kill the man in a single blow.
Her past started to fly before her eyes. She saw herself being cornered in a shower when she was 6. She saw herself being powerless and unable to do anything. She saw herself as a fat chubby little child with no future. She remembered the hopelessness and the despair that used to consume her. It was starting to consume her again, her whole soul.
She had to get out of there, she couldn't deal with all of the emotions. She had to abandon the kill. Dropping the knife that she had saved up for for so long, she quickly rolled out of the room. She had to escape the despair. Wildly crashing through the house, she heard the man screaming at the 911 operators on the phone. When she was finally out onto the driveway of a house that was a distance away, she slowed.
She was still depressed and hopeless from the earlier revelation. She had failed at killing that man. She had failed in everything all through her life. Despondently bowing her head as much as her triple chin would allow her to, she started rolling down the road towards the dump where she and her daughter lived.
Out of nowhere, a speeding police car came racing down the street towards her. She looked up just before vehicle came crashing into her. She passed out.
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She woke up feeling strange. She couldn't feel any of her fingers. She rarely could ever feel them with them being so fat, but this was different. Waking up more, she realized that she could not feel her toes either. But not being able to feel her toes was normal too. All of her phalanges consisted of almost nothing but fat. The thing that really struck her was that she could not move anything.
Hearing the voice of a nurse, she opened up her eyes. She saw nothing. She could not see anything. Panicking she tried to get up from the position she was in but was unable to do anything.
The voice of the nurse came back sounding somewhat smug and explained to her what had happened. According to the nurse, she had been in a coma for over a week. The two police officers in the patrol car that hit her where killed on impact. The old man that she had attempted to kill had identified her as his attempted murderer. She was being charged with two cases of manslaughter and one case of attempted murder. Once she healed as much as she was going to, she was going to be sent to a maximum security prison.
As for the injuries that she sustained from being hit by the car, the fat on most of her body was enough to protect her, but there was not enough fat on her face or neck. She was paralyzed from the neck down and had lost her sight when the EMT responders tragically poured what they thought thought was water on her face to clean off the blood and grease. What they really poured on her was gasoline. The gasoline had damaged her eyes beyond repair by the time they had realized that it was indeed gasoline.
As the days passed, she found herself dreading the day they would take her to the pen. Dammit! She wouldn't let it end like this! She would go out in a blaze of glory. Not locked up in some cell.
She waited for the nurse on shift to leave and bit her tongue. Lard seeped from the wound and spread out in her mouth and down her tongue. She gurgled once and swallowed.
It tasted like bacon. She began to choke and convulse and tried to keep quiet as she kept her maw clamped shut.
Her nosed burned and her eyes watered.
There was a long beeping noise and then nothing.
The nurse came running in, eyeing the scene. There was grease spilling from TK's mouth and staining the pillow and sheets.
"Fucking lardass", she muttered.