I parked my car across the street. In the passenger seat, was some cheaply purchased flowers and some chocolates. I get up, grabbing my umbrella and walking across the street to a house. It was a rainy night, it was 2 am, not a lot of people were awake at this time. I could hear down the street, some of the dogs barking at me since I was an unfamiliar smell. I walked up to the stairs and to the front porch. I lowered my umbrella and ringed the doorbell. The flowers and chocolates were in my hands. The door shortly opened to a smiling Roguette. She was wearing a nice black dress, that showed off her best features.

I walked inside and she closed the door behind her. “My husband won’t be back till Monday so we have all the time in the world.” I smiled and gave her the flowers and chocolates. She leads me into the kitchen, where it seems she has wiped up a nice meal, placing candles around the room as well. I sat down and she sat across from me. We had a nice talk, but all I could think about is one thing. As the dinner finished I got up and grabbed some wine from the cupboard and poured two glasses. Normally I am a   drinker but she was a fan of wine and I dare not complain about it. She drank from the glass slowly, before putting it down on the table. I poured her another glass before sitting and drinking from my own. But instead of wine, I gave myself some water. But she had no idea of my sleight of hand. You can tell by her facial features, she was getting tipsy, as she slightly started to slur her words. She comes over and grabs me by my hand. She leads me to her bedroom and we close the door behind us.

After a passionate session of “cuddling”, I stand up and go into the small adjacent bathroom and throw some water in my face. I look through my jacket pocket and grab my silenced 1911 pistol and begin slowly walking over to the bed. She was completely out at this point, slightly snoring. I walk within inches of her, slowly stretching over to grab a pillow. I place the pillow on her head and fired two shots into the pillow, which muffles most of the sound. Her body becomes lifeless, as I remove the pillow from her face. I then grab the bedsheets, putting them on the floor, before dropping her body on top of them. I go downstairs and manage to find a cleaver, which was in the garage. I go back into the master bedroom and begin to cut her body, into pieces, starting with the head. This is to make her easier to move into my car's trunk. 

When all of her body parts, are cut off, I place them all on the sheet and carry them on my shoulder down the stairs to the living room. I place the sheet on the floor, before going to the kitchen, searching for some alcohol. I find some whiskey and begin drinking from the bottle. I put down the bottle on the kitchen counter before making my way back to the sheet, before I can leave the house, I hear a car approaching. I hide, with my silenced 1911 in my right hand. The door is opened, as Rogue appears and screams seeing the sheet with his beloved inside. He rushes over before tearing open the sheet and crying all over her dead body. I approach from behind, going in for the easy kill.

But he hears me approaching and grabs the gun throwing my hand to the side, as the bullet shoots into the wall. He punches me in the head, making me stagger back for a moment. He tries another punch before I block it, kicking him in the chest. I then dive tackle him, sending him to the ground. We struggle for a moment before I manage to fire a bullet into his left leg. He screams and lets go of me, giving me enough time to get on top of him. I put the gun to his forehead and squeeze the trigger, killing Rogue in an instant. Two for one, what a score. I do the same procedure for his body and carry them both into the trunk of my car. I close the trunk and go to the local graveyard, where I bury them. A job well done.

"Visiting Roguette" 

Sal gets home and begins to drink himself to death, using the whiskey bottle he has in his hands. He holds back the tears of the error of his ways. But it is too late. He cannot go back on his decision, it is already set in stone. He can hear all the people laughing at his misery. That is life, Sal assumes as he continues to drink his mistakes away. He gets up and walks around his home, passing back and forth from one side of the house to the other. He finds his stash of the devil's lettuce and sits down, to get the edge off. He smokes the entire thing, before laying back down on the couch. Sal turns on the radio and listens to the local news.

"This is Steve from Channel Nine News here and we have a story for you tonight. The mayor of New York, had his life flash before his eyes as a would-be assassin tried to kill him at this hotel, the following night. Thankfully the bullet did not cause him to die immediately and he is in a major comma and we all hope he can make a recovery soon. Now to Samuel with sports."

"Thanks, Steve, we have had an exciting day when it comes to sports in the Big Apple. The New York Yankees defeated the Philidelphia Athletics in a narrow, 3-2 victory when the game went into overtime. The New York Rangers sadly lost to the Detroit Falcons 3-1. That is it for sports today and on to Jeremiah with the weather!"

Why thank you, Samuel, New York is going to be cloudy with a high chance of rain for the next couple of days. make sure to bring an umbrella! This slight storm should be clearing up by Wednesday though." 

Sal trails off and falls into a deep slumber, as the radio continues in the background.