Lisa was relaxing in the rocket ship tree house at Ridgeway Park when I arrived.
It was October, so the weather was quite chilly, and the sun had set hours ago, leaving us alone in the deserted park.
"Hey, Lisa, get down here." I shouted.
"I'm coming," she said.
The rocket ship had a ladder leading up to the top, and a slide that would allow you to speed to the bottom, while scraping your butt in the dirt.
Lisa, being a child at heart, chose to slide her way down.
"Geronimo," she said.
After wiping the dust from her jeans, we got down to business.
There was a small path leading into the woods behind the park, where we would sometimes go and hangout during the hot summer months.
We had a hangout in the woods, complete with a fire pit and few tarps for when it rained. We decided to go there and discuss our details about our soon to be crime.
I didn't think of it as a crime, though, I thought of it as helping God weed out the evil.
"So... what are we going to do with Steven?" Lisa asked.
"I have it all planned out," I said. Even though I had no clue where to begin.
"Yeah," Lisa said, "So what is it?"
"Steven walks his dog every morning at the same time," I said. "I know this because I used to watch him, as I drank my morning coffee.
His house is roughly one block away from mine, but he passes by my house everyday like clockwork.
This is where you will come in and distract him, while I come up from behind and hit him over the head with a crowbar."
"I don't think so," Lisa said, "it's not going to work."
"Why Not?" I asked
"Because... what if you don't knock him out?"
"I will hit him hard, so I'm sure he will fall unconscious," I said.
"And what about the dog?"
"I don't know; I guess I didn't think about that."
"Should we kill the dog, too?" Lisa asked.
"No," I said, "absolutely not."
"Okay," Lisa said, "I'm a cat person, so it makes no difference to me, either way."
"No," I said, "Steven, is the one we are after, not an innocent dog."
"So, when are we going to do this?" Lisa asked.
"Tomorrow morning, so tonight, you will stay over my house. Is that ok?" I said.
"Yeah, my mom is probably out getting high somewhere anyway," Lisa said. "She doesn't even know the difference when I sneak out at night, and place a stuffed bear in my bed to take my place."
"Okay, so we are doing this then," I said, "remember, Lisa, you can back out now if this is too much for you to handle."
"Are you kidding me?" Lisa said, "I always hated that little prick, and I feel like it is my duty to help you finish him off. The only thing that worries me, is how are we going to move the body?"
"I got that figured out," I said. "I am going to take my mom's dolly down in the basement, and tie his body to that, then we push him into the woods, and over the cliff."
"What if someone sees us, Sarah?" "Old people love to get up early and watch that early news and shit."
"It doesn't matter; it has to be done. Don't worry, Lisa, if I get caught, I will never rat you out. I need to do this, or I won't be able to live with myself."
"Okay," Lisa said, "let's go home and get some rest." "We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."
That night, we gathered all the supplies, and had everything ready to go for the 6am murder of one, Steven Houseman. I couldn't understand how I felt nothing about murdering a human being.
I was raised Catholic, and taught about the commandments and shit, but I still felt no remorse.
Perhaps it will change after I shove his body over that cliff, but right now–-I feel nothing. I don't think either one of us slept a wink of sleep.
If I wasn't tossing, then Lisa was tossing, and we finally decided, just to get up and prepare ourselves for the rest of our lives, and the end of Steven's.
It was 5am, and Steven made his usually round about 6am, so we had plenty of time to talk ourselves out of killing him, but neither one of us said anything, so the plan was still on.
I grabbed a hold of the crowbar and swung it at the air, repeatedly, and each time with more force. I was ready to smash his skull in like a cantaloupe.
Lisa was ready to distract him, and she was good at lying, so I knew her words would be believable to him.
Lisa didn't want to rehearse what she was going to say, because she said, it would ruin the spontaneity. It was time to go, and I was more than ready.
I grabbed my items and ran outside, running on the side of an old abandoned house, condemned years ago. Lisa stood on the corner, smoking a Marlboro red, and looking sexy as hell.
It was 6am, and like clockwork, I observed Steven walking down the street with his dog, Jingles. He was walking nonchalantly, like he hadn't a care in the world.
Lisa approached him with her cigarette dangling from her mouth, and started talking.
I couldn't make out what was being said, but I could tell by his smile, he was digging whatever she had to say.