Muse Magic

Abby pulled her van behind a blue Ford on the shoulder of the highway. A woman was on her cell phone, kicking the back tire.

Abby climbed out of the van. “You need help?” walking toward her.

“I have a flat tire,” she said, as Abby reached her. “And for some reason I can’t get a signal.” She shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t know, maybe my battery is dead.”

“Come on,” spinning around. Waving her arm to follow, Abby said, “You can use mine.”

Abby opened the passenger door. As she turned to face the woman, her brother, Joe, was injecting a syringe into her neck. The woman slumped into Abby’s arms. Joe opened the van’s sliding door, and they lifted the unconscious girl in.

Lying her on a sheet of plastic that was spread across the floor. Abby wrapped duct tape around her wrists and ankles. Biting off a shorter piece, Abby put it over her mouth.

“Drive,” looking at Joe, in the driver’s seat.

Abby turned the overhead light on in the garage, opened the back doors on the van and stepped in. She knelt beside the woman.

“Tina,” Abby called. “Hay,” lightly slapping her cheek. “Tina!” she yelled.

Tina opened her eyes.

“Hi Tina,” in a soothing voice

Tina’s eyes got wide, and she tried to thrash around.

Looking directly down at her face, “Surprised I know your name? I know who you are–Tina Kris. Think you’re so special,” her voice rising.

Abby straited, sat Indian style and lit a cigarette. “From the look on your face, you don’t remember me.” She reached for the ashtray beside the driver’s seat, “We went to high school together. I set three desks behind you in home room.”

Finishing her cigarette, Abby just sat staring at Tina. She got all the breaks just because Tina was the popular one. Nobody gave Abby a second look.

Abby pulled a knife down from an overhead hiding spot. Tina squirmed trying to free her hands. Pinning her down, Abby straddled her.

“But you have to play by the rules,” in an eerie voice. “Cheaters must pay,” plunging the knife into her chest.

A sadistic smile came over Abby’s face.