Mark McKensey hadn't shown up for his senoir prom. His beautiful, yet
somewhat empty minded date sat on the bench bawling. Tears mixed with
mascara streaked down her plae, powdered cheeks. Red rimmed eyes looked
up at me. I sat down beside her and took her hand. Her response surprised
me. She rested her head on my shoulder and sniffled.
	Sarah martin was considered the prettiest girl in our senoir class. When
I asked her out earlier this year she responded with."why would I go out with
some that has eyes as ugly as yours." That was set me off. My eyes were a
odd shade, a mix of gray and green and I was very self concious about them,
and Sarah knew that. But at this moment she calmly rested against me. I
looked at her and suggested we get some fresh air.
	Outside the May wind blew against our face. I smiled and took her
hand, leading her to my old Chevrolet. She seemed abit schocked, yet she
went along with it. I flipped on the radio and relaxed, humming along to the
song as I put the car in drive.
	"Where are we going?"
	"To the Motel 6. I rented a room for tonight and some of my friends
will be there after the prom's over."
	She jsut sat in the seat, still moping about Marc not showing up. I
smirked at the thoguht of him now. Yet she knew nothing of my paln of
revenge from the insult she tossed at me.
	When he arrived I led her by hand to the hotel room. There I made her
sit with her eyes closed whule I procured from under the bed, a bottle of red
wine. I poured both of us glasses and we sat there, I slowly sipped mine,
making sure I didn't become intoxicated while Sarah drank several glasses.
By the time she had downed glass number three she wasn't at her normal
mental capacity, which wasn't terribly high without alcohol.
	I picked her up and she giggeled with delight. I took her into the
bathroom and laid her down in the tub. She lay in the dry bathtub. Her hair
still up, prom dress with a white satin top and flowing gown in the in the dry
tub. I told her to stay there and to close her eyes. I pulled from underneath the
bed two more little treasures, the greatest still remaining. I took those in and
slowly poured the contents of the huge five gallon bucket on her.
	Her eyes popped open in suprise. It took her a moment before she
realized what was happening and tried to scream, but by then I had put the
packing tape over her mouth and was busy taping her wrists and ankles
together.
	She lay there in her ruined prom dress. The gown of the dress was
covered by the crimson blood. blood, so suficatingly thick. The blood made
Sarah writh in terror and fear of what would happen to her.
	Once she was thouroughly taped down I went and brought back  the
last prize from under the queen sized bed with the worn yellow bedspread
carelessly thrown on it by the novice room cleaner.
	When Sarah say her last surprise she wiggled and tried to scream. I
gently laid on top of her the body of her beloved Marc. Empty eyesockets
stared from where I had gouged the sensed of sight out. Slits on his wrists
where I had bled him to the point of his demise were the only imperfections
on his pale white skin. I watched her terror mount and heard her moan. I went
out and locked the bathroom door. Then I jauntely walked out of the room
with its self locking doors. On the cold metal door handle I hung the DO
NOT DISTURB sign. 
Revenge at last.