Poison
By Tickita

Sam sat complacently in the detective's office, arms crossed, a smug smile on his face. For months and months people had been attempting to censor what he had seen the night, but in his mind, Sam knew that his side of the story had to be told, and tomorrow was Independence Day for him. Tomorrow was the day he testified. No amount of eloquently written death
threats could phase his decision on what he had to do. Other witnesses in the case proved to be siding with the defendant or the prosecutor. Nobody was saying what he or she really knew. Fright from the threats each witness had received was the reason, no doubt. His arch adversary, an evil man whose character was marked souly with guile and hatred, agreed that if he testified with the evidence given, the defendant would be proved guilty. Maybe that man was the source of the threats, Sam didn't know. Sam was one of the only 2 non-biased witnesses in this case. He knew this testimony could make or
break the yearlong trial, and he could go on with his contemporary lifestyle. He could finally get back to his wife and kids.
There was another non-prejudiced witness. One provocatively dressed female clad in a short red dress and black stiletto heels testified just weeks prior to Sam. This woman, with her every virtue corrupted for the courts to see, amazed the jury with her profundity and absolute gravity towards the case. She looked the lawyers straight in the eye and told her testimony without a fidget. It was such an ironic sight; too, this scantily dressed hooker concerned with every tentative detail of the case. But after
all, who was the jury to assess who saw what? Who testified, and who didn't? They just wanted the case to be over with. She might have been the key to deciding the verdict, but sadly yesterday, a swollen, beaten body was found in the river, matching the poor girl's description. Such a shame, but in these cases, you can never tell if you'll be the next to disappear, or even
die.

Sam looked at the clock skeptically and wondered what was deterring his lawyer from arriving on time. He fidgeted with some papers and sighed. Suddenly, with the creak of the door and a click of heels, someone appeared in the room. Sam swiveled around in his chair only to come face to face with pitch black. Abruptly after his eyes adjusted, a cold, dainty hand was
placed softly around the front of his neck. A lighter was lit and Sam found him self inches away from Bambi, the depraved hooker whom everyone had previously thought was indeed, dead. "Samuel, Samuel," she purred, "are you still testifying tomorrow?

"Well I. I." Sam stuttered.

Bambi moved her hand from Sam's neck to across his mouth, running her long fingernails across his chin. Soon, her icy hand was replaced with some thick duct tape. "Ah ah ah my dear, that was NOT incentive for you to speak." she cooed.
"So, you thought I was dead. Well that's ok, I fooled a lot of people. You kinda have to do that you know, when you are the murderess in a trial like this." You shouldn't have been so nice, Sam. This just makes what I have to do so much harder, you know. If only you hadn't seen me in that apartment...

I wouldn't have to do this, my dear." Sam's eyes went wide and his breathing went heavy as Bambi ran the cold steel barrel of a gun across his cheek and paused at his temple. Slowly, she cocked the clip with a click and smiled- the flickering of the light showing her ruby red painted lips and the dark outline of thick eyeliner. She turned the lights on quickly, and walked towards Sam slowly, clicking the trigger on her cherry red fingernails. She positioned the gun at Sam's head rubbing the neck of it against his temple. "I'm so Sorry, Sam" she whimpered as the bullet pierced his temple with a "BANG". She pulled a small mirror out of her purse and applied some more   lipstick, and slowly kissed Sam's cheeks, leaving perfect imprints-her
signature. Bambi paused, looked over her small compact as she applied some  eyeliner, and raised an eyebrow. "Oh, and if per say you DO chose to testify  dear, I'd like to bring into the light that everyone already thinks I'm dead. Oh wait, so are you! My trigger finger slipped. Sorry Sam." She said with  a giggle.