Rewrite of Angel Face

Angel Face

Annie slammed the front door shut and looked at the newspaper that had just been delivered. Opening it to the section she desired she absent mindlessly walked back to the kitchen table. She sat down.

A big smile crept across her pimple scarred face, the smile was then followed by an insane laugh. Her sudden outburst of laughter scared her. She jumped and suddenly stopped laughing. Paranoid she looked around.

She was alone.

Angie began to read out loud. “Dancing Star missing. Angel was last seen last week going for a jog. Right now there seem to be no witnesses coming forward. Because of the early hour.......”

Annie threw her head back and laughed again. Doing a spazzy dance she proclaimed to the walls, “I was a witness, I was a witness.”

Annie stopped laughing and suddenly became serious again. Tonight was THE party and she better start getting ready.

Annie loved Angel, no she worshiped Angel. She studied dance so she could dance like her. She had breast implants so she could have a figure like her. Why she wanted to become her. The only real problem is she just didn't look much like her. Angie looked at her reflection in the mirror over the kitchen table. She tried to push her rather long pointed nose back closer to her eyes. From many years of teenage acne, she tried to rub the pit marks from her face. The pits and scars make her face look like a well traveled dirt road. Angie's eyes were brown like Angels. One good thing. Shaking her head she looked down again at the newspaper.

She had been following Angel's career for five years now. She knew when the time was right to strike so she could take care of the last remaining difference between her and Angel.

The plan was ingenious and after the murder Angie wasted no time in removing Angel's head from her body. The body remained downstairs in the freezer. No one would bother it or even look for it in the part of the neighborhood where Angie lived.

Dogs barking, gangs always killing, why, one house or another had a stinking dead body, literally, in it. Yep, the police had enough to handle without even thinking of bothering Angie.

She now got up from the table and walked into the kitchen. Opening the freezer she took out the round bundle wrapped in saran wrap. She carefully took the saran off and looked at the hair that was now stuck to Angel's head. Ice had formed all over the eyebrows and hair making her look like an old woman.

Angie tried to brush them off, no luck. So Angie put the head in the microwave for 10 seconds to loosen any frost. Seeing that the frost was removed she put the head down in the sink to finish defrosting. It had been a long night, she needed a nap.

After a two hour nap, Angie awoke and stretched. She had had a wonderful dream in which she was Angel. Dancing and on the arm of a handsome movie star.

Angie marched to the bathroom and ran a bath of nothing but hot water. Her body turned red instantly as she sat down. It was so hot, tears were streaming down Angie's face. The water was turning her skin a nice pink, but she knew the ritual.

After feeling that she had allowed enough time sitting in the tub, she jumped out quicker than she had jumped in. She felt cleansed.

She looked over to the washing machine and pulling the clorox bottle off, she measured out a drop of two in the cap.

“Thats right, just a little to cleanse my insides, not enough to hurt me.” The cleansing ritual was finally over.

Wrapping herself in a nice fluffy white robe she felt rather virginal as she marched back into the kitchen.

Now the real ritual was about to begin.

Sitting at the kitchen table she laid her head down on the newspaper. She could just see Angel's head in the sink defrosting. The hot bath had made her sleepy so she closed her eyes.

Annie suddenly awoke to a cramping feeling in her stomach. She checked the time on her watch.

Yes, now is the time.

Taking a box cutter, she put the now defrosted head upright in the sink. Slowly she started cutting. It was as intense as performing heart surgery. Slowly from the back of the head up to the hairline.

She removed the hair.

Slowly, now. The eyelids seem to be stuck to the eyeballs. Wait, now slice here, slice there. Slowly.

Done.

Like removing the cream from the middle of an Oreo she pulled the face from the rest of the muscular skull. Slowly now, not to tear a thing.

Perfect.

Annie looked with pride at the human mask of Angel and grinned. Going back into her bedroom she eyed the wig head sitting on her dressing table. She carefully pushed back the blond flowing wig that matched Angel's hair and placed the face mask over the front part. She was so proud of her work.

Excitement could not be contained. She laughed and smiled. She had to remember not to smile tonight, she didn't want anyone to notice her rotting teeth. Not to worry, just keep her mouth closed.

Angie did a little tap dance as she marched back into her bathroom. Now was the time to ready her own face for the ritual. Finally her dreams were coming true.

Tonight would be the night she'd show the others. Her trophy would be the greatest.

(to be continued)