022 - blue swan
"You're a fucking asshole, you know that?" Marcy pouted. They both stood at the edge of the bridge, listening to the river flow below. The air was cold, and Pete remained silent. He was watching the little steamed puffs of breath coming out of her mouth with each exhale. He turned his head back out towards the nothingness before replying.
"I'm not an asshole. I made a mistake. We all make mistakes." His response was sincere, but not sincere enough. It fueled Marcy's anger even more, and the rage that had already been bubbling out for some time now completely boiled over. "You fucking killed him! Killed him, he was just some goddamn wasted junkie and you put a knife in his chest, and you expect me to help you clean up now."
"Yeah, well, he deserved it." Pete replied, without skipping a beat. "I shouldn't have done it, you're right. But he deserved it." Marcy glanced back towards the car parked on the dark and foggy bridge. The trunk was popped, and there was the body, in plain sight. She could see into its eyes. A few hours ago, it had a name. Its name was Jordan. Looking into those eyes, she remembered what he had done, who Jordan had been, and she knew Pete was right. He did deserve it.
She broke her stare away from the corpse. She tried to rekindle some of her previous anger, but most of it was already gone. "Yeah, well, you're still an asshole. Now what are we going to do with the body?" She already knew Pete's plan, though. The river had worked once before, and it would work again. She didn't wait for him to reply, this time. "Alright, let's just get it over with."
They grabbed the object previously known as Jordan at either ends, Marcy at the head and Pete with the feet. It was a simple procedure, one that required no words. With an unspoken heave-ho, the corpse flew out off the edge of the bridge, only to make an all too familiar plopping sound as it was accepted by the dark river passing underneath. Marcy didn't bother to look down, there was nothing to see now. It was dark, and getting colder. Pete was already heading back to the car. Marcy turned and followed.