Today we introduce #2 in a 3 series second set of Project-X villains: Suzie Bane. This is her story:
In the beginning the idealistic childhood that Suzie enjoyed was the epitome of the American Dream. Raised by her mother and father in rural Nebraska she was an only child. At the age of ten her father died and her mother began a deep decent into depression and despair culminating in excessive drinking and a never ending parade of men.
By the time she was 14 her mother had settled down with a new man who became her stepfather. He began to pay Suzie extra and unwanted attention when they were alone until one day she decided to poison his eggs with rat poison. The poison didn’t work so she upped the dose and tried again. Watching him twitch uncontrollably as he gasped for air made Suzie feel no remorse only redemption. Revenge was sweet. When his bulged eyes finally glazed over Suzie grabbed her mother’s old electric carving knife and relieved the wretched corpse of its right hand, wrapped it and put in the freezer for her mother to find. She hid the body and walked out the door. That was the beginning of her true purpose in life.
As she hitchhiked across the country in search of meaning she met many men just like her stepfather, all of whom deserved to die and she happily obliged. Perfecting her poison recipes as she went along. Each new hand a reminder that the world had one less abusive jerk on its surface. She was doing divine work she told herself. She did eventually marry a hapless truck driver who happened to provide a base of operations for a while and they even had a child. It was at this point in time that her husband began to become increasingly violent towards her and he too began to drink.
One night as he was returning home from some god forsaken bar Suzie had called him assuming he was working late and had asked him to pick up their son from a play date at a friend’s house. The crash made it onto the local news. Her son didn’t survive but her husband did.
Suzie descended into a hellish distorted reality and his death was the only thing that consumed her mind. This time rat poison wasn’t enough for her deadbeat murderous husband. That was too quick she wanted to watch him suffer so she experimented with new concoctions using items she found around her home, bleach, mothballs, iodine to name a few. Each recipe becoming more lethal but having a longer gestation period.
The day her husband got out of the hospital she poisoned his dinner and watched him die. First his eyes bulged then he started splitting blood, gurgling and his skin turned a demented shade of bluish grey. His twitching made her laugh as it continued for just under an hour. This particular recipe also caused his tongue to swell so he made no noise at all. The fear in his eyes slowly turned red as the blood vessels began to burst and then went opaque. Just to be sure she got his old gun out of the closet and shot him. Before she left she grabbed a knife from the cupboard and proceeded to cut off his right hand, wrapped it and threw it in the downstairs freezer. She took one last look at her ever growing collection and sighed, she would have to leave them all behind and start again.
Suzie ran and ended up in the big city looking for anonymity and vowed that she or no other woman would have to be subjected to the abusive men of the world. One by one she stalked her prey from a local diner where she masqueraded as a waitress. Some fell for her alluring green eyes; some just wanted her for a night, some just needed to die. It was so easy. Waiting, watching, choosing her next victim, and slowly and methodically adding to her collection.
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