"Jane Benton took an axe,
gave her doctor forty whacks.
When she saw what she had done,
Jane gave him one more just for fun".
"Hello Doctor Largos. Do you know the story of Lizzie Borden"? Jane asked in her normal voice, as she stood deathly still staring down at him on the floor tangled up in the chair and carpet.
"Jane, oh God, I am so relieved to see you".
Dr. Largos breathed a sigh of relief as he tried to pick himself up off the floor. He slipped, fell flat on his backside again, before finally grabbing the side of the couch to raise himself up. He placed the chair upright and sat down heavily. Then his radar sounded an alarm. How was Jane standing in front of him?
"Ah Doctor, I see you are finally getting some clarity". She smiled bitterly, her face twisting into a sneer.
"Jane, where is Stephen"? Jane laughed loudly, ominously, and then stopped as suddenly as she had started.
"Come on doctor, use your head. If I am Jane, then where do you think that Stephen would be. How would I know, Jane is unaware of Steven's existence, remember"!
"What are you saying, Jane"?
"Doc, there never was a Stephen, or poor little Jenny, it has always been just Jane. Do you think that I could do well in Hollywood doc, do you think that I am a good actress"? Jane struck a pose with the axe across her shoulder.
Doctor Largos wondered where the police were, why were they taking so long. He started to rise from the chair, Jane took a step closer, brought the axe down to the floor and leaned on it slightly.
"Sit down Jake. Don't move again. By the way, Sasha, she is my best friend, she told the cops that it was a false alarm and that all is well at Doc Largos' office. So it is just you and me, and you are going to listen to my story before I kill you". Jane sat on the coffee table in front of the chair, facing the doctor and way too close for comfort.
Doctor Largos panicked, tried to flee. Jane effortlessly lifted the axe above her head and planted it in his left shoulder blade. He screamed in agony as the blood flowed down his chest and arm. Jake fell to the floor in pain. Jane jumped down onto the floor, laid down beside him, completely disregarding the blood and spilled roses from the broken vase which had accompanied his fall. The blood was painting her face and hair a lovely crimson red against her eerily pale skin. Tears of pain and anguish dripped from the doctor's eyes, mingling with the redness spattering across his face.
"Why"? He sputtered, grimacing in pain.
"Because you killed my mother and ruined my life".
"I don't understand, I never killed anybody. Who is your mother and what do I have to do with it".
"Twenty-five years ago, you and your rich friends met some college grads at a party. Analise Benton fell madly in love with you, you dated for six months, you said you loved her, you know the story. Rich boy meets broke college grad, they had fun, girl gets knocked up, you kick her out, call her horrific names, no way the brat could be yours, that sort of thing".
Jake Largos had no memory of anyone named Analise. There had been so many flings, and they all morphed into the same drunken fog of fun and frivolity which defined those carefree years.
"You don't even remember her, do you". Jane lifted the axe and, disregarding the frantic 'no' which painfully escaped the doctor's lips, brought it down on his right leg. You could hear the bones crack loudly. The doctor moaned and laid flat on the floor.
"She hardly had any money, Analise went to her parents for a while, they made her life miserable, they were miserable people. She worked for a while, then she met and married the awful James who abused her and her child. He constantly reminded her of her fatherless child. Why didn't she leave you may ask. There are many women who could answer that question. I admit that my mother was weak, she was not a brave person. Then on top of it all she became ill. I was a child, and I suffered at the hands of that tyrant, you have no idea what we endured, before he shot my mother.
They let him out of jail, did you know that. But if they ever visit Glenwood Forest, the ravens may have left his bare bones exposed deep in the dark twisted woods, or maybe not".
The doctor groaned again.
"If you even had the decency to have remembered Analise, I would consider saving your life. But you never even gave a thought to the child you fathered. And to add salt to the wound, you said in one of your sessions that you never wanted children, you were not equipped to be a father. Do you remember that, have all the fun and leave the women to bear the responsibility. You are wealthy, your family is filthy rich. But really, you live more in poverty than any needy person ever will because you have no heart".
"Please Jane, don't do this. Just go, I won't say anything, I promise".
"Liar"! Jane shouted through gritted teeth. She raised the axe.
"No". Was the last word Jake ever uttered.
The coroner counted forty-one whacks. Jane was true to her word.
The doctor's car was missing, so was Jane. Inside Dr. Gregson's office, the bloody footsteps led to his lifeless body with a long and fancy letter opener planted in his heart. He was always trying to hit on her, the old gigolo. Jane had simply stepped over his body, bathed in his fancy bath, dressed in one of his expensive array of female clothing (he had great taste) reserved for his dalliances and walked out the door. She got the cash that she had stolen from the bar from her car, and just started driving. Halfway along the way, she ditched the doctor's car, stole a beat up old buggy, then ditched that and bought a decent enough car to continue her journey to nowhere in particular. She would know where when she got there. ~~~~
The strange thing that Jake Largos remembered before he died, was that visit to the fortune teller a month ago. She had looked at him strangely and asked him if he knew the story of Macbeth. He had laughed.
The witches told Macbeth that he would die when the forest came to Dunsinane. He scoffed, because the forest could not walk.
It is prophesied that Macbeth will be defeated when Birnam Wood comes to Dunsinane. In order to make this prophecy come true, Malcolm and his army march towards Dunsinane with boughs from Birnam Wood tied to their backs, making it appear as if the forest is coming towards the castle. This eventually leads to Macbeth’s downfall and death.
So was Jake told that a child of his own blood would be his downfall. He had dismissed this as the seer only wanting his money. He had never been, nor will ever be a father.
Death had come to Jake's Dunsinane.
And what of our Jane. Would she ever be caught, are her days of mayhem and death ended. Or will she again assume her delusion, real or imagined of her dissociative state of being? Only time will tell.!
Here is Part 1