"I can't do this. It'll be murder. He looks so innocent." With tears in her eyes, Marzena tried to justify herself, her voice trembling.
"But it's the right thing to do, please..." Agata pressed a large carpenter's hammer into her hand.
"You do it, I can't." Her whole body was shaking. Her hand refused to close around the handle.
"You know I faint at the sight of blood." Agata was already completely pale. She'd once cut her finger on the sharp edge of a piece of paper and fainted immediately. When her friends saw her lying unconscious on the floor, they thought she'd died from excessive bleeding. After all, her finger was covered in blood.
Marzena looked reluctantly at the table. On it lay a rather large carp, freshly pulled from the bathtub, still dripping with water, rhythmically slapping its tail against the tabletop, opening its fishy mouth in a silent, silent cry. He looked terrifying. His eyes darted from girl to girl as if he understood everything, and the slow movements of his jaw seemed to form words that foretold cruel revenge. Revenge from beyond the grave.
"I'm not an executioner. I can't. I'll dream about him at night.
" "Marzena, please." Agata placed a friendly hand on her friend's shoulder. "Be brave..."
The girl picked up the hammer. She gripped it with both hands and raised it above her ominously tilted head. Her hand trembled invisibly but palpably. She took a deep breath and blinked. In other circumstances, it would have looked utterly coquettish. However, the grimace of awakened hatred on the girl's face suggested quite the opposite.
"Okay, I bet if you were in my shoes, you would do it without hesitation, you wouldn't even blink that eye of yours, you would just hit me hard." Marzena, her voice trembling, began to scream at the poor fish. "You're a cold-hearted bastard and you probably don't feel a thing. Besides, you're definitely evil and deserve punishment, right? You certainly have a lot on your conscience; maybe you even raped some poor fish once, huh?
" "Yes, he's a nasty scoundrel!" Agata echoed eagerly. "A male chauvinist pig! Get him!
" "No, I can't." Marzena, sobbing, dropped the hammer to the ground. Her whole body was trembling.
"Okay, let's do this together, okay?" Agata grabbed the hammer with one hand. "On three, we hit him in the head with all our might, okay? One, two...
" "Wait! He's not moving..." Marzena prodded the motionless carp with her finger. "He must have choked.
" "So that's it. What now?
" "We can't eat a fish like that," Marzena said in surprise, wiping her tears. "If it died, it's like eating carrion. We might get sick.
" "You're right. We have to buy another one." Agata took her jacket off the hanger. "I'll go to the store."
After returning from shopping, Agata tossed the new, healthy fish into the bathtub. Marzena watched her anxiously.
"So what now?" she asked after a moment.
"We have to kill her." Agata took off her jacket and unfastened her snow-covered boots.
"But how? We can't do it with a hammer. It's too much mental strain.
" "Maybe with electricity?" I thought about it the entire way back.
"What?" Marzena stared blankly ahead.
"You know, we'll take two wires, stick them into a power outlet on one side and into the water on the other. That should do it.
" "Okay." She snapped out of her stupor and looked at Agata, smiling warmly. She really liked the plan; it had a touch of simplicity and genius at the same time; it was the kind of plan that made Agata seem like a phenomenon (the simplest ones are the hardest to come up with, after all). At least in Marzena's eyes. Agata brought two insulated wires. She put them into the water and left the bathroom. Marzena was already waiting for her at the power outlet in the hallway.
"Just be careful..." she said anxiously. The other ends were stuck in the contact. There was a spark, a grinding sound, something exploded. Darkness.
"It must have blown the plugs, I'll go check," Agata whispered, as if afraid of something.
"Don't leave me..." Marzena replied, even more quietly. A shiver ran down her spine, and she instinctively turned around. But she saw no one. Nothing. She was even more afraid. A moment later, the light flashed on. They both went to the bathroom. The smoky room reeked of charred meat. There was splashed water everywhere.
"We have to buy another one."
After a few hours, Agata returned home. With a slaughtered, gutted fish. At the point of sale, for a small fee, this was done on the spot. As usual, every year, anyway. They spent the rest of the preparations, as well as the entire holiday, together. They didn't return to their family homes because they had no reason to. Even though everyone from the year had gone to their own towns, they stayed in the shared apartment and didn't regret it. They didn't regret it, because it was one of the happiest holidays for these young students, madly in love with each other.
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