
Silently watching the TikTok video he’s reviewed thousands of times, he grumbles to himself and wonders if this one is even worth it. She’s dumb for sure and that’s amplified in my brain because it’s only 5:37am. In the video, she’s wearing the classic red hat. She’s all in for MAGA and yet weirdly she’s actually pretty. Elegant. Slim and not pudgy like most of the women interviewed by this creator who look like they’ve had an extremely hard life somewhere in rural West Virginia. She doesn’t look or sound like the others with their raggedy dentition; slurred, bone tired, country accents and vacant stares.
Yet somehow this one is worse. She’s had opportunity. Looks wealthy on the video with her long shiny dark hair under that damned red cap. Diamond necklaces layered on her stylish black tank top and bangles to match, she has somehow struck an unfortunate chord with her newfound TikTok fame. Her name is Bridgette Larson nee Cockeril and she is wealthy, wealthy. She hails from Rehoboth Beach and given her husband’s fat fortune coupled with her inheritance both of which has helped build a lavish lifestyle. Including a mansion built on the sandy beach in this quiet cloistered area. This type of wealth comes with full-time security. So, this one, the 68th kill will be beyond challenging.
He clicks off the video and stealthily gets into his car, hopefully unnoticed at this hour. His senses are all heightened yet controlled. Learned from so many days in the military. His Special Ops training comes in handy with every single detail. Every single assignment. And of course, every single kill is flawlessly executed. With many errands to run today, the drill begins and requires many stops before it begins.
Nearing darkness with the sun setting, it’s at this very moment, as if right on cue, she has parked her Tesla at the fancy bodega near her home. As she bops into the shop, she immediately heads to the alcohol aisle which is easily seen from his viewpoint. She browses the new wine selection of the day, he realizes she is that stupid to think that she is safe. Stupid to have espoused her beliefs on TikTok. So stupid, she actually replays her own video over and over daily. From all of his hacking and spying, he’s decided her life must be both easy and hard simultaneously based on her wine, cigarette and occasional coke habits. All are so predictable and she’s basically a caricature lacking authenticity. Of course, these exact habits that make her a supporter are the same weak points which now put her at risk. Risk she has no knowledge of at all. Risk from an unknown person instead of the random fentanyl laced line of coke she craves.
Her ignorance despite wealth makes him even more determined to ensure this kill will be spectacularly gruesome. This kill will make headlines for many months. She has so much and is so insanely clueless. So careless. And has never seemingly helped another person. No charity could he find, not even fake ones exists for Bridgette Larson. Her only evidence of helping others is to be a Trump supporter, he thinks venomously. She’s interviewed at every rally because she’s pretty, wealthy and can speak in full sentences instead of country gibberish. Even her husband has stopped attending the rallies himself, likely for damage control and at the request of the independent Board of Directors at his publicly traded corporation. Too little too late…
She’ll be gone within the hour yet won’t be found until the publicity timing is just right. A time when all eyes should be on Trump. But I can alter that by taking some of the spotlight she has so enjoyed, spreading lies and falsehoods throughout the campaign. The spotlight will be on her. Her lifeless body, bloated beyond recognition will be found displayed for all to see in Washington DC the evening of January 19th, 2025. The night before the Inauguration.
About the Creator
Vicki Herrod
Sometimes awesome, sometimes lame but always in love with success, passion and tenacity.




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