Monster
By thesubsur
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Chapter 1
Her skull gave in to the tremendous pressure of the aluminum bat I
pummeled her with. It felt much like the last blow given to a pi?ata.
Instead of candy pouring out, there was blood. Blood and gore poured
out, covering the fall ground with a coat of horror. I smile at my
handiwork and admire the skill with which I work.
It is not an easy thing to get away with murder these days. The
continuing development of forensics and the ever-changing technological
advances make it quite difficult for a man like me to do what I love.
If I am not careful I could end up in prison or, and dare I say it, put
to death.
The girl who fed my appetite tonight was a pretty young thing.
Seventeen maybe eighteen at the absolute oldest. She had golden blond
hair, real blond not dyed. Upon seeing her hair I could not wait to see
it turn bloody red. The worst part about killing a brunette is the lack
of color change in her hair. Seeing the effects of murder is always a
pleasure for me.
Tonight I had not planned on murdering anyone. I only wanted to go to
bed early as my daily activities had taken a toll on my body. I decided
to venture out at a quarter past eleven to get an ice cream cone, as
soon the parlor would be closing for the night and for the entire
winter. My hunger for one last cone before the bleak winter was soon
diverted to a need for murder.
My latest victim, as they will no doubt describe her, was out jogging
when I spotted her. I did not see her as a victim, nor do I see any of
them as victims. When a pig is slaughtered so little Johnny can have
lunch, is the pig a victim? For lunch I do not want a ham sandwich. I
want death. Death is natural and it stalks us all. No victims, no
innocence, we are all guilty of dying. I followed her throughout the
neighborhood. Up and down the suburban streets we both went. Each house
was lit up by the glow of a television set. There was little doubt most
of them were tuned into Monday Night Football, a tradition in any house
a male resides. Of course the violence is what draws the viewers week
after week. Watch it once and you crave more, watch it twice and you
are hooked. Murder once and crave you more, murder twice and you are
hooked.
Deciding on the perfect spot to maul a person with a bat is a tricky
thing. Parks are the best spots at night or as any good horror story
will tell you, a dark alley. On this occasion I chose a small park I
knew the girl would pass by. I hid in the shadows and just as she
passed, I drove the barrel of the bat squarely into her skull. The
first smash was to her right cheekbone, it collapsed. Her body fell
limp to the ground as I drug her back into the darkness. After no more
then ten blows her head looked like a severely dented soda can. Her
blood had only gotten on the bat and partially on the leather gloves I
had on. My clothes were clean and no evidence to link me to the crime
was left. I did however drop the bat as a painful reminder to
Springhaven that I was still lurking, waiting for months now since my
last murder to again feel the intense pleasure of ending a person's
life.
Chapter 2
"Michael get up it's 7:15. Your ride will be here in ten
minutes."
My mom had a piercing, especially in the morning. She is much more
reliable than an alarm clock. It was the first day of school for me.
The freshman had gone on Monday as a asort of orientation day. Tuesday
was the unofficial first day for St. John's students. The night before
I had gone out to a party at my friend Paul's house. His parents were
straight from Woodstock and allowed us to drink there as long as there
was a designated driver. Unfortunately last night was my turn. On my
way home I managed to get a flat tire and now I had to rely on a ride
to school from John, who was probably my best friend.
"Michael, are you ready?!"
"Yeah Ma, be down in a minute."
As I put on my school shoes I heard John beeping outside. With one
sneaker still untied I went running out the door.
"Tryin to start a new fashion trend man?" John said, poking fun at my
sneaker being untied.
"Nah man woke up late."
"Late? We went home last night at like 11:00. I hate when you drive
out. Your parents have to let up on that curfew. You're gonna be
eighteen soon. Eighteen makes you a man. You gotta make your parents
treat you like a man, and not like a little boy."
"It was a school night dude gimme a break." I responded.
"So where did your tire go flat?" John asked.
"Get this, I was two blocks from my house. Over on Pinecrest then the
thing just blows out. I must have run over somethin cause the tire
isn't even that old. Of course my dad blamed the entire thing on me.
Said if I wasn't driving so fast the tire would have been fine."
I could tell John was no longer paying attention to me. We had just
pulled into school and he was surveying the freshman girls getting off
the buses.
"There is somethin about these uniforms that makes the girls look even
hotter. I think it is how they look all innocent, but you just know
under that uniform there is a dirty little girl waiting to come out.
And when she comes out I'll be there waitin for her." John said all of
this with a sadistic smirk on his face.
I just nodded in accordance with him. It was best to agree with John.
If you didn't he would continue talking until you agreed he was right.
Since I had five minutes to get to my first period, I did not have time
to argue with him today. We pulled into a parking spot about ten miles
from the front doors of the school. I had to run but I managed to make
it to my first period with seconds to spare.
My first period was Intro to Statistics with Mr. Murphy. This was
certainly not going to be a fun filled class, as I hated math and Mr.
Murphy had a reputation as being a jerk. There were only two seats
unfilled when I walked in, both of which were in the front. I sat down
in the one closest to the door as he began to take roll.
"Donna Abrams."
"Here."
"Charles Bonderson."
"Here Mr. Murphy."
"Emily Edder."
"Present."
"Amanda Harrelson."
"......."
"Amanda Harrelson?"
"......."
"Is Amanda Harrelson here?"
"......."
It was extremely rare for someone to be absent on the first day of
school. It usually meant they were transferring to a new school or they
were late for class and had not shown up yet.
"Ok I guess Miss Harrelson already has come down with a case of
Senioritus." Mr. Murphy stared around the room awaiting a laugh, but
all he got was odd looks and stares.
After Statistics I had Pyschology. I was glad to have this class
because my girlfriend Pam was also in it. When I entered the room
everyone was talking to each other in an excited fashion. Within a
minute I was brought up to speed about the latest high school gossip
circulating around St. John's.
"Okay. I just heard from Judy Clark, who's friends with Paula Green,
who lives next door to Mandy Harrelson that she is missing." Pam
blurted out.
"Yeah I know she is absent."
"No, I mean really missing. She never came home last night. The cops
are searching all over town for her. They think she might have been
kidnapped."
"Well if she was kidnapped her parents would be able to pay the ransom.
They are more loaded then your's."
"This isn't about a ransom Mike. It's about her being raped or murdered
even."
"Look, she probably just got really drunk and passed out
somewhere."
"No, Mike! She only went out last night to go jogging. She is all into
track and I heard she never drinks."
"Attention students....."
The voice over the intercom was our principal's, Father Mahoney. He
had a deep voice and spoke with much emotion.
"As many of you have heard, Amanda Harrelson a senior here at St.
John's, was reported missing last evening by her parents. About twenty
minutes ago I received a phone call from the Springhaven Police
Department. They informed me that Amanda was found dead this morning.
The details are sketchy right now and I would not want to speculate.
What I do know however is that the Harrelson family needs our prayers
and support. So please join me in prayer as we ask God to guide the
police in their search for answers to this tragic event and also that
the Harrelson family can remain strong in this time of great loss.
Consequently the remainder of classes today will be cancelled following
second period. Thank you for your time and continued cooperation as we
try to do all we can for the Harrelson's."
There was an eerie silence following Father Mahoney's comments. No one
talked. They couldn't talk. Everyone was too busy thinking. About
Amanda and her family, but also about themselves. About their very own
safety and how something like this could happen in Springhaven.
Chapter 3
Details about Amanda's death spread quickly around Springhaven. It was
a small town and this was expected. The rumors varied greatly.
Depending upon whom you talked to Amanda was raped, stabbed, shot,
beaten, or all of the above. It was typical of Springhaven and its
citizens. This is a small town where things like murder never happen.
You were more likely to be struck by lightning then involved in a
homicide.
When I arrived home from school I found a note on the refrigerator
from my dad. It told me to go to the mechanic and get the flat tire
fixed. He left money on the table for me to pay for the repair. The
mechanic my family went to was your typical crooked grease monkey. You
take your car in to get a flat fixed and next week your transmission
goes. Seeing how this was my car and not my parents' I kept a very
close eye on the man as he worked on the tire. It took a good fifteen
minutes for him to fix the tire and I was on my way home. He told me I
had run over a nail, which gave me the flat.
Back home I saw the answering machine flashing. I pressed the listen
button and heard one message from my mom and three from Pam. My mom was
explaining all of the rumors she heard at work. Pam was frenetic on the
phone. She spoke in rambling sentences that were barely coherent at
times. From what I could gather though the police believe Amanda was
the third victim of the same murderer. Last spring a couple was stabbed
to death and later their car, with them in it, was found at the bottom
of the Springhaven Reservoir.
The news shocked me. Before hearing it I was not worried. Now however
the startling realization that a serial killer was in Springhaven
rattled me. The tone of Pam's voice told me she was very afraid also so
I made sure to call her as soon as I listened to her last message. She
was almost at the point of hysteria on the phone. I did my best to calm
her down but it was to no avail. Pam was a smart girl and she could
tell I was just as scared as she was. She asked me to come over and I
agreed. I convinced myself it was to make her feel safe, but it was
also so I could feel safe by not being alone.
A two level caste system was at work in Springhaven. The East side was
filled with the rich. Huge mansions, fast cars, and many girls with
names like Bunny and Britzy. The streets were cleaner there and the air
fresher. The West side, where I lived, was a typical middle-class
society. Both parents worked hard to fend for their families. The
father usually drank a little too much when he came home and could be
irritable at times. It was common to hear your mother crying while she
went over the household budget. Do not get me wrong the West side is
not a ghetto by any means. Trips to Europe may have been out of our
reach, but having a baseball catch with your dad in the backyard meant
so much more then seeing a bunch of landmarks. Even though we were
happy a tension between the two sides of town was evident. The rich
looked down on us with pity and we looked up to their huge mansions
with envy.
When I arrived at Pam's house she was standing outside starring
stoically at me. Her poodle "Misty" was scampering around the front
lawn looking for the perfect spot to relieve herself. As I got out of
my '94 Buick Regal I glanced at her driveway and saw it empty. Both of
her parents were not home and this made me feel much more comfortable.
Mr. and Mrs. Gartner did not like me. All of Pam's previous boyfriends
were rich and had names like Derek or Ethan. They took her to the
country club for brunch and sailing on their yachts. I took Pam to the
woods for kegs and joyriding in my used car. The only problem we ever
had was my relationship with her parents.
We embraced on her front lawn. She hugged me with such emotion I could
tell her feelings of fright were genuine. I also realized I was the
only person she could turn to in a time like this.
"Are you ok?" I quizzed her.
"I'm just so afraid right now."
"Don't worry they'll catch this guy." I tried to console her the best I
could.
"I'm just worried Mike, for me, for you, for everyone."
"Look I'm worried too. I'm also afraid, but if you let this get to you
and change how you live then you are letting this madman win. He wants
us to be afraid. Don't let him win Pam."
"Just please stay with me until my parents come home. I can't be alone
right now."
"I will don't worry."
We went into her house and sat on the couch as the news anchor retold
the chilling tale of the three murders. After watching this reminder of
the deaths I changed the channel to a music video. Pam laid down on the
couch and partially on me. I looked down at her and she looked so
peaceful. It reminded me of a cat I had when I was younger. My family
only had the cat for a month but during that time I was never so happy.
I loved to watch the feline run and play, but especially to see him
sleep. Pam fell into a deep sleep before the video was over and I left
her house a short while later. Making sure not to wake her up.
Chapter 4
"Michael get up it's 7:20!"
Since I was driving to school I got five extra minutes of sleep. I
rushed to find my uniform and put it on. When I pulled into the parking
lot it was already full besides a few remaining spots in the back. It
was not that I was late or anything, but everyone had already arrived.
This was mainly due to the nature of the day. With the murder affecting
our school so personally there would only be two classes today followed
by a Memorial Mass. Everyone was anxious to be in school today and talk
with their friends about what had happened.
After second period we were piled into the school auditorium. It was a
large room with many rows of seats fronted by a stage. This was the
same place we watched the dreadful school musicals. The only difference
was an altar was on stage now instead of an overmatched actor trying to
hit a high note.
Father Mahoney led the Mass. He took great pride in all aspects of it.
At a special Memorial like this you could always count on him to
deliver a powerful sermon filled with much emotion. Following the
Gospel reading he walked piously to the podium and began to speak. Upon
hearing the first words he uttered all noise ceased. Every student was
on the edge of their seat hoping he would reveal more information about
the murder.
"Brothers and sisters of Christ, today we have gathered to remember are
departed friend Amanda Harrelson. Amanda was a member of the track
team, school choir, and an honor student. She was loved by her family
and respected by each and every one of her friends. It is a tragic
event when any person loses their life. Amanda Harrelson did not lose
her life however, she had it ripped away from her by a ruthless killer.
This is not a tragedy. It was an atrocity. Steps are being taken by the
police department to find this madman, but until then we must all band
together. As a community we must pray to our Savior to help not only
the Harrelson family, but also to help bring this animal to justice
before he strikes again. I know the Lord Jesus Christ believes in
justice and he will see to it that it is served to the fullest. At a
time like this it is common to ask why. Why would God allow something
like this to happen? There is not any easy answer to this question.
Frankly I do not have an answer at all. God makes all of us in His
image and likeness. Myself...You there in the front row with your head
down...Mrs Wilson sitting there wiping a tear from her eye. All of us
were made to be like God. We do however have free choice. We are given
the freedom to choose between right and wrong. For most of us choosing
the correct path comes naturally and without much effort. There is
however a small minority that has no control over their choices. Their
minds are not sane. The actions in which they partake demonstrate this.
I have a firm belief the man we are looking for is not sane. What he is
doing does not seem wrong to him. It is natural and maybe even common.
Yes this is a very scary thought to think of someone who views murder
as being a viable action. This is the reality though folks. Springhaven
is not as safe as we all thought it was. Only together will we make it
through this. It may take a long time to hunt him down, but we have to
continue to pray harder every day. Sometimes it takes God a long time
to answer prayers, but He always does in His own way and on His own
time table."
There were many tears shed during his sermon. Amanda's closest
friends, many of whom where in the choir, ended the Mass by singing a
hymn entitled "On God's Good Graces." By the second verse they were
sobbing and it began to also bother me. I could feel the tears building
up behind my eyes. They wanted to get out and reach the air but I did
my best to hold them back. The thought of her family losing her was
what did it. The pain and sorrow they must be feeling could never be
measured. When a teenager or a child dies you can not justify it. They
had so many more years to live and so many more things to experience.
Things to see, people to meet, and places to go. It was a shame.
I sat in my seat after the students were allowed to go. I was spacing
out and watching Father Mahoney reverently clean the chalice, blow out
the candles, and take away the Scripture. Meticulous in his handling of
every item. His sense of devotion helped to ease my mind. I sat in my
seat praying as I watched. I prayed for everyone in Springhaven, but
mostly just for myself. With everything going on lately, I have become
somewhat of a wreck. I just want the cops to find him, so all of the
suffering ends.
"Are you coming Mike?" Pam asked.
"Umm yeah. Sorry I was spacing out."
"Mike will you come to the mall with me? I know you hate shopping with
me, but I asked Julie to go and last night she said she would, but now
today she told me she has to watch her little brother. So will ya
come?"
"Yeah I guess. I really don't want to though."
We arrived at the Springhaven Mall a short while later after an
uneventful car ride. The process was always the same at the mall. We
went in every shoe store at least one time, than we got something to
eat. Today we sat down at a pizzeria known as, "Donny's Pies." As we
ate Pam would decide which pair of shoes she preferred. This
eating-decision-making held suit for all articles of clothing, jewelry,
and any other item. I would even bet she sat eating while she decided
if she wanted to go out with me or some other guy.
"Did you like the black heels with the straps at Miguel's better than
the ones at The Fittery?"
"Yeah they were cool. Get those."
"Are you even listening? Wow that guy over there is really hot. Mmm I'd
like to lick him all over."
"What?! Stop foolin around. Sometin's goin on. Look at all those people
running into N.G. Nickels."
"Probably spotted a celebrity."
"In Springhaven? Come on lets go see what's goin on."
I grabbed Pam by the wrist and led her into the department store. She
followed closely behind. One hand tightly grasped by mine, the other
clutching a half-eaten slice of pizza. We followed the crowd through
the aisles of sweet smelling perfume, pass the sale on rakes, and into
the electronics department. Upon turning the corner we could see twenty
or so people huddled around a forty-inch big screen TV. After pushing
to the front of the group we saw what graced the screen. It was two
paramedics carting off another victim. Police cruisers were sprawled
over the backdrop as the body, covered by a body bag, was wheeled into
an ambulance. The crowd watched in suspense as the reporter
spoke.
"Hello, this is Holly Jones, reporting live from Scullion Park in West
Springhaven, where only minutes ago another dead body was found. This
marks the second time in less than a week a body was found in West
Springhaven. Early reports are indicating this is another homicide. So
far all the police are saying is the victim was male and in his late
teens, perhaps early twenties. The Springhaven Police Department have
announced there will be a press conference at 4:00pm today. So until
than John, back to you in the studio."
"Well thank you Holly. So it appears another murder has taken place,
and a madman continues to roam the streets of Springhaven. We will
bring you live coverage of the four o'clock press conference, but now
we are sending you back your regularly scheduled programming."
There was an eerie silence following the report. The crowd dispersed
and soon it was Pam and I alone in front of the TV.
"Come on lets go home. I don't feel like buying shoes now." Pam
said.
We left the mall and went back to her house. Neither of us spoke as I
drove through West Springfield on my way towards the East side. I paid
close attention to staying away from the area surrounding Scullion
Park. We arrived at her house at ten of four. Once inside we turned on
the TV and prepared for the press conference. Pam's father came
barreling in at five of four. He sputtered as he spoke, apparently
leaving work early to be home with Pam. He and Pam embraced as they
spoke.
"Honey, are you okay? Don't worry baby the police will find this
loon."-Mr. Gartner said.
"I know daddy."
Mr. Gartner turned his head towards me, while still hugging his
daughter.
"Hello Michael."
"Hey Mr. Gartner."
As usual the conversation was light between us. Neither of us wanted
to speak at all, but for Pam's benefit we made an effort.
"Look the press conference is starting." Pam pointed out.
The three of us watched wide-eyed as Daniel Martin, the chief of
police began the press conference.
"Thank you everyone for attending today. At approximately 11:45am a
woman and her daughter were walking around Scullion Park in West
Springhaven when the woman spotted a body. Police and paramedics were
called onto the scene and we found the body of a man in his late teens,
possibly early twenties. The cause of death was multiple knife wounds,
but no murder weapon was found at the death scene. The body could not
be identified and we are working hard to determine who this latest
victim is. Although we are not one hundred percent sure of who did
this, we have a very strong inclination it is the work of the same
murderer who killed Amanda Harrelson, only a few days ago, and also the
man and the woman back in the spring. The police are continuing to
investigate this incident and we hope to bring whoever is responsible
for this to justice. Until then we are setting up a town wide curfew.
Anyone who is under twenty-one must be indoors by 10:00pm on weekdays.
On the weekends the curfew will grow til 11:00pm. This drastic step is
one we feel is needed and will help keep the youth of Springhaven safe.
Please, for your own safety, follow this curfew. We are not doing this
to punish you. We are doing this to keep you alive. Now are there any
questions?"
Each of the reporters in attendance stood up and began yelling.
Following the initial rush of screaming, the reporters settled down and
diverted to a more structured question and answer session. Instead of
the yellfest they had initially engaged in.
"Umm you said the body could not be identified. This is a small town,
do you mean the body has not been identified? Or it can't be?" The
first reporter quizzed.
"We have contacted everyone who has filed a missing person's report in
the county. As of right now none of them identified the body." He
answered.
"So is this the body of someone from out of town?" Another reporter
asked.
"We do not believe so." The police chief again responded.
"Then why hasn't the body been identified?" A third reporter
pried.
"The body found today was severely damaged and without a check of DNA
it is going to be almost impossible to correctly identify who this
victim was." The chief answered.
"Excuse me Officer Martin, but you are being very sketchy. Could you
please be more detailed? What type of damage was done to the
body?"
"At this moment I can not comment on that."
"You said that without DNA testing the body could not be identified.
Couldn't dental records be used?"
"No comment. I'm sorry but there are no more details available. This
press conference is over. We will make an announcement about any new
information we gather. Thank you again for coming out today."
With that the press conference was over. The reporters were still
yelling as the chief of police walked away. Mr Gartner was the first to
break the silence and shed his thoughts on what we all just
viewed.
"I don't believe this. Now the police are talking in riddles. What is
happening to this town. I knew we should have moved to Westington." He
said snidely.
"Why was he being so weird dad?" Pam asked.
"Only God knows why honey."
I agreed with Mr. Gartner for once. Officer Martin appeared stunned
and bedazzled. He was alluding key questions which could have shed
light on the case. I wondered to myself what he was hiding. As I was
thinking Holly Jones, the news-reporter flashed back on screen.
"Holly Jones here reporting live only a block away from Scullion Park.
I am at the home of Janice Maguire, the woman who spotted the body
earlier today. Janice, thank you for doing this interview to let the
residents of Springhaven know the truth behind the terror you uncovered
today. First of all, what did you see?"
"I was walking along the back edge of the park. You know behind the
bleachers near the dugout of the baseball field. First, I uhh noticed
the blood."
"Where was the blood?" Holly questioned.
"It was all over the umm?back of the bleachers. I thought it was paint
at first, but then I saw it."
"What did you see Janice?"
She began sobbing.
"The?.the body. It was horrible! I couldn't even tell what it
was!"
The woman was now at the point of hysteria. Tears were streaming off
her cheeks and her body was pulsating. The reporter did her best to
console the woman. With the woman crying she was no good to the
network. Holly Jones was not consoling the person. She was consoling
the story.
"Janice are you okay? You do not have to go on if you don't want to."
Holly said.
She was obviously lying. No matter what the entire story was going to
be told. Holly would have slept on the woman's front lawn if it meant
hearing the story over scrambled eggs the following morning.
"Janice? Do you want to continue?"
"Okay?I'm sorry. It's just that?.It was so horrible to see. The body
was torn apart and mangled. The skin on his face was gone and something
was shoved into his mouth. I only saw it for a minute then I took my
daughter back home and called the police."
"Thank you Janice. A chilling tale, retold to us by a brave soul. John,
back to you."
Pam began to cry. Her father grabbed her and gave her a hug. I stood
motionless trying to put into perspective what I had just heard. My
mind went dead. I left the house and went home, the entire time in
complete fear of the monster.
Chapter 5
Listen. Can you hear that? The silence is roaring. Listen can you hear
that? The screams of my last meal. Stop. Can you feel that? Do you
goose bumps creeping across your body? The hair on the back of your
neck standing up. Is it the screams that cause you to fear me, or maybe
it is the silence. Don't be afraid. I will break the silence soon. The
screams will return.
Apparently I am the media's new icon. Everywhere I look, I see my work
being discussed. Pride is sweeping over me as something I have done is
worth an abundance of coverage. Perhaps I should kill more for the sake
of network ratings. With ten more murders I could make Holly Jones a
star. Holly Jones, the fair skinned proclaimer of my grizzly deeds. I
thoroughly enjoy listening to her speak of the details. Listing to her
sweet voice puts me on the brink of psychotic orgasm. I do believe the
truth is being blurred.
To begin with I did kill the couple last spring. I did not stab them
to death. Yes, there was much stabbing involved, but the causes of
death were in both cases a broken neck. I have found it is far easier
to mutilate a body after you kill it. On this occasion I saw the two
standing by the edge of the water. They were gazing into each other's
eyes, it was a beautiful scene.
I approached their car and found it to be unlocked. It was a four door
foreign model. I forget the exact type. I'm sorry my memory comes and
goes these days. After hiding in the backseat for thirty minutes, the
couple finally returned. Can you imagine that? Making me wait for half
an hour to end their lives.
They sat down in the car and within ten seconds I snapped both their
necks. His first, then the girl. Breaking a neck is surprisingly easy.
Before this night I had always imagined it being rather strenuous. A
task reserved for kung fu masters and big burly men. I myself being an
averaged sized man, I thought I could have some trouble fracturing
their vertebrae. Indeed it was not. All I had to do was twist the head
and it snapped! For a moment the initial excitement blinded my senses.
I almost forgot about the knife I brought.
While both laid dead in the front, I took my knife out of the leather
holster hidden under my left pant leg. I stared at the point of the
blade and then, with a rush of energy, drove it repeatedly into their
bodies. The key to stabbing a person is to make sure not to drive the
knife too deep into the body. It could get lodged in the side of a
bone, which makes it quite difficult to pull out. Therefore stabbing
can be tricky. Slashing is much easier and more effective. The first
kill of any knife-wielding maniac is always done by stabbing. As the
killer gets more proficient in his art, he will turn towards slashing.
It is what all the top-notch murderers do.
I stabbed the man three or four times. With each thrust his blood shot
out. Higher and higher into the air it went. I had the urge to continue
working on him, but something caught my eye. I stared at the girl. Body
now limp and unmoving. In the enclosed area I could smell her. It was
not her perfume that enticed my nostrils. It was something different. I
cut off her tight fitting jeans, exposing her pink panties. Looking
down at them I noticed a wet spot. I took off my glove, rubbed it, and
smelled my fingers. Yes, this was the smell. It enchanted me and made
my mind dance with possibilities. Visions of virgins frolicking in a
secluded field enticed my spirit. A dark cloud is beginning to cover
them. The darkness comes from the west and soon wipes them out, one by
one. Hundreds lying dead. Turning the green field a morbid shade of
red. The vision enrages me. I must satisfy this primitive urge. I must
satisfy it immediately. Oh, she smelled so good.
After taking out my anger on the girl, I got out of the car and fled
the scene. I began running, but soon stopped. I realized my
fingerprints were on the girl. I rushed back to the murder scene, broke
the side window, and pushed the car into the reservoir. By breaking the
window I made sure the car would sink quicker. The car went straight to
the bottom, leaving me little to worry about. With the evidence now
hidden I walked away.
Some people may ask why I went so long before my next feeding. My only
answer is I have no control over when I get hungry. A rage comes over
me and it must be fed. Most people believe there is no rhyme or reason
to my slayings. The killings just seem to happen unconsciously, but my
subconscious must have a reason for each slaughter. Everything is done
for a reason, even the things we do not control.
The other night I again stumbled upon a bountiful feeding ground.
Again a boy and girl gazing into each other's eyes with such longing. I
sat a good distance away from them watching. Observing their motions
and planning the best method of attack. I decided upon attacking the
girl first. This would force the man to go after me. If I had done the
opposite the girl, instead of helping her man, could have run away. I
was too far away to be sure she really loved him.
Walking towards them I had my knife, again hidden beneath my pant leg,
and also a large nail concealed in my hand. I asked the couple, as I
came near, if either had a cigarette, which I already knew they did
from my surveillance. When the boy reached into his pocket I quickly
made a fist and let the nail jut out directly below my knuckles.
Tightening my fist I punched the girl on the left side of her chest.
Unfortunately her breastplate blocked the nail from completely
entering. I released the nail, while it was stuck in her chest, and
reached for my knife. The boy suddenly rushed forward and tackled me to
the ground. He was a bigger fellow and obviously in good shape. I
managed to gain a slight advantage and capitalizing on it, I slit his
throat. His jugular burst and the blood shot out like a busted pipe on
a cold January morning. He lay on the ground bleeding to death as his
girlfriend stared at me in shock, still with a nail hanging from her
just over her left breast.
Now covered in blood, I smiled at her before I slashed the side of her
neck. She fell back into the bleachers, her blood splashing all around.
I went back to the boy and began ramming his head into the side of the
bleachers. Suddenly I saw one of his teeth fall out. An idea crossed my
mind. I laid him down on his back and began stomping the heel of my
boot on his jaw. Over and over again until each and every one of his
teeth were broken or fell out. My attention turned back to my knife. I
grabbed it and sliced open his abdomen. Slicing it two ways, vertical
and horizontal, to make a cross. I peeled back his flesh and saw his
internal organs. The sight intrigued me, as it was one I have never
seen before. I reached into his mouth and grabbed every tooth fragment
I could find and shoved them deep inside his exposed gut. His mouth was
empty and needed filling, so I cut off his penis and jammed it in. To
finish the process I scalped him and left him behind the bleachers. His
mangled face was undistinguishable as I turned to the girl.
I took her body down into the woods, which run along the back
perimeter of the park. Once a good distance away I skinned her face and
proceeded to insert it into her vagina. Deep inside I shoved it. First
with my gloved hand, then later a stick was used to drive it deeper and
deeper. I looked down to see her skull looking back at me. It was a
glorious sight if I ever saw one. It made me feel privileged to be
staring into death's eyes. If only she could talk to me from the grave,
to tell me of her experience with death. I yearned to be as close as
she was.
My clothes were bloodied and needed to be disposed. I ran deep into
the woods and burnt them. The fire was kept small until my clothes
disintegrated, then it was put out promptly. I was now standing bare as
the day I was born, surrounded by nature, and by death. The trees
watched me closely as I wondered through. They have seen great hunters
before, but never anything like me. I have confused them by not eating
my prey. For billions of years they believed killing was done for food.
Now they must change their perception. Before them stands a new hunter.
Before them stands the product of evolution.
Man has walked the earth without any competing animals for too long.
It is time for a challenge to his throne, which sits atop the food
chain. I am planning to stage a coup, to knock him to the ground and
watch him grovel at my feet. Many more are going to die. All of which
to feed the monster I have become.
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