Randy and Walter: Killers (10 page)

He had only one more thing left to do. He looked back and put the car in reverse. The back tires rolled over her body and then he stopped when they were on top of her. He put the car back into drive and held the brake down. He started to burn out. The bones of his dead mother began brea
k
ing and snapping, flying behind the vehicle in small pieces as her remains were ripped apart. You wouldn’t think there was enough blood left in her body to co
n
tinuously spray behind the car, but you’d be wrong.

For another ten minutes until Randy was finally pleased with the results, he continued the burnout. Then he turned the car around and drove back to his now very dead mother’s home. He exited the vehicle and walked t
o
wards the rear bumper. When he reached it, he started laughing hysterically, his hands slapping down upon his knees as if he’d just been told the worlds funniest joke.

He was laughing so hard now that he began to cry. His mother was a
b
solutely no more. It was almost as if he had erased her from ever existing. The chain was still there behind the car, covered in blood, but not her body. He had grinded her body into nothing. It was no less than what she d
e
served. He stopped laughing and crying and unfastened the chain. Popping the trunk, he threw the gore-covered chain into the trunk and grabbed another full gas can from within.

After all, he did have to clean up a bit.

When he turned and began to walk up to the house, flames erupted from within, causing him to take a step back. Then more flames shot out of the church’s windows and he looked perplexed, not understanding what was happening
.
He stood in shock as the flames burned the two buildings down.

Then from behind him came the sound of applause by only one person. He turned slowly to face Walter once again. The two brothers stood and looked at each other before finally Randy asked, “What do you want now?”

Walter smiled back at Randy and answered, “Oh, nothing. Just thought I’d commend you on tonight’s deeds. That was the best thing you’ve done yet. You really must have hated them a lot.”

“I did.”

“Why?”

“I had my reasons.”

“Fine,” he shrugged. “I don’t really give a shit. So, would you like to know why that fucking priest was so angry when you a
r
rived?”

“Not really.”

Walter grinned slightly. “Yes you do. And even if you don’t, I’m gonna tell you anyway.”

“Fine, then. Why?”

“Because I was fucking his wife.”

“
What
?” Randy gasped.

Walter looked right into Randy’s eyes and answered simply with a shrug, “She wasn’t my goddamn mother. I’ll fuck whoever I want. Besides, I thought it would be funny if you lost our little game because of that idiot priest. Too bad.”

Randy took a deep breath and calmed down, but he couldn’t help but glare at Walter

“Yeah, too bad you lost this one, too, bro,” Walter said, and with a wave of his hand he turned away from Randy.

“I lost this one, sure. You may have set the fires before me but I got something to finish here, so if you don’t mind…” Randy said.

“What do you have to finish here?” Walter asked as he turned back to Randy, the look he gave him was so cold and piercing Randy could feel it reach into his soul. “It’s over, go home.”

A shiver ran up Randy’s spine.

Walter turned away and once again waved his hand. “Just leave. Your part here is done. I have things to do.”

Although he felt it was a stupid thing to do, pushing his luck with such an animal, he still had to ask, “Are we really done?”

Walter didn’t even bother looking back at him as he replied, “Yes, you win. I have other things to do now. I’ll leave you in peace.”

Randy didn’t bother with any more questions, deciding there was no point. So he placed the gas canister back into the trunk of his car and slammed it shut.

Getting behind the wheel, he started it and turned it around. As he pulled away from the carnage, he took one final look at his brother who was watching him.

Walter looked back, his eyes filled with pure hatred and Randy knew that he wasn’t finished with him yet; no matter what Walter told him.

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RANDY AND WALTER: KILLERS

Chapter 5

I
t had been three months since Randy had gone to Burman. Three months since he killed his mother and the priest. Three months since he drove away as Walter watched him.

Three months and still no sign of Walter anywhere.

But the day after that night in Burman, Randy had been sitting on his couch watching TV when a special news bulletin came on, cutting his favorite show short. The anchorman was standing in front of a town that was filled with black smoke.

“This is David Crosby with Channel 5 news,” the anchorman said. “B
e
hind me, the town of
Burman
is burning down. Police and firefighters say that the fires began late last night. Every house and every business in Burman has burned to the ground. As of now there are no reports of survivors.”

Randy knew right away that Walter was behind the fires and the deaths. He remembered the last thing he saw of Walter. Walter had held in his hand a large red container. More than likely it had been filled with gas he had used to start the blaze in the church and his mother’s house.

In fact there was nothing else it could have been. Randy only hoped that Walter had burned along with the rest of the town. The only question in Randy’s mind was,
why
? It made absolutely no sense. Why would Walter go back to the town, set the entire place on fire, and kill everybody in the town of
Burman
? Why would he burn the place to the ground? For what reason? There was no logic to any of it. Then again, there seemed to be no logic in anything Walter had done thus far.

Why would he just appear out of nowhere and decide to have some sort of twisted competition with Randy? What was the point?

Randy had turned the TV off and went into the bathroom to take a shower. He pushed the questions out of his head and simply hoped he never saw Walter ever again.

That news report had taken place three months ago and since then Randy hadn’t heard a word of his brother. In fact, he started to finally forget him and get his life back together again. He’d been doing well at controlling his urges, too. He hadn’t killed anyone since that night with his mother and the priest.

He even got a good job working at a small plastic factory called Mellow Products. The factory was a small place near Caruthers. In fact, it was the building that had replaced the candle shop Randy had worked at so long ago. It was a well kept place, too, the floors always spotless. They even shined; something you never saw in any factory he’d ever seen.

Randy guessed that it was kept so clean because the boss was obsessive compulsive. As it was, Randy’s new boss was female, and she was beautiful. Her brown curly hair was always pulled back in an extravagant pony tail that cascaded down her back towards her ass. Her body itself was slender, her skin perfectly tanned. Her face was the most extravagant part about her, though. Her lips were thick and were always a bright shade of ruby red. Her face looked as if it was that of an angel. Her eyes were bright blue that shown throughout and whenever she talked she showed off a perfect pair of white, pearly teeth.

Her personality was just as charming. She seemed to always smile and laugh and she didn’t mind a good joke or two unlike so many other bosses of the world. The only times she acted like a boss at all was early in the morning, late Friday afternoon, and of course, whenever something was spilt on the floor. This was the worst. One day, while a lonely little twenty-one year old kid was standing at his work station pumping plastic mercha
n
dise through his industrial machine, he accidentally spilt a cup of orange soda on the floor. It was his own stupidity. He’d just come back from his lunch break and he brought a small paper cup filled to the top with orange soda. He said later that his mouth had been terribly dry all day.

That didn’t matter, though. He had carelessly sat the paper cup down next to his machine, just barely close enough for his right elbow to smack the cup and tip it over. It fell to the floor, orange soda splashing onto the machine as well as the spotless concrete floor. It happened so quickly that nobody was sure what had happened.

That is until she was at the poor boy, standing at his face and screaming at him for being such an idiot. It was the first time Randy had ever seen a grown man reduced to tears by the simple screams of a boss. Especially a boss lady.

Without even talking anything over, she fired him right there in front of everyone. The boy took his apron off and dropped it at her feet. He put his head down and started to walk away. She wasn’t through yet, though. As he was walking away, she yelled to his back, “You’re not going anywhere until you clean up this mess you made!”

The boy raised his head and turned around to face her. He wasn’t crying any more as he put his middle finger up and aimed it at her defiantly.

“Fuck you, you arrogant bitch!” he snapped.

That said, the boy left and was never heard from again. After that she didn’t yell at all anymore. It was as if she’d learned a valuable lesson from the experience. Whatever that lesson was it was lost in her mind. Other than those parts of her when she lost her temper, she was great. Of course, almost all bosses can be great until you get on their bad side.

She, though, had seemed to lose her bad side. She was no longer always cheerful and she never told any jokes anymore. After that day her elegant face had lost its joy and gained a deep broo
d
ing sadness that seemed to overcome the workplace one person at a time. Randy felt it, as well. The place had lost its elegance and joyfulness. No more jokes were told, in fact, no one really seemed to say anything. As for her, well, she usually kept to herself and stayed in her office.

A few more months passed and Randy had fallen back into a never-ending loop in his life. He woke up at six in the morning, took a shower, drank his coffee, ate some eggs, then left for work. He worked quietly in the assembly line putting a small piece of curved tan plastic the size of a thimble onto a larger tan rectangle piece of plastic. He stood in that line for eight hours a day, Mo
n
day through Friday doing this day after day.

After work he would get in his car and go home, take a shower, drink a beer while he ate a microwave dinner, and then go to sleep. On the wee
k
end, he would go get groceries then off to see a movie then sleep the rest of the time.

It stayed like this for nearly a year. Then one day, he noticed something about the boss as she walked by the line inspecting everyone’s work. She was getting a bulge in her belly. He looked at her for a second and thought maybe she was just gaining weight. He doubted that though and decided to follow her to her office as she had an open door policy.

He was just wondering if everything was okay with her. Her o
f
fice was spotless. A perfect line of workbooks stood on a brown bookshelf against a wall. Her desk had nothing on it but a nam
e
plate and a computer. The nameplate read Kendra Clouse. He sat down in a black chair across from her and looked at her stunning face.

“What do you want?” she asked.

“I just wanted to know if everything’s all right.”

She hesitated, a sign that she was lying, “Of course it is, Randy. Why do you ask?”

“Because you just haven’t been yourself since the day that guy yelled at you.”

“I deserved to get yelled at. I fired him for a simple mistake.”

“You didn’t deserve to get yelled at like that. Before, when he worked here, I noticed the two of you always talking as if you were friends.”

She stood up and crossed the office to the door. Closing it, she said, “We were more than friends, Randy. We were lovers.”

This took Randy by surprise, “Lovers? You know how much trouble you’ll get in if anyone ever found out?”

“I already am in trouble, Randy. After he left that day
,
Chuck called the worker’s union. He told them everything.”

“You’re kidding me! Are you being fired?”

“No, he called them again later and told them he was lying. Of course, their still investigating me.”

“Well, at least you’re not being fired.”

“It gets worse, Randy. A few days after calling them back he called me. He wanted to see me again. I told him no.”

“Why?”

“Because I was being investigated, even though he was fired they would’ve known the truth and then I would be fired. A week later, I learned that Chuck had reportedly killed himself. They said he shot himself with a shotgun but I don’t believe it.”

“Why not?”

“Because he hated guns. He was scared of them. He
would
have never touched one.”

Immediately Randy thought of Walter but he pushed the thought away,

“Are you pregnant?” he asked matter of factly

A look of surprise crossed her face
.
“Is it that obvious?”

“Somewhat. I noticed your belly has gotten bigger. How far along are you?”

“About four months. Chuck’s the father. I don’t know what I’m going to do.” She started crying when she said this.

He was wondering why she was talking so easily to him. But now he knew she needed to get everything off of her chest. She would have told anyone about this, it just happened to be him who broached the subject first.

“So then, are you still being investigated if he’s dead?” he asked.

“Yes. They’ll probably figure it out but I’m not worried about that. I’m worried because my child won’t have a father. Every child needs a father, Randy.”

“You’ll be okay. So will your child
,
”
h
e said with a smile. “You’ve got to have hope.” Randy got up and walked to the door
.
“I didn’t have a father and I was just fine.” He was lying of course; if he’d had a father then maybe he
would
have been fine.

“Oh, Randy, wait,” she said.

“Yes?”

“You need to keep this private, you know that right? I shouldn’t have told you any of this but I…”

“I understand, your secret’s safe with me,” he said and left the office, Kendra still crying slightly.

A
few more months passed and her bump got bigger. She was snappy and seemed to be hungry and in a bad mood all the time. Which was understandable, she was being investigated even worse now. A couple of men had come into the shop one day dressed in black suits. To Randy they looked like some kind of government spies or something. They stopped the work line and gathered everyone together in a back room. From there they asked everyone about Kendra. They asked about Chuck, too.

Surprisingly nobody said anything to get her in trouble. When Randy was asked the same questions, he had told them she was an excellent boss. He didn’t say anything about her and Chuck.

He did tell them that the father of Kendra’s baby, from what he’d heard, had run away with another woman. After their stupid questions were asked the men left with a look of defeat.

That following Friday, Kendra threw a party for the entire workshop. During the party, she stood up on a table and told everyone merrily, “It’s a girl! I’m going to name her after my late sister Margaret and her daughter Amanda. Her name will be Margaret Amanda Clouse.” Everyone clapped and smiled, enjo
y
ing the festivities.

But Randy was no longer smiling. A look of dread covered his face. He knew that name. It was the name of the mother and daughter from Caruthers.

Someone behind him asked, “So what happened to them?”

Kendra’s pleasant smile faded away and she looked like she had that day in her office. “Nobody really knows for sure. They just disappeared one night.”

Someone else asked
,
“No one just disappears? They could have left the state without telling anybody, maybe that’s what ha
p
pened.” The entire factory was quiet. Everyone seemed intent to solve what was going on here.

Everyone except Randy, that is, he already knew.

“Because I know my sister
,”
Kendra said softly.
“
She
’
d never do that.
A
lot of her blood was found in an ally near Caruthers, the police said. Unfo
r
tunately
,
she
was
a promi
s
cuous girl
.
I think she got mixed up with the wrong man.”

Randy knew what had happened that night. Not everything of course, but just enough to answer a few questions.

In his head he was begging everyone around him,
please don’t ask about the daughter, please don’t.

Thank God, no one did. Perhaps the rest of them had a heart. Randy was frightened, and angry. Even though Walter wasn’t around, he could still feel his influence on everything around him. The rest of the party went on for a few more hours and into the late afternoon. Near the end of the party, Kendra had forgotten all about the past and was focusing on the future.