Randy and Walter: Killers (14 page)

She was alive!

He turned off the furnace and reached in to her but the metal burned his hands and he flew backwards, cursing a blue streak. He fell to the floor, landing hard. He laid there for a minute, dealing with his burned hands, until he heard her crying inside the fu
r
nace. Then he heard her moving around and whimpering, as if a scream wasn’t possible, like an animal run over on the road which now had half its body flattened.

And she was trying to come out, to come to him.

He stood up and saw her at the edge of the furnace’s door. The fire had only been on for a few seconds but it had still left its mark on her fragile flesh. Half of her face was now burnt and bleeding. The hair on her head had turned to ash as did the first few layers of her skin.

Seeping blood covered her skin, across her body, and her clothes were gone, one shoe still clinging to her tiny foot but only halfway on.

So she was halfway burnt, half naked and bleeding all over her body with third degree burns on the right side of her head and body. She reached out towards him and silently, between tears pleaded, “Help...please...help me.”

He reached out to her and nodded his head. He took her hand and pulled her out, never realizing that the sharp metal of the furnace had caught her by her skin at the bottom of her neck. As he pulled her, the metal dug into her flesh and tore her skin as if she was being filleted like a fish. The pain was too intense for her to comprehend and she began to pass out. When he laid her out on the basement floor, she slumped to the cement floor in a heap, unconscious again. He realized what had happened and stepped back. The skin that had been pulled off of her now flapped like a sheet against the side of the furnace.

She was lying face down against the floor, just barely breat
h
ing. Blood pooled around her body as the stench of burnt flesh invaded his nose and he flipped her over and threw up. The skin had been ripped off her, leaving behind nothing but muscle and blood in its trail. A large piece of flesh, almost like a triangle of skin, was now missing.

He decided to finish her off quickly, to show her mercy. He walked over to the closet in the corner of the basement and opened the door.

Reaching in, he retrieved a large sledgehammer and dragged it over to the girl. She was awake again but could barely hold her eyes open. He brought the sledge above his head and brought it down with all his strength onto her head. Resembling a circus goer trying to ring the bell.

As soon as the hammer connected with her small skull, the weight of it crushed her head and went straight into the cement floor. Her body started to shake wildly all over as blood shot out of her throat in a steady stream like a cracked water hose.

Her body was still shaking as he brought the sledge up again and brought it down again and then a third time, and then a fourth. He dropped the sledge to the ground, picked up the hea
d
less body, and threw it into the furnace.

He peeled the skin which was now sticking to the side of the furnace off and tossed it into the furnace. It fell across her body and began to curl as it succumbed to the growing heat.

He then slammed the metal door closed and flipped the switch back on again so the fire would rise in earnest. The flames flared up immediately.

He didn’t stay to watch her body burn. He was angry at hi
m
self as he went upstairs to get cleaned up with a nice hot shower.

Now he would have to figure out how to find another one to play with.

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RANDY AND WALTER: KILLERS

Chapter 8

A
lthough he hated to admit it, he knew he’d screwed up really bad with the child. He promised himself right then and there not to ever fuck up so bad again; not to lose his temper and especially not to chase the girl along the side of the school.

The cops hadn’t come to see him, so no one had seen him with the child, and he was lucky for that. He knew he wouldn’t get away so easily next time.

The public, demanding justice for the disappearance of the child had put pressure on the police, who arrested a teacher for kidnapping the girl. The police said that her blood was found in his house, but not her body. The teacher was accused of other things as well. It had come out that he was molesting several students and one of the students was her, whose name he now knew was Toni Scarlett.

For the next few nights she was talked about on the news. The school held a memorial service the following Friday. The teacher was sent to prison; her death being the only thing he didn’t co
n
fess to. It didn’t matter if there was enough proof. He’d done enough things to take the blame and that was fine with Randy.

Randy laughed at that. If only the authorities knew all the things he had done, his prison time would have been terrible, that is if they didn’t go right for the death penalty.

It would probably be that he would receive the death penalty, though, his crimes more heinous than the average killer, more brutal.

Before he went to try his luck again he decided to come up with an a
c
tual plan instead of just winging it. Doing what he did with the girl had been stupid and a good way to get busted, which was something he didn’t want to happen.

He’d gotten away too many times to get caught now.

He laid low for the next few weeks, the town still abuzz with watchful eyes as parents kept their children in sight. But as a
l
ways, people had short memories and three weeks later the city was back to normal.

Randy didn’t rush his next one, wanting to find something pe
r
fect.

And then his time came, the perfect time to strike. The local newspaper had written in the events section about how next month the school was going to hold a talent show on the last Friday night of the month.

It was perfect. A night time kidnapping. He started watching the school again, this time watching kids practicing their skits in the schoolyard. Within the first day that he started watching he noticed two girls practicing their skit together. One girl he reco
g
nized from a few weeks earlier. She had been the brunette, singing girl in the back of the car that had almost struck him down. The other girl he didn’t know. This girl was taller and thinner. She looked at least thirteen with curly blonde hair that fell down to her back. The skit they were performing together was a rendition of some teeny bop song he’d never heard of. It sounded like som
e
thing even a deaf girl couldn’t stand. These two seemed to love it, though. Their dance wasn’t that bad really. It was composed of tap-dancing for the first half then it became a type of odd ballet. The two twirled around each other like ice skaters. Then they started tap-dancing again. It was obvious they would never win the co
m
petition.

He watched silently from his car every afternoon as the pair practiced. He wasn’t the only one. The man who had nearly killed him was there
,
too, but only sometimes.

Randy was starting to worry about this guy. He seemed to look at Randy more than he did his daughter, as if he knew something about Randy he shouldn’t.

There was something very off about the guy.

The last day of them practicing was the day before the talent show. That afternoon, the pair messed up their act bad. Neither of them seemed to be in the mood to dance anymore. While they were twirling, the brunette fell down, which then tripped the blonde girl. The teacher who had been watching from nearby, walked over to help them up.

The blonde got mad and stormed away with the brunette fo
l
lowing after her.

Randy watched and realized this would be another perfect o
p
portunity. The man wasn’t there. Only the teacher and Randy. He silently got up and crept around the back of the school where the pair had undoubtedly gone.

They were there. The two were arguing about something. Randy walked up to them and looked at them with a smile as a new plan came to fruition.

“I’ve been watching you girls,” he said as sweetly as he could muster.

The blonde one snapped back, “Yeah, so what?”

“I just think you both got what it takes. You’re just not doing the right dance.”

“What do you mean?”
the brunette asked.

“Simple. I can teach you a new dance. I used to be a dance d
i
rector.”

The blonde, still snappy
,
said, “What, you gonna teach us som
e
thing?”

“Only if you don’t tell a soul about it. Being taught this could get you kicked out of the talent show. But if you’re quiet then you’ll win this easy.”

They both looked at each other and asked together, “Are you sure?”

Randy laughed heartily
.
“Of course I’m sure. I’ve won so many compet
i
tions I can’t count them all!”

The girls smiled and Randy thought,
bingo
.

He had them, now all he had to do was get them home.

Getting the girls back to his house had turned out to be the simplest thing ever. They had walked away from the school and all the way to his house on their own accord. It was only a five minute walk and Randy had seen no cars drive past on his neighborhood road, and as the girls were skipping along happily, no one gave him the slightest attention if a face happened to peer from a window of a house they passed.

The pair had walked behind him singing and laughing and ca
r
rying on. “When we get inside I’m gonna teach the two of you some great moves. You’ll have everyone standing in their chairs clapping for you.”

Of course they believed him. Why shouldn’t they? They were two girls who didn’t know the world was a threat so they fo
l
lowed him. If they had been warned after the other girl had disa
p
peared, the warnings were now forgotten.

He reached his house and walked inside with them following him.

Keeping up his absurd act, he asked them if they wanted som
e
thing to eat. They said they did, so Randy fixed them some wa
f
fles.

While mixing the batter, he had dropped several crushed slee
p
ing pills into it. These weren’t your over the counter kind either, they were prescri
p
tion and had a kick like a mule if more than two were taken at once.

When the waffles were done, he served them along with a glass of milk for each of them.

The two girls ate excitedly, still laughing and joking around. Within a few minutes of eating they began to feel sleepy. The brunette fell asleep first followed closely by the blonde. Before she had fallen completely asleep, she had seen Randy standing up and walking over to her. She just couldn’t do anything about it. Her head fell onto the table, overcome as the drug filled her system.

Randy grinned lecherously as he stared down at the two small girls.

This was going to be fun.

T
he blonde was the first one to awaken and the first one to start screa
m
ing.

Randy bent down and laughed into her face, relishing her fear. She looked around for her friend, and upon seeing her chained to the wall, a bright light shining down on the slim form, her mouth dropped open in shock.

“I’m saving her for later. You...you are for now,” Randy said in a low voice.

She started to scream and cry and Randy laughed into her face again.

“Go ‘head and make as much noise as you want!” he screamed at her. “We’re in a basement in a house with no neighbors. N
o
body will ever hear you!”

“Why, mister? Why are you doing this to us?” she asked while looking up at Randy with saddened, tearstained eyes.

“Because it’s fun! It’s who I am!”

“What are you going to do?” she sobbed.

“I’m going to turn your ass into a woman, you little fucking bitch!”

With that said, he grabbed her by her face and forced open her mouth. Because of the dark around them, she wasn’t able to see him clearly. But she did feel his penis invade her throat. To the side of them, the small brunette had awakened. She tried to cry out but a gag had been placed in her mouth.

Randy held the blonde’s head firmly between his hands and growled, “If you bite me, I’ll cut your friend into bite-sized pieces.”

He grabbed her hair firmly and jabbed his member deeper into her throat and she immediately began to gag. Her eyes closed and watered and she started trying to back away. He only jabbed harder and went deeper into her throat. She was unable to breathe and unable to get away. He wildly fucked her face as hard as he could, loving the power, the total dominion over her.

Her head was pulling back and he was following. Soon she was co
m
pletely against the floor and his waist was on top of her head. His hands still held onto her head firmly. He felt liquid running along the sides of his penis and decided it was either blood or vomit, maybe both. It didn’t matter. It felt too good to him to stop now.

He continued to fuck her face wildly, as rough and as hard as he could, even though he could no longer feel air or the sound of her gags.

She was dead. He had choked her to death with himself, and as he o
r
gasmed into her mouth, he started laughing.

Proud of himself, Randy finished with her and pulled out of her mouth. He stared hard into her face. It was blue. Vomit mixed with blood and cum dripped off the end of his cock.

He walked over to the brunette, smiling like the Cheshire cat in
Alice
in Wonderland. She was frozen in terror, her eyes darting from him to her dead friend; she couldn’t scream, her voice was paralyzed.

He grabbed her by the head with one hand and his cock with the other. He wiped the mess off in her hair as he prepared to have some fun with her.

But before he could begin, a noise caught his attention from behind. He knew what it was immediately and he slowly turned, dreading what he’d find.

The clapping continued

Upon turning around, he saw his brother, Walter, standing at the edge of the basement stairs, clapping.

“Bravo. Bravo,” Walter said as he applauded his brother.

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