The complete “A Glimpse into Hell” series - 5 books, 195 chapters, 1700 pages, 600K words of pure gore

by Garrett, Wade H.

  Seth pulled a syringe from his pocket. “If it happens I will inject you with this.”

  Wyatt looked at the syringe. “What the hell is that?”

  “Naloxone.”

  “What’s if for?”

  “To reverse the effects of opioids.”

  “Where in the hell would you get something like that?”

  “You can get them anywhere. They come in emergency overdose kits that medics use.”

  “What about the other shit, the opioid. Where did you get it?”

  “The Carfentanil? Some zoos and veterinary clinics have it, but I bought mine on the black market. The aerosol version is very hard to find and it set me back quite a bit.”

  “Is it legal to buy?”

  “If it was, would I be buying it on the black market?”

  “Oh yeah. And who would sell you something like that?”

  “The Russian mafia.”

  “How are you involved with the Russians?”

  “I’m not. I just bought the shit from them. It was a one-time deal.”

  Wyatt was confused. “And how does a person go about finding a Russian who sales illegal opioids?”

  “In my case, from this motorcycle club that I buy firearms from. They set up the deal for a commission.”

  “Sounds like a lot of trouble. How much did this stuff cost you?”

  “Fifteen K.”

  “Wow. That’s a lot of money.”

  “Better than going to prison or getting in a shootout with the police.”

  “But still, you could have probably gotten something else that was cheaper.”

  “I know this shit works.”

  “I guess you’re right, since it can put an elephant to sleep.”

  “That’s not what sold me on it. This type of opioid had been used in the Moscow theater hostage crisis.”

  Wyatt’s eyes got big. “Everyone died but just a few people.” He looked back at the oxygen tank. “Don’t tell me that’s the same shit.”

  Seth lit another cigarette. “Sure is.”

  Wyatt glared at Seth. “Are you fucking crazy? That stuff kills people.” He looked at Seth’s cigarette. “I hope it’s not flammable.”

  Seth shook his head. “Wow, if I had known that you were going to get all girly over the tank, I would have left it at home and took my chances with the cops.”

  Wyatt was starting to get upset. “You have a fucking oxygen mask and I don’t! That shit is dangerous!”

  Seth laughed. “Dude, you’re riding around with a sadistic killer and you’re worried about a bottle filled with a little bit of happy gas.”

  Wyatt laid back in his seat and looked out the window.

  Seth noticed a road sign. “Hey, pouter, we’re almost there. When we get to Missy’s house don’t say anything stupid.”

  Wyatt rolled his head over, facing Seth. “What do you want me to say if she asks how we know each other, or what we’re doing?”

  “The truth. We’re buddies on a road trip. Keep it simple.”

  “K”.

  Seth stopped in the parking lot of a shopping center. He removed his wig and fake mustache. Wyatt watched as Seth removed the dye from his skin with alcohol pads. “So, Missy knows what you look like?”

  “Yep.”

  “Is that smart?”

  “It would be too hard to keep all this in place doing the hanky panky.”

  Wyatt frowned. “Is that why we’re going there?”

  Seth looked at Wyatt. “Sorry, I’m not gay.”

  Wyatt got defensive. “I’m not gay either. And I’m not girly.”

  “Chill, pal. Missy and I go back a long way and there’s a lot more to our relationship than what you think. And I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings.”

  “You didn’t.”

  A few minutes later, Seth pulled up to a house and parked under a carport. A woman and two dogs came out and greeted them. Seth introduced Wyatt and Missy to each other, then he knelt and loved on the dogs as if they were his own. He looked up at Wyatt. “This is Zeke and this is Skip.”

  Wyatt noticed Zeke was a Sheltie and Skip was a Border Collie. They went into the house and sat in the living room. Wyatt was sitting in a recliner as Seth and Missy sat on the couch with the dogs. Wyatt thought Missy seemed very normal; not someone who would associate with a sick and twisted killer, but of course, she had no idea. And it was actually strange to see them together as if they were a normal couple. A short bit later Seth went to take a shower. Missy told Wyatt that he could make himself at home, then brought him a sheet, blankets and a pillow for the couch.

  Early the next morning Seth walked up to Wyatt as he was sleeping. “Rise and shine, sunshine. It’s almost light outside.”

  Wyatt sat up, rubbing his eyes. “Okay.” He looked at Seth and noticed he was wearing only underwear and a cowboy hat. “What the fuck, dude?”

  “Missy has breakfast in the kitchen if you’re hungry. I’m going to get dressed.” Seth walked off. Wyatt got his things together, then went into the kitchen. He stood next to the table as Missy was washing dishes. She turned to him and smiled. “Help yourself.”

  Wyatt sat at the table. He noticed there were plates covered with scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. “Thanks. I’m starving.”

  “You want coffee?”

  “Black, please.”

  She handed him a cup of coffee, then sat down at the table. “How do you know Seth?”

  “Uh, we’re taking a road trip.”

  “Sounds like fun. For what?”

  Wyatt didn’t know how to respond. “Just… Just checking out the attractions.”

  “Like which ones?”

  He spoke without thinking. “Grand Canyon and stuff.”

  She laughed. “Y’all have a long way to go then.”

  “Yeah.”

  “So how did you two meet?”

  He was becoming nervous. “Through a mutual friend.”

  “Which one?”

  “James.”

  “James? You mean Jim?”

  His eye got big. “No. It’s James.”

  Missy started laughing. “I know what you two are doing. Seth hasn’t kept anything from me.”

  Wyatt was confused and relieved at the same time. “Really. You know what he does?”

  She nodded to indicate yes.

  “Is it hard for you to read about him in the paper?”

  “Like what?”

  “The Angel of Death stuff?”

  Her facial expression changed to a worried look. “What are you talking about?” She stood up. “He’s not that person. You’re mistaken.”

  Wyatt stood up and motioned his hands, gesturing for her to remain calm. “That’s not what I meant. We’re writing a story about The Angel of Death.”

  She looked around the kitchen, then grabbed a large knife from a drawer. She glared at Wyatt. “I knew there was something strange about that bastard. Keep quiet. I’m going to sneak into the bedroom.”

  Wyatt started to walk towards her, then stopped. “That’s not a good idea. Just sit down and play it off. He will kill both of us if he finds out that I told you.”

  She put her finger to her lips. “Hush.” She walked out of the kitchen.

  Wyatt started pacing back and forth, not knowing what to do. He didn’t know if he should run, or try to intervene—it was his fault for opening his mouth. About the time he decided to head towards the bedroom, Seth came walking into the kitchen as if it was a perfect world. He looked at Wyatt, looking like a deer caught in headlights. “Let’s roll.”

  Wyatt didn’t say anything as he grabbed his bag and followed Seth to the car. Seth got in, then looked at Wyatt. “Why you acting weird?”

  He was trembling. “What happened?”

  Seth looked confused. “What, are you some type of pervert? We’re not in high school. You need to get your kicks elsewhere.”

  When Seth backed out of the driveway and onto the street, Missy came out on the porch and yelled, �
��Hey, wait a second!”

  Wyatt’s eyes opened big as she quickly walked across the yard towards the car. He patted the dash. “Let’s get out of here!”

  Seth stopped, then rolled down his window. He looked at Wyatt. “What? Why you acting up this morning? Something I need to know about?”

  Wyatt noticed Missy was almost to the car. “She’s going to stab you! Hit the gas!”

  “What?” Seth turned towards Missy about the same time that she reached in through the window.

  She handed him a brown paper bag. “In case you two get hungry on the road.”

  Seth smiled. “Thanks, babe.”

  She leaned in through the window and gave Seth a quick peck on the lips. “I’ll call you later.”

  “Sounds good. I’ll swing back by when we’re done with the trip.”

  She looked at Wyatt. “Nice to meet you. Y’all have a safe trip.”

  Wyatt looked very confused. “You too.”

  Seth waved as he drove off. He looked in the bag. “Cool. Ham sammiches.” He set the bag on the console, then looked at Wyatt. “What the fuck was that all about?”

  “I don’t really know.”

  Seth frowned. “Did you end up saying something stupid?”

  Wyatt wasn’t sure if he should tell Seth, but he was concerned she could be calling the police. “I did.”

  Seth shook his head. “What did you say?”

  “She might be calling the cops.”

  “Why?”

  Wyatt put his head down. “I thought she knew about you, and I told her who you were. I was half asleep and got mixed up.”

  “Yeah, but why would she be calling the police?”

  “Because I told her you were The Angel of Death.”

  Seth shrugged his shoulders. “She knows that.”

  Wyatt jerked his eyes towards Seth. “What?”

  “She knows.” Seth sent a text to Missy that read, “Wyatt’s panties are in a wad. What happened?”

  Wyatt was a little agitated. “You got to be fucking kidding me?”

  “I told you last night that she did.”

  “I thought you were joking around.”

  Seth received a text. He laughed.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “I texted Missy and asked her what got your panties in a wad. She says just messin’ around. Tell Wyatt not to be mad. Blame Seth. I learned it from him. LOL.”

  Wyatt shook his head. “That was real fucked up. You two are perfect for each other.”

  Seth laughed.

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  Wyatt was still irritated. “Where in the hell are we?”

  “On Highway 171. We’re going to head south for a couple of hours.”

  “And where is that going to take us?”

  “South side of Toledo Bend Reservoir. I have something I need to check out.”

  “What’s y’all’s story anyway?”

  “Whose story?”

  “You and Missy.”

  “You still pissed about that.”

  “I’m just interested in how you two fuckers met.”

  Seth laughed at Wyatt’s comment. “It’s kind of long.”

  “You just said we’ll be driving for a couple of hours.”

  “I met her at a gun show in Albuquerque about seven years ago.”

  “Why am I not surprised.”

  “Do you want to hear about it or not?”

  Wyatt leaned back in his seat and got comfortable. “Go ahead. I’m not going to interrupt any more.”

  “Like I was saying, I met her at a gun show. We were at the same table looking at stuff when I noticed that she didn’t know much about firearms from the type of questions she was asking the vendor. The guy tending the booth seemed as clueless as she was, so I put in my two cents. I explained the ballistics of different calibers, hammer and hammerless revolvers, single and double action in semi-automatics, and the different types of concealment holsters. She wanted something small but powerful, and easy to use. I showed her the Springfield XDS in .45 ACP. It was the smallest .45 on the market, one she could easily conceal in her back pocket. She had never shot a firearm before, so I offered to show her how.

  The next morning, we met at a shooting range. During this time, I learned that her younger sister, Shelley, had been raped and the scumbag’s case had been thrown out when the arresting officers didn’t follow proper procedures; they searched his house without a warrant or his consent. She told me his name was Chris, he was in his mid-thirties, unemployed, and living alone in a two-story house that his deceased parents had left him. The incident had taken place several months back when her sister and her two kids were camping at the lake with some friends. Chris was with another group that was camping close by. The two groups wound up having a get-together, drinking and hanging around the campfire. Chris had taken a liking to Shelley, but she wasn’t interested. Around midnight she wasn’t feeling well and went to her tent. The next morning, she was missing. After a short search, she was found in the nearby woods unconscious. Come to find out, Chris had slipped something in her drink, then raped her in the woods. The event not only traumatized her sister, but her kids as well. Missy had made a few comments how she wanted to get revenge; it was inviting, but I kept my mouth shut because I didn’t know if she was just bluffing.

  Later that evening we went to a restaurant. After a few drinks, she became angry and didn’t hold back how she felt about the rapist and how she wanted to get him back. She had tears in her eyes as she looked at me. “I’m sorry. I’ve never thought about harming someone before.”

  “Don’t be. I know how you feel.”

  “My sister has been through enough. She just got divorced from a cheating husband and was getting her life back together. I’m so angry. The piece of shit got off due to some bullshit technicality, and if I make this bastard pay for what he did, I’ll be the one going to prison where he should be.”

  “If you control your anger and plan it, you won’t get caught.”

  “People don’t get away with stuff like that. My sister has young kids, but I don’t. I’ve made up my mind that it’s worth it.”

  I was getting in the mood to fuck someone up. “Give me his address. I’ll take care of it for you.”

  She shook her head. “I can’t let you get involved.”

  “Sure, you can. And besides, I can come up with something that would make it difficult for the cops to link it back to you.”

  She thought for a moment. “Like cut his brake lines or something.”

  “Maybe. But someone else could get hurt.”

  “Burn down his house with him in it.”

  “Does he live in town or out in the country?”

  “In town.”

  “Then there would be a risk of catching other houses on fire.”

  “What about sneaking into his house and shooting him.”

  “I can tell you’ve been thinking about this for a while, but those are common methods used by the inexperienced. You would definitely be a suspect.”

  “What do you suggest then?”

  “Have you even staked out his house?”

  “I’ve driven by a few times.”

  “Let me go check it out and come up with a game plan.”

  “Absolutely not. It’s my problem and I wouldn’t feel right getting you involved.”

  “I’m already involved just by discussing it. We can at least go stake the fucker out and go from there.”

  “I’m good with that. When do you want to do it?”

  “Tonight.”

  She looked at me for a moment, then nodded. “Okay. Let’s do it.”

  I followed her home, then we took my car from there. Before we went to Chris’ house, we stopped at a secluded place to get ready. I had her put on one of my black, mechanic style jumpsuits that was free of incriminating fibers and a pair of my boots. She had long hair, so I had her put it up and cover her head with a toboggan. It was around 11 PM when we got to his h
ouse. Right away I noticed there weren’t any vehicles parked in the street, probably because of a city ordinance, and no alleyways. This was going to be a slight problem. Most people know who’s driving what next door or across the street. If I were by myself, I would have parked as far away as I needed to, then hoofed it from there. I was almost ready to call it a night when I noticed someone was having a get-together two streets over. It was still risky, but I decided to park incognito with the other vehicles that were along the street. I grabbed my duffel bag, then Missy and I took off down the sidewalk dressed in black from head to toe. When we got to the rapist’s house, we hid behind some bushes. I pulled out a flashlight and quickly examined her to make sure her toboggan was still in place. “From here on try not to move your toboggan around or rub your eyes. You don’t want to lose any hairs.” I handed her some gloves. “And put these on.”

  “What are we going to do?”

  “First, a visual inspection.” I didn’t see any lights coming from the windows, indicating Chris was asleep or not home. I put on my night vision goggles, then looked for infrared cameras, motion activated lights and signs warning of a home security system; none were found. I looked at her through the night vision. “Green looks good on you.”

  She had a worried look. “I can tell that you’re not fazed by this, but my heart is about to pound out of my chest!”

  I pulled out my silenced pistol. “Just stay close to me and try to be as quiet as possible. We’re going to sneak into the backyard.”

  She pulled out her XDS. “Okay.”

  “You don’t want to use that unless it’s absolutely necessary.”

  “You have one.”

  “Yeah, but mine’s quiet and it’s not on paper. And the police will know you just purchased a .45.”

  “Got it.”

  We snuck through a side gate, then to the corner of the house. I noticed there was a motion light mounted on the eave and a doggy door installed in the back door. I looked back at Missy and whispered. “There might be a dog.”

  “Don’t hurt it.”

  “I wasn’t planning on it.” Before we made another move, I needed to take care of the motion light. I opened my bag and pulled out a CO2 pellet gun with a laser. The silenced .22 works fine against light fixtures in secluded areas, but at occupied houses it will cause too much noise. I aimed the laser at the sensor, then shot it several times. I looked back at Missy. “I can’t be sure if I disabled the motion light, so if it comes on, we’ll have to go back to the front yard.”