Missy sat in the passenger seat. “Where are we heading to?”
“Drop off Maggie, then head to Austin.”
Missy was confused how a gun with blanks was going to achieve Seth’s plan for Maggie to go out with a bang. “I can’t figure out what the hell you’re up to. I hope you’re not screwing with me.”
“Nope.”
“I’ll have to see it to believe it then.”
“You will.” Seth drove to the town of Belton, which was about thirty-minutes away, and parked at Yettie Polk Park. “Hang out here while I drop off Maggie.”
Missy followed him to the cargo area as he wheeled Maggie out the door. “Are you leaving her here?”
“Not in the park, but up the street.”
“Be careful.”
“I’ll be back in a bit.” Seth disappeared into the dark.
A few minutes later, he came back breathing heavily. He quickly drove off.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. I’m just winded from having to run several blocks.” He handed Missy his cell phone. “Let me know if you see anyone approach her.”
She looked at the screen, realizing it was a live view of a parking lot. “Is this from the camera mounted to Maggie’s head?”
“Yes.”
She could hear Maggie moaning and the sound of the drill running. “I can’t believe she’s keeping herself alive. I would have given up a long time ago.” As Maggie moved her head around, Missy could see there were cars in the parking lot. She then saw the side of a brick building. “Where in the hell is that?”
“You ready for me to tell you?”
“Not yet. I’m still trying to figure it out.”
“As soon as you see someone, let me know.”
“Will do.”
Seth pulled over to the side of the road.
“Why are we stopping?”
“The camera only has a range of about two miles.”
She looked out the window and recognized that they were on an access road by a highway. “Where are we at?”
“Southbound on I-35. Austin is about an hour away.”
When she looked back at the phone, she noticed someone was approaching Maggie. “Oh shit! I see someone!”
Seth looked at the screen, glimpsing a man in a suit. “Fuckin’ A!”
Maggie could be heard yelling stifled words through her stitches. She was trying to ask the man to get help. Seth moved the joystick on the remote control. A second later, a bright flash lit up the screen when her gun fired. The man took off running toward the safety inside the building. Maggie was freaking out, yelling muffled pleas for him to come back.
Seth was excited. “It’s gonna work! Just watch and see!”
“All I see is that you scared the shit out of some poor bastard.”
“Be patient. It’s about to happen.”
“You really have me curious what’s….” About that time, a bunch of cops came out of the building with their guns drawn. “Oh, holy hell! Check this shit out!”
Seth laughed. “That’s what happens when you fire a gun outside the Bell County Jail.”
“You’re a crazy bastard!”
When Seth moved the joystick, the revolver fired multiple times, lighting up the dark parking lot. It looked like fireworks were going off as the cops returned fire. Loud, rapid-firing gunshots were echoing out through the phone’s speaker. Maggie had ripped the stitches from her lips and was screaming at the top of her lungs as her body was being struck by bullets. Seconds later, Maggie stopped moving, and as the gun smoke cleared, the cops could be seen standing in front of her. They all had a grimace of terror as they looked upon the disturbing sight of a woman who had apparently been barbarically transformed into something unspeakable.
Seth fired the remaining round, eliciting another exchange of gunfire. The video feed went dark after a bullet struck the camera. Missy was shaking her head. “A fucking police station? Wasn’t that kind of risky?”
“She went out with a bang, didn’t she?” Seth took off down the highway, heading to Austin.
Balloon Scientist
When Seth arrived in Austin, he keyed up on his two-way radio. “K-Dog, you there?”
“What’s up?”
“How’s it goin’?”
“So far, so good.”
“How much have y’all made?”
“Six dollars, working on seven.”
Missy looked confused. “What the hell are y’all talking about?”
“They’ve found only seven of the twenty-four scumbags on the list.”
“Why are you referring to them as money?”
“I can’t really ask how many people he has abducted over the radio.”
“True.”
Seth keyed up. “How is Spanky doin’? Has he caused any trouble?”
“Razor is fine. And no, he’s a badass motherfucker.” Some shuffling could be heard.
Seth keyed up. “What the hell is going on?”
“Fucking Spanky took the radio from me.”
Seth could hear Barry bitching in the background how he wanted to be called Razor. “Get control of that fucker.”
“It’s good. I’m going to let him go by Razor so he’ll shut the fuck up.”
“That’s fine. Do y’all need any help?”
“Nope. We’re about to make the last buck, then we’ll be heading out.”
“We’ll beat you home.”
“Ten-four.”
Seth drove through Austin then headed down a rural road. Forty-five minutes later, he parked at a run-down building. Missy had fallen asleep and he didn’t want to disturb her, so he quietly left the RV to get everything setup.
Around 4 AM, Kenneth drove up. Seth opened Missy’s door. “They’re here.”
She was exhausted. “Can I rest a while longer?”
“Of course.”
“Thanks, babe. Come get me before y’all start on them.”
“Will do.” Seth went over to Kenneth’s truck. Barry and Wyatt were arguing as they dragged body bags out of the bed and into the building. He walked up to Kenneth. “What the fuck are they bitching about?”
“I don’t fucking know. It’s all they do.”
Seth and Kenneth went into the building, an old warehouse that Seth had rented before the trip. It was in a secluded place. Kenneth handed Seth a piece of paper with a list of names. “Here are the ones we were able to get.”
“Good. And are they all unconscious?”
“Yep. I gave them fentanyl.” He started walking towards the door in a hurry.
“Where’re you goin’?”
“I have to go take a crap.”
“You might not want to go into the RV.”
He ignored him and walked out the door.
After Wyatt and Barry brought in the last two body bags, Seth handed Wyatt a knife. “You and Barry start stripping them down.” He looked at the names on the list Kenneth had given him, comparing them to the files in the folder to determine who was who. When they had them lined up on the floor, Seth pointed to an older, skinny man with a gray beard. “Take this fucker outside.” He pointed to another man. “This is Johnny Mathews, who happens to be a drug addict that murdered a woman when he broke into her house. Hang his ass up on the wall in the RV.”
Kenneth came walking up. He was pissed. “What the fuck? I don’t even have words for what you’ve done to Jimmy.”
“I tried to warn you.”
“I need to take a shit.”
“Then go take one.”
“I’m not going back into the RV. It fuckin’ stinks.”
“You don’t think your shit is going to stink up the RV too?”
“Come on, now. That dude is leaking shit out of his mouth into a big tub. A tub full of shit, worms and bugs. I don’t even want to know what the fuck you did to him, but that’s fuckin’ nasty.”
“Shit outside.”
“Fuck that.”
Seth pointed to a five-gallon bucket. “T
hen shit in that.”
“Just get the fucker out of the RV.”
“I can’t. I need him for show and tell.”
“That’s BS! You just like being around that kind of shit.”
Seth shrugged his shoulders. “It is kind of like a piece of home.”
“I hope you’re joking.”
“Of course. I have all the scumbags in an underground chamber.”
“I’m sure you do.” Kenneth jerked the bucket from the floor and headed for the door.
“I hope you have something to wipe your ass with!”
“Fuck you!” He slammed the door shut.
Wyatt and Barry came walking up. Wyatt had a disturbed expression. “What the hell did you do to Jimmy?”
“Don’t start. I’ve already heard it from Kenneth.” He pointed to a man that was covered in tattoos and looked like a body builder. “Y’all drag Mr. Muscles...” He pointed to a fat man. “…and this lard ass, over to the center of the building. There are some chains anchored to the floor that already have shackles on them. Secure a shackle to just one of their ankles.” Seth tied up the three remaining men, then went to the RV to round up some items.
Thirty minutes later, Seth returned to the building. Kenneth, Barry and Wyatt were joking around with each other. Seth walked up to them. “Y’all ready to get started?”
Kenneth shook his head. “I’m going to head on to San Antonio.”
“You can take off later. I have some entertainment lined up for everyone.”
“You know I’m not into your kind of entertainment.”
“You’ll like this.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
“First, I need to see John off before I get the show started.” Seth motioned to Barry and Wyatt. “Y’all follow me.”
When they got outside, they noticed Missy was standing next to a man lying on the ground. He was nude with a large backpack strapped to him. He had numerous fishing hooks in his penis and ball sack, and steel wires ran from them to a large cardboard box filled with what appeared to be a deflated raft.
Missy got everyone’s attention. “This is John Walker. The sick bastard abducted a five-year-old girl from a playground and molested her.”
Wyatt noticed he was very skinny, bald on top, had a long gray beard and wrinkled skin. “How old is this fucker? He looks like Father Time”
Seth looked at his files. “It says here the pervert is eighty-one years old.”
Kenneth was aggravated. “He’s just an old man.”
“And?”
He looked at the hooks in John’s wrinkled penis and ball sack. “It ain’t right doin’ that to him.”
“You’re the one who picked him up.”
“I didn’t realize how old he was. It was dark.”
“Who cares? He’s still a child molester.”
“Don’t you have any compassion?”
“Not for molesters. And I know you don’t give a fuck about him either. You’re just being pissy because you had to take a dump in a bucket.”
He got mad and walked off.
Seth started pulling the deflated item from the box, stretching it out on the ground. Wyatt started helping him. “What is this?”
“A one-person helium balloon. I’ve had it for a while. I was just waiting for the right asshole to pilot it.”
Barry was intrigued and started helping too. “How high will this go?”
“High enough.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“I’m not a fucking balloon scientist.”
Barry laughed. “Wow! You don’t know everything.”
“Never said I did.”
Wyatt nodded towards John. “Why did you choose him for this?”
“Because he lured that child away from a playground with some balloons, so his punishment will fit his crime.”
“I’m just surprised you’re not doing something more extreme to him.”
“His fragile body wouldn’t be able to take it.”
“Is this balloon large enough to lift him?”
“Yeah. The calculations estimate he’ll make it to 15,000 feet, but at that altitude, if he doesn’t die from hypoxemia, he’ll freeze to death.”
Barry glared at Seth. “You told me you didn’t know how high he would go.”
“I get tired of explaining shit to you.”
He pointed at Wyatt. “You don’t have an issue explaining shit to that fucker.”
“That’s because he wouldn’t ask me follow up questions that are dumb.”
“And what kind of dumb questions do you think I’d ask?”
“At 15,000 feet, will he be entering space.”
“Well, will he?”
“Point made.”
When they had the balloon stretched out on the ground, Seth connected it to a large helium tank and started filling it up. He handed the nozzle to Missy. “Please take over. It’s gonna be about thirty minutes before it fills up all the way. We need to have him airborne before the sun rises.” He looked at his watch. “And that’s in forty-two minutes. If he’s not on his way before then, we will draw attention to ourselves.” He looked at Wyatt and Barry. “You two need to hold onto the balloon’s tethers and keep it on the ground while I get John ready.” He injected John in the neck with a one syringe before proceeding to inject his arms and legs with a different one.
Wyatt was watching Seth. “What are you giving him?”
“The first injection was Naloxone. It reverses the effects of the fentanyl so he’ll wake up. These other injections are to temporally numb his limbs so he can’t fight back.”
Within seconds, John started coming around. Seth knelt beside him. “Hey, asshole! You ready to take the ride of your life?”
John looked around in a panic. “Where am I?” He tried to move. “What’s wrong with me? I can’t feel my arms and legs.”
“I injected a local anesthetic into your limbs so you can’t move.”
“Are you a doctor? Was I in an accident?’
“No, and no. But, you are being punished for what you did to that kid.”
He started freaking out. “What? What kid? Who are you?”
Seth secured a cord around his wrist that was tied to a knife. “You will have several options once the anesthetic wears off. I’ve strapped a knife to your wrist so you’ll have the choice….”
“Please tell me what’s going on!”
“I’m trying, asshole. Be quiet so I can explain it.”
“Okay, okay!”
“Like I was saying, I’ve strapped a knife to your wrist. If you want to live, you’re going to have to cut your dick and balls off, then pull the….”
“Cut my dick and balls off? What are you talking about?”
Seth held up a needle with thread. “Interrupt me again and I’ll sew your mouth shut.”
His eyes grew huge. “Uh… I….”
“Okay, now back to what I was trying to tell you. If you want to live, you’ll have to have to cut your dick and balls off, and then pull the ripcord on your parachute. You also have a backup chute in case the primary fails. And FYI, you won’t be able to cut the wires tied to the hooks—they’re stainless steel, braided cables. If you want to say fuck it and choose to die, you can either cut your throat with the knife, or just wait until the explosive on the balloon detonates. I packed it with ball bearings so it’ll take you out too. The timer will be set for two hours after liftoff.” Seth could tell he wanted to speak. “You can talk now.”
“Why are you doing this to me?”
“You know why. Any other questions?”
“Please don’t do this! You have me confused with someone else!”
Seth fastened a piece of duct tape across his mouth and strapped a camera to his head. He looked at the others. “These fuckers will lie no matter how old they are.”
By now, the balloon was getting full. Wyatt and Barry were starting to have a difficult time holding it down. Wyatt yelled at Seth. “Hey! T
his thing is about to get away from us!”
Seth noticed the sun was starting to rise and the balloon had expanded to a diameter of thirty-five feet. “Y’all keep hanging onto it. In a few more minutes it should be fully inflated.” Seth quickly set the timer on the explosive to two hours, had Missy close the fill port, then squatted next to John. “Time to go, pal.” He strapped a watch to his wrist. “Remember, you’ll have two hours before your balloon pops, which will be at 7:34. And you should start getting the feeling back in your arms and legs shortly before that.”
John’s eyes were big as medallions and he mumbled pleas through the tape, begging Seth not to do it.
Seth opened his laptop to ensure he was receiving the live feed from the camera. He turned it so John could see the screen. “Check that out. We’ll being taking the ride with you.”
Barry was excited though he struggled to hold the balloon’s tether. “Good! I was wondering how we were going to see what happens to his ass.”
“It isn’t worth doing unless we can watch.” Seth took a scalpel and cut across John’s abdomen from one side to the other, leaving only the thin parietal peritoneum membrane intact, then looked at Wyatt and Barry. “Let it go.” Seth ripped the tape from John’s mouth as the balloon jerked him off the ground. His screams echoed in all directions as he was lifted into the sky by his penis and ball sack.
Seth noticed Kenneth sitting on the tailgate of his truck. He yelled at him. “Hey! Your man friend is leaving! You wanna say goodbye?”
Kenneth shook his head as he walked toward the building.
Seth, Missy, Wyatt and Barry watched the balloon ascend. Once it finally disappeared into the darkness, they went inside the building.
Mama Said Knock You Out
Seth found Kenneth sitting on a table. “Dude, what’s wrong with you? The fucker was a child molester.”
“It just felt wrong doing that to an old man.”
“Fucking molesters come in all shapes, sizes and ages.”
“I know. I’ll get past it.”
“I have something planned that will be exciting. Kind of a treat for all your hard work.”
“What is it?”
“Go have a seat over there by the others. Allen and Harvey are going to put on a show for us.”
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