Randy and Walter: Killers

by Tristan Slaughter

  Behind Randy, Cheryl made a grunting sound and Randy turned to see her lying on the floor of the van gasping for breath. Dr. Stevens took the chance and ran away.

  Randy paid no attention to the fleeing doctor as he went to Cheryl. The bullet had found its way straight into her chest. He grabbed her and took her in his arms. Climbing out of the van, he started running to the hospital. He stopped when he realized that she was no longer breathing nor making any noise. He squatted down near the side of the hospital and put her body down.

  As the tears begin to stream down his face he realized something horrific. He was smiling.

  Two years after Cheryl died in the parking lot of the Rown Shore Hospital, Randy left the town behind him and returned to Birmington, North Carolina. There he got an apartment and yet another small-time, dead-end job that would never go anywhere. Now he was working in a little candle store. Not that it was that bad of a job, just boring. His life had once again become a bore and he managed to push the events of the hospital out of his mind. He even forgot Cheryl’s name.

  His apartment was only furnished with a bed, a couch, a little refrigerator and a microwave. He never thought about his mother anymore. In fact, he pretty much was able to forget everything from his past.

  That was until she began working in the same candle shop as him.

  Where he worked was a place called Copy Candles, a little place on the edge of town. Beside the shop were two other shops, a shirt designing shop and a printing shop.

  He was busy working on a set of holiday candles for Christmas the day she arrived for work. Her hair was a bit longer but he immediately knew who she was. Even though he’d forgotten everything else, he never forgot her.

  She was introduced to everyone in the shop as Amy Hornthwait. She looked at him as he stared back at her and their eyes met. Even though he was angry at first, when she looked at him, his anger dissipated and he felt fascinated. There was something about her, something he liked. It wasn’t her looks, although her looks were still wonderful. She was just as beautiful as she had been that day at the bar.

  She wore a pair of tight blue jeans and a white tank-top with no jewelry in sight. It was a look that said she just didn’t care how she looked, but her hair and face told a different story. She wore blue eye shadow that brought out her blue eyes, red lipstick and hair that was pulled neatly into a ponytail, the latter hanging halfway down her back. Three strands of hair were pulled gently over her face and then braided; a style that only a girl like her could pull off.

  Either it was fate or luck but she was stationed at the table beside him, just close enough for the two to carry on a discreet conversation. She stood next to him for a moment without looking at him or saying anything.

  When she finally did speak, she said, “I’m sorry for what happened.”

  Randy glanced over at her and saw in her face that she meant it so he replied, “I hated you and blamed you for a while but its okay now. Forget it.”

  “I don’t know who that guy was that night, I swear. No one did. He wasn’t even drinking in the bar. In fact, after he dropped you on the sidewalk and you were out of it, he told everyone to go inside. Then he left.”

  “So that’s why you all left me? You were scared? I remember you were all laughing when he grabbed me.”

  “I wasn’t laughing.”

  He looked into her eyes and once again saw she wasn’t lying to him. He felt a smile cross his face as he said, “Then let’s start over. Let me take you out to dinner tonight.”

  She looked at him, amazed that he said such a thing so quickly.

  A look of disappointment crossed her face as she answered him, “I can’t. I’m married. I got married a year ago.”

  Randy wasn’t put off by this, in fact now he wanted her worse than ever.

  “That’s okay. Let’s go get some coffee then. There’s a nice coffee shop right down the road from here.”

  She smiled at him and replied, “Caruthers coffee. It just opened last week.”

  “Yeah, that’s the place, and it has some very good coffee, too.”

  “Just coffee?” she asked

  “ Yup, just coffee.”

  They both smiled and went back to work.

  Copy Candles closed at 4:15 that afternoon and the two of them walked down the sidewalk to Caruthers Coffee.

  “Do you usually walk?” she asked him as they made their way there.

  “Yes, afraid so. I don’t have a car and my apartment is right down the road from the coffee shop. So, how long have you lived here?”

  “Since I got married. My husband and I left Rapshure a year ago. We were headed to New York but when we saw this place we decided to stay. It’s so peaceful here.”

  “Yeah. It is peaceful.”

  “We found a house and bought it right away. My husband always has money. Maybe that’s why I married him.”

  They reached the coffee shop as the sun went down. The pair sat at a booth near the back wall. They ordered their coffees and sat for a while, talking of the past and the present. They discussed movies and music and finally exchanged phone numbers. They were sitting quietly, enjoying their fourth and fifth cups together when Amy’s expression changed. She stood up, a look of shock covering her once smiling face. The shocked look then became anger. Randy looked behind him to see what she was looking at.

  Outside the window, a man and a young girl probably no older than seventeen were walking down the sidewalk. They had stopped to kiss.

  “That’s my husband,” Amy gasped through clenched teeth. Before he could stop her, she took off running and bolted out the door in a matter of seconds. She confronted the pair as Randy watched, not sure whether or not to help her.

  He decided to let her do this herself for he would only complicate things more. From the movement of her lips and the swinging of her arms and hands it was obvious she was yelling at her husband, maybe even cursing him. Her husband just stood there watching with the girl next to him. But then he said something that angered her even more. In fact, she punched him right in the nose. The girl, who’d been standing calmly by him, ran the other way, not wanting to get caught up in the drama.

  Amy ignored her, and instead focused her wrath on her husband. She kicked him in the groin and then turned and walked back inside the coffee shop, leaving him outside on his knees.

  She walked over to Randy and sat back down across from him. She looked into his eyes. “I’m getting a divorce,” she said casually.

  Randy only nodded but it seemed that fate seems to have a style all its own.

  Three months later, the divorce was finalized.

  It was a lengthy process, however one-sided. It seemed as if her husband had been seeing young teenage girls for the past six months. He was a teacher who had also taught the same girls in his class. So, because of this scandal, Amy found herself with everything. All his money and the home he had bought; a white, newly painted two-story house right down the road from both the Birmington elementary school and Caruthers coffee shop.

  Her ex-husband was sentenced to prison for fifteen years for statutory rape. Because of the large amount of money and the new home, Amy no longer worked at the candle shop.

  Randy, however continued to work. He went with her to the courthouse during the divorce to help keep her calm and over the past three months, the two had become lovers and it wasn’t long until he found himself living in the white, two-story house with her. Together they refurnished the house and put up new wall paper and changed the drapes. All her husband’s things were either sold or given to Goodwill.

  Life for the new couple was filled with happy days and nights. They would always get up early and go down to Caruthers for a cup of coffee and a bagel, then he walked her home before going to work. The two did everything together. They got groceries and went to the movies among other things, just like any other normal couple. And they made love almost every night.

  After a year of living together, the two finally decided
to get married. It was Randy who asked, as any man should if he feels up to the task.

  It was a Thursday night at a little restaurant they sometimes went to called Sporazzis. He ordered a bottle of wine along with their food. As they sat drinking their wine, Randy reached into his pocket and pulled out the small velvet black case and set it in front of her. She stopped drinking and set her glass down, and looking straight at Randy, she began to laugh.

  He looked at her quizzically and was about to get up and leave when she pulled out a similar black velvet case and set it down in front of him. He realized then what was going on. She had planned to ask him the same question. Without ever answering each other, the two began to laugh.

  Somewhere in his head, a little red-haired girl was also laughing.

  The wedding wasn’t very much. They decided on going to the courthouse and just getting married quickly and easily with just a form saying they were now legally married. Their marriage to each other was, for a time, good. They continued their daily routine of him working during the day while she stayed home and kept things clean and got dinner ready. It was six months into the marriage when Randy began to lose something inside him.

  He wasn’t quite sure as of what it was. It happened on a Friday when he was called into his boss’ office. His boss was a short, round little man with a scraggly beard and little beady eyes that darted back and forth as if eternally searching for something.

  When Randy entered his office, the man was sitting behind his desk, gazing over a stack of papers at Randy. He asked him to sit and Randy obliged.

  “Randy,” he said. “You’ve worked here for a while now. But over the past several months your work has become sloppy.” He paused to light a cigar, then continued. “So, I’m sorry to tell you this but I have to fire you. Not because you’ve been sloppy but because we just don’t need you right now.” With this said, he handed an envelope to Randy who took it without saying a word.

  Randy stood and left the shop, oddly not caring too much.

  With his day cut short, he walked home. He had no need to open the envelope for he already knew what it was. It was his final pay check. When he arrived home, he immediately noticed that something was off in the house. Nothing was straightened and no lights were on. He called out to Amy who called back, “In here.”

  She was in the bedroom. He went to their bedroom to find her sitting on the edge of the bed, her hands in her lap.

  He could see something was bothering her so he asked, “What’s wrong?”

  “I’m pregnant,” she answered simply.

  Randy didn’t want to hear anymore so he went into the living room and dropped the envelope onto the table. Sitting on the couch, he put his head in his hands. If by some odd occurrence he had a daughter with red hair, he would lose his mind.

  The next day, Randy decided to release some aggression. He found himself at the candle shop; at the back door. He pulled a knife from a sheath on his belt and silently opened the back door. It was a Saturday so the only person who was in the shop was the boss. Randy knew that more than likely the boss would be sitting in his office.

  Randy carried a gas can filled to the top with gas in his other hand. He walked silently to the boss’ office and peered past the partially opened door. There he was, his ex-boss, sitting at his desk looking through papers. He looked up and stared at Randy, surprised to see him standing there.

  The two men just stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. Then Randy went into action.

  He ran at his ex-boss, the knife held high in his hand. Dropping the gas can to the floor, he used his free hand to grab the man by his shirt collar and pull him out of his chair. Staring at the knife, his boss began begging for his life, but Randy shut him up when he brought the knife down and into the top of his head.

  Randy threw his ex-boss’ body to the floor and slid the knife out as he did so. Randy stood over his lifeless body for a few minutes, staring at what he did. He smiled, but only for a moment; right before he started throwing up his lunch all over the corpse.

  He resheathed the knife and picked up the gas can.

  Quickly, gas was poured all around the shop and Randy stood at the back door for a moment, admiring his work. Then he threw the empty can into the shop and lit a match. He dropped it into the gas puddle on the floor and watched as the flames began to consume everything. He stood at the base of the fire, marveling at what he’d done. It was so beautiful, the fire seeming to dance around in circles as if it was some sort of fiery ballet of reds and oranges. Smoke rolled out the doors and around his feet.

  It was at that exact moment that Randy knew what his future was going to be and he knew he was going to love every second of it.

  It was on a cold day in December when Georgia Lynn Barcer was born. She was born at 3:05 pm at the local hospital in Birmington, North Carolina. The birth was nothing at all like the one he’d seen in his dream from so many years ago. Nor did his daughter have red hair like the little girl that had plagued his dreams for so long ago. Instead, she had thin brunette hair just like her mother’s. Even then, caked in blood and strange fluids, she was the loveliest thing he’d ever seen. Randy stared at his daughter and wife and felt as if everything was just right in the world.

  For three full days, mother and daughter stayed in the hospital until the doctors said it was okay for them to leave.

  Back home, before the birth, Randy had spent the past several months building a nursery for their daughter. He and Amy had gotten all sorts of items for an infant and the room was bursting with odds and ends.

  Because neither of them worked, they both spent all their time raising their daughter. Day and night they watched over her, two parents doing everything they can to ensure their daughter had the best in what life had to offer.

  But as time passed, Randy began to exhibit very odd behavior. He would constantly stand above his daughter’s bed and watch her sleeping. As he stood there with both hands on the side of the crib, he would take one hand and rub the infant all over. His eyes glowered over her. He did this ritual almost every night, making sure Amy was asleep before he did it, though a couple of times the baby woke and started to cry. Not wanting Amy to discover him, he put one hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. He would make sure to never keep his hand over her mouth for more than a few seconds at a time. He was careful as he wouldn’t dare kill her. He just couldn’t stand losing her.

  As the years passed and Georgia got older, her appearance flowered. She was absolutely marvelous, a beauty that nothing else could stand up to.

  Randy was obsessed with his daughter. He watched her every day. At night while she slept, he would always go into her room and watch over her. He found his thoughts going beyond the weird and obsessive to the depraved and abrasive. When she started going to school, he would leave the house and watch her playing in the playground or just sit and wait for her to appear outside. His obsession became worse and worse and he soon began to fantasize.

  His first fantasy happened a little after midnight as he and Amy were getting undressed for bed. He looked at his wife’s naked body and pictured his daughter standing there before him. He then imagined her lying on the bed with her legs spread wide.

  Her hand moved towards her lower parts and rubbed in a circular motion while her other hand beckoned for him. This fantasy spawned an erection that his wife noticed, but she vainly thought it was her own naked body that had earned his excitement.

  She walked to him and grasped his member in her hand and stroked it. He grabbed her by her hair, while in his mind, his daughter was the one getting this treatment.

  She leaned in to kiss him but he instead pushed her head down. She obliged, getting to her knees and putting his cock in her mouth. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. His daughter was there on the floor before him sucking and gagging on his throbbing member. His wife backed away and he grabbed her waist and turned her around towards the bed. Taking a handful of her hair, he bent her over and pulled h
er head back roughly. He jammed himself deep into her sopping wet pussy so hard she cried out in pain.

  But in his mind it was his daughter’s hair and her pussy taking the abuse. The beast-like prose continued for a little over three hours. Randy fucked Amy in every way possible all the while imagining it was his daughter.

  Soon afterwards, they collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.

  Well, Randy fell asleep; Amy didn’t. Instead, she lay quietly there beside her husband, afraid.

  He had never taken her like that before and she remembered the look in his eyes, the gleam within of what she didn’t want to think about.

  She knew something was wrong with him but she just had no idea what it was.

  As she lay there listening to Randy sleep, his breathing a steady rhythm, she doubted she would ever sleep again.

  On Georgia’s eighth birthday, she invited all of her friends to her house for a birthday party. Amy was busy in the kitchen getting snacks and drinks ready along with cake and ice cream. Randy stood in the doorway to their living room watching the children run around the house and his daughter in the middle of all the activity.

  Something was happening to him he couldn’t control.

  They all seemed so innocent, so attractive. He was staring at many of the young girls in the house, crafting fantasies about them, becoming increasingly aroused by their innocence.

  Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore and he went into the bathroom to release himself. As he stood in the bathroom, jerking his meat back and forth, he looked at himself in the mirror and started to cry. He stopped pleasing himself and fell to his knees in shame.

  He slammed his fists upon the floor several times, breaking his knuckles and tearing the skin away. Standing up, he put his hands against the sink and stared deep into his eyes and hated what he saw.

  In a fit of rage, he punched the mirror and it shattered into several pieces. He picked up a piece and put it to his wrist to slice open his veins. He knew he should do it, unfortunately he was just too much of a coward. He dropped the piece into the sink and left the bathroom.