Randy and Walter: Killers

by Tristan Slaughter

  Walter shrugged. “I felt like it. I like to do things I want to do.”

  “You’re sick.”

  “You’re the last person in the world to call me that. After what you did to your own family,” Walter grinned.

  “How’d you know how to find me? How do you know anything about me?”

  “I’ve been watching you for a while now. I watched you when you attacked and killed your wife and daughter. You really should trim back those bushes around the house; they’re perfect for someone to hide in.”

  “What do you mean compete?”

  “Simple, Rand’ ole chum. Now pay attention, ‘cause I’m only gonna say this once. I’ll give you a name or two and where to find them and we see which one of us can get to them first.”

  “That’s unfair.”

  “It’s the rules. Don’t worry, I won’t cheat.”

  “What happens if I win?”

  “Then I’ll leave you alone. But if I win...” Walter trailed off for a second, glancing outside the window. He looked back at Randy who stood patiently and continued. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”

  Walter stood up and walked over to Randy until the two were standing face to face.

  “There are two girls. Twins actually, named Jeanne and Jenn,” Walter said. “They’re going to see a movie tonight with their boyfriends. Now remember, this is only a test run, mind you.” He turned to leave but before he exited the house, he paused and turned back to Randy and said, “I suggest you start looking for them at the theaters closest to here. Good luck.”

  With Randy standing with his mouth hanging open, Walter left, closing the door behind him.

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  RANDY AND WALTER: KILLERS

  Chapter 3

  West End Theater was located in the middle of town. It wasn’t as close as Caruthers Coffee so Randy had to drive. It took him a little more than an hour to get to West End. When he was finally pulling into the parking lot, the sun was already going down.

  Night time was coming closer and Randy didn’t know what the girls looked like or even what specific time they would be arriving. Nor did he know what movie they were going to see. As far as Randy could tell, there was nothing good playing. Just a couple of teenie-bopper pg-13 horror movies, an animated knock-off of some animated movie, and some stupid comedy about stoners. Just your everyday usual stuff, nothing really worth any money.

  Randy sat in his car for a few minutes, watching the few customers walking into the theater. The theater itself was aged and decrepit. It looked like something straight out of a horror movie. The paint on the brick walls was peeling off and the glass doors were covered with a thin layer of dust.

  Someone had thrown up on the outside sidewalk and there was some sort of fungus growing between the cracks. All this Randy noticed as he left his car and walked towards the glass front doors. He was here once before when he was a kid.

  He and his mother had taken a day to go and see a movie. The movie, Randy remembered, was actually quite good. It was a movie about aliens. He just couldn’t remember the name of it.

  In his head, Randy went back to those days of such bliss, when everything seemed to go so right. Somehow, everything seemed to be her fault. It was his beautiful mother who had somehow started all this.

  Laughter. A girl’s laughter. No, the laughter of two girls which was quickly followed by the laughter of two guys. The laughs and guffaws were coming from somewhere around the theater. It wasn’t loud, but it wasn’t quiet either. Randy turned to follow the laughter, his hand sliding down into his coat pocket and around the handle of the knife hidden within. The laughter was coming from around the side of the theater. The first thing Randy noticed as he neared the corner was the pungent smell of marijuana. A cloud of smoke rolled around the corner to dissipate into nothing on the wind. Randy put his back against the wall and peered around the corner.

  My God what he saw there was frightening. The twins and their boyfriends stood huddled in a group, passing a joint between them. The twins were the most beautiful things he’d ever seen. They were both tall, thin blondes, their bodies shaped perfectly and their skin smooth and shiny; absolutely flawless. Their blue eyes, although red and watered from the pot they were smoking, were simply stunning. The two boys were just your average high school kids.

  Football jackets worn and faded and thick blue jeans covered what were possibly muscular bodies. They both wore baseball hats that were turned backwards. Their faces looked as if no facial hair would ever erupt from the pores of their skin.

  Yet, none of this frightened Randy. It was the fifth person that frightened Randy.

  Walter stood close to the huddled group, a thick, yet fake smile covering his face.

  Almost as if he heard Randy’s thoughts, he looked up and saw Randy. He winked and moved his hand inside his trench coat.

  Backing up, Walter withdrew a crowbar. He raised it above the closest boy’s head, the hooked end pointing downwards. With a quick slash, he brought the crowbar down to the back of the kid’s head, the hook splitting through the skull. The kids all turned and looked at Walter, too shocked yet to do anything but stare.

  But then, like a light switch had been flicked, they started to scream and turned to run away. As they dashed for the street, Randy turned the corner and blocked their path. He withdrew the knife and came towards the second boy. He looked quickly at the twins who were kneeling on the ground now, holding each other and crying. One of them started pissing her pants and the other followed closely behind her sister.

  Randy looked at the boy who had stopped screaming. He wasn’t moving and something was poking through his chest. It took Randy a moment to realize it was the other end of the crowbar that had been plunged through his torso from behind. Walter stood behind the boy, his face expressionless. He withdrew the crowbar and turned to look at the girls as did Randy.

  Randy looked back at Walter and then back at the girls. He put the knife back into his pocket and screamed, “Quickly! Come with me!” The girls looked at him questioningly wondering if they could trust him. Walter was now moving closer to the girls with no rush, as if he didn’t care.

  “Come on,” Randy said. “This guy’s going to kill you! You’ll be safe with me!”

  The two girls stood up and followed him. He turned and ran, looking back to make sure they were still behind him. They finally reached his car and he got in, unlocking the doors as he did so. The twins got into the back, still shaking and crying. They closed the car doors behind them and Randy started the car.

  As he was leaving, he noticed Walter who still stood beside the theater. He was smiling at him, but Randy couldn’t tell if it was a fake or real smile. This guy either hated Randy or he just didn’t care either way. For some reason, Randy had the feeling that all of this was just fun for Walter.

  He drove out of the parking lot of the theater, speeding down the road and away from the horror of it all. Randy smiled; he had what he wanted. With a glimmer in his eyes, he looked into the rearview mirror at the two shaking girls. If anyone was going to ruin their perfect bodies it was going to be him.

  With a smile on his face he couldn’t wipe off if he wanted to, he drove home with his two new charges, who were still holding each other and crying softly in the backseat.

  It was nice and dark when Randy pulled into his driveway. The neighbor’s lights were off so everyone around him was in bed with no troubles or nightmares to plague their sleep. One of the girls finally began to speak, “Where are we?”

  Randy turned and looked back at them, smiling as he said, “Safe. Don’t worry, he won’t find us here.”

  The two looked at each other in worry. Randy kept on, “Don’t worry, I want to help you.”

  He got out of the car and they followed closely behind him as he walked onto the porch. He opened the front door and held it open for them. They silently and slowly walked inside. He followed them, closing the front door as he did so. Their backs were facing h
im, giving him the perfect chance. He grabbed the closest thing to him which happened to be a ceramic vase on the small table by the door. He gripped it tightly and quickly ran up behind the twins.

  He brought the vase up and then down upon the first girl’s head with a loud crash. The vase broke into a dozen pieces and fell to the floor, as did the girl’s body. The other girl turned to look at him, her eyes wide with fright. He grabbed her tightly by her waist and said, “If you want you and your sister to live, you’ll do exactly as I say.”

  She started crying again, realizing she’d been tricked. Her head nodded okay as she closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks.

  Randy smiled and led her into his bedroom. “Strip and lie down.”

  She did as she was told, crying all the while. Her hands lifted her shirt off, revealing pure, silky smooth skin. She wore a black bra.

  “Take it off,” he told her while licking his lips.

  Once again, she followed his command. She reached behind her and unsnapped the bra. The straps slid down her arms and she dropped it to the floor. He heard the footsteps coming up behind him. He turned quickly and caught the other twin by the throat. The half naked one started to run at him as well. He easily grabbed her by the throat, too.

  He turned around, holding them both in his hands like a pair of bookends, and then he threw them to the floor while laughing.

  “We can do this easy or we can make it hard. Just do as I say and you can leave when it’s over.”

  The twins’ confidence was gone, the fight had left them. Fear gripped them in its icy grasp. Randy knew this, he could tell; see it in their eyes. You can always tell when someone is afraid. The twins were his to do with what he pleased.

  Randy looked at the still dressed twin, “Take off your clothes, now.” She lowered her head, her tears falling to the floor. The girl did as she was told. Her body was exactly the same as her sister’s; beautiful and flawless.

  “Stand up and turn around,” Randy said as he unzipped himself. “Face your sister. You…open your legs and slide nearly off the bed.”

  The two did as they were told. He grabbed the girl who was standing by her hair and forced her head down into her sister’s gaping chasm.

  “Breathe in it,” he said as he began to stroke himself. The girl on the bed was crying, yet her cries were mixed with moans. They weren’t the moans of pure pleasure though, they were moans of fear and revulsion. The other girl started to make a gagging sound as if she wanted to be sick. Her body was convulsing beneath Randy’s tight grasp. The other girl looked at her sister with worry in her eyes. She was crying as her sister gagged for air. Then something thick and smelly was covering her body and the bed; a thick smell of dried fruit mixed with the pungent odor of rotten beef and eggs. The girl had thrown up, and some of it had leaked into her sister. She immediately turned her head and began to vomit, too. The smell was powerful, overwhelming. Randy didn’t notice any of it. He was in his own world of desires. He released the girl’s hair and her head came up quickly, her mouth slicked over with a trail of brownish-green puke. She puked once again and started crying while taking long heaving breaths. Her face showed that of torment and pain.

  Not even noticing what he was doing, Randy wrapped his hand around the girl’s throat and began to squeeze. The girl started gasping for air, her hands reaching up to his wrist, her nails scratching through his flesh roughly. Something was caught in her throat, probably more vomit. Her sister watched with her mouth wide open; she started to scream and back up. Randy snapped back into the room from his fugue state. He realized what he was doing, but still he didn’t release her, instead he picked her up by the throat, her ass scraping along his body as she was held up in the air.

  With the last bit of strength she had, the other girl pounced off the bed and grabbed the lamp off of the nearby night stand and ran at Randy. Her plan was to smash him in the head with it. He wasn’t paying any attention to the girl running at him as he was fixated on the struggling, dying girl in his grasp. She’d almost reached him when she felt the pain of something being pushed into her stomach. It was then she noticed the other man. The man she had seen at the theater clasped in black leather with an expressionless face that seemed to peer into the very corners of her soul.

  Somehow, she was glad this man was here, she was relieved to have been taken quickly rather than suffer unto the other one as her sister had. Her body fell limp and she dropped to the wooden floor, her blood washing over the planks like something filled with red syrup had been overturned.

  The crowbar stuck up through her body towards the heavens, its tip gleaming in crimson.

  Randy looked over at his brother and dropped the other girl’s lifeless body to the floor. She fell beside her sister the two lying side by side as if it had always been their fate to die together. Walter looked deep into the eyes of his brother and said one thing before he left: “You’re such an amateur.” Then he walked out of the room and then the house, closing the doors behind him.

  Randy lowered his head and stared at the two corpses at his feet. He stared at the blood-covered floor, stared at the vomit covered bed. As he stared at the two naked bodies and realized his penis had once again became fully erect. He grasped it with one hand and began to manually please himself as he stared upon the scene before him. He fell to his knees, his arm moving quickly and violently. A single tear dropped out of his eye. He knew who he was, and he hated it.

  He finished quickly, without a word or a moan. He was silent and staring, his eyes darting around the room at what he had done.

  It was time to start cleaning up.

  The first thing Randy did was pick up the bodies and carry them to the basement. Using an axe, he began to chop apart the corpses. He started with the limbs first, chopping madly away at the tops of the arms where the arm meets the shoulder. The bones cracked and broke underneath the weight of the axe. Then it came apart as if it was just a piece of meat you may see at the butcher shop. Then he struck at the elbows and smiled when they came apart as well. Randy followed his pattern downwards to the legs, starting first at the top near the base of the hips. Afterwards, he went to the knees then the ankles. He left the heads for last.

  After he finished chopping the bodies apart in sections, he turned quickly and threw up onto the floor. He hadn’t eaten anything lately so it was just a gush of foul-tasting liquid that came out as if he were a fountain. He turned back and continued his work. The limbs and heads were gathered together and put into a large, cast-iron drum he’d recently put in the basement. He put the torsos in afterwards and had to take the base of the axe and smash it down into the drum. Even though the parts still came to the top, they were crammed in just enough. Randy took a gas can sitting near him and poured it into the drum. Striking a match, he dropped it into the drum which immediately caught fire. He stood back and dropped the axe which fell to the floor with a loud smash. The flames were almost alive and dancing around the top of the drum. It was as if they had a thousand tiny hands which rose upwards towards the roof of the basement. The dark basement around him had come alive with a sickening red light as if Hell itself was erupting from within the metal drum.

  Randy stood motionless as he watched the fire burn. The smell of burning flesh and hair didn’t bother him. The black smoke was filling the basement and this didn’t bother him either.

  What did bother him was the thought that had crept into his mind. The thought of a little red-haired girl looking at him through the darkness, her vexing smile promising more to come. Promising much worse things to come.

  After a while the smoke was getting to his eyes and nose. He found it hard to breathe, and although the smell was invigorating to his nostrils, it was also burning. A fine layer of sweat was covering his skin and stinking up his clothes which clung to him like cellophane. He quickly walked around the basement, or rather stumbled, his hands searching for the small window which was hidden against one of the walls within the smoke. It took him nearly
fifteen minutes, but he finally did find the window. He opened the latch and with a push popped the stained glass open as wide as it would go. The smoke immediately began to run outside as if escaping the clutches of something evil. He turned back and wiped his eyes, still blinded by smoke. Randy saw light leading upwards into the innards of the house, an escape from the burning stench of flame and smoke. It was finally bothering him. So much, in fact, that he thought that at any moment he may pass out from asphyxiation. He ran blindly through the smoke towards the light. He could feel the stairs coming closer to him, but he reached them too quick and tripped and fell. His chin smashed down hard onto the wooden step. Randy ignored the pain and climbed to his feet. He ascended the stairs two at a time. He plunged out of the red darkness and into the bright house. The smell was lingering throughout the house along with the smoke which seemed to lurch from room to room. He ran all through the house opening every window he could find.

  After every window in the home was open, Randy walked out onto the front porch, still covered in blood with black ash stuck along his skin. He looked almost like a portrait painted by some depressed suicidal Goth chick, standing on his front porch drenched in blood and soot. In the silent darkness before him, he could make out a single outline. The outline of a man standing at the edge of his yard.

  And then he heard the faint sound of laughter. He grimaced, knowing who the outline was and went back inside, slamming the door closed behind him.

  Randy was still covered in blood and ash when he awoke the next morning in the middle of the basement floor. Sometime during the night, he’d finished cleaning up. Everything in the house was scrubbed clean. The only blood that was left was the layer covering his clothes and skin. The smoke had stopped rolling and the fire had died, yet the smell still lingered in the air.

  Randy stood up slowly and began to walk up the stairs when he heard clapping coming from behind him. He turned to face Walter, who leaned against a far wall hidden in the shadows.