Randy and Walter: Killers

by Tristan Slaughter

  “No.”

  “Then you have to wait in the lobby.”

  “But...” he was interrupted.

  “Now please, sir, she’ll be in good hands. We’ll let you know as soon as we know more, I promise.” Then he was gone.

  Without another word, Randy went back to the lobby. He sat alone in the bright white lobby near a middle-aged couple, some kids, an old man, an old lady, and a group of black friends. He looked up at the TV. The news was on. Some homosexual looking man wearing a tan suit sat next to what was probably the ugliest bitch ever to be on live TV. They were talking about the weather, about how hot it was going to get in the next month. They were laughing as if everything they said was funny. He took his eyes away and watched the receptionist. She was quite attractive. She looked like she had either just graduated college or was still in it. She paid no attention to anyone around her. She seemed lost in her own little world. Randy realized he was nearly drooling over her. He also noticed that he had an erection.

  Someone around him may have noticed as well but if they did they didn’t mention it, or whispered about it with giggles or disgust. Even if they did he didn’t care. He couldn’t care.

  Another woman walked in dressed in a nurse’s outfit. She walked around the reception desk and stood next to the attractive college girl. The other woman wasn’t nearly as cute. She was fat and looked as though a week on the Subway diet may do her some good, if she could stop eating grease for a second. She wore a beehive hairdo which made her look just as ugly. She looked like that one aunt that everyone has, the one that always brings around fruitcake and gives socks to you for Christmas. And she always seems to smell like carrots or some kind of fruit or vegetable. That was definitely this lady. The attractive girl looked like your average everyday college girl with the ambition but not the drive, the money but not the concern. She probably had a nice car her father had bought for her, a trampy mother, skanky sister and currently dated a barrage of jock types. She probably spent most of her time at a mall or coffee shop, fucking and drinking and spending all her parents’ money on bullshit clothes.

  Something about all of this sent Randy over the edge.

  She got up and the ugly one took her seat. She was leaving, it was his perfect chance. He stood up and left before her. He walked outside and then around the corner of the hospital and waited, watching silently for her.

  She was exiting through the same doors he’d used and was now walking along the sidewalk towards him. He backed up farther and kneeled behind a nearby bush. The bush worked perfectly. It was big enough for someone to hide inside of. There was even a gap in the back of it so he could get in and exit it easily. He could even pull her inside and do whatever he wanted to her. He climbed inside and peered between the leaves. She was walking past the bush, slowly and casually; close enough for him to reach out and grab her.

  Which is what he did.

  He popped out of the bush behind her like a jack-in-the-box and grabbed her by her hair, yanking her into the bush with him. He pulled her down to the ground and stuffed a handkerchief into her mouth. Her eyes were screaming at him and her arms were thrashing, her fingernails clawing at his skin. To shut her up and keep her down he balled a fist and struck her in the face. One...two...three...four times he punched her until she was asleep, unconscious, unaware.

  He ripped apart her nurse’s pants and found she wasn’t wearing any panties, just like a college girl. Maybe she had even been a stripper or better still on Girls Gone Wild. He smiled at this and pushed all five of his fingers inside of her, relishing the warmness within. He could barely fit his fingers inside of her; maybe she wasn’t just another suburbanite whore. He pulled his fingers out and unzipped his pants, panting heavily the entire time.

  With one hand he pulled out his cock and placed it along the rim of her vagina. With a sharp thrust he penetrated her. Her eyes flew open and in a mad daze she started to fight again, but he wouldn’t be stopped; he couldn’t stop. He reached behind her head for a rock. He grasped it and raised himself a bit all the while still thrusting deeply into her. He gripped the rock tight, and as she struggled to break free, he brought it down onto her nose.

  Her hands stopped trying to hurt him and went to her now bleeding nose. Tears dropped out of her eyes and mixed with the blood now gushing from her flattened nose. He brought the rock down again and again and again until she was no longer moving, all the while thrusting with each blow of the rock, exposing the bone beneath her soft flesh. The blood flowed casually as if escaping from some abyss. He continued to thrust until he came inside her, grunting like an animal as his head filled with pleasure, all the while staring at the mangled mass that was her face. Then he stopped and pulled his dick out and slid it back inside his pants.

  He felt for a pulse; it was light but it was there. She wouldn’t survive another hit. So he hit her two more times, cracking the bone beneath. He felt her pulse again. This time there was no pulse. The pretty and bitchy receptionist was dead.

  Randy sat back on his haunches and found himself smiling. He wasn’t sick and feeling terrible about his actions this time.

  In fact this time he felt pleased. He’d enjoyed that immensely and he wanted more of it.

  He crawled out of the bushes stealthily and looked around to make sure it was clear.

  It was, no one was around.

  It was a fortunate occurrence that no windows or cameras were over him. Just a large brick wall bore witness to his sneaking from the bushes. He went to his car and drove it back to the bush, parking next to it. Then he popped the trunk. He made sure no one was watching before he placed the corpse into his trunk and slammed it shut.

  He drove back to where he was originally parked, thereby replacing the car in its parking spot, and opened the middle section of the seat. Inside were some bottled waters.

  He uncapped one of them and poured it into a rag he kept in the back seat. He scrubbed his hands and arms until the blood came off. He replaced his blood-stained shirt with another shirt he kept rolled up in the passenger floorboard. Then, all finished and looking as good as new, he exited his vehicle and went back into the hospital, hiding his smile as he did so.

  Almost as soon as he reentered the hospital he found himself in Kendra’s room. The delivery had gone flawless, a complete success. Kendra was just fine and so was the baby.

  Kendra looked up at Randy with a smile on her face. In her arms was Margaret Amanda Clouse, sucking hungrily at her mother’s left breast. Without a single word, Randy walked over to Kendra and stroked her hair and then looked down at the baby. He stroked the newborn’s head and smiled.

  He knew then that he was going to do the same thing to this child as he had done to his daughter. This child had not a worry in the world.

  If only she could have known that the owner of the hand touching the small head had such devious intentions.

  A feeling of deja-vu crept into Randy’s mind the day Kendra Clouse and baby Amanda Clouse moved into his house. Things had taken a turn for the worse for the factory. Employees had started getting laid off one by one until the factory closed down. Some would say it was because of the economy and financial disaster that was taking the country by storm. The truth was simple and stupid. The owner of Mellow Products, Devlin Mellow, had been caught with a prostitute by his wife, and in a jealous rage she had shot him in the head. Both him and the prostitute. She went to prison and Mellow Products was shut down.

  Without a job, Kendra had been unable to pay the rent on her small apartment and within a month of losing her job she had lost her home. It was Randy’s idea for her to move in with him. So she did, hesitantly at first, but eventually he was able to talk her into it.

  The first night together was wonderful. They had placed Amanda in a room all to herself. She was asleep in the white crib that had lovingly been built by Randy himself. The two of them sat together in the bedroom at the head of the bed. The conversation started about getting a job but it wound up with them
making love. The next morning, Randy was in the kitchen cooking breakfast when Kendra walked in behind him, holding Amanda. She sat at the marble table in the middle of the kitchen and looked at Randy who was smoking a cigarette.

  “Want some coffee and eggs?” he asked casually.

  “What I want is for you to put out that cigarette. We have to keep this place clean. It’s not fit for a young child to breathe in that second hand smoke.”

  Randy turned back to the stove and snubbed out his cigarette thinking, that bitch. He dropped the butt into a nearby ashtray, grabbed up a plate and scooped a spoon of scrambled eggs onto it. He set it on the table in front of her and grabbed a mug, filling it with coffee to then set it next to her plate.

  He smiled at her. “I’ll fix this place up real nice. Just you wait and see.”

  She smiled back and asked him to hold Amanda. He gladly took her and looked into the infant’s eyes.

  I’m not going through this bullshit again. I’ll find someone else, he thought to himself as he felt rage fill him up like living a beast wanting to break free of its bonds.

  Beside him, Kendra was drinking her coffee and eating her eggs.

  “Did you tell anyone you were moving in with me?” he asked her.

  She stopped eating and looked at Randy. “Who am I gonna tell? My parents have been dead for years and I don’t have any friends worth mentioning it to. I don’t even have any employees anymore. All I have is you and her. So who would I tell?”

  “Just curious,” he said with a smile. “You remember the hospital?”

  “What about it?”

  “Do you remember the other night on the news how it said that some receptionist had been missing for several days?”

  “Yeah.”

  “They blamed the boyfriend; even found some of her blood in his car but never found her body.”

  “Yes, Randy, he’s in jail awaiting trial now. It was just enough blood to arrest him on murder. Why?”

  He looked deep into her eyes and glared with a smirk on his face. “What if I told you that I killed that girl while you were in labor?”

  “What?” she gasped,

  “What if I told you that I killed my mother and her husband? How about if I told you I had a wife and daughter but I killed them, too?”

  “Randy, what the fuck are you...”

  “And what if I told you that I killed your chubby little niece? And that my brother killed your sister.”

  Kendra’s eyes went wide and the next gasp of air froze in her throat, her chest feeling like someone had slammed their foot into it. Randy watched her, seeing she looked as if she’d just been stabbed in the heart with an ice pick.

  Her face crunched up in equal measures of terror and hate. She started to get to her feet but found she couldn’t, her legs wouldn’t work. She couldn’t breathe, she was choking. She fell out of her chair and onto the floor; her body convulsing, her eyes wide with fear.

  Randy, still clutching the baby, kneeled next to her and rubbed her forehead with his free hand.

  “I thought I’d poison your eggs and coffee. The poison only works when taken together so you had to eat and drink both for it to work. I found it the other day at the dog pound when I went to rape and murder the girl that worked there. You should have seen it. I fed her body to the caged animals inside. I’ve never seen anything like it.” He shook his head sadly. “They should really feed those animals better.”

  She managed to choke out one word. “Why?”

  “Because I’ve realized how much I like that lifestyle. It’s fun. I enjoyed killing all those women and children; I just never wanted to accept it for what it was. For what I truly am.” He turned slightly and looked to the oven across the kitchen. “You know, I wonder what would happen to poor Amanda if I put her in the oven and turned it on.”

  She tried to move, tried to reach out and somehow save her baby but the poison wouldn’t let her. With a final breath she said her daughter’s name then her hand fell limp to the floor as her eyes watered over and she breathed no more.

  Blood and white bile ran out of her parted lips and onto the floor.

  Randy watched silently while holding the baby.

  “Damn, bitch, now I have to clean that up.” He glanced down at the sleeping baby huddled in his arms and sighed. “Oh, well, might as well finish everything while I feel so good. I’m not going through any more pain.”

  He stood up and crossed to the stove, opened it as if he was sliding in a cake, and placed the baby who was now crying on the bottom rack. He closed the door and turned the oven on to 450 degrees, whistling while he did this.

  Then he sat at the table and lit himself another cigarette. He sat so he could watch the oven. Staring at the glass door to the oven and smoking his cigarette, he smiled to himself, proud of what he was doing.

  Behind the glass, the baby was hysterically crying. He could see the heat rising as the heating elements slowly raised the oven to the proper temperature. The steam crept out of the vents at the top as if he was roasting a chicken. He stood for a second, only long enough to open a few windows.

  He put a small fan in the kitchen window to ensure that the smoke would flow outside. He may have been enjoying himself but he didn’t want to smell the stink of cooking baby. He opened the oven door and sat back in his chair at the table. The baby wasn’t crying anymore; instead the baby was on fire.

  The skin was melting away, the pink muscle and tissue bubbling away into nothing, leaving burnt bone exposed. He put out his cigarette and got back up. Even though the windows were open and some of the smoke was rolling outside, some of the smoke stayed within the house. It was filling the room with the smell of burning flesh and bone, reminding him of burnt pork mixed with the burning material of the blanket.

  Quite a powerful smell indeed. He turned the oven off, grabbed a jug and filled it with water. He dumped the water inside of the oven over the heap of crackling flames. The flames died and smoke billowed around the charred corpse.

  Using an oven mitt, he picked up the remains. He could still feel the heat from the small body. Well, it was no longer a body but instead it was a heap of tiny bones and a few remaining pieces of charred flesh and tissue.

  He carried the remains into the basement and dropped it to the floor like it was nothing more than a pile of dirty laundry. Then he went back upstairs to retrieve the other body. When he got back upstairs and into the kitchen, he realized just how horny the deaths had made him. Looking down at Kendra’s corpse, he felt himself with his hand. He caught himself and realized he needed to focus, so he stopped groping himself, picked up Kendra, and carried the corpse downstairs. He dropped her to the floor and left the basement, locking the door behind him.

  He wanted to fuck so bad it hurt, but he didn’t want Kendra.

  So he left the house and headed out in search of his next victim, smiling to himself the entire way.

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  RANDY AND WALTER: KILLERS

  Chapter 6

  Randy had lied to Kendra about the girl at the dog pound.

  But he had been watching her, however, for several months. Ever since the day he caught a stray dog in his yard. The dog was a small tan one. It looked like a mutt, something mixed with several other dogs, its head larger than the rest of its body. The dog’s snout protruded outwards towards the ground like a rejected muppet of some sort. He remembered calling the dog ‘Gonzo’s brother’ and laughing about it. He had no intention to hurt the dog and it seemed to have no intention on hurting him. The dog just calmly wobbled over to Randy’s feet and sagged its head, wanting attention.

  Its tail was short and stubby, and when Randy placed a hand on its head, the tail wagged frantically in circles. He put the dog in the car and drove it over to the pound as he had no intention of keeping the animal. He had never wanted a dog or any other kind of creature. In fact, Randy hated dogs and all other animals. To him they were pointless.

  Still, he didn’t want to kill the thing,
he just didn’t want it around him anymore. So he carried the dog over to the dog pound. The pound wasn’t very far away, just a left turn then an immediate right and he was there. The pound was located on a piece of land all its own with a chain link fence that twirled around the land. When he exited the car, he immediately smelled the stench of several different types of animals. It reminded him of a zoo. With the small dog no bigger than his forearm, he walked through the front door. The clerk at the desk looked up at him and smiled. The clerk was this skinny little man with a Twinkie in his hand and he had small round glasses that covered his eyes. He looked like the type of guy who watched one to many TV shows and would never get laid unless he paid for it. He had rosy cheeks and pimples covered the sides of his face. Randy walked over to the man and smiled back at him while holding up the dog.

  “This dog was in my yard and I don’t want it around.”

  “Do you have any neighbors?” the man asked.

  “No, I don’t think anyone around me has a dog.”

  “Well...okay then. Could you just fill this form out please while I go get Nancy?”

  The man pushed a clipboard across the desk to Randy who set the dog down on the floor next to him and grabbed the clipboard. The dog sat at his heels and panted loudly. Randy looked down, wanting to kick it but he pushed the urge away and sat in a nearby chair. He quickly filled the form out, and when he was finished, a woman came out. This was Nancy, the girl who worked at the pound.

  He remembered that day fondly as he now headed to the dog pound, thinking of Nancy, the girl he so eagerly wanted right now at ten in the morning on a Saturday.

  He only hoped she was working alone today. If not, it was still okay as he’d followed her home already on a previous day and knew where she lived.

  Nancy was so flawed, but oh so sweet that he immediately wanted her. She wore thin glasses over a sharp, freckled nose. Her red hair was shoulder length and it curled in at the ends. Her body wasn’t slim but it wasn’t pudgy either; there was just enough meat to grab onto. Her eyes were nothing special; in fact they had a dullness to them. It intrigued Randy to look upon someone so imperfect yet still see her as sexy at the same time. Her work suit was something a plumber might wear. It was obvious she was an animal catcher.