Randy and Walter: Killers

by Tristan Slaughter

  She was now running, or jogging rather, so he had to pick up his pace even more. He could only hope that no one else noticed him following the girl.

  He began to reconsider, thinking this was a stupid plan of action. His heart was racing in his chest and he began to sweat. If anybody noticed him then it would be all over. He started to turn back when she turned and ran into a driveway. He realized quickly that nobody was home; no cars were in the driveway, and she had her own key.

  He quietly watched her as she opened the front door and walked inside. He looked around the street to make sure no one was around. No one was on their front steps, no cars with people in them, and no one peering out of windows of neighboring homes.

  When he was satisfied it was safe, he rushed the front door before she could close it completely, his left foot jamming the door open like a vacuum salesman of old. She wasn’t even away from the door. He placed a hand over her mouth and slammed the door behind him.

  She was trying to scream, so he kneeled down and said quickly, “I’m not trying to scare you, honest. I just wanted to tell you a secret. Can I take my hand off your mouth without you screaming?” She nodded her head yes so he took his hand away.

  “What secret?” she asked with fear still gripped in her voice

  “Oh, it’s a good secret. Your parents don’t want you to know it. Do you?”

  The fear was fading gradually as she said, “Yes, Yes. What is it?”

  “Well, do you like school?”

  “School? Yes, I love school!”

  “Really, that’s good. How would you like to be placed in a special school that’s all about fun?”

  She started laughing and replied, “Yes, but there’s nothing like that, silly.”

  “Oh, yes, there is. But only for those who really want to go.”

  She started to say something but Randy heard a car pulling into the driveway outside. Out of time to play anymore games with the girl, he replaced his hand over her mouth, and with a clenched fist, he punched the top of her head. Her body slumped and was falling but he grabbed her up and headed towards the back door.

  In the back of this bland white house was an even more boring white kitchen. Here, there was a glass door that led out into the backyard. He left the house quickly and quietly, closing the door behind him. He was standing on a wooden patio with a silver grill; the girl slumped over his shoulder, blood trickling out of her nose and down his back. He jumped over the patio railing, holding tightly onto the girl as he fell to the grass below. He ran around the house and peered around the corner. Whoever had been driving the car was gone now, having entered the house. He snuck around the house and glanced around the street once again. No one else was around so he quickly ran across the road and into another backyard. He took another glance around but the area around him was empty of life.

  By coincidence or design, he wasn’t sure; he could actually see his house clearly through the trees from this spot. So quickly and carefully, he made his way towards his house. He finally reached the safety of his home, made his way to the front door, and then inside the house.

  She was starting to wake up and she was trying to say something as she squirmed about. He shook her and hissed, “Quiet, you little bitch. I’m about to show you a secret. Don’t worry, you’re gonna love it.”

  He started laughing chaotically, as though he’d just told a funny joke. She was still squirming and started to scream and cry. He opened the basement door and smiled at her. Seeing his face, she stopped crying as he held her in front of him.

  “Are you ready for the secret?”

  She shook her head yes and he smiled and gave her the secret. Without batting an eyelash, he leaned back and tossed her down the stairs like he was tossing a bag of trash. He watched as she bounced down the steps and slammed onto the concrete floor below, her body going limp immediately. She lay there, immobile, not so much as flinching an inch.

  Casually, he began to climb down the basement steps, pausing only to close the door behind him. Darkness enveloped him but Randy just smiled as he made his way down towards the still girl. He found her ankle with his hand and dragged her over to the chains. He dropped her roughly and checked her pulse.

  But he had miscalculated the fall to the basement floor and found she was no longer breathing. He sighed to himself, disappointed and stood back up. He kicked the girl’s lifeless body in anger. He flicked the light back on and glared at her small body.

  He got back down on his knees and tried CPR. He breathed air into her lungs and beat upon her chest. No response. The girl was dead. The fall had broken her neck.

  Frustrated, he stood back up and kicked her again.

  With nothing left to do, he carried her body to the new furnace and shoved her inside it. Then he started the fire. It grew quickly, the flames licking over the girl’s petite frame, and then something happened that Randy would never have expected.

  She started to move again.

  She was alive!

  He turned off the furnace and reached in to her but the metal burned his hands and he flew backwards, cursing a blue streak. He fell to the floor, landing hard. He laid there for a minute, dealing with his burned hands, until he heard her crying inside the furnace. Then he heard her moving around and whimpering, as if a scream wasn’t possible, like an animal run over on the road which now had half its body flattened.

  And she was trying to come out, to come to him.

  He stood up and saw her at the edge of the furnace’s door. The fire had only been on for a few seconds but it had still left its mark on her fragile flesh. Half of her face was now burnt and bleeding. The hair on her head had turned to ash as did the first few layers of her skin.

  Seeping blood covered her skin, across her body, and her clothes were gone, one shoe still clinging to her tiny foot but only halfway on.

  So she was halfway burnt, half naked and bleeding all over her body with third degree burns on the right side of her head and body. She reached out towards him and silently, between tears pleaded, “Help...please...help me.”

  He reached out to her and nodded his head. He took her hand and pulled her out, never realizing that the sharp metal of the furnace had caught her by her skin at the bottom of her neck. As he pulled her, the metal dug into her flesh and tore her skin as if she was being filleted like a fish. The pain was too intense for her to comprehend and she began to pass out. When he laid her out on the basement floor, she slumped to the cement floor in a heap, unconscious again. He realized what had happened and stepped back. The skin that had been pulled off of her now flapped like a sheet against the side of the furnace.

  She was lying face down against the floor, just barely breathing. Blood pooled around her body as the stench of burnt flesh invaded his nose and he flipped her over and threw up. The skin had been ripped off her, leaving behind nothing but muscle and blood in its trail. A large piece of flesh, almost like a triangle of skin, was now missing.

  He decided to finish her off quickly, to show her mercy. He walked over to the closet in the corner of the basement and opened the door.

  Reaching in, he retrieved a large sledgehammer and dragged it over to the girl. She was awake again but could barely hold her eyes open. He brought the sledge above his head and brought it down with all his strength onto her head. Resembling a circus goer trying to ring the bell.

  As soon as the hammer connected with her small skull, the weight of it crushed her head and went straight into the cement floor. Her body started to shake wildly all over as blood shot out of her throat in a steady stream like a cracked water hose.

  Her body was still shaking as he brought the sledge up again and brought it down again and then a third time, and then a fourth. He dropped the sledge to the ground, picked up the headless body, and threw it into the furnace.

  He peeled the skin which was now sticking to the side of the furnace off and tossed it into the furnace. It fell across her body and began to curl as it succumbed to the growing heat
.

  He then slammed the metal door closed and flipped the switch back on again so the fire would rise in earnest. The flames flared up immediately.

  He didn’t stay to watch her body burn. He was angry at himself as he went upstairs to get cleaned up with a nice hot shower.

  Now he would have to figure out how to find another one to play with.

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  RANDY AND WALTER: KILLERS

  Chapter 8

  Although he hated to admit it, he knew he’d screwed up really bad with the child. He promised himself right then and there not to ever fuck up so bad again; not to lose his temper and especially not to chase the girl along the side of the school.

  The cops hadn’t come to see him, so no one had seen him with the child, and he was lucky for that. He knew he wouldn’t get away so easily next time.

  The public, demanding justice for the disappearance of the child had put pressure on the police, who arrested a teacher for kidnapping the girl. The police said that her blood was found in his house, but not her body. The teacher was accused of other things as well. It had come out that he was molesting several students and one of the students was her, whose name he now knew was Toni Scarlett.

  For the next few nights she was talked about on the news. The school held a memorial service the following Friday. The teacher was sent to prison; her death being the only thing he didn’t confess to. It didn’t matter if there was enough proof. He’d done enough things to take the blame and that was fine with Randy.

  Randy laughed at that. If only the authorities knew all the things he had done, his prison time would have been terrible, that is if they didn’t go right for the death penalty.

  It would probably be that he would receive the death penalty, though, his crimes more heinous than the average killer, more brutal.

  Before he went to try his luck again he decided to come up with an actual plan instead of just winging it. Doing what he did with the girl had been stupid and a good way to get busted, which was something he didn’t want to happen.

  He’d gotten away too many times to get caught now.

  He laid low for the next few weeks, the town still abuzz with watchful eyes as parents kept their children in sight. But as always, people had short memories and three weeks later the city was back to normal.

  Randy didn’t rush his next one, wanting to find something perfect.

  And then his time came, the perfect time to strike. The local newspaper had written in the events section about how next month the school was going to hold a talent show on the last Friday night of the month.

  It was perfect. A night time kidnapping. He started watching the school again, this time watching kids practicing their skits in the schoolyard. Within the first day that he started watching he noticed two girls practicing their skit together. One girl he recognized from a few weeks earlier. She had been the brunette, singing girl in the back of the car that had almost struck him down. The other girl he didn’t know. This girl was taller and thinner. She looked at least thirteen with curly blonde hair that fell down to her back. The skit they were performing together was a rendition of some teeny bop song he’d never heard of. It sounded like something even a deaf girl couldn’t stand. These two seemed to love it, though. Their dance wasn’t that bad really. It was composed of tap-dancing for the first half then it became a type of odd ballet. The two twirled around each other like ice skaters. Then they started tap-dancing again. It was obvious they would never win the competition.

  He watched silently from his car every afternoon as the pair practiced. He wasn’t the only one. The man who had nearly killed him was there, too, but only sometimes.

  Randy was starting to worry about this guy. He seemed to look at Randy more than he did his daughter, as if he knew something about Randy he shouldn’t.

  There was something very off about the guy.

  The last day of them practicing was the day before the talent show. That afternoon, the pair messed up their act bad. Neither of them seemed to be in the mood to dance anymore. While they were twirling, the brunette fell down, which then tripped the blonde girl. The teacher who had been watching from nearby, walked over to help them up.

  The blonde got mad and stormed away with the brunette following after her.

  Randy watched and realized this would be another perfect opportunity. The man wasn’t there. Only the teacher and Randy. He silently got up and crept around the back of the school where the pair had undoubtedly gone.

  They were there. The two were arguing about something. Randy walked up to them and looked at them with a smile as a new plan came to fruition.

  “I’ve been watching you girls,” he said as sweetly as he could muster.

  The blonde one snapped back, “Yeah, so what?”

  “I just think you both got what it takes. You’re just not doing the right dance.”

  “What do you mean?” the brunette asked.

  “Simple. I can teach you a new dance. I used to be a dance director.”

  The blonde, still snappy, said, “What, you gonna teach us something?”

  “Only if you don’t tell a soul about it. Being taught this could get you kicked out of the talent show. But if you’re quiet then you’ll win this easy.”

  They both looked at each other and asked together, “Are you sure?”

  Randy laughed heartily. “Of course I’m sure. I’ve won so many competitions I can’t count them all!”

  The girls smiled and Randy thought, bingo.

  He had them, now all he had to do was get them home.

  Getting the girls back to his house had turned out to be the simplest thing ever. They had walked away from the school and all the way to his house on their own accord. It was only a five minute walk and Randy had seen no cars drive past on his neighborhood road, and as the girls were skipping along happily, no one gave him the slightest attention if a face happened to peer from a window of a house they passed.

  The pair had walked behind him singing and laughing and carrying on. “When we get inside I’m gonna teach the two of you some great moves. You’ll have everyone standing in their chairs clapping for you.”

  Of course they believed him. Why shouldn’t they? They were two girls who didn’t know the world was a threat so they followed him. If they had been warned after the other girl had disappeared, the warnings were now forgotten.

  He reached his house and walked inside with them following him.

  Keeping up his absurd act, he asked them if they wanted something to eat. They said they did, so Randy fixed them some waffles.

  While mixing the batter, he had dropped several crushed sleeping pills into it. These weren’t your over the counter kind either, they were prescription and had a kick like a mule if more than two were taken at once.

  When the waffles were done, he served them along with a glass of milk for each of them.

  The two girls ate excitedly, still laughing and joking around. Within a few minutes of eating they began to feel sleepy. The brunette fell asleep first followed closely by the blonde. Before she had fallen completely asleep, she had seen Randy standing up and walking over to her. She just couldn’t do anything about it. Her head fell onto the table, overcome as the drug filled her system.

  Randy grinned lecherously as he stared down at the two small girls.

  This was going to be fun.

  The blonde was the first one to awaken and the first one to start screaming.

  Randy bent down and laughed into her face, relishing her fear. She looked around for her friend, and upon seeing her chained to the wall, a bright light shining down on the slim form, her mouth dropped open in shock.

  “I’m saving her for later. You...you are for now,” Randy said in a low voice.

  She started to scream and cry and Randy laughed into her face again.

  “Go ‘head and make as much noise as you want!” he screamed at her. “We’re in a basement in a house with no neighbors. Nobody will ever hear you!”

/>   “Why, mister? Why are you doing this to us?” she asked while looking up at Randy with saddened, tearstained eyes.

  “Because it’s fun! It’s who I am!”

  “What are you going to do?” she sobbed.

  “I’m going to turn your ass into a woman, you little fucking bitch!”

  With that said, he grabbed her by her face and forced open her mouth. Because of the dark around them, she wasn’t able to see him clearly. But she did feel his penis invade her throat. To the side of them, the small brunette had awakened. She tried to cry out but a gag had been placed in her mouth.

  Randy held the blonde’s head firmly between his hands and growled, “If you bite me, I’ll cut your friend into bite-sized pieces.”

  He grabbed her hair firmly and jabbed his member deeper into her throat and she immediately began to gag. Her eyes closed and watered and she started trying to back away. He only jabbed harder and went deeper into her throat. She was unable to breathe and unable to get away. He wildly fucked her face as hard as he could, loving the power, the total dominion over her.

  Her head was pulling back and he was following. Soon she was completely against the floor and his waist was on top of her head. His hands still held onto her head firmly. He felt liquid running along the sides of his penis and decided it was either blood or vomit, maybe both. It didn’t matter. It felt too good to him to stop now.

  He continued to fuck her face wildly, as rough and as hard as he could, even though he could no longer feel air or the sound of her gags.

  She was dead. He had choked her to death with himself, and as he orgasmed into her mouth, he started laughing.

  Proud of himself, Randy finished with her and pulled out of her mouth. He stared hard into her face. It was blue. Vomit mixed with blood and cum dripped off the end of his cock.