The S.N. Killer

by speight, shameek

  He took the bottle of vinegar and forced it inside her.

  "Ahhhh!" Michelle screamed as loud as she could as her pussy walls were being stretched and ripped open from the bottle being forced inside her.

  Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she felt like she was about to pass out.

  "Oh hush, it's not that bad. I have to clean you out and this is the fastest way to do so. I can't have any of my D.N.A. inside you now, can I?" The S.N. Killer said as he pushes the bottle deeper inside her, emptying the bottle of vinegar inside her and pulled it out.

  Blood mixed with vinegar and cum rushed out of her and splattered on the carpet beneath her.

  "Okay, now that's done. It's time to eat." He said out loud as he pulled out the new gray George Foreman grill and plugged it up to an outlet close by.

  He pulled out the new meat cleaver from the bag.

  "This is going to hurt you more than it's going to hurt me." He said swinging as hard as he could and chopped off her left butt cheek.

  Michelle screamed with a weak muted sound. The S.N. Killer looked at the piece of butt cheek he chopped off.

  "Damn, your ass is big. I'm not going to be able to eat all of that tonight. I can't take any home with me either. Shit, what a waste." He said out loud to himself as he seasoned the piece of meat as if it was a steak and he tossed it on the grill.

  "I usually make a five star gourmet meal, but since we're on an Army base, I know my time is limited. So, I got to take what I can get. It's not every day I get to snack on something as thick and sweet as you. I'm going to enjoy every bite of your ass. I even brought my own dishes." He said as he pulled out a paper plate and a plastic fork and knife.

  He took the piece of meat off the grill and sliced it into thin small pieces and began to eat.

  “It's a little dry and missing something." He said as he got up and walked back into the kitchen and found a bottle of A1 sauce in the cabinet.

  He came back into the living room and sat down on the floor next to Michelle. He picked up his plate and poured the smooth thick of A1 sauce over the meat and began to eat again.

  The agonizing pain was too much for Michelle to bear. She passed out a few times from the pain and loss of blood. She felt her stomach bubbling up and felt pressure rising up to her chest tasting stomach acid in her mouth. The vomit traveled up and forced its way out, but the gag ball in her mouth prevented it from leaving her mouth. A large amount of vomit of stomach acid mixed with chunks of regurgitated food was stuck in her throat with nowhere to go but out through her nose. Between the vomit that was oozing out of her nose and chunks of food stuck in her throat, she couldn't breathe. Michelle tried to gasp for air to only have her lungs fill with stomach acid and food. She died of aspiration in matter of seconds.

  The S.N. Killer took the last bite of his meal.

  "Mmmm, simply delicious, I'm stuffed. I don't even feel like moving, but I have to get out of here my dear." The S.N. Killer said and got up and picked up the meat cleaver.

  He pulled Michelle's head up by her hair to slice her neck.

  "Ewww you nasty little thing!" He said as he noticed the vomit oozing out of her nose still and a little through the gag ball in her mouth. He touched her neck and didn't feel a pulse.

  ‘Damn, that's the fucking first time I've ever seen that one.’ The voice in his head said.

  "Me too." The S.N. Killer said as he released her hair and let her head drop to the floor like a dead weight.

  He untied the strap from behind her head and took the gag ball out. His face tightened up in disgust as the vomit rushed out of her mouth. He swiftly threw the meat cleaver and the George Foreman grill and anything else he touched into the Wal-Mart bag. He looked around making sure he didn't miss anything. He pulled the syringes out of the wall that he tossed at her earlier and walked out of the house shutting the door.

  The sound of the door slamming shut woke Michelle's daughter up. She climbed out of her bed.

  "Mommy, the noise woke me up." She said while rubbing her eyes and walked to her mother's bedroom to get in bed with her.

  When she opened the door and didn't she her mother, she walked into the living room. Her little eyes opened up wide as she look at her mother on her knees and ass stuck up in the air with a large wound on her left butt cheek that was no longer there and blood dripping out of it like water.

  "Mommy, mommy!" She screamed and cried as she ran over to her mother shaking her.

  "Mommy, wake up! Please, wake up!" She yelled in her little eight year old voice. When she noticed that her mother wasn't moving at all, she hugged her and cried hysterically.

  The S.N. Killer pulled the car out of the driveway and could hear Michelle's daughter crying letting him know he had over stayed his welcome. He drove a few blocks down and made a left and drove a few more blocks until he reached the base's front gate. He passed his I.D. to the Army guard in the control booth.

  "I see you're already done seeing your cousin, Michelle." The guard said with a smirk on his face knowing no way in hell this man could be related to her and probably was just a booty call as he wrote the S.N. Killer's fake name on the logout sheet.

  He felt a sharp pain in his neck and his body go weak and then dropped to the ground. The other Army guard at the gate standing on the passenger side door of the S.N. Killer's car saw his partner go down.

  "What in the hell, Tom you okay?" He yelled as he felt a sharp pain to his chest.

  He looked down to see a clear syringe sticking out of it. He back pedaled backwards and fell flat on his back hard as he lost control of his limbs.

  The S.N. Killer quickly jumped out of his car and sliced his neck with the meat cleaver. He walked into the control booth and turned the Army guard's head and noticed his eyes were moving from side to side and then stopped just staring straight in the eyes of the S.N. Killer.

  "Sorry my friend, but you have seen my face and I never leave any witnesses."

  Those were the last words that the Army guard heard as his neck was sliced open and he died choking on his own blood.

  The S.N. Killer grabbed the log in and out sheet and hit the button to open the gate and jumped in his car and pulls off. Miles away he poured lighter fluid on the Wal-Mart bag and everything in it and set it on fire and threw it out the window then he headed for the Airport to make his return flight.

  Chapter 15

  On the lower east side of Manhattan at the South Street Seaport, a couple just finished eating at Ono's Restaurant on their second date. They walked along the pier looking at the boats in the Hudson River.

  "This is a beautiful date. I'm very happy." The woman said to her date as he held her hand and they leaned over the rail together looking upon the river.

  "No, being with you is what makes it beautiful, baby." The man replied.

  "Oh shit! What's that?" The woman said pointing at something floating in the water.

  The man looked at what she was pointing at, but couldn't make out what it was.

  "Whoa, that's a dead body floating in the water!" She yelled.

  "Naw, that's just a mannequin. It can't be real." The man said as he noticed the shape.

  More people and couples on the pier walking began to look as well.

  "That's a dead body!" More and more of them began to yell and scream.

  "See, I told you! I told you!" The woman screamed. She saw a police boat riding a few feet away.

  "Hey! Hey over here!" The couple yelled flagging down the police officer's in the boat.

  They shut the boats engine off to hear them better.

  "Yeah, what is it?" One of the officers asked as they looked up at the people on the pier.

  "There's a dead body floating in the water!" She yelled and everyone else on the pier yelled the same thing.

  "Where?" The officers asked.

  "There, right there!" The couple said.

  It was eight o'clock p.m. and the sun had already set making it hard for the officers to see the dea
d body floating down the river. The couple and others on the pier walked to follow it.

  "Where, where's it at?" The officers shouted as they turned on a spot light and shined it on the surface of the water moving it around until they spotted something floating in the water.

  One of the officers started the engine on the boat.

  "Thank you!" The other one yelled to the people on the pier.

  They drove the boat closer while keeping the spot light on the body as it kept drifting down the river from the pier. One of the officers used a long pole with a hook on the end of it and reached out to the body to grab onto the clothes that were dragging behind the body. As they pulled the body away from the gawking eyes of the people on the pier, they called the find into headquarters.

  Soon South Street Seaport was full of local police officer's and ambulances. They pulled the body out of the river and zipped it up in a black body bag and took it away to the city morgue.

  "Now, we have to drag the river for any other evidence left behind." A detective had said.

  Chapter 16

  Lauren was happy to be in her bed. She looked at the sunshine through the window. For two whole days, she's hasn't had any headaches or nightmares. She was so scared that she might be going crazy or have brain cancer. But the check up from her doctor came back clear and she was more than in good health for a woman her age. She lay in her bed loving her life, but longing for a strong man to lay by her side. She closed her eyes and tried to push the thoughts and lonely feelings out of her mind. She was halfway to sleep when she heard the song, 'The One' by Mary J. Blige letting her know she had a phone call. She grabbed her iPhone from under her pillow and looked at the caller I.D. to see it was a call from her sergeant calling. She accepted the call.

  "Yes sir, what is it?"

  "Good afternoon, Detective Pitman. I need you to go to the city mortuary."

  The sergeant stated.

  "But my shift doesn't even start till eight p.m. This is when I get my must needed rest, sir. This can't wait? Or you can't get another detective on it for now?"

  Lauren asked.

  "This isn't a request, Detective Pitman. It's an order. It has to do with your case with the Social Network Killer. This thing just got bigger than you know even Mayor Bloomberg is on this now. I already called your partner. So, get your ass up and on the move now!" The sergeant demanded and then she heard nothing but a dial tone on the phone.

  Lauren sighed with disappointment and got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to take a shower and leave.

  Cassandra looked at Alexis's back and then stared at the tattoos that ran down it in different colors. Her face twisted up with lust and anger as she watched Alexis get dressed.

  "So, you’re just going to fuck me and leave? It's not even time for you to go in for your shift." Cassandra said with an attitude.

  "Come on baby, stop it. You're overreacting. You know this is my job and if my sergeant says I have to go in to the city morgue then that's what I'm going to do." Alexis replied while putting on her shirt.

  "Schmmp!" Cassandra sucked her teeth.

  "Don't know why you want to stay being a damn cop anyways. It’s not like you have to or need to work. You got more than enough money to stay home. We could make love all day and go shopping. You should just quit that damn job, already!" Cassandra shouted and rolled her eyes.

  "Listen; watch your goddamn mouth, Cassandra. I'm a detective because it's what I love and who I am. And helping people gives my life a purpose. No amount of money can change that. Everybody doesn't like to stay at home and sleep their life away, like you!" Alexis shouted and stomped out of the bedroom and left her condo heading for the city morgue.

  Lauren stared at the body the medical examiner was showing her.

  "The Jane Doe has been dead for at least five days now. Her left breast has been chopped off and her stomach was cut open and intestines were removed.

  What killed her was the removal of her heart. That's all I can tell you for now due to the fact that the body was under water for a long period of time." The medical examiner said.

  "Okay, thank you, Dr. Edwin." Lauren said to the medical examiner as she studied the woman's face with him and already knew who she was.

  Dr. Edwin was a short and fat bald man in his fifties. He was the medical examiner for most of the murders and homicides in Harlem and the lower east side of Manhattan. He was the most reputable at performing autopsies. Lauren had worked with him for many years on different cases.

  Alexis walked in the examining room with a cream folder in her hand. She walked over to the body and studied it while Lauren and Dr. Edwin stood on the other side of the steel table.

  "Hey Lauren, I stopped by the precinct and got the paper work on our missing Jane Doe right here. I think I know who she is."

  "No need, Alexis. I have a photographic memory. Her name is Chonte Oxmendz, but all her friends called her Apple. She's twenty two years old and from Brooklyn." Lauren replied.

  "Damn, you're good and remember everything, girl. It looks like our S.N.

  Killer did a number on her." Alexis said as she looked at the bones protruding from her chest bent up and pointing straight out as if an animal had ripped it open and began to feast.

  "Now, I have to call her friend, Dalisia, and family and let them know the bad news. I know this is our case, but for real I wonder why we couldn't have waited until our eight o'clock p.m. shift to handle this. That’s what's bothering me." Lauren stated.

  "Yeah, me too." Alexis responded.

  Dr. Edwin looked up from studying Apple's body.

  "You two really don't know, huh? There's more to this than you know." Dr.

  Edwin responded.

  "That's enough, Dr. Edwin we will fill them in on the rest." Alexis and Lauren heard a voice say from behind them.

  They both turned around to see two men dressed in black suits by the examining room door. One was a dark skinned handsome, black man with wavy hair and stood six foot, one inch tall with a trimmed goatee and had on a pair of black Gucci sunglasses. The other was a Caucasian man who stood six feet tall, with blonde hair, and looked just like Brad Pitt if it wasn't for the pair of seeing eyeglasses he had on his face. They were both in very great shape as if they lived in the gym.

  Alexis and Lauren turned their heads and looked at each other.

  "Fed's." They both said at the same time.

  "Yes, Detective Lovett and Pitman, we're F.B.I. agents. I'm special agent, Vincent Brown, and this is my partner special agent William McArther." The tall dark skinned black man said.

  Lauren and Alexis shared a confused look on their faces as they looked at each other. They had worked with each other so long it was as if they could read each other's mind. They looked at the two men.

  "So, what does the Fed's want with us and our case?" Lauren asked the question that was on both of her and Alexis's mind.

  "We're here to oversee your case." Special agent William said speaking for the first time.

  "Shit, oversee our case? That's just another word that you all are taking over the case after me and my partner has worked so hard on this investigation." Alexis said with an attitude.

  "Listen detectives, we're not here to take over your investigation. But do know that if the Federal Bureau gives us the orders, we will. We're assigned to work with you on this serial Social Network Killer and his cannibal ways. This is getting out of hand and out of control. It's been nine months and you two still haven't got a suspect. The F.B.I. respects the work you two have done with the social network crimes, but we have to step in now." Special agent Vincent replied.

  "What do you mean this is getting out of control? My partner and I got this.

  It's only a matter of time before we close in on this monster and put him away."

  Alexis spit back.

  Both of the F.B.I. agents smiled.

  "I pray so, but we will show you what Dr. Edwin was about to tell you before we interrupted him. Come, f
ollow us." Agent William said.

  The two F.B.I. agents turned around and walked out of the room. Lauren and Alexis looked at each other and followed them along with Dr. Edwin. They walked down the hallway of the medical examining building and entered a large room. Alexis and Lauren had never been in this room before. As Alexis and Lauren looked around, all they could see were multiple tables with dead women on them with only a sheet that covered them from the breast down.

  "Okay, so what are we looking at? I've seen dead bodies before. What do these bodies have to do with me and my partner and our investigation?" Alexis said while raising her left eyebrow.

  "This has everything to do with your investigation, detectives. See after they found Chonte Oxmendz, also known as Apple's body in the Hudson River, the N.Y.P.D. scoped the river for any other evidence that might lead to her death or murder. But what they found was far worse. The drag net pulled up bodies after bodies that were stuck on the bottom of the river. You think your S.N. Killer, as y'all call him, only killed nine people in the last nine months, but we pulled out fifty victims from the water. These are the bodies of the women pulled from the river. And only half of them we can I.D." Agent Vincent said.

  Lauren and Alexis's jaws dropped out of shock and surprise. They gained their composure.

  "And how do you know that the same S.N. Killer that we are investigating is behind this?" Alexis asked.

  Agent Vincent looked at them both with a facial expression saying like really, are you serious.

  "Okay, as you know, the F.B.I. knows everything and we read your reports on all the S.N. Killer's victims. Look at their legs."

  Alexis and Lauren both walked up to different bodies and removed the sheets just from their legs and they saw a large cut wound in the woman's thighs.

  Something they had seen many times. They both checked out other bodies then another and finally stopped and looked how large the room stretched out filled with women victims.

  "And if that's not enough proof for you, Agent Williams hacked into twenty five victims that we were able to identify, online accounts and they all met up with a man from different social networks on the night or day they went missing. And here's the crazy part we're unable to track the account of the man they were talking to and that's almost impossible. We have the best technology in the world. That only leads us to one thing. It's the same guy with a different profile, your S.N.