Death of the C C K Killer

by Victor Wofford Sr

  Soon after the Senator got his reply, a dark sedan pulled up in front of Barry’s house.

  “Looks like my ride is here,” Barry said as he grabbed his bag.

  “You be careful,” Karen said, looking a little worried.

  “Yeah, I’ll hold down the house while you’re gone, don’t worry, I’ll watch out for shorty,” Corey said, pointing at Karen with his thumb.

  “I am not short,” Karen said and swung at Corey.

  “I’ll be careful, just make sure I have a house to come back to,” Barry said and smiled.

  He hugged and kissed Karen and hugged Corey who hit him with his normal, “No homo,” statement.

  He walked out to the car and opened the back door and threw his bag in, he turned and waved to Karen and Corey one more time before he got in and left. The ride had been quiet and peaceful, other than the road noise and the radio playing on low volume when Agent Harold spoke.

  “So, you ready to do this?”

  “Yeah, it’s not like I haven’t done it before.”

  “But this is your last one, that makes it different,” Agent Marone said.

  “Not to me.”

  “Hmm,” Agent Marone said.

  They got to the airport and pulled into a secured area where the private jets are located. Agent Harold parked the car inside the private hanger where a jet was sitting, and the engines were running. They all got out and walked over to the jet and climbed the small staircase and boarded. Barry sat down and put his bag on the seat next to him. They were on board for all of five minutes when Barry felt the plane starting to move, they were on the runway and taking off soon after. Barry sat there thinking about killing Ted and how it would make him feel since he met Karen he didn’t want to kill, but Ted was special and had to go.

  “So, any plans on how this guy gets it?” Agent Marone asked him, interrupting his thoughts.

  “I was wondering that myself, I remember you burned one alive, right?” Agent Harold asked him.

  “Don’t worry, the plane has been debugged,” Agent Marone said, looking around the inside of the plane to help emphasize his statement.

  “I plan to beat him to death, I want to give him the opportunity to straighten me out,” Barry said and sat back in his seat.

  The flight was pretty quiet from that point on, until Agent Harold got a phone call. He got up and went to the back of the plane, so he could have a little privacy. Barry found out what the call was about when he came back.

  “We have a slight change of plans,” Agent Harold said, tapping on Barry’s shoulder to get his attention when he came back to his seat.

  “How slight?”

  “It seems that we will be going with you on this last kill.”

  “Why? That was never discussed.”

  “I know, but the Senator wants to make sure you get back in one piece.”

  “Can you get him on the phone again? I need to talk to him,” Barry said, with a little anger in his voice, although he was trying to control his rage.

  “Give me a moment, I’ll see if I can get him back on the line,” Agent Harold said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone.

  After a few minutes and a walk to the back of the plane once again, Agent Harold final came back and handed Barry the phone.

  “Hey, what’s with the change of plans?”

  “Good morning to you too. We briefly discussed taking chances, remember that?” The Senator asked Barry.

  “Yes, I do,” Barry said, his voice still seething with the undertones of anger.

  “Good, because I thought about it further, and not only for the sake of myself and you, but I don’t need that pretty little lady of yours giving me trouble if something happened to you. So, the Agents will escort you, but not interfere with your work, unless they need to.”

  He hated to admit it, but if something did happen to him, he could see Karen and Corey giving the Senator problems, which would get them both killed. He knew the Senator was playing him, but it played to his favor, so he decided to roll with it.

  “I guess you’re right again,” he said, the tone of his voice confirming his subsiding rage.

  “Good, then we’re in agreement, now enjoy your flight, and we will talk soon,” the Senator said and hung up. He handed Agent Harold his phone back and sat down.

  “So, we’re good?” Agent Harold asked him.

  “Yeah, we’re good,” he said and sat back and closed his eyes, he might as well get some sleep he thought.

  When the Senator hit the end call button, he saw the breaking news story flash on his television screen, the announcer didn’t have to say what it was about, he already knew, but he listened anyway. The reporter wouldn’t confirm it, but he said that the preliminary reports say that billionaire businessman Larry Criss was killed in what looked like a roadside ambush. He went on to remind the audience that these were just preliminary reports and that they are waiting for the Police spokesman to make an official announcement. The Senator turned the television off and went upstairs; he decided to get some sleep.

  Chapter 7

  Time for Ted

  Barry woke up just a little while before the plane touched down. He didn’t realize just how tired he was. He wondered if he was snoring as he regained all his faculties and looked at Agent Harold and Agent Marone. He wiped some sleep from his eyes and asked if there was a bathroom; they both pointed to a door at the back of the plane. He grabbed his bag beside him and pulled out his travel case, so he could brush his teeth and wash his face before they landed. He sent Karen a quick text message letting her know he was fine and told her not to beat on Corey too much while he was gone. He got a text message back right away letting him know she loves him and if Corey got out of line, she would put him right back in line, then there was another text message showing a picture of Tyson knocking someone out. Barry just laughed and sent a message saying,” I love you and be good; gotta go.” Barry got an I love you more message as he was leaving the bathroom. Barry didn’t get a chance to reply or enjoy the moment too much because Agent Harold was already pushing to get this kill done.

  “You ready to go? I did a little surveillance on this Ted Johnson, and up to five minutes ago he was alone, and it looks like he has a few acres of land, so there should be no interruptions,” Agent Harold said.

  “I’m ready.”

  “Good, I need a little action,” Agent Marone said.

  “Yes, we need to get this done,” Agent Harold said, and opened the door to the S.U.V.

  They all got into an S.U.V. and headed to Ted’s house. Barry could only imagine the look on Ted’s face when he told him he was not only from the bank and the C.C.K. Killer, but he also had a couple of Federal Agents to back him up. He started to feel good; he guessed this is how a prizefighter would feel on their way to a big fight, with their entourage. He was ready to do some damage for sure. He just sat there quietly while they headed down the highway, he was getting himself amped up for this fight. Barry wanted to smash this guy, and now he was going to be able to do it. After an hour or so of driving, they took a turn off and headed down a dirt road. It took a few minutes, but he started to make out a house in the distance, this guy was a loner living way out here, and he was about to die out here too, by himself.

  “We’re here, you ready to go?” Agent Harold said, looking at the house and then looking at Barry.

  “I’ve been ready for a long time.”

  When they pulled up to the house, Barry saw the front door open, no surprise there, he imagined this guy doesn’t get many visitors. He waited to see the six-foot-four frame this guy bragged about having on the phone, and from his first glance, he appeared to be on the money. Ted Johnson was a good-sized guy, and he was glad they didn’t roll up on a loudmouth in a wheelchair or some guy who’s all of five feet tall, he was looking for a good fight, he just hoped Ted had half the skill he bragged about. They pulled up and parked; Ted just stood there looking at them before he started to run
his mouth.

  “So, what the fuck is this? Did I win a sweepstakes or something? I better be getting some good fucking news from you ass hats, because I don’t remember inviting any of you onto my property,” Ted said, looking at the three unexpected guests he had.

  Barry decided to step up and let Ted know what he won because Agent Harold and Agent Marone just kept looking at him like they didn’t know what to do.

  “I got three fucking mutes here or three ball-less motherfuckers who have lost the ability to speak,” Ted said as he started to walk toward them.

  “I am from the bank, your bank,” Barry said with a bit of a smile on his face.

  “And what the fuck is that supposed to mean to me? You got a toaster or some or some other shit for me?” Ted said, still walking toward them.

  “Well, quite simply it means a few things, you were a rude fuck who wanted to straighten me out if I ever came to your town, so here I am, tough guy.”

  “That is a couple of things, you need one more at least to go from a couple to a few smart banker guy, and you brought friends to help you, how pathetic,” Ted said still getting closer to the unwanted guests on his property.

  “I can count, the other item is I am the C.C.K. Killer, and the prize you won is not having to pay bills anymore, because you’re a dead man, but dying is not going to be easy today, I promise you.”

  Ted stopped moving forward and froze a bit, so Barry started moving toward him.

  “My friends here will watch you die; they are F.B.I. Agents and want to be sure the last thing you know is that your tax dollars are at work.”

  Barry was in striking distance of Ted, but he didn’t hit him, he just started to circle him. He could see the fear in his eyes, and he was sure he could see the coldness in his. He flinched at him, and Ted made an exaggerated effort to move out of the way, almost falling down. He saw Ted look over at Agent Harold and Agent Marone to see if they would stop this, but Agent Marone just smiled and waved at him.

  “Come on, Ted, don’t make it easy for me, I came a long fucking way to kill you.”

  “Hey man, if this is some kind of prank or punk thing, you got me. I get a little hot-headed, but I don’t want any trouble.”

  “I guess you should have thought of that before you made that call, but I didn’t come here to talk, I came here for you to straighten me out.”

  Ted tried to talk to Barry again, but Barry was in full murder mode, so he hit him with a hard right hand that dropped him to his knees. He sat back and watched him get up, wiping the blood from his mouth. Barry knew he was still dazed, so he hit him with another hard shot to the head that put him flat on his back.

  “Get up you little bitch, straighten me out.”

  Ted put his hand up to signal he wanted no more, but Barry figured he must have missed the part about him being the C.C.K. Killer. He was there to kill him. Barry hit Ted with a hard shot to the face that broke his nose. The crack of his nose breaking echoed through the air, and the rush of blood only furthered Barry’s murderous drive to kill him. Ted finally tried to fight back. He rushed Barry and tried to hold onto him swinging wildly, hoping for a lucky knockout punch. Barry easily maneuvered out of Ted’s grasp and kicked his legs out from under him, putting him flat on his back again. He kicked him in his ribs, and then he did an elbow drop to the chest, and Barry could feel Ted’s ribs crack and break under the pressure of the blow. He stood up, dusted himself off and looked at Ted lying on the ground in pain. Barry was very happy with his work.

  “Get up and fight me, you worthless fuck. Straighten me out.”

  “Please don’t kill me, I’m sorry man, I’ll do whatever you say.”

  Barry glanced over at Agent Harold and Agent Marone who had moved closer to the action, so they could see and hear everything. Agent Marone was standing there with his mouth open, and Agent Harold had squatted down so he could get a better look at Ted.

  “Lick my shoe.”

  “Alright man, just don’t kill me.”

  Barry could hear Ted’s breathing getting labored, the broken rib or ribs must have punctured a lung, which pleased him. Barry watched Ted crawl to his left shoe and then he looked up at him and licked it. Barry heard Agent Marone laugh; Barry thought he was getting more pleasure from this than him. Barry kicked Ted hard in the face which sent him rolling onto his side.

  “Oh shit, that’s gotta hurt,” Agent Marone said, while he was laughing, enjoying Ted’s tortured last moments.

  “I didn’t say which shoe to lick,” Barry said, as he stood over Ted.

  “Don’t kill me, man, I’m sorry,” Ted said, while blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

  “Let’s try this again,” he said as he noticed Ted had pissed on himself.

  Barry watched Ted crawl over once again, but this time when he got to his feet, he waited for him to tell him which shoe to lick. He tapped his left foot, and Ted moved over to lick it.

  “Get all the dirt off the front Ted,” he said coldly, and he moved his shoe a little closer to Ted’s mouth, which made Ted jump a little, thinking he was going to get kicked again.

  Barry watched Ted lose all his manhood and just as Ted finished licking his shoe, Barry pulled his left foot back, so he could get balance and bring his right foot down on the back of Ted’s neck. Barry could feel the crack of his neck throughout his entire leg, and you could hear Ted’s neck-breaking echo off his house. Barry heard both Agents make some noise in disgust as they weren’t expecting such an ending. He walked in the house and went to the kitchen and grabbed a paper towel and dabbed it in the blood coming from Ted’s mouth and wrote C.C.K. on the concrete driveway. He saw Agent Harold and Agent Marone checking the house; he saw them talking about something as they came out. Agent Marone was carrying a little box he got from the house, and he was smiling and very happy. Barry didn’t care what they found; he just went to the S.U.V. and sat down, he was glad they left it running, the cool air felt good blowing on him. When the two Agents got in the car, he could hear what the excitement was about from Agent Marone.

  “I still can’t believe he had all these great baseball cards,” Agent Marone said.

  “Well, I want my half,” Agent Harold said.

  “Oh no, this makes us even for that other thing, you remember the thing with the two gang bangers,” Agent Marone said.

  “Or, you can go back and take over his game, he was the number one power guy in his kingdom, although that Gingerworld chick was giving him Hell and then split the baseball cards with me,” Agent Harold said.

  “Yeah, I’ll pass and what kind of stupid fucking name is Dieselfish?” Agent Marone said looking disgusted just thinking about how stupid the name was.

  “Okay, so we’re even then, now we need to head back, we can come clean this up in a day or so,” Agent Harold said.

  “Yeah, our anonymous tip line will lead us to this poor shoe licking soul or sole,” Agent Marone said, laughing and pointing down to his shoe sole.

  “You do some good work with your hands, I never really saw a Black Belt fight other than that cage shit,” Agent Harold said.

  “Yeah, I’m glad we got to come along,” Agent Marone said.

  “Glad you gentlemen enjoyed the show.”

  They rode back the rest of the drive listening to sports on the radio, and Agent Marone was busy looking through the cards he had found, and they laughed about how Ted/Dieselfish should have used some of his game power to help save himself. Barry felt good and was glad everything went off without any problems, he knew he still had to do something for the Senator to help wrap up the C.C.K. case, but he knew he was almost done. He could start putting some real effort into making a life with Karen, and he knew Corey wouldn’t be far behind. He needed to find someplace safe for them, probably out of the country. Barry’s thoughts kept him busy because before he knew it, they were back at the airport. They got out, and the Agents gave him some instructions on his clothes.

  “Hey, take off all those clothes
and put them in a bag, you’ll find one in the bathroom by those two forklifts,” Agent Marone said, still looking at the Baseball cards, and half motioning with his head toward two parked forklifts.

  Barry went in and changed after Agent Harold gave him his carry-on bag, he found a bag in the bathroom and put all his clothes in it, even his shoes. When he came out, Agent Harold was waiting and wearing some big yellow rubber gloves. Agent Harold took the bag and walked over to one of the big fifty-five-gallon drums and put the bag in it. Barry knew it was acid; these guys don’t miss a beat he thought. Agent Harold took off the over-sized dishwashing gloves, Barry heard the engines to the private jet start-up, and Agent Harold put a finger up to him as he stepped into a little office inside the hanger and pulled out his cell phone. Barry stood there and watched him dial in a number and waited, he wasn’t worried about being killed, he could see Agent Marone through the window of the small plane, still looking through the box of cards. Barry saw Agent Harold signal for him to come into the office and he handed him the phone as he went out.

  “Hello?”

  “Well, hello. I understand you got your business taken care of.”

  “Yes, sir, all done.”

  “Good, then enjoy your flight home, and we will talk soon, we are coming down the home stretch,” the Senator said and hung up.

  Barry sent Karen a text message letting her know that he was on his way back and everything went well and to have some steak and mashed potatoes ready for him. Karen sent him back a text of her in a tee-shirt and panties. Barry sent her a text back letting her know to have that ready for him for dessert, he got a smiley face text back and then, and he walked out of the office and went to the plane.