Bloody Bank Heist (8 page)

Chapter 22

     Jenny bounced around in the trunk as Duncan drove to wherever they were going. She tried to decide what she was going to do. There was no way she’d let him kill her, not now. She had been through too much and survived too much to just lie down and die. Her body was so sore and tired. She ached from head to toe, from hanging on that hook, the running, the fighting, being hit in the face repeatedly. She’d suffered more abuse in the last twenty four hours than she had her whole life.

     The car finally stopped and she heard the engine turn off. She waited awhile for the trunk to open, but it didn’t. She felt around for something, anything she could use to surprise him with. This had been that crazy Mexican guy’s car
; he had to have something in there. And she was right. There was a crowbar near her feet. She was curled up, but not enough to reach it. Gripping it with her toes she tried to slide it up to her hand. Slowly it inched closer until she could feel it with her fingertips.

     She walked her fingertips down the bar until she was able to wrap them around it. It felt good in her hand. The cold, thick steel rested in her palm as she tightened her grip. Finally she heard footsteps just outside the trunk. The key slid into the lock as she placed the crowbar just behind her back, still holding a firm grip. Just as the trunk popped open, she launched herself out, swinging the crowbar and striking the man in the side of the head. He tumbled backward, as she landed on top of him.

     “Whoa, easy, easy!” another man yelled pulling her off. She was screaming and flailing as the man picked her up off the ground. “Calm down!” he yelled. “It’s ok! No one is gonna hurt you!”

     She looked at the man on the ground who was rubbing the side of his head. It was a cop. The guy holding her was a cop. She stopped flailing and he finally sat her down. The other walked over to her and put a police jacket over her shoulders. It felt good to finally have some kind of clothing on. She pulled it closed around her and held it tight.

     “What the hell happened to you?” one of the officer’s asked.

     She looked around and rea
lized her surroundings. They were downtown, sitting in the middle of the street. There were pedestrians who had stopped and were looking on. How long had she been stuck in the trunk? The sun was out and shiny warmly.

     “That guy, he took me, and my husband. His name is Duncan.”

     “Kindcaide. Yes we know. He robbed that bank. Looks like he was a really sick mother fucker. I’m sure you already knew that though. Let’s get you out of here,” the officer said.

     He took her to the police station. A secretary had found her some clothes from the lost and found.
It was nothing fashionable, but it covered her at least. A short detective came out and sat down with her.

     “Hello,” he said. “I’m
Detective Ramos. Maybe you can help us piece together what happened? We found Kincaide’s car and searched his house. It was really horrible.”

     She told him everything, except for her role in the bank robbery. She said Duncan had kidnapped the three of them and tortured them and how the Mexican gang guys showed up shooting, and then the big guy with the chainsaw, the car chase and everything. Turns out, the police already had their own theory as to what had happened.

     They believed Duncan had been laundering money for the cartels, but something went wrong. So he staged the robbery, but was also a serial killer on his own on top of all that. So he took the money and everyone was coming to him to collect. It wasn’t the tidiest theory, but she was happy to only be seen as a victim in all of this. After this experience, she would never think of robbing anyplace ever again.

     Once she made her statement, they took her to a local women’s shelter. It took a few days for everything to sink in. The first thing was realizing she was safe. Duncan and the chainsaw wielding lunatic were gone. They never did tell her that guy’s name. Wherever Duncan was, he was on the run and for the time being, wasn’t planning on coming for her.

     The harder thing to sink in, was realizing she had lost everything. Her brother was gone, Darren was gone. She didn’t get any of the money from the robbery. Something that was supposed to fix her life ended up ruining it. Good old irony sure liked to stick it in and break it off sometimes. Her parents took her back in at least. Though her dad made it a point to remind her of her own failings. At one point, he even said she’d have been better off without Darren.

     It took her about six months to snap out of the haze she had been left in from that day. Once she did, it was like a new awakening. She realized she didn’t have to be powerless or remain the victim. She had done some searching online. The FBI was still looking for Duncan Kinkaide, but the search had grown cold. She had no doubt he’d taken the money and run. There was nothing left keeping her in Texas. Her dad at least bought her a car shortly after the incident. He had hoped she’d use it to find a day job, but that hadn’t happened.

     One night, she took all the money she had saved up, packed up a bag and left. She knew she would never be whole again until she killed Duncan Kincaide. He couldn’t be arrested, and no way could he just live out the rest of his life. He had to pay and it had to be her. She wanted to look into his eyes as the life slowly drained out of him. That thought was the only thing since that day that put a smile on her face.

Chapter 23

San Diego, California 18 months later

     Duncan Kincaide walked along the beach, feeling the mushy sand between his toes as the water washed over his feet. It had taken him awhile to recover, but he was finally himself again. Though these days no one called him Duncan. They called him lots of things. He kept changing his name, and kept moving. That was the way of things now. It was nice being settled in San Antonio for so long, but that crazy Padre and his gang pals ruined that for him.

     Sometimes he would think back to that day. After he killed The Padre, he took the girl back to his place, while she was in the trunk. He’d grabbed the money, and left the car with her in it downtown. By the time the police found her, he was already three states away. He was never sure why he didn’t kill her. He’d fully intended to, otherwise he should have just left her by the road.

     A big reason was probably just time. There were several car crashes, dead bodies and body parts strewn about. It didn’t take long for that to draw someone’s attention. Not to mention, that chainsaw had awoken half his neighborhood before they escaped the house. Mrs. Rivera from next door had come over when he was getting the money to ask if he was ok. Of course, he was covered in blood and his clothing was torn up, so she had called the police not long after he left. It took a lot of restraint for him to not kill her, but he figured that would just draw more attention.

     He walked back toward the beach house and stepped inside.
The screen door slammed behind him as he wiped off his feet and headed into his study. It was sort of a study, though kind of makeshift. He was isolated enough out there, he could cut a few corners. The door squeaked as he opened it and flipped the light on. Once the light came on, the girl on the table tried to scream, but the tape over her mouth just left it a muffled groan.

     “Hello my dear. I suppose we can get started. Too bad you couldn’t come on my walk with me. It was very nice out
,” he said.

     She replied with another attempted scream. Her hands and feet were bound to the table by leather straps he had made himself out of previous victims.

     “Well, I guess you can’t talk with that over your mouth. How rude of me.” He tore the tape off as she let out a gasp.

     Immediately she began screaming. He covered his ears and waved his hand at her.

     “No! No! Stop that! Stop or the tape goes back on!” he yelled over her.

     Finally she stopped screaming and began crying.

     “Please don’t hurt me,” she said. “Why are you doing this? I haven’t done anything.”

     “Oh I know. It’s just one of those things. Why does the lion attack the gazelle? Why does the spider capture the fly? It’s just nature. Nothing more.”

     “I have a little boy, he’s five years old. He needs me,” she pleaded.

     “I’m sure he’ll manage. Sure, he’ll be sad for a while, but kids are resilient.”

     He was so caught up in the conversation with her, he didn’t know about the stun gun until it was jammed into his lower back and activated. He almost bit his tongue as his body stiffened and he collapsed to the ground. No matter how much he tried to move, he was totally paralyzed. Standing over him with her arms crossed and holding the gun was Jenny. She looked different. Her hair was shorter and she was much more cleaned up than the last time he’d seen her. She also looked much bigger. Not fat, but muscular, as if she had been working out. A lot.

     “Hello, Duncan. Did you miss me?” Jenny said.

     He lifted his head as he tried to sit up, but she stomped on his face with her boot. He saw stars as the blow stunned him. She undid the straps on the table and helped the girl up. Once she was up, Jenny took her jacket off and put it over the girl.

     “Run, get out of here. As far and as fast as you can
,” Jenny said.

     The girl didn’t need to be told twice as she bolted out the door.

     “Now why did you have to let her go?” Duncan complained “I had her all primed and ready.”

     “Shut the fuck up,”
she said as she bent down and grabbed him by the hair. As she pulled him up, she blasted him in the face with her knee. Stunning him once again, this time his nose burst open as it crunched beneath her knee. She placed him on the table, and strapped him down. Once he was strapped down, she took the knife and cut his clothes off him until he was lying there naked.

     “You know I have money right?”
he said.

     “I don’t give a shit about your money
,” she answered.

     He looked up at the ceiling and took a deep breath. Part of him had always wondered how he’d meet his end. Living the life he did, with his hobby wasn’t something that one could do forever. It could be possible, but odds were he’d end up dead, in prison or die by lethal injection. Being strapped to his own table by one of his victims was not something he had prepared himself for mentally.

     “Now,” Jenny said as she picked a scalpel up off his table. “What would you like to lose first?”

Chapter 24

     Jenny enjoyed the sounds of his sobs. At the start, he held it together quite well. No matter what she did to him, he’d grit his teeth and tough it out. It wasn’t long though before she broke him. Even the toughest sociopaths had their breaking point and she had found his. She finally had him crying and begging for mercy, but there would be none.

     Over the past year since her ordeal, she had taken some anatomy and pre-med courses online just for this occasion. She had him flat on the table with his chest cut open. Luckily she’d brought her own equipment since his tools were more archaic.

     “How did you find me?”
he cried.

     “I remember you saying you always looked for undocumented prostitutes. I knew that wouldn’t change. I looked up places where bodies were found. Wasn’t too hard to track you here. From there it was just a matter of showing your photo to some people before I found this place. I watched it for a while until I was sure it was you.”

     “I should have killed you when I had the chance,” he said.

     “Yes you should have. But you didn’t, so you’re fucked.”

     His skin was peeled away from his chest and abdomen, held into place by several clamps. His ribs and abdominal organs were all exposed. She could see his heart beating just beneath his ribcage.

     “What are you going to do to me?”
he asked.

     She put down her scalpel and glared at him.

     “Seriously? You’re gonna ask me that? Like you don’t fucking know what I’m going to do to you?”

     “I have some idea I guess.”

     “Let’s put it this way. The pain you’ve felt so far will feel like blowing a load compared to what I’m about to do.”

     “I was afraid of that,” he said.

     She reached into her bag and took out an ice pick and poked it through his stomach. He let out a scream and grunt as his bowels let loose, unleashing a horrific smell throughout the room.

     “My God!”
she said putting her forearm over her nose. “You just fucking shit yourself? God you’re a sick fuck. I seem to remember you mocking my brother for doing the same thing.”

     “I’m sorry,” he said. “I couldn’t help it. That hurt so bad. It just let loose.”

     She poked another hole into his stomach, bringing more screams from him. Digging through her bag, she found the large hook. She hooked it around his intestines and pulled them out of his abdominal cavity as he continued screaming. Instead of pulling it all the way out, she used a set of tongs and held it over his face.

     “Open wide!”
she said.

     He pinched his mouth shut as she rubbed the blood
y organ over his lips. She cut a piece off the end about an inch long. As he screamed, she stuffed it into his mouth and forced his mouth shut. He struggled against her, but she was stronger. She could feel him gagging, but she wouldn’t let him open his mouth. Finally he was forced to chew and swallow the piece.

     “There you go. Wasn’t that tasty?”
she said as she let go. He coughed and gagged.

     “You fucking bitch!”
he yelled.

     “What? Don’t like how you taste?” 
She said as she draped the intestine over his shoulder. He screamed again as she reached into his abdomen again, fishing around as he screamed and grunted. She felt around until she plucked one of his kidneys, using the scalpel to cut it free.

     “Ow! Fuck! Motherfucker!”
he screamed.

     “Oh shut up Duncan,” Jenny scolded. “Don’t be a pussy.”

     “You’re a cunt!” he yelled.

     “Seems so strange you’re so upset with me for doing to you what you had done to tons of others.”

     “That was different. That was a bonding experience. They were purged of their impurity through pain. We became one though my digestion of their essence.”

    “Oh that is such bullshit. You like to fucking kill and torture. I could tell how much fun you were having
,” she said as she poked at his stomach again.

     Over the next several hours, she poked, prodded or removed several more of his organs and limbs. She had systematically cut off each of his fingers, toes and both his ears. At some point throughout the procedure, Duncan had lost his mind completely. She was partly upset by that. She wanted him to suffer as much as possible. At the end, he was blubbering and rambling incoherently.

     She finished him off by cutting off his penis and testicles and shoving them into his mouth. By then he was so far gone, he actually chewed enthusiastically until he bled out. It was funny to watch. He had no idea he was dying while he chewed his own testicles as if they were jawbreakers.  Then the life drained out of him.

     Once he was gone, she sat and looked at her work. For the first time in over a year, she felt happy, at peace. She knew the nightmares would finally end and she took comfort knowing she’d saved lives. She peeled off her rubber gloves and picked up her bag, taking it with her outside as she walked to the edge of the beach.

     Looking out at the ocean, she removed her bloody clothes and let them fall into a pile in the sand. The last time she had been naked outside, was the day Duncan had taken her. This time, she waded into the water, feeling the waves sweep over her. Blood pooled around her as it washed off her skin. The water was cold, but exhilarating. Once the water was chest deep, she leaned back and just let herself float as she looked up at the sky. Drifting alone in the ocean, she hoped the water would wash the bloodstains off her body and her soul.

The End