Never Fear (66 page)

Oh well. I jumped out of the van and
slugged her in the face for good measure and drug her into the back
of the van. Shit, I was scared, but it was exhilarating! I
“quietly” slammed the back doors and hopped in the front. I didn’t
even remember to tie her up! I was such a dumb-ass. Luckily for me
she didn’t wake up.

I drove to Uncle Sam’s storage. Uncle
Sam was a used-up, fat, fuckin’ Vet that couldn’t let go of the
four years he served. I’m sure he repaired staplers or some shit
while he was in. He was curious why I rented such a big storage. I
got one just big enough to get the van in, but I told him it was
for a boat. I had to listen to his dumb-ass talk about all the
fishin’ he and his Army buds used to do. Whatever, fuck off
already.

When I got there, I hopped
out and opened the door and drove the van inside. I closed the door
and locked it from the inside.
Holy shit,
I actually did it!
Now it was time for the
good stuff. I grabbed the chest I had previously stored and drug it
to the rear of the van. I retrieved the rope from inside it and
opened the van doors. I had stashed a few construction lights, the
kind that are on stands too. I plugged them in and aimed them in
the back of the van.

I selected a few tools
from the toy chest and hopped in the van with them. I quickly used
the rope and tied up the
parent of the
year
. I started to relax finally. I
slapped her a few times to wake her up. It didn’t work. I grabbed
the ammonia inhalants I bought on Amazon and cracked one open. I
didn’t know how to use it so I shoved it right up her
nose.

It worked!

That bitch screamed! LOUD! I wrapped
some rope around her mouth as a makeshift gag. I started to calm
her down. I realized that she still had the ammonia in her nose. I
bet that shit burned. I left it in—fuck it!

I grabbed my Mountain Dew from the
cupholder up front and sat down next to her. We talked. Well, I
talked. She freaked the fuck out! I told her all about how great of
a mom she was. Oh, I forgot to mention that I was also cutting off
her toes one at a time with a pair of rusty, old tin snips while I
recited the merits of her parenting.

Blood spurted across the back of the
van. After I snipped each, carefully painted I might add, toe off,
I looked her right in the eyes while I poured rubbing alcohol onto
each wound. Ha! Wouldn’t want her to get an infection. Her face
turned pale, from the shock I guessed. The ammonia seemed to keep
her awake pretty good though.

“
So, I couldn’t help but
notice back there in your trailer... You were fuckin’ yourself. You
know that your daughter is in that house right? Do you get off on
knowing that she is that close to you while you are doing that?
Well, since you like to shove shit in your cunt...” I unzipped my
pants.

I wasn’t gonna fuck her. She was a
filthy bitch, but it sure freaked her out. Her eyes got all big and
shit. That was when I knew I had all the power, and it felt good to
use it. I was getting a little freaked out though. Beginner’s
nerves I guess. So I set aside shoving shit in her and moved to her
fingers.

“
Remember when you flipped
me off bitch? Do it again.” She shook her head no, obviously
terrified, so I pulled out my K-bar and touched it to her left
titty, right at the nipple. I yelled at the top of my lungs for her
to flip me off. All she did was cry and shake her head no. So I
made good on my threat. I sliced off her nipple like a piece of
pepperoni. Ha! She screamed loud again. Well, as loud as one could
scream with a mouth full of rope, no toes, and a missing
nipple.

This time when I told her to flip me
off—surprise, she did, I hacked off the other nipple. Why not? I
was in charge. I laid the pair of nips on the wheel well behind me.
I wasn’t sure what I was gonna do with them, but I had time to
figure it out.

Now, back to the fingers. I grabbed
her right middle finger, the one she flipped me off with. I toyed
with it for a minute. I bent it forward and backward through its
range of motion until she relaxed just enough. Then I grabbed it as
hard as I could and bent it backwards until it snapped at the base.
Have you ever heard a finger bone crack? It’s loud!

I moved her hand right in front of her
face and wiggled the shit out of that busted finger. Man, that
bitch sure did cry. Ha! Over the course of ten minutes or so I
snapped each finger’s bone, and then one at a time I cut through
the flesh with my K-bar. Each finger plopped to the floor of the
van, still wrigglin’! It was pretty funny.

I had an idea for them fingers though,
so I rounded ’em up and put ’em in a small box. This bein’ the
first time I killed anyone. I got a little worried and decided it
was time to get movin’ with the rest of the plan. I set the finger
box aside and leaned in toward her face. She looked at me—eye to
fuckin’ eye. You know what that whore did?

Nothin’ ’cuz I punched her in the face
and broke her pretty little jaw! HA!

She was out cold again. I was pretty
much done with her any who, so I grabbed the sheet of plastic I had
in the storage and opened it up behind the van and spread it out on
the floor. I grabbed the hacksaw and set it in the back of the van
while I drug her out by her legs. Once her legs were out of the
van, I started with her right leg.

I pressed the saw against her leg and
began pushing and pulling it against her skin. Like a hot knife
through butter, her skin flayed open. I thought it was gonna be
easy the whole time. But I couldn’t get that damn saw to bite into
her kneecap. That shit was tough. Until I smashed the fuck out of
it with a ball-peen hammer anyways.

After that, the lower half of her leg
came right off. It was the same way for the other side. Smack,
smack, saw, saw. I did the same at her thigh joint but used a
crowbar to separate the ball of her femur from the
socket.

Oh, after the first lower leg was off,
I think she died ’cuz the bitch didn’t move. Even when I punched
her right in the pussy.

I flipped her around after that and
hacked off her arms, first at the elbow, then at the shoulder. As
the parts came off, I stacked them in a pile like you would stack
logs. Once that was done, I carefully removed her head the same way
and set it next to the stack.

This was where I learned a VERY
important lesson. I decided that I wanted to cut her torso in half.
Why? Why the fuck not? Fuck that whore... So anyways, I tried to
think of the best way to do it and settled on the hack
saw.

I made the first cut just below the
ribs. What’s the worst thing you ever smelled? Well, you ain’t
never smelled nothin’ ’til you cut into a sack of shit! I don’t
know what this bitch ate, but it smelled like she ate nothin’ but
hot fuckin’ garbage. That shit was ripe.

But I was committed at this point, so
I hacked my way through, retching a few times. The strange part was
the smell was gross, but I learned the guts didn’t bother me. I
actually felt accomplished when I got her all taken apart. I felt
something, like pride maybe. Whatever. Now here is where shit gets
good.

So, I grabbed the paper towels and
boxes from the front of the storage. I laid out and separated each
body part and gave it a wipe down. I assembled boxes of all sizes.
Two of each size actually. I carefully lined each one with plastic.
I matched the right size box with the right size limb and sealed a
part in each one.

I assembled a perfect head-sized box,
re-assembled, and sealed the head inside. Get this... Then I
wrapped all the boxes in Christmas paper: Santa paper, Rudolph
paper, My Little Pony paper. But the box with the head... I wrapped
that in One Direction paper. The perfect paper for the perfect
present.

It was almost 3:00 a.m. at that point
and I needed to get a move on. I pulled the blood-covered plastic
up and bagged it in Hefty bags. I did the same with the plastic
from inside the van and the paper towels too. I bagged the tools. I
bagged everything.

I threw all the bags into the van. I
grabbed the nipples I had left in the back of the van and tossed
them in the finger box. I loaded all the presents into the van. I
took special care to load the present with the head in it up front
so I could make sure it didn’t roll around. It needed to be the
perfect present.

I grabbed the last box, marked “Suit,”
from the front of the storage. I ripped open the top and pulled out
its contents. I placed everything in its correct place. Everything
had to be right. I was determined to give Suzy the best Christmas
ever.

I stripped off all of my clothes right
down to my underwear. I scratched my ass as I walked over to the
box. I made sure it was empty before I gathered and tossed in all
of my bloody clothes. I turned around; a smile filled my face.
There, spread in perfect order, was my Santa Suit.

I put each piece on carefully and
ensured that I tied every tie and knotted every knot. Everything
was going to be great for Suzy. I was sure of it. I tossed the box
of old clothes in the van with the hefty bags. The back doors
closed with a thud that echoed in the storage. I turned off all of
the lights and opened the door.

I backed out and drove straight to
Suzy’s house, singing Christmas carols the entire way. I was a new
man! I sang about packages, boxes, and bags. I sang about
everything.

When I pulled into the trailer park I
drove the long way around so I could see if the cops were there. To
my relief, the lights were still off and a lone candle in the
menorah was still burning. I shut off the van’s lights and drove to
the front of the trailer. I put the van in park and shut off the
engine.

This part was going to be tricky. I
tiptoed to the front door and, as quietly as I could, propped it
open. I slunk down the steps and opened the van doors. I grabbed
the boxes full of arms and legs, trunks and torsos, but I saved the
best two boxes for last.

I grabbed the box that had the head in
it and the finger box. I prominently displayed the head box so it
would be the first present Suzy saw. It was the perfect place. I
scrawled the perfect note on it:

Suzy,

Open me first!

Merry
Christmas,

Santa

What I did next, though, that was just
for me. I walked to the still flickering candle, blew it out, and
tossed it aside. I removed all the candles. Do you know what I did
next? I jammed the fingers in the fucking menorah! It was perfect.
Menorah fingers! Seriously—that shit was genius. Fucking menorah
fingers!

Can you imagine being the person who
finds that? Classic! Anyways, I left that shit up on the counter so
Suzy couldn’t really see it. No sense traumatizing her on such a
joyous day! I also picked up the pussy candle and jammed it in the
center holder. I took a minute to look around. Everything looked
perfect.

Merry Christmas, kiddo,” I said
quietly as I walked out the door and closed it behind
me.

*

Funny feelin’ ya get after
hackin’ up a whore. I remember the next morning—TV programs all
over reported this poor kid getting up and un-wrapping her mom’s
body I took apart. Truth is, that is
kinda
what happened. I imagined it
more like this...

The trailer was just startin’ to
brighten up with the sun rising. Little Suzy opened up her little
peepers and immediately filled with Christmas joy! Then poor Suzy
remembered that she had to share Christmas with that fuckin’ cunt
of a mother. The joy quickly left her young heart. But she got up
anyway.

Little Suzy searched the house for
dear old candle-fuckin’ Mommy, but lo and behold! that bitch was
nowhere to be found. Suzy stumbled all sleepy-eyed into the living
room and bellered something like, “Holy fuck, Santy Clause sure
does love me! Look at all these goddamn presents,” or whatever kids
say these days. HA!

Kids is so sweet and innocent. I
imagined that she run over to them presents and hopefully read
Santy’s note. I’m sure she grabbed the boxes and ripped the
Christmas paper off ’em like a tornado ripping through the
Midwest.

I can just see her bright little eyes
when she opened up that perfect little present—the one with Mom’s
head in it. She musta smiled from ear to ear when she saw that
stupid slut was dead. I can almost see her kickin’ dear old Mom’s
head around like a soccer ball. Running from one room to the next
kickin’ goals.

I assume the cops came when little
Suzy got hungry and there wasn’t no one to feed her. I shoulda left
her a sandwich or something.

Them news people just don’t get what a
neat thing I did for Suzy. I figured that what I had done was so
good, and I wanted to keep doin’ it, that I would do it every year
for Christmas. Boy, it sure took a while for them news folk to calm
down about it. Poor Suzy lost her mommy. Fuck that shit! Suzy
gained her motha-fuckin’ independence. Never again will Mom blow
random faggots in her living room.

HA! Ding, dong the bitch is dead! HA!
HA!

*

The next year was more of the same. I
fucked up a lot less though. No trying to kill bitches in the
parking lots. No falling on the ice. No being a fuckin’ pussy. I
felt like Jesus come back to make folk pay for their
misdeeds.