Randy and Walter: Killers (13 page)

Evidently
Nancy
hadn’t fed the dogs too well if they were this hungry.

He saw a few dogs he recognized and several others he didn’t. Rottwei
l
ers, poodles, Dobermans,
g
olden
r
etrievers, German
s
hepherds, a few pit bulls, and several others all filled the room. Within minutes her body was almost completely gone.

Each one of her bones had found a place in the mouth of a dog. Blood and a few remaining pieces of intestine and internal organs were spread out in the middle of the room. Each dog’s muzzle was covered thickly with blood and small pieces of flesh that quickly got licked away.

The dogs were gorged and now were slowly calming down, all resting in the room as tongues licked muzzles to clean them of blood. Randy had seen enough so he left then. The door behind him was locked and the carnage locked away.

He always wondered what something like that would look like.

Now he knew. And now he knew what it was like to finally fuck som
e
one in the ass, to take them like they were nothing but his plaything, to stare into their eyes as he slammed himself deep into the one place most would never want him to go.

As he walked back to his car, he remembered the sensation of being deep in
Nancy
’s ass, how her anus had wrapped around his dick in a loving embrace.

Oh, yes, he liked fucking women in the ass; it was a lot tighter than a pussy could ever be.

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RANDY AND WALTER: KILLERS

Chapter 7

A
fter the morning at the dog pound, the months seemed to fly by. Randy found himself enjoying himself every night and som
e
times during the day. The cops hadn’t been able to find anything incriminating at the pound. When the skinny man arrived for work Monday morning, he was also attacked and killed by the dogs that were free of their cages.

Many of the animals escaped the pound to run around the town as strays, getting hit by cars or picked up by a family taking pity on the animal. Some of the others were picked up later by police and dog catchers.

The skinny man had tried to escape the pound when he was a
t
tacked, actually making it outside, but the animals now had a taste for human meat and he was quickly brought down at the front walk. A nearby car had seen the skinny man being attacked and called the police, who arrived at the scene less than ten mi
n
utes later.

By the time they arrived the man was dead. His throat had been ripped out by the escaping dogs. When the police walked inside the pound, they were forced to kill some of the other dogs that had tried to attack them.

They had to shoot about twelve dogs before the others took the hint and silently retreated back into their cages.

The police found pools of
Nancy
’s blood in the hallway and backroom, as well as pieces of her clothes, keys and glasses. But that was it. Nothing else whatsoever. Over the weekend, the dogs had devoured the rest.

So there was nothing to go on. The cops eventually decided it was just a freak accident, the dogs somehow getting out of their cages to attack
Nancy
with some kind of pack mentality.

This information had come on the news that Monday night and since then the pound had been taken over and security cameras installed. Imagine that, no cameras were even installed at the time, Randy mused. He could have simply waltzed into the pound, killed her and left at anytime. He could have done it all stark naked and no one ever would have known! All because the orig
i
nal owner had been too damn cheap to buy security cameras, believing that people would be too stupid and afraid to try an
y
thing because they automatically assumed there were cameras. After all, who the hell doesn’t have a security system installed in this day and age?

Well, obviously cheap pricks like the dog pound’s owner, Rick Ram
e
steiz.

Randy met Rick a few weeks later while boozing it up at the l
o
cal bar. They had bullshitted about nothing that mattered until Rick’s date arrived an hour later. She was late. She wore a skanky outfit and her makeup was running. Even Randy decided he wouldn’t want to screw her with an elephant sized strap-on.

Rick left with the skank and Randy stayed at the bar, finishing his beer before he left. As he walked along the sidewalk back towards his house, he passed the local elementary school.

That was when he noticed the sign on the front of the building. The school itself looked more like a college, the architect trying to give it some class, not letting it look like another mass-produced building for city educ
a
tion. It was a large, brown, brick building with rows of windows plastered along its facade. At the front of the school, was a small flight of stairs with two metal railings on each side that led up towards two glass entrance doors.

In front of the building was a park area with a yellow slide and a swing set. A sandbox was next to that along with a tire swing and an area for smaller children made up of different colored plastic parts that led to another, smaller bright orange slide.

The sign on the front of the school with the large black letters were crisp and new, as if it had just been made.

School Begins August
Fourteenth
.

An idea formed in Randy’s mind as he stared at the sign, one where he would have lots of playthings for quite a while.

It was perfect. He could watch the children everyday to see what he liked and then pick out a new victim the next morning.

In the afternoon, he could grab himself one of them with pro
m
ises of sweets and other surprises.

Kids are so easy to fool, after all.

T
he school opened on schedule on Monday, August 14th.

It was another dark and gloomy day.

A cold wind ran through the air as Randy stood at the fence, watching children being dropped off and walked along the sid
e
walk. He watched the children going up to the front of the buil
d
ing, the younger kids all being walked into the school by their parents. It wasn’t too long before Randy picked off his first catch of the day.

A little girl no older than eight strolled along the sidewalk t
o
wards the school. She hadn’t been dropped off like the others; she had been walking from an unknown nearby house.

The child had bright yellow hair and a purple backpack slung over her shoulders. She smiled joyfully as she skipped towards the school stairs. Randy watched her as if he was a hawk watching its prey.

She entered the school and Randy smiled.

He would have fun with her
, he thought.

He went home to get ready for the afternoon, barely able to contain his excitement. He cleaned his house and carried the chains he’d recently purchased into the basement.

When he was in the basement, he fastened the chains to the far wall and put a large bright light up in front of it. His basement had become a place for torture, a dungeon made specifically for sexual torture and mutilation.

In the middle of the room was a metal table. On top of the t
a
ble, neatly lined up, was a set of knives. On the other side of the basement was his most prized possession, a huge furnace he had built just for burning body pieces. He figured if he was going to keep killing, he’d better make sure to get it right, and a big part of that was disposal of the corpses.

The smoke was filtered through a vent that led to the outside. For some reason that he didn’t give much thought to, he still had no neighbors to worry about. So with the smoke filtering through the vent, it would go unnoticed as it rose into the air over his house.

He now had his own personal crematorium just for victims that were foolish enough to follow him home.

Or he forcefully brought home.

He spent the rest of the day at Caruthers until it was two in the afte
r
noon, drinking coffee and watching the clock closely. When the hand hit two, it was time to go. He walked casually back t
o
wards the school, reaching it with time to spare.

The children were just beginning to leave, many of them ge
t
ting into cars with their parents.

As he walked across the road towards the fence at the front of the school, he was almost hit by a brown car. He looked into the interior of the car and saw an aggravated man staring him down. A little brunette girl sat in the backseat, moving her lips quickly. She must have been singing som
e
thing. The man yelled at the girl and she stopped moving her lips. Randy stepped onto the sid
e
walk and out of the car’s way, the car tires screeching as it spun away from the school. Obviously the man wasn’t worried about speeding in a school zone, Randy figured.

Many of the children were gone now, the schoolyard clearing out fast, and he started to get worried that he would be unable to find the girl he’d seen that morning. Until he saw her running away from the school, headed towards the main sidewalk. He walked quickly towards her, then turned and followed her down the road, having to almost jog to keep pace with her.

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 a
c
tion. 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 b
e
fore 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 screa
m
ing?” 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 sp
e
cial 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 som
e
thing 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, disa
p
pointed 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.