Randy and Walter: Killers (4 page)

Somewhere in his head, a little red-haired girl was also laug
h
ing.

The wedding wasn’t very much. They decided on going to the cour
t
house and just getting married quickly and easily with just a form saying they were now legally married. Their marriage to each other was, for a time, good. They continued their daily routine of him working during the day while she stayed home and kept things clean and got dinner ready. It was six months into the marriage when Randy began to lose something inside him.

He wasn’t quite sure as of what it was. It happened on a Friday when he was called into his boss’ office. His boss was a short, round little man with a scraggly beard and little beady eyes that darted back and forth as if eternally searching for something.

When Randy entered his office, the man was sitting behind his desk, gazing over a stack of papers at Randy. He asked him to sit and Randy obliged.

“Randy,” he said. “You’ve worked here for a while now. But over the past several months your work has become sloppy.” He paused to light a cigar, then continued. “So, I’m sorry to tell you this but I have to fire you. Not because you’ve been sloppy but because we just don’t need you right now.” With this said, he handed an envelope to Randy who took it without saying a word.

Randy stood and left the shop, oddly not caring too much.

With his day cut short, he walked home. He had no need to open the envelope for he already knew what it was. It was his final pay check. When he arrived home, he immediately noticed that something was off in the house. Nothing was straightened and no lights were on. He called out to Amy who called back, “In here.”

She was in the bedroom. He went to their bedroom to find her sitting on the edge of the bed, her hands in her lap.

He could see something was bothering her so he asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m pregnant
,
”
she answered simply.

Randy didn’t want to hear anymore so he went into the living room and dropped the envelope onto the table. Sitting on the couch, he put his head in his hands. If by some odd occurrence he had a daughter with red hair, he would lose his mind.

The next day, Randy decided to release some aggression. He found hi
m
self at the candle shop; at the back door. He pulled a knife from a sheath on his belt and silently opened the back door. It was a Saturday so the only person who was in the shop was the boss. Randy knew that more than likely the boss would be sitting in his office.

Randy carried a gas can filled to the top with gas in his other hand. He walked silently to the boss’ office and peered past the partially opened door. There he was, his ex-boss, sitting at his desk looking through papers. He looked up and stared at Randy, su
r
prised to see him standing there.

The two men just stared into each other
’
s eyes for a moment.
T
hen Randy went into action.

He ran at
his ex-
boss,
the
knife held high in his hand. Dropping the gas can to the floor, he used his free hand to grab
the man
by
his
shirt collar and pull him out of his chair. Staring at the knife,
his
boss
began
begging for his life, but Randy shut him up when he brought the knife down and into the top of his head.

Randy threw
his ex-
boss’ body to the floor and slid the knife out as he did so. Randy stood over his lifeless body for a few minutes, staring at what he did. He smiled, but only for a moment; right before he started throwing up his lunch all over the corpse.

He resheathed the knife and picked
up
the gas can.

Quickly, gas was poured all around the shop and Randy stood at the back door for a moment, admiring his work. Then he threw the empty can into the shop and lit a match. He dropped it into the gas puddle on the floor and watched as the flames began to co
n
sume everything. He stood at the base of the fire, marveling at what he’d done. It was so beautiful, the fire seeming to dance around in circles as if it was some sort of fiery ballet of reds and oranges. Smoke rolled out the doors and around his feet.

It was at that exact moment that Randy knew what his future was going to be and he knew he was going to love every second of it.

I
t was on a cold day in December when Georgia Lynn Barcer was born. She was born at 3:05 pm at the local hospital in
Birmington
,
North Car
o
lina
. The birth was nothing at all like the one he’d seen in his dream from so many years ago. Nor did his daughter have red hair like the little girl that had plagued his dreams for so long ago. Instead, she had thin brunette hair just like her mother’s. Even then, caked in blood and strange fluids, she was the loveliest thing he’d ever seen. Randy stared at his daughter and wife and felt as if everything was just right in the world.

For three full days, mother and daughter stayed in the hospital until the doctors said it was okay for them to leave.

Back home, before the birth, Randy had spent the past several months building a nursery for their daughter. He and Amy had gotten all sorts of items for an infant and the room was bursting with odds and ends.

Because neither of them worked, they both spent all their time raising their daughter. Day and night they watched over her, two parents doing everything they can to ensure their daughter had the best in what life had to offer.

But as time passed, Randy began to exhibit very odd behavior. He would constantly stand above his daughter’s bed and watch her sleeping. As he stood there with both hands on the side of the crib, he would take one hand and rub the infant all over. His eyes glowered over her. He did this ritual almost every night, making sure Amy was asleep before he did it, though a couple of times the baby woke and started to cry. Not wanting Amy to discover him, he put one hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. He would make sure to never keep his hand over her mouth for more than a few seconds at a time. He was careful as he wouldn’t dare kill her. He just couldn’t stand losing her.

As the years passed and
Georgia
got older, her appearance flowered. She was absolutely marvelous, a beauty that nothing else could stand up to.

Randy was obsessed with his daughter. He watched her every day. At night while she slept, he would always go into her room and watch over her. He found his thoughts going beyond the weird and obsessive to the d
e
praved and abrasive. When she started going to school, he would leave the house and watch her playing in the playground or just sit and wait for her to appear outside. His obsession became worse and worse and he soon began to fantasize.

His first fantasy happened a little after midnight as he and Amy were getting undressed for bed. He looked at his wife’s naked body and pictured his daughter standing there before him
.
H
e then ima
g
ined her lying on the bed
with her legs
spread
wide
.

Her hand moved towards her lower parts and rubbed in a circular m
o
tion
while
her other hand beckoned for him. This fantasy spawned an erection that his wife noticed, but she vainly thought it was her own naked body that
had earn
ed his excitement.

She walked to him and grasped his member in her hand and stroked
it
. He grabbed her by her hair, while in his mind, his daug
h
ter was the one getting this treatment.

She leaned in to kiss him but he instead pushed her head down. She obliged, getting to her knees and putting his cock in her mouth. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. His daughter was there on the floor before him sucking and gagging on his throbbing member. His wife backed away and he grabbed her waist and turned her around towards the bed. Taking a handful of her hair, he bent her over and pulled her head back roughly. He jammed himself deep into her sopping wet pussy so hard she cried out in pain.

But in his mind it was his daughter’s hair and her pussy taking the abuse. The beast-like prose continued for a little over three hours. Randy fucked Amy in every way possible all the while imagining it was his daughter.

Soon afterwards, they collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.

Well, Randy fell asleep; Amy didn’t. Instead, she lay quietly there beside her husband, afraid.

He had never taken her like that before and she remembered the look in his eyes, the gleam within of what she didn’t want to think about.

She knew something was wrong with him but she just had no idea what it was.

As she lay there listening to Randy sleep, his breathing a steady rhythm, she doubted she would ever sleep again.

O
n
Georgia
’s eighth birthday, she invited all of her friends to her house for a birthday party. Amy was busy in the kitchen getting snacks and drinks ready along with cake and ice cream. Randy stood in the doorway to their living room watching the children run around the house and his daughter in the middle of all the activity.

Something was happening to him he couldn’t control.

They all seemed so innocent, so attractive. He was staring
at
many of the young girls in the house, crafting fantasies about them, becoming increasingly aroused by their innocence.

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore and he went into the bat
h
room to release himself. As he stood in the bathroom, jerking his meat back and forth, he looked at himself in the mirror and started to cry. He stopped pleasing himself and fell to his knees in shame.

He slammed his fists upon the floor several times, breaking his knuckles and tearing the skin away. Standing up, he put his hands against the sink and stared deep into his eyes and hated what he saw.

In a fit of rage, he punched the mirror and it shattered into se
v
eral pieces. He picked up a piece and put it to his wrist to slice open his veins. He knew he should do it, unfortunately he was just too much of a coward. He dropped the piece into the sink and left the bathroom.

I
t was a skin-piercing cold mid-January morning when Amy left to town to get groceries among other necessities. It was going to be an all day journey for her. She had left Randy asleep in bed. Before she left, she drove
Georgia
to the school grounds. Before she got out of the car, she leaned over and kissed her daughter. If only she had known what she was going to come home to that afternoon.

Randy woke up with the sun in his eyes. Walking through the house, he immediately noticed Amy wasn’t home. He found a note attached to the refrigerator door by a little magnetic owl.
The note was short and simple.

Randy, I’ve gone to town for some groceries and a few other things we need. I won’t be home until late. Please make sure
Georgia
’s okay. Make som
e
thing for her to eat and get her to do her homework.

                    
Love you.
Your loving wife, Amy

An odd smile creased Randy’s face upon reading this. He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a gallon of milk.

With his wife not home, he shunned a glass and drank it from the ca
r
ton, then put it back on the shelf. The time on the clock read 1:00 p.m. In another hour and a half
Georgia
would be home. His mind was reeling.

They would finally be alone together. Fantasies filled his mind, and though he wanted to ignore them, the feelings were too strong.

He had never thought this would happen, never imagined he would do this. But he would, he wanted it, needed it and yearned for it; but for now, he would be patient. Randy took a shower and didn’t bother getting dressed; instead he stretched out on his bed and waited. He watched the clock which now read 2:23 p.m.

The minutes seemed to pass by with agonizing slowness. He soon began to wonder just why he was being like his. Even he himself couldn’t fully understand it. It finally occurred to him that there really was no reason
why
and he needed to just accept who he was.

The more he tried to understand it the more complicated it b
e
came. So, he didn’t bother thinking about such things any further.

Finally, he heard the front door open and close, followed by the soft patter of his daughter’s footsteps, then her sweet voice calling out.

“
Georgia
, come here, honey
,
” Randy called to her
,
his stomach tingling like there was a thousand butterflies in there trying to escape.