Karl had almost blown his cover once....grasping a nearby knife....so near...so very near to cutting the old whore down where she stood. But no he chickened out that time, he was ashamed that he had and promised he wouldn’t again..
Karl’s car turned from the main highway into the car park of the café, his mind switched off from killings and onto flipping fucking burgers for another ten hours... ‘Happy fucking doodle do...at least Maria’s here today to brighten the day’ Karl thought.
Karl entered the café, and noticed the old hag was in her office on the phone..Karl imagined that Mary was probably in her late fifties, and imagined her naked with droopy skin and ripples of fat lobbing about her sides...he thought her fucking tits were probably old and crusty like her cobs. A sly smirk fell across his face.
“You got time to daydream you little freak!” came the sharp tones of Mary who had spotted Karl daydreaming.
“No Ma-am, on my way to the kitchen.” came Karl’s reply but in his head he was really saying ‘fuck off you old bitch...I’m gonna slice up one day!’
“Well hop to it! Freak-boy...them burgers ain’t gonna cook themselves!” replied Mary with a snarl and grunt .
“Yes Ma-am, on my way now.” mumbled Karl, as he made his way into the kitchen and began to prepare the kitchen ready for the morning’s breakfast rush, that was due in the next hour and half. The clock ticked over to 05:00 am as the ovens and appliances hummed into life like a concerto of ticks and clicks and knocks.
Karl had noticed that Maria had just arrived and his mind wandered again, he imagined the soft tender skin of Maria’s breasts bulging from her tight blouse and he imagined throwing her onto the counter....ripping away those stockings and white panties to one side, and then with his own trousers down thrust himself into her....yes he would fuck the brains out of her...fuck her real hard so she screamed the whole kitchen down.
“Morning Karl.....you dreaming again?” chuckled Maria softly towards Karl’s direction.
“Er....something like that yeah!” replied Karl with a nervous smile sweeping across his face. He continued to begin cooking the first slices of bacon and sausages on the griddle.
Maria entered the staff’s area, hung her coat up and began preparing the customer area ready for the first wave to begin at 07:00am. Maria quickly went around all the tables wiping them so they were spotless knowing all too well how much a stickler for hygiene was Mary.
“Morning dear....how are you this morning?” came Mary’s voice as Maria was wiping the service counter.
“Morning Mary....I am well thanks and yourself?” Maria replied.
“Good you’re here and that freak isn’t here alone with me!” retorted Mary about Karl.
“Oh come on Mary...I think Karl has a kind of crush on you, he probably see’s you as the only parent person in his life since he was abandoned as a child.” replied Maria, as Mary looked towards the kitchen and watched Karl busy cooking away...
The day flew past and so did the hours, the café had closed and Mary had retired to her office to start drinking heavily after a long day at work. Karl was busy cleaning the kitchen and prepping things for the next day, he hadn’t realised that Mary had been watching him all day, and now she sat in her office looking at the security cameras and was watching him further as she downed drink after drink.
She had been widowed for a few years and hadn’t felt a man’s body between her thighs in a long while, but her fingers had begun to trickle between her legs and she began to finger herself whilst watching Karl upon the screen....first one then two and she began to ripple with ecstasy as the fourth entered inside her. Her other hand begun fondle her aged breasts...erecting the bullet like nipples as her other hand and fingers rippled within her...soon jets of cum trickled down her leg but she wanted more....
Karl had finished in the kitchen and was on his way to fetch his coat, when Mary called out to him.
“Karl....would you like to come into my office?” she asked softly.
Karl was unsure...she had never spoken nicely too him before, plus he knew she liked to drink as most days he could smell it on her breath. Reluctantly he made his way to her office and entered it, as Mary closed it shut behind them.
“Please sit down next to me....I need to speak to you.” Mary spoke patting the empty seat on the sofa next to her. Karl nervously made his way to the seat.
Mary rested her hand upon his leg...slowly massaging it up and down, Karl’s penis started to come to life and began to get erect...Mary felt the hardness in his manhood and began to massage it through the fabric of his trousers.
“You are making me nervous Ma-am!” said Karl...who was groaning as Mary now had slipped her hand into his trousers and was rubbing his cock up and down as it grew larger and larger in her hand....her other hand had forced Karl’s lips onto hers and she forced her tongue into his mouth.
“I want you to fuck me.....here and now!, fuck me Karl I need you inside me.” growled Mary with drunken desire. She began forcing his clothes off him pushing him backwards onto the sofa and grabbing his swollen penis and forcing it inside of her. She began to rock up and down faster and faster, as Karl’s penis filled her up and she exploded into a sea of ecstasy and cum flowed from her like a river upon both of their naked bodies.
Mary kept herself on his now limping penis rubbing herself against his body, letting the sticky ooze coat their bodies further, Karl was gasping for breath..he had a feeling of sickness rippling through his body but that feeling turned to much darker thoughts of hate...
“I shouldn’t be doing this....I don’t think it’s right!” Karl replied.
“Well if you like working here...you will love it and I expect you to service me regularly if you catch my meaning.” Mary snarled as she began to slurp and lick at Karl’s penis as it began to get erect once more....
“Mmm, round two I think....now fuck me up my ass...I want you to cum inside me and by the gallon.” ordered Mary as she turned to all fours whilst holding Karl’s swollen penis firmly and began to push it in her sticky hole.
Karl moaned slightly as he was forced deep into Mary’s asshole....then when he was fully in, Mary began rocking up and down upon it....taking all of him in and out...in and out.
Karl began to ready to explode and Mary sensed it...rocking up harder and harder, as Karl began to lose control of his actions as his hands crawled across Mary’s crinkled back towards her neck as he bucked to and fro....forcing more and more of himself into the aged Mary, who had begun to scream in sheer ecstasy as the young buck fucking her senselessly on the sofa, as they moved to the floor.
Karl’s hands had reached Mary’s neck and before he knew they had closed around her throat....squeezing harder and harder with every thrust his penis made inside of her....she gurgled for air but with the final thrust his hands squeezed the final drafts of breath from her body....then without a thought he snapped her neck instantly as he pulled himself out of her...
Karl grabbed Mary’s blouse and wiped himself clean...then got himself dressed and began to decide how to get rid of the body....he turned off all the lights in the café...then using both hands dragged Mary’s dead lifeless body to the kitchen.
“Stupid fucking whore....stupid fucking whore!, what am I gonna do?” Karl spoke to himself over and over again....
“Maybe it was the only way....maybe it’s time Karl disappeared and the new Dark Poet emerged.” the second voice within his head piped up.
“Grab the knife Karl.....we got work to do!” the second voice inside his head replied....
Karl reached for the shiny knife from the block....his mind in a flurry.
“Calm down....Karl this is what we are gonna do.” the voice inside his head replied as Karl stood over Mary’s dead body....
Chapter Fourteen: Mary,Mary....Quite Contrary
Sam Mallows was standing alone upon wasteland on the outskirts of town, he was awaiting the arrival of somebody....somebody he hadn’t spoke to in a number
of years...
“God-damn it where are you?....you son of a bitch!” Sam said to himself as the early morning breeze rippled upon the coat collar’s by his ears.
“Morning Samuel...it’s been a while!” I replied as I stepped from the shadows.
“Hal....I should turn you in, you don’t deserve freedom.” replied Sam as he turned to face the Dark Poet.
“Now...now Sam, you know I know about the copycat killer who has presumed himself the ‘new me’. And I know you got that reporter to question me at the Asylum, but I also know that you need my help to catching this ‘pretender to my throne’.
So here’s the deal...I help you catch this little creep, and I will let you return me to the Asylum without a quarrel or a harsh word.” I replied calmly towards Sam Mallows.
“And I have your word....that you will turn yourself in...after we catch the culprit.” asked Sam to me.
“Scouts honour!” I replied back.
“I find it hard to believe you if you are saying the truth....so what do you need to know about this copycat?” Sam asked me.
“Well it seems to me that this friend of ours....is a little sloppy at the least, he has no method with his killing...it’s all a bit slap...bang..wallop!” I explained as Sam listened on to my words.
“He feels the need to become me...or better than me, but that will be his downfall...he will make mistakes and try to cover them up poorly.” I replied.
“So how do we catch him?” Sam asked.
“We allow him to catch himself by falling into a clever trap that we set.” I replied wearing a sly smile across my face.
“What trap?......how do you get a killer to catch himself?” Sam asked towards Hal, who merely chuckled to himself.
“All in good time....all in good time.” I replied with a bout of raucous chuckling....
“We had to kill you....don’t you see!” the second voice within Karl had perked up as his hand grasped the sharp knife. With one carefully quick swipe....Karl began to cut into the lifeless body of Mary...slicing carefully across the throat where his fingers had grasped and bruised.
“Cut true and deep...cut out the skin where your fingers have been!” hissed the second voice inside Karl’s head. “Your fingerprints will be on her neck....so mutilate it so the police can’t get them lifted off there!” the second voice hissed more strongly now within Karl’s head.
Karl’s own voice had become much weaker now and he was unable to control his actions as he carefully sliced and hacked out the piece of skin around Mary’s neck. The huge bloody dent left behind seeped slowly upon the floor...
“We need to make it look like a robbery...or break-in gone wrong.” explained the voice inside Karl’s head, as he fumbled about knocking items onto the floor around the cafe...smashing several glasses upon the floor near the body of Mary.
Karl grabbed Mary’s head and forced a large shard of glass straight through her forehead and laying her back face forward upon the ground, he rummaged through her handbag and found the café’s keys inside it. He removed them and proceeded to lock the front entrance and made his way towards the rear staff entrance, he opened the door and locked it from the outside.... he then walked a few paces away from the door and waited....
The voice inside his head soon piped up.... “feel the anger...trust the anger...release the anger now!!” hissed the voice as Karl found himself running towards the rear entrance at full pelt, and just as he reached it he sent his full force upon the door.
The door crashed open as the lock and hinges broke free from the sides and Karl found himself flat upon the remains of the door, that had scattered upon the ground where he lay... he lifted himself up and brushed himself down, before returning to Mary’s dead body and returning the keys back into the handbag, before retracing his steps and leaving the café and driving away into the darkness of the night....
Karl’s mind was racing as he drove under the dim lights of the city, making his way towards his apartment. His hands rocking with excitement and a slight sprinkling of fear. He had become stupid and now needed to lay low as the police would no doubt want to question him once the body was found in the morning...
Karl pulled into the space outside his apartment and silently slide into his apartment without anybody noticing him, as he entered he closed the door quietly and locked it firmly behind him. He glanced at the clock upon the wall...it read 1:00am and it was almost 6 hours before he had to return to the café and begin a new day...
Karl moved towards the bedroom, he needed some sleep and needed to clear his mind because he needed to be at his best in a few hours time for the cop show that would be no doubt in full go at the café when he arrived. Karl collapsed upon the bed, as the world around him started to fade....it all faded black....
“Will it work?....this trap of yours will it work?” asked Sam Mallows as he stood listening to the Dark Poet explain his idea in capturing this copycat killer who had stolen the moniker of the Dark Poet himself.
“Just let me deal with it in my own way, and then when it is over I will be back where I belong as well as you will be retired and away from all this thrill and spills you have been accustomed to.” I replied knowing that the thought of retirement cut a deep wound into the very soul of Mallows.
Sam hated the ‘R’ word....he had tried to put it to the back of his mind for as long as possible, the world had changed since he was a young policeman and he had seen his share of murders and deaths, enough to haunt him into his old age and now in the very twilight of his career with death no doubt knocking upon his door sooner than later....he pushed it further back...
“So what do I tell the others?...I can’t allow two killers loose in the city, playing this deadly game of cat and mouse with each other.” Sam tried to explain to me.
“Don’t tell them then...it will be our secret!” I replied as I began to walk away once more under the cover of the shadows....
Sam watched Hal disappear before his eyes and he was left to ponder about the coming events that would hit this city hard, before returning to his car and driving off into the night.....
Karl desperately ragged the newspaper cuttings down from the wall, he knew if the police arrived there to question him the first thing they would see would be the cuttings. He pulled back the mat that he had been standing upon, and loosened the floorboards beneath...there was a secret compartment hidden below, a place to hide all evidence of his crimes within.
He replaced the boards and the mat....then decided to get some sleep before the events of the new day would begin....
Patrick drove into the car park of the café, his head was still full of sleep and the coffee in his hand hadn’t woken his senses yet. As he stepped from his car and stared towards the sealed off area and doorway into the café. Patrick looked into the café and saw several forensic officers dusting for prints and collecting different pieces of evidence.
Looking further in...he could see a young woman highly distressed and eyes gushing of tears as an officer was taking her statement. Patrick walked into the café and towards where the dead body which had been covered was located.
An officer greeted Patrick as he approached...
“Morning Pat, we got another gruesome one here again!” the officer replied.
“Just give me the brief facts....don’t need the full details.” Pat asked.
“One dead female...late forties possible early fifties, looks to have been strangled and mutilated physically and sexually as traces of her neck have been carved by a knife and traces of bleach have been found upon her skin and inside her body especially around her genitalia areas.” the officer explained.
“Oh my god....I presume there has been a rape kit taken and processed?” Pat asked..
“Yes all has been done....just waiting on results from forensics.” the officer replied.
“Any witnesses or CCTV in this place?” Pat enquired.
“There is CCTV cameras but the tape has been stolen and the safe in
the main office has been broken into...seems to be an amount of cash has been stolen. It looks like a robbery gone bad to me, and the lady was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and they or he took their vengeance upon her...” the officer replied.
“Something smells iffy to me.....if she was approached by a gang then if she gave them the money, why the possible raping? And how did they enter the building when the main entrance is fully lit up like a firework display?” asked Pat.
“There maybe two answers to that...one the lighting is on a timer so it could be possible the person or people entered the building under a cloak of darkness....but it’s possible they or he entered via the back entrance, as it looks to have been forced from the outside in....and there is no street lighting around the back of the building so it is quite possible this was the point of entry.” the officer explained...
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