by M. Stratton
Stormy sighed and settled back into his arms, knowing he was right. Ten years ago she was scared of Nutter. Instinctively she knew what he was capable of and tried to stay away from him. Now she knew her way around any number of weapons, most she carried on her at all times. She was well-versed in being aware of her surroundings, knowing that anything could be a weapon, and what would be the best to use to cause the most damage. She was also a black belt and worked daily to keep her aging body limber and lethal.
“I never wished someone dead as much as I wish he was,” Stormy said. “Sometimes I hate myself for thinking like that. But then I remembered everything he did to us and all those innocent people. If he’d just die, we’d all be free.”
Three
“It’s been too long, Janice.” Nutter clicked his tongue. “Oh, I’m sorry, Judge Janice Baker.” Leaning down he whispered in her ear, “Didn’t you read my file before you set me free? You don’t ever want to use my name.”
Janice glared at him and struggled with the binds that tied her to the bed. “What are going you to do? Kill everyone that called you, Lawrence, for the past ten years? Stupid fool, you’ll get caught, Lawrence.”
Roughly he grabbed her face and squeezed hard, forcing her to look at him.
“Do you really think I’m that stupid? If you are trying to piss me off to make this a quick kill, you should know, I very rarely end someone’s life rapidly.” His other hand came up and grabbed her breast. “I like to savor it,” he hissed.
Nutter quickly backed away from her and turned toward the dresser where he kept his tools. He was disgusted with himself. He was better than this. It had been so long since he killed, he felt like an awkward teenager fucking in the backseat of a car in the park. That wasn’t who he was. He was Nutter.
Absently, he reached over and turned on Berlioz’s Symphonie Fantastique, allowing the notes to soothe his soul. Listening to something created by a master helped to fuel his own spark. Fanning the bristles of one of the paintbrushes out, he tried to keep his hands from shaking. He was going to be creating again. For so long he’d pushed this need aside, and now, now he could finally allow it to run free.
It had been ten years since he had killed anyone. Ten long years. The last one was that old bat that lived next door to Stormy. He had to admit to himself, he did a wonderful job stringing her up along the bookshelf, but it still lacked something for him, there was so much more he could have done, given extra time.
He never had the chance to possess Stormy. She was to be his masterpiece. But fucking Bender and Murdoch came in, killing Mick and taking his princess away.
The ache in his chest was as bad now as it was ten years ago when he watched the bullet rip through Mick. The only person who ever truly understood him. The one person he could count on. The one person he had ever met, up to that point, who had enjoyed killing as much as he did. To them it wasn’t simply taking someone’s life, it was taking their soul. Figuring out what would cause them the most pain, physically or mentally. He remembered so many nights when Mick would either, sit back and watch him create or at least bring his work in the same room, so they could still share the experience.
The only way he’d been able to get through these years was by focusing on what he had lost and what could have been. His anger fed his desperation to do whatever it took to seek revenge. No matter how long he had to wait, he would have it. Bender was going to watch him kill Stormy, and he was going to drink from her until he was finally full. Then he was going to allow Bender to live with the memory of how his actions had made it so Stormy would be dead this time, while he was still alive.
Shaking his head, he picked up a knife he’d specifically been dulling for tonight and turned back toward the bed. “I would say this isn’t going to hurt, but then I’d be lying, and we wouldn’t want that now, would we, Judge?”
“You fucking bastard. You’ll pay for this. My murder won’t go unnoticed!” she screamed at him.
Nutter chuckled. “Oh, my dear, your body will never be found. However, your poor family will wonder why you disappeared.” He placed his hand over his heart. “Imagine, them living with that question for the rest of their lives. ‘Whatever happened to my loving wife?’ ‘Daddy, where did Mommy go?’ Or how about this one, ‘Mr. Baker, can you tell me where you were the weekend your wife disappeared?’ You know they always look to the spouse first. You have no idea how happy you’ve made me. I’m positively giddy.”
“They’ll investigate you.”
“I’m sure they will, but you see, there will be no evidence, nothing to tie me back to you. How could I possibly have kidnapped and killed you? I mean, I have this wonderful piece of ankle jewelry the state so kindly loaned to me. It tracks my every move, and I was never anywhere near you.”
“Whoever you paid to get me will talk, they always do.”
“Ahhhh, Janice, there are times when honor and loyalty mean something to people.” He shrugged. “And then you add love, well, some will do anything for love.”
Nutter took the blade and pressed it against the skin of his victim, noticing how hard he had to push into the flesh of her stomach before blood finally started to flow. At her gasp of pain, he smiled.
“Told you. It hurts doesn’t it, Janice? Did you know, if a blade is sharpened properly, you don’t even feel it slicing through your flesh? Now, if it is dull, well, it just hurts like a bitch, doesn’t it?”
“Rot in Hell,” Janice spat at him.
“Oh, darling, I’m already there.” Nutter leapt off of her, grabbed a razor blade off of the dresser, and came back to her. “Your skin is such a wonderful shade of pink. Even here, where the sun doesn’t touch.” He caressed the side of her breast with the blade. A smile spread across his face as the blood started dripping down the side of her body and pooling at her back, the pure white sheets soaking up the blood. He took a moment to enjoy the red blood spreading out from her, being absorbed by the material.
“Yes,” he said, as a shiver ran over his body and his cock twitched. “Oh, Janice, it has been so long since I’ve seen the inside of a woman.” Slowly he slid one of his fingers inside the wound and a moan escaped his lips, feeling her warm flesh separate as he dug dipper, ignoring her screams, savoring being able to finally be able to create his art again.
“Are you going to save some for me, Lover?” A husky female voice came from the doorway.
“Ahhhh, Kitten, there you are.” Nutter’s heart raced with excitement at her finally being there. “I’m so sorry, I couldn’t wait for you, but since our guest woke up, I just couldn’t resist getting my hands dirty.” He held his hands up and shrugged. “Forgive me?”
“This time, Lover. Now are we going to finish punishing her?” She walked over and sat down next to him on the bed.
“What…” Janice said. “What are you doing here? You…you were at his trial. You work for the hospital. Morgan, Morgan Maguire.”
Morgan leaned over and patted Janice on her cheek. “Oh, what a good memory you have.” She glanced at Nutter. “Looks like it’s time for me to change my hair, a cut, and color, maybe a wig? Don’t you think? Yes, I do. See there are times in life when like recognizes like. When one soul knows the person standing in front of them will complete their existence. Of course, we all knew he was coming. We all heard what he did. There was a morbid fascination about him. So handsome, so deadly.”
“Now, Kitten, you’re going to make me blush.” He laced his fingers through hers.
Morgan laughed. “Lover, I’m going to make you blush from head to toe.” Leaning over she kissed his cheek before turning back to Janice. “One look, one look between us, and it was as if we had a whole conversation that could fill up a tome, a thousand times over. I was careful to work behind the scenes. Trying very hard to never be seen with him. To never give anyone reason to wonder about the two of us. Together. Five long years we waited to be as one. And finally, here we are, ready for our first kill. You, Judge Janice Baker. You should
feel honored, my dear. This is going to be one for the history books.”
“But why? You are supposed to help people, heal them.” Janice’s body trembled and her voice shook with fear.
“Oh, don’t you understand? I am healing them. They are so flawed in life; they shouldn’t be here. They need to die.” Her composed, confident face showed she truly believed every word she said.
“What did I do?” Janice asked.
Morgan leaned down, so their faces were only inches apart. “You let him go.” She pointed to Nutter. “You were so weak, you believed the lies we fed you. You really can’t be trusted to judge people. To let people like him out on the streets. Oh no. He’s dangerous.” Morgan brought Nutter’s hand up and kissed the back of it.
“You’re both deranged,” Janice hissed.
“Of course we are. How do you think we’re soulmates? We both should be locked up. It’s much safer that way.” Morgan shrugged. “But since we’re not, we’re going to punish you for calling him by his real name and letting him out.” Her eyes found his. “Lover, I believe it’s time. Come here and kiss me like I’ve been dreaming of for years.”
“With pleasure, Kitten.”
Nutter leaned over and grabbed another knife off of the table next to bed, and placed it in his Kitten’s hand, before capturing her lips with his. Desire flowed through his body for the woman he was going to share this kill with and the woman they were going to slaughter.
With their eyes open, watching each other as their kiss deepened, they raised their hands and brought their knives down into the body of Judge Janice Baker. Over and over, as her screams became weaker and weaker, the blood sprayed across the room with each stab of their blades.
Passion filled him, he had to have his Kitten. Almost ten years since he’d first seen her and knew instinctively what she was. Five years since he’d been out, waiting for the time when they could be together and start living their life, killing as one.
Dropping the knife on the bed, he reached over and tore her bloodstained shirt open, his eyes burning her flesh as they traveled over her perfect skin. With the knife still in her hand, she grabbed the side of his head and pulled it down to her tits, where he greedily nipped at them through her bra.
When her fingers started to fumble with the zipper of his pants, he knew this was going to be one hell of a fuck. The animalistic sounds coming from the three of them filled the room, as one of them was dying, while the other two discovered each other’s bodies for the first time.
Morgan was arched back over Janice’s dying body, her nipples hard as Nutter stripped them both down.
“God, you are fucking perfect, Kitten. I could fuck you forever.” He painted blood patterns over her skin.
“What are you waiting for, Lover?”
With a growl, he slid deep inside of her. Over and over he pounded into her. Morgan caressed her own body with her bloodied hands, and Nutter’s eyes went wild. Taking one of her nipples in his mouth, he sucked Janice’s blood off it before cleaning the other one.
“Harder, Lover, I can take it. I can take it all.”
In a frenzy, he bit her nipple, as he thrust so hard he moved Morgan off of Janice and could feel the dead woman’s bits and pieces every time his balls hit the bed with each thrust.
Feeling the walls of her pussy clench around his cock, he couldn’t take it any longer. Shuddering he came as he screamed her name.
With shaking breaths, he collapsed next to her. “Ah, Kitten, you’re so beautiful with her blood all over you. I’d love to paint you just like this. The Cat That Ate the Canary is what I’d call it.”
“Lover, like any good kitten, I need to clean up now.”
“How long do you think we have?” Nutter asked as he continued to draw on her body with Janice’s blood.
“I left a note for her family, they think she’s taking the weekend off, going to some event to see some of her favorite authors. In the past, she typically doesn’t get back in contact with them until she is ready to come home. We have two days to play with the body and clean up.”
“Excellent, because I’m nowhere near done with you. I want to make you purr, Kitten.” His fingers dug into her ass, pulling her closer. “Come here, let me clean you.”
Taking his time, Nutter licked her from head to toe, cleaning all the blood off of her. Listening to her mewling excitement, he never realized how much it meant to him to have someone who completely understood him. Sure Mick did, but this was different. With Mick, it was more of they were cut from the same cloth, like brothers. The feelings went deeper with Kitten. Mick always wanted to hold him back, to make sure they were never caught. There was a feral quality to Kitten that made her just as dangerous as he was. Where Mick was happy to sit back and let him create, Kitten wanted to be in the middle of it with him. She wanted to hold his hand as they killed. Taking a life with another person, while he was inside of her, was something he’d never experienced before. He smiled, thinking of everything they could accomplish together. Most important was getting his revenge on Bender and Stormy. They were going to pay. There was no stopping him.
Four
With great intelligence came certain quirks. Both Nutter and Kitten were OCD, which meant cleaning up the hidden kill room was actually easy. Between the two of them, they each went over every inch of the room, twice. Once they had finished, they went back over it with a black light and luminal, making sure they didn’t miss anything.
Nutter knew Bender was watching him. There would be no way he wouldn’t. He had to play the big strong man, protecting his little wife and children. Even after all this time, Nutter didn’t trust him, and that was good. It made the game all the more exciting.
“Here, Kitten, I packed a lunch for you for tomorrow. I have some of my world famous stew and some extra meat you can feed to the cats around Elwood.”
“Oh, Lover, you’re always so good to me. This weekend went by too quickly.” She wrapped her arms around him. “I’ll be thinking about you as I eat my lunch.”
“You’ll always think of me.”
“I will. Until tonight, Lover.” He watched as she slipped away from him, through the door that led to a secret tunnel, which went to her house the next block over. She couldn’t be seen going to and from his house, luckily there’d been a home up for sale close to where he was going to be residing. It took a long time, but they had constructed the tunnel so they could be together. To celebrate its completion, Kitten had grabbed Janice as a ceremonial kill. Everything was coming together.
Slowly, Nutter climbed the stairs to the home he showed the outside world. One that was precisely neat and perfectly furnished. They had tried to take all of his money, but they couldn’t. Not to mention everything he had hidden. Or invested. Or investments he had hidden. He stopped to look at one of his Picasso paintings. One day his would be worth more.
Walking over to his top of the line stereo system, he turned it on, and Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata filled the room. Casually looking outside, he was able to see the van parked across the street. Bender didn’t even try to be subtle. His men were out there every day, every night. It didn’t matter to him. Walking upstairs, he went to his bedroom at the back of the house and looked out the window. The one where, if he stood in the exact correct spot, he could see his Kitten’s bedroom.
His hands clenched at his side and he let out a quiet scream. There were times the injustice and the rage built inside of him and he had to let it out. While he did have more freedom here than in any institution, it still wasn’t enough. He wanted to walk free like Bender did. There was nothing more he wanted than to walk down the street, his Kitten on his arm. Going to the best restaurants, seeing the best shows, front row tickets of course. He wanted to give her everything she deserved. Instead, she was walking through some primitive earthen tunnel, hiding their love from the world.
Closing his eyes, Nutter added that to the long list of things Bender would pay for.
Five
With great intelligence came certain quirks. Both Nutter and Kitten were OCD, which meant cleaning up the hidden kill room was actually easy. Between the two of them, they each went over every inch of the room, twice. Once they had finished, they went back over it with a black light and luminal, making sure they didn’t miss anything.
Nutter knew Bender was watching him. There would be no way he wouldn’t. He had to play the big strong man, protecting his little wife and children. Even after all this time, Nutter didn’t trust him, and that was good. It made the game all the more exciting.
“Here, Kitten, I packed a lunch for you for tomorrow. I have some of my world famous stew and some extra meat you can feed to the cats around Elwood.”
“Oh, Lover, you’re always so good to me. This weekend went by too quickly.” She wrapped her arms around him. “I’ll be thinking about you as I eat my lunch.”
“You’ll always think of me.”
“I will. Until tonight, Lover.” He watched as she slipped away from him, through the door that led to a secret tunnel, which went to her house the next block over. She couldn’t be seen going to and from his house, luckily there’d been a home up for sale close to where he was going to be residing. It took a long time, but they had constructed the tunnel so they could be together. To celebrate its completion, Kitten had grabbed Janice as a ceremonial kill. Everything was coming together.
Slowly, Nutter climbed the stairs to the home he showed the outside world. One that was precisely neat and perfectly furnished. They had tried to take all of his money, but they couldn’t. Not to mention everything he had hidden. Or invested. Or investments he had hidden. He stopped to look at one of his Picasso paintings. One day his would be worth more.
