- All right lieutenant, I got it, you can stop...- I said, trying to get rid of him. It worked. I saw him disappear down the street. What the fuck was he looking for? I wondered. Shit! My magnificent watch (A boxed 46 ml Platinum Rolex, black face and president band) Four in the morning. Now I got less time for bed... So I headed home, cursing away.
This writing shit's tiresome! I don't know, it's unexplainable having people punching keys on a typewriter for a living. Mine's an old ass computer but it grinds you like a new one.
After runing into lieutenant Mathias I decided I would lay low for a while. It wasn't easy. I basically had to fill myself with sedatives and barbiturates to hold it in. Three months without killing... holy mother of God, what I went through! But finally, I decided it was time to go back to my favorite hobby: The hunt.
The hunt... hunted.
As I said, I had been holding this violent and irrational hate inside for three months. That tuesday morning I decided it was time to let it go. I could not take it, I was hungry. I remember it was a tuesday, an eleventh; (numerology says tuesday is the second day, plus day eleven. (1+1=2+2=4) Lucky number four! I couldn't stay home on such a day! No sir! And don't you think I have any prefference when killing, not at all. I don't care if he's white, black or yellow; handsome or ugly! So I thought "Where can I find an easy victim all by itself?"
At the movies, of course! (Specially at porn venues). You can find all sorts of jejejeje. Stop smiling, there a lot of women too! Not as many, but there are some. The truth is I didn't want to risk it that night. Ever since running into lieutenant Mathias I ran around with leaden feet. I didn0t want to risk meeting him again. (Yes, I know cops are dumb. But they are not blind.) I didn't feel like going to prison, (food is the worst there.)
So anyway... (What a mess huh?) There was a theater on the skirts of town, the badly lit kind where the movies are kitschy and gross (the kind women actually like but pretend to be offended by).
As expected, there were four cats in, but I winced, they were all disgusting. I was about to back down and run away (they were truly gross), when suddenly, as I turned to leave, I almost ran into a spectacular broad: blonde, sky blue eyes, her mouth - what a mouth!- full and sensuous lips, round lower and upper tips. I couldn't help but whistle (like a construction worker) and I stared at her as she made her way into the theater.
Her body should be in the Guiness book of records, specially her legs, there was no end to them! I made up my mind and I sat behind her, I could not let that prize get away.
My surprise was huge when, coming to her level, without looking at me, she spun around like a panther about to pounce on its pray:
- Do it fast!
I shivered, helpless. Her blue eyes shone red with the reflection of the emergency exit light. Still, I was able to attest to their beauty and size, much like her breasts! sorry if I get carried away.
There was no trace of fear in her expression, she just said:
- What are you waiting for MUR DE RER?- She spelled- Kill me!- And her eyes were now dim and sad.
She turned around and waited...
I had to look left and right, looking for a hidden camera or a few smiles behind the seats waiting to yell Gotcha!
But there was no one behind the chairs, except for three miserable whores I assumed were jerking three equally miserable men.
I turned towards the blonde who, tired of waiting, was lookig straight at me again, shaking and on edge.
- Should I draw you a map?- She teased, daring.
Funny enough, my headache had subsided... And I hadn't killed anyone yet. So... I jumped at the opportunity and planted a legend making kiss on her lips!
She wasn't coy, nor crippled. She slapped me hard with both hands. I didn't fall on my ass, kept my manly pride, barely... One of the handy women had turned to see what the fuss was about and cheered... To make it worse, the blonde stormed off while uttering "Fucking faggot!" and all I could do was stare at her furious ass.
I heard laughter. One of the whores. She was laughing and grabbing her belly, maybe because it was big as a nine month pregnancy. My head started to hurt...
I turned to see the other two whores and their clients. they were pretty busy with their hand jobs, so I turned towards the one mocking me. She had finished her job (and gotten paid) and winked at me while doing nasty gestures with her right hand. You don't want to know. I went to her. My head was splitting. I don't know why but I knew I was going to go beyond the line of duty with this one... What a bitch!
I would deal with the blonde later.
I took the whore behind the screen. She refused and insisted we did it right there, on any seat in row 22 (again that fucking four!). But I declined and told her I was very private about some things. I said I would pay her well and she said no more. No, not this time, no sex at all. The pain was numbing and the excitement the blonde caused was gone in a flash. I never carry weapons, not even to hunt, I tend to improvise, to go along. It's a motivation. It wasn't going to be different this time. So, once we were behind the giant screenI told her to get on her knees, which she did gladly in order to get it done and paid for sooner. While she did it, I looked around for something that would work for me... It was hard, believe me. I looked down, she was unzipping my pants, not wasting any time. And there I saw it, she had her hair in a kind of ribbon, and I say "kind of" because it was undone from all the dudes grabbing her. Everything but nicely combed. But it caught my attention, her hair.
Her hair and the 5 inch pin she used to keep it in place. No need to think about it, I used my left hand to push her against my sex (my cock almost coming out thorugh the back of her neck) while I used the right to get the pin, then I pulled her back by the hair (I didn't want her to take my cock with her as a trophy). She looked at me, surprised and hurt, feeling violated for the harsh pulling, not believing it was happening. She got worse when she saw the deadly needle shining in my hand. I inmovilized her against the wall with my hands and body, rapidly sticking the needle in her right eye. She screamed horribly. Her left eye, bulging out in fear, looked at me, which I didn't like, so I took the needle out of her right eye and stuck it in the left one. That was better! I covered her mouth with my left hand after her first scream and I kept her against the wall with my body. She fucking bled all over me, the pig! I was in that position until I saw she would not stop kicking, so I made a choice and broke her pig-like neck in one swift move.
She stopped shaking and struggling, and the, so as not to call to much attention to myself (futile, since we were in a ruined theater were only degenerates came to please themselves) I carried her back to the seats, as if hugging each other, and left her there, on row 22, taking a break.
I did not look back, why would I? I knew she wasn't going to come out screaming. When I kill, I do it thoroughly. Not that I'm a killing machine, I just know how to do it. It is part of my job, to know how people die... I'm a medical examiner. A coroner.
Chapter 5
My mother
I wouldn't even hurt a fly if it hadn't been for the thing. I'm sorry if I don't make sense, it's just that I still shiver when I think about it. The thing I refer to... is my mother.
I know I'm going to step on some toes here. No, I'm not sorry, fuck! why would I be worried about your feelings after spilling so much blood? Fuck off!
My older brother came home one day and said:
- Gabriel, mom cannot be left alone...
So he said... Opening the door for him and right in the nose at the first try. He didn't waste no time.
- She's fallen twice- He said while pushing me in and entering, the prick.- In these couple of months. She looked at me not knowing what to do and wishing for my approval.
What the fuck did that mean? Something came up but I kept my mouth shut while they went into the living room and sat on my two-seater sofa. Now, why not ask for a drink, you asshole?
- By the way, brother, could you get me something to drink, I'm so thirsty.- He said
with an idiotic grin.- Oh, and a cola for mom, please, right mom?
He winked at my mother. She just nodded to everything, the poor thing. I looked at her for a moment; she looked so much older than the last time I saw her, back when we buried my father, five years ago... The truth is I had rarely visited her since then, only in Christmas and little more. She was very thin and wrinkled; her blue eyes were dim and opaque, only shining for a moment when she saw me. Her hair, chestnut brown before, was white as snow. I felt sorry for her, true, and I thought that I owed her at least that much, taking care of her if none of my brothers or sisters could. It was seven of us.
Little did I know that was the moment my tragedy would begin. If I had known...
Blonde fuck
It cannot be. All fucking night, dreaming about the blonde... I imagined her naked and running from me, taunting me to kill her, when all I wanted to do was fuck her! Uf! I rose from the bed burning and had to quench my thirst in the only way I could. You can guess the method, right? Yes, damn it, choking the lizard! I may be a killer but I have needs like every human!
But I kept thinking: "Why did she want me to kill her? And how the fuck did she know me?"
You didn't rat me out, did you boys? Hell, you don't even know who I am! Well, there you have it, I spent all night and most of the next day at work thinking about her. Who the fuck was she? And my damn headaches wouldn't go away.
To make the day worse, lieutenant Matthias came asking a lot of questions about the dead, of which I had already filed the reports to my superior. I hid the evidence of course, who would dare suspect a medical examiner who'd been in the job for more than ten years? Ten years. Disgusting. Damn this headache... I'm going to explode! I was about to tell the lieutenant to fuck off but I kept it together; I couldn't afford to alienate him and loose his trust. Specially since the deal with my mother ha came close to suspicion. So I shut my mouth and opened it only to answer every one of his questions; lying like a motherfucker, of course
It was only later my mother degenerated slowly. It was impossible to leave her alone. I had to take longer breaks, even asking for unpaid leaves of absence. I should never have done that. I should have returned her to my brothers... I would have, of course, had I known what would happen, but no, I didn't and I could not have foreseen it.
Hunting again
Unbearable pain in my head, God! I couldn't take it no more, pills were not working. I took every kind, increasingly stronger doses and... nothing. Blood was practically boiling in my veins! I had no choice, I had to rush and go back hunting. Could it be true that the longer you eat human flesh your crave for it grows? How could you know, right?
I prepared myself that night, I never did it before but I had to this time. I took the car too. I had more than tire changing tools in the trunk: a shovel, a pickaxe, knives in different sizes (bought at a Chinese shop in a nearby city) and the most necessary and important thing, a portable ice-cooler, modern and powered, that you could plug directly into the lighter in the car. I had it unplugged now, but I would definitely need it running later; I could not allow food to spoil. I'll keep it in the passenger seat, I thought.
I could feel eyes on the back of my neck, I turned around and saw them, yes, her eyes, following me everywhere I moved. I shuddered... I could not understand how those eyes were so imposing. I wore thick clothes, it was specially cold that night, or was it me? I stepped out of the house, not wanting to bother her.
I drove slowly through the darkest streets of the city most of the night, I hadn't smoked in a while and I missed it, damned nicotine! So I grabbed what had become my new vice -maybe worse than tobacco-, candy.
It was all the same if they were mint, strawberry or bull shit flavored, I had to have candy in my mouth. Of course, only on hunting days.
I was desperate to find something edible that night, when I heard screaming and saw a girl, a few yards ahead. She looked young, about eighteen or nineteen. A boy was after her, running. I was about to move on, thinking He beat me to her. He'll fuck her and then he'll stab her in the belly to avoid recognition. The thought was enticing, I confess. Mmm... something was changing in me.
As I was saying, I almost drove away when the girl noticed my car and started running towards me. the guy was five meters behind her and ran as if it was the last marathon he would ever run. Which it was, but he never knew it.
To tell you the truth, I didn't know what to do, whether to step on the gas and fly away or to stop and pick her up. Maybe... step out of the car and kick the guy's ass? I didn't have time to do anything, the girl opened the door like an earthquake and got in the car before I could blink.
As soon as she was in she stepped on my foot, accelerating rapidly, with the unlucky result of running over the guy... Wow! It sounded like stepping on eggshells. what an unpleasant sound!
I didn't stop, of course, and once we were far from the place I finally dared look at her. Man! I hadn't noticed her blouse was cut open and one of her breasts was showing. A tit that, from what I could see thanks to a street lamp, was perfect. Or so it seemed to me, what? Her nipple was round and with a pinkish hue that made me hard almost immediately. the girl was smiling timidly when she noticed what I was staring at and pulled the sides of her blouse to cover herself. Useless gesture, I now wanted to look at them both... I had never had some, what would they taste like?
Temptation
- Please!- She blushed. To her, my eyes kept staring at her breasts in a lustful way. I was looking at her in a lustful way! A hungry stare. I craved to taste those pink nipples... In my mind, I was already imagining how to cook them... Suddenly I saw, not realized, that the girls nipples had risen and gone hard, almost puncturing her blouse. Then I looked at her lips... she was biting them lightly with her upper teeth, a gesture so lustful and provocative I almost came just by looking at it. In a flash, without giving me time to react, she did something that caught me completely unaware, unready, and there was nothing I could do to avoid... Or maybe I didn't want to.
She quickly moved her hands to my zipper and, with agile fingers, unbuttoned the jeans I was wearing that day, with her left hand, while her mouth jumped to my flaccid and sleeping member, which wasn't expecting to fuck her, my mind was craving something else. That was just for a moment, the girl sucked and licked with gusto. The broad's experienced, no doubt about it. Well, I thought, what's the rush, we were somewhere in the nearby woods with no one in sight, so I laid back on the seat as best I could, closed my eyes and allowed myself to enjoy it, letting her do her thing... but my head was working non-stop, thinking: Which part of this young girls anatomy would be best to eat? I think I even yelled with pleasure when I came, she was so good at it. An expert, no doubt!
The gal, without giving me some time to recover, mounted me and made me penetrate her deeply, and of course, she was so wet, vibrant and hot, my cock was almost boiling.
She didn't want me to come inside, and after an earth shattering orgasm that left her shaking, she wanted to thank me in the only way she knew how: by eating me again.
She was still cleaning the corner of her lips when I said:
- Don't go anywhere, I've got some of my sisters clothes in the trunk that might fit you.- I saw doubt and fear creep in, so I kept on lying.- Don't worry, my sister forgot them the other day and I haven't returned them, we can meet again and you can give them back and she won't even know you wore them.- Meanwhile I was walking to the back of the car and to the trunk, I opened it while keeping an eye on the girl, who was keeping one on me too. I took a look at the clothes (Yes, I did carry some women clothes in the back, only it was from a sister... of charity) I took some with my left hand, and used the other one to grab a tool for the occasion. The girl relaxed when she saw the garments in my hand.
Good, I thought¸ she's finally relaxed. She'll taste better that way. She didn't blush this time when I threw the blue shirt at her and she removed her teddy bear (I think) blouse. I didn't hesitate, I came to her from behind preten
ding I was going to help her and the knife in my hand shined with the moonlight for a fraction of a second, before it was inside of her, between the third and fourth vertebrae, making a deaf sound, like a stone plunging into the water.
My left had held the girls mouth closed in a tight grip, my body was glued to her butt, preventing her from making any moves. I didn't want to make her suffer. After all, she gave me a good time.
When I pulled away in my car, I had enough provisions for a good while. I thought of the girl: I'll surely see you tomorrow, don't worry.
Mama is hungry
I can't take it no more, God! This is so frustrating! What does she want now? She's crying again! I don't know what to do to keep her happy. She's been three months with me and each day is worse than the last. Her Alzheimer's is getting worse and she remembers her children less. She doesn't even remember me, she just demands and begs and I can't handle it anymore! I might do something crazy! ... And the way she looks at me, God! Those blue eyes piercing my soul and that mouth shouting and grumbling are driving me insane!
I'll take her for a stroll... yes, that's what I'll do, she seems to calm down in her wheelchair, at least she stops screaming. It will help me take the edge off too... She's unbearable, my God! I would never have imagined it would be this hard to care for an old woman. In the first days it was a delight; there was no mother, she was quiet, watching her favorite shows on the TV... I just had to take her for a walk and it was a joy to see her have a good time, we spoke of lots of things and she laughed with me.
Things changed very soon, and I had very little time to react or get ready for what was coming.
She could hold it for an hour after the walk, and then, when we got home and I took her to bed, all she wanted was to be somewhere else, in front of the TV and her favorite station.
As the days went by, nothing would sooth her... she would cry and cry and it didn't matter if I was with her or not, it was all the same to her. At first I had a girl come and care for her during the hours I couldn't, and we usually ate together. (The girl even left some food ready) and since she left as soon as I arrived, the food was always hot. Shit, why am I even telling you this! What do you care about my family life? Fuck!
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