During the caesura Katrina began to tremble like a road side minister in a tent revival on a hot summer night. The crack of thunder echoed outside. The lights flickered in the apartment. Then she shouted along with Jim Morrison…
“You cannot petition the Lord with prayer!”
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Jim flung open the cabin door with the force of an F5 Hurricane. He was holding a knife. He stomped angrily towards Alyssa. The light of the cabin swung with the rocking of the boat. Alyssa thought it made what was happening to her seem more like a nightmare that she couldn’t wake up from.
“It is time Alyssa,” Jim said.
“Oh God… Oh God! Please Jim no,” Alyssa begged.
“Shut up bitch! You ain’t gonna change my mind about this shit.”
Jim swung the knife down and cut the rope off of Alyssa’s right hand, and sliced her with it. Then cut the left side too. He quickly cut the rope from her ankles. Alyssa tried to curl up to protect herself and held her butchered right hand close to her.
“Don’t you try and play games with me Alyssa. You knew this shit storm was coming as soon as you fucked around with that scumbag Trailer Park.”
“I’m sorry Jim,” Alyssa whimpered, “I am so sorry.”
“Yeah you’re sorry bitch… You’re sorry you got fucking caught! How many other guys have you fucked since you been with me? Huh slut?! It doesn’t matter now, because now I am going to finish this shit.”
Jim grabbed a handful of Alyssa’s bleached blonde hair, and dragged her naked, mutilated, and blood streaked body up on to the deck of The Bitter End. He dropped her down hard with a kick to the stomach. Right in front of Trailer Park, who was dangling helplessly off the side of The Bitter End.
“Tyler!” Jim said, “It is good to see you have come aboard ye filthy bilge rat.”
“Arragh!” Tyler grunted in a Pirates voice, “I wouldn’t want to miss this Capt’n.”
“Now where’s the rum!”
“Right here Jim,” Mike said, and then he passed Jim the bottle.
Jim took a healthy swig out of the bottle then passed it to Tyler. Jim looked down at Alyssa as she lay naked on the deck. Alyssa looked back up at Jim and became even more terrified when she saw that sinister grin flash across his face. She knew he had just improvised a new devilish idea.
“I was just thinking,” Jim said to Mike and Tyler, “How about we all take a stab at this here wench, and then I’ll blow her damn fool brains out.”
“That sounds like a damn good idea,” Mike said. Then he pulled out a knife and handed it to Jim. “I believe the first cut should be yours.”
Jim took the knife and knelt down on his left knee. Alyssa attempted to curl into a fetal position to protect herself.
Jim began to sing the chorus of Satisfied…
“You done me wrong… Now there is only one way to put things right…
That’s with you dead and gone… That’s the only way I’ll be satisfied.”
“You know Alyssa,” Jim said, “The more you try and fight this. The harder and more painful it is going to be. So keep on fighting baby! Feel the pain! Hey Trailer Park get a good look at this mother-fucker, because you’re next!”
“No Jim don’t!” Paul cried out, “Don’t do this Jim!”
Jim sliced Alyssa on her right side. Then he plunged the knife deep into Alyssa’s gut. Her scream echoed across the ocean and faded into the wind.
Jim handed the knife to Tyler. He sliced Alyssa twice across the back then stabbed her in the ass cheek.
“Hey Tyler,” Mike said, “Talk about tearing her a new asshole.”
The Howlers all laughed.
Alyssa cried and shouted for them to stop. Paul begged for them to stop too. Mike took the knife, and kicked Alyssa until she was looking face up at him. Mike’s evil grin looked down at her as he plunged the knife quickly into both of her thighs, and then sliced her right breast.
“Alright guys,” Jim said, “I am going to need a moment alone with Alyssa, but don’t worry Trailer Park… you can still hang around.”
“Sure enough Jim,” Mike said, “we’ll be down in the cabin. Give us a holler when you’re ready.”
“Sounds good,” Jim said.
Jim pulled Alyssa up by her hair until she was sitting upright against the boat. She was trembling, her body in shock from the stab wounds, her mind in shock that her life will soon be over.
“You know Alyssa,” Jim said, “I had envisioned this moment a lot differently then how things have gone down tonight. I saw us alone in the Pine Barrens under the full thunder moon. Then I planned to blow your brains out with a .38, and burn your wretched remains. A poetic ending to this tragic love triangle you’ve created. Only it didn’t go that way…”
“Everything today has been like a cool free-form Jam. I have just been playing a guitar solo over a groove I didn’t know, and had no other choice but to flow with it. Murder is like music. You have your structure, but then you have to let go and let the song, or in this case the murder be what it is going to be. Well Alyssa I suppose it doesn’t matter to you now does it?”
Alyssa didn’t answer. She just gazed up at Jim with her eyes half opened. She was losing a lot of blood and getting weaker. Jim pulled out the .38 pistol. Alyssa’s eyes opened wide with fear.
“No Jim! No Jim! Please stop!”
Paul’s cries reverberated out along the ocean, but it did not stop Jim from pressing the barrel of the gun to Alyssa’s forehead. Alyssa’s body shuddered with an icy chill when she heard the metallic click of the pistol being cocked.
Jim looked into Alyssa’s eyes. He wanted to remember the pain he was causing her, and to savor this moment of revenge. Jim’s shadow hung heavy over her. He was illuminated by the full moon breaking through the gathering storm clouds. Jim pushed the barrel harder into her forehead. Slowly… he began to squeeze the trigger.
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Jim pulled the trigger that released the bullet, which penetrated Alyssa’s head with an explosive pop. Her blood splattered with bits of brain on to the deck of The Bitter End. Paul lost his grip and splashed down into the ocean. Thunder rumbled above them as the wind blew harder. The choppy waves of the ocean currents rocked the boat.
Jim called out to Mike and Tyler, “Come on up, and bring the weights, and the machete.” Jim reached over the side of the boat and pulled Paul up out of the water.
“Come on Trailer Park,” Jim said, “Hang in there. This show isn’t over yet.”
“Jim, you shot her… You shot Alyssa.”
“That’s right Trailer Park I shot her and now she’s dead.” Jim tossed the gun into the water. “Now I’m gonna kill you next mother fucker, and you see that gun I just dropped in the water Paul? You are going to be wishing in a couple of minutes that I kept that gun to blow your brains out too.”
Mike and Tyler stretched out Alyssa’s lifeless naked body out on the deck of the boat. Jim picked up the machete and began to hack off Alyssa’s hands and feet. With the precision of a NASCAR Pit Crew they dismembered Alyssa. They weighted down her body parts, and sank them into the dark water. Everything went overboard accept her head.
“Alright Trailer Park now you,” Jim said, “That is unless you would like to try and make a swim for it.”
Lightning flashed across the sky as Paul looked up at Jim. He was covered in Alyssa’s blood and holding the machete. Mike and Tyler dragged Paul kicking and screaming onto the blood soaked deck of The Bitter End.
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Paul fought against Mike and Tyler, but they overpowered him. They were drunk with bloodlust, and he was weak. Paul’s arms were tired from treading water, hanging on to the boat, being stabbed in the shoulder, blasted with the stun gun, beat down, and cracked in the face with the butt of his own gun. Paul was also in shock from watching the gruesome horror-show of his could have been girlfriend Alyssa savagely hacked to pieces.
Paul howled with pain when Jim hammered a nail through his right wrist and pinned hi
s hand to the deck. Mike held down Paul’s left arm, while Tyler held Paul’s legs. Jim took another nail and hammered it through his left wrist. Paul attempted to fight, but each time Jim brought the hammer down it shook his whole body with pain.
Jim moved down to Paul’s right ankle and hammered two nails through it, pinning it to the deck. He then did the same to Paul’s left ankle too. Sprawled out on the deck Paul began to black out.
Jim slapped Trailer Park in the face and said, “Don’t even think of passing out ya rat bastard. I am gonna get medieval on you mother-fucker. Tyler get this buzzard some water to wake him up.”
Tyler dropped a bucket of water down on Trailer Park. The wave crashed like a tsunami in his face. Paul tried to move only the nails in his limbs kept him in place. As he yanked on them that movement sent shockwaves threw his nervous system. Another bucket of water hit Trailer Park making him twitch and howl. Jim took Alyssa’s severed head and placed it next to Trailer Park so he could look into to her vacant dead eyes.
“Hey Trailer Park,” Jim said, “If you ever start to forget why this shit is happening to you just take a look at Alyssa and ask her to remind you.”
Thunder cracked and lightning pulsed throughout the storm clouds that now hid the full moon. The boat rocked violently as waves splashed against the side of the boat.
“Hey Jim looks like that storm is just about on us now.”
“It sure does Mike,” Jim said. He took a long drink out of the bottle of rum and passed it to Tyler.
Jim lit a cigarette and slowly let out the smoke. He knelt down above Trailer Park. “The storm is here. Are you ready Paul? The storm has come to take your rotten soul.”
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Paul’s mind raced like a wounded fox caught in a steel trap. He couldn’t move, because it caused him pain. He wanted to move. Hell he wanted to run faster then a cheetah across the water and back to the island, but couldn’t. Paul watched and waited bracing himself for what would happen next.
Paul knew he was fucked and there was no way of getting out of this. Shit! Jim just killed Alyssa! Now he is going to kill me! Fear took Paul over to the point of tears and he pissed himself. Then wham! A surge of pain came up his right arm from his hand. Jim had just smashed his hand with the hammer. Paul felt his bones crack. Wham! Jim slammed the hammer down on Paul’s forearm shattering both bones.
Mike then took the hammer. Wham! Mike slammed the hammer into Paul’s left collar bone. Paul shrieked, cried and begged for them to stop, as he watched Mike pass the hammer to Tyler. Wham! Tyler slammed the hammer into Paul’s left knee cap. Paul twisted and tried to move, but it caused him more pain. Then again the hammer slammed into his left knee cap. Paul felt it shatter. Wham! Wham! Tyler slammed the hammer into Paul’s right knee cap. Paul screamed, but it was drowned out by the thunder.
Jim took the hammer from Tyler and said, “This is like a fucked up game of whack-a-mole.” Mike and Tyler laughed as Jim swung the hammer haphazardly into different areas of Trailer Park’s body. With each hammer blast Paul let out a scream. Wham! In the left side of Paul’s rib cage. Wham! Into Paul’s right hip. Thud! Into Paul’s stomach. Thud! Into Paul’s ball sack. Thud! Again into Paul’s ball sack.
“Forget the whack-a-mole,” Jim said, “he is more like a crazy xylophone.”
Mike and Tyler laughed in sinister unison.
“What’s next Jim,” Mike asked.
“I’m not sure any ideas?”
“Yeah I got an idea,” Mike said, picking up his knife.
“I think I know where you are going with this,” Jim said, as he picked up his machete.
“Tyler go and get a bucket of water ready,” Mike said, and then he cut Trailer Park deeply across the chest.
“Just kill me now and get it over with,” Paul sobbed.
“Soon enough Trailer Park,” Jim said. “Now was I lying when I told you that you would be begging me to shoot you?”
Jim swung the machete, hacking a deep gash into Trailer Park’s right thigh. Then Jim did the same to Trailer Park’s left thigh. Mike was carving into Trailer Park’s chest and arms. Paul shouted and cursed as the pain of each cut possessed his body like mad demons coursing through his veins. Each slice across the chest or hack to his leg made him pull against the nails that were hammered into his wrist and ankles. Paul’s heart was thumping so hard with adrenalin blood gushed out every wound.
“Alright Tyler,” Mike said, “let me have that bucket of water…”
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Tyler handed the bucket of ocean water to Mike. Jim took out a cigarette and lit it. He took another drink of rum. Jim grinned with a sadistic satisfaction while getting ready to watch what was going to happen to Trailer Park. Mike stood over Trailer Park, and slowly let the salty water drip from the chum bucket into the fresh cut flesh on Paul’s chest.
“No no no!” Paul cried in agony, “Stop it! Mike Stop!”
Mike continued to slowly let the water drizzle out of the bucket. Paul felt the salt begin to sizzle like acid in his cuts. The burning was worse then when they sliced him. Mike let the salty water begin to fall on the deeper cuts on Paul’s legs. Paul tried to kick away from the burning in his thighs, but his ankles were nailed to the deck.
Jim watched Trailer Park attempt to flop on the deck as he twitched and twisted his body to avoid the pain. He felt satisfied that he was making Trailer Park pay for betraying him. Mike poured the last of the salt water onto Trailer Park. Jim looked at Mike torturing Trailer Park and thought that Mike had missed his calling as a serial killer. Maybe there is time for Mike to change careers?
“Hey Jim,” Tyler said, “That storm is really getting on us we should finish this shit up and head back.”
Thunder boomed and lightning flashed with the howling wind.
“You’re right Tyler,” Jim said, picking up the machete. “Start cleaning yourself up Tyler, and get on The Sea Howler. This shit ends now…”
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Jim stood over Trailer Park, and flicked his cigarette butt into his face. The glowing head of the cigarette burned Paul’s face. Then Jim raised the machete high above his head. Lightning flashed to show Trailer Park his blood dripping off the blade.
“Hey Mike,” Jim said, “What was it that Anthony Hopkins said in that movie The Red Dragon? Oh yeah… ‘Bowels in… or bowels out?”
“Bowels out!” Mike shouted over the thunder.
“Bowels out it is!”
Jim swung the machete down hard slicing Paul across his gut. Paul was cut deeply, and tried to move his hands to protect himself, but couldn’t. Jim swung the blade down again in the same spot. This time Paul’s intestines burst out of him like a cannibal’s piñata. Paul howled hoarsely coughing up blood.
“Mike lets start pouring the gas,” Jim said. Then Jim hacked off Trailer Park’s right hand. Mike went down in the cabin to get the gas can to burn The Bitter End. Jim hacked off Trailer Park’s left hand. Mike opened up the container and splashed gas around the inside of the cabin, and made a trail heading up the steps to the deck. Jim hacked off Trailer Park’s left foot. Mike splashed gas on the bow of the boat. Jim hacked off Trailer Park’s right foot.
Mike stood next to Jim and looked down on Trailer Park. Mike poured gasoline over Trailer Park’s exposed innards. The gas burned, but Paul had lost all capacity to fight or move.
Jim knelt down next to Paul’s head. He leaned on the machete and just stared at him.
“Here it is you cock-sucking meathead… the end,” Jim said, “now let this be a lesson to you.”
Jim stood quickly raising the machete. He swung it down hard like a guillotine, chopping off Trailer Park’s head.
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Jim picked up Trailer Park’s severed head by the hair and flung it as far as he could out into the ocean. Then he picked up Alyssa’s severed head and said, “I told you baby… this is the only way I’d be satisfied.” Then he threw her head as far as he could in the opposite direction of Paul’s severed head. Then he chucke
d the machete into the water.
“Let’s burn this fucker!” Jim shouted above the thunder.
“It’s ready to go,” Mike said.
Jim and Mike went to get on The Sea Howler.
“Wait a minute,” Tyler said, “You guys look like a couple of used up Maxi-pads. Clean yourselves up before getting their blood all over this boat.”
“Good thinking Tyler,” Jim said, and they stripped out of his bloody clothes.
Tyler threw buckets of water at Jim and Mike to wash off as much blood as they could. Then they used towels to clean off and threw them onto The Bitter End to burn. Jim and Mike boarded The Sea Howler. Tyler had gone to the cabin to get a change of clothes. They quickly got dressed.
Mike said to Jim in his pirate voice, “Are ye ready for the final act Capt’n Jim?”
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