with the thrashing girl, struggling to keep her pinned down in the backseat. The woman’s fingers curled around his wrists and she panted and snarled like a wild dog on the attack.
“Shit, she’s got the strength of five guys,” Mancini groaned, gritting his teeth. “Find some kind of weapon, Trey. I can’t hold onto her for much longer.” He wished he’d been carrying a firearm. Pop, pop and her struggle would have been all over in a second.
“Like what?” Trey stammered, hauling himself to his feet. “What kind of weapon, man?”
Mancini’s shades fell off his face and tumbled into the car interior as he wrestled with the writhing girl. “I don’t know, use your imagination but make it real fucking quick.”
Trey glanced around the beach and saw a fallen tree branch a few feet away. He rushed across the dirt track and picked up the three foot long stick. The wood was wet and rotted and crumbled in his hands.
“Shit,” he squawked and studied the ground around him. He saw a large, flat stone with a tapered end and picked it up. The rock was heavy enough to inflict some serious damage and he hurried back to the side of the Thunderbird. Mancini twisted the woman’s hair in winding knots as though he was trying to rein her in on a shorter leash. He glanced up and saw Trey approach, holding the rock.
“Smash that thing on her head,” he rumbled. “Make sure you do it hard.” Mancini tried to hold her head still and twist her face towards Trey on the opposite side of the car.
Trey nodded but hesitated. He’d never killed anybody before and it still felt wrong to bash a woman over the head with a big rock.
“Do it!” Mancini bellowed.
Trey took a few deep breaths and gritted his teeth. He raised the rock above his head, gripping it with both hands and aiming the tapered end at the woman’s forehead. She stared at him with those weird colored eyes and snarled and grunted like a restrained animal.
“I’m sorry, lady,” Trey muttered and brought down the rock with a forceful swing.
The tapered end of the large stone crashed into the woman’s face, with the bridge of her nose bearing the brunt of the impact. Blood spurted in both sideways directions, spurting over Mancini’s face and chest and across the backseat. The girl’s head rocked backwards under the impact of the rock but she still continued to snarl and growl at Trey. Mancini struggled but still kept his grip on her battered head.
“Do it again,” Mancini yelled.
Trey wheezed and lifted the rock above his head once more. He swung the stone downwards, gritting his teeth and screeching with revolted determination. The narrowed end crashed against the woman’s forehead, splitting the skin in a crooked line. Trey raised the rock and brought it down several more times before the girl ceased struggling and she finally fell silent. Every blow sent a fresh spurt of blood spraying in all directions.
Both Trey and Mancini were covered with blood spatters and the interior of the car was coated with her arterial fluids and brain matter. Trey wheezed heavily wit h exertion and sickened shock at the gruesome task he’d just carried out.
Mancini breathed heavily and studied the woman’s smashed head, making sure she was no longer a threat. Her face was unrecognizable now . Her features were a mass of pulped crimson and her forehead was crushed inwards into the frontal lobe of her brain. Pieces of shattered skull and brain lay amongst the soupy glop covering the inside of the car.
Trey dropped the rock to the ground beside the Thunderbird. “Ah, shit, what have I done?” he muttered over and over. He bent double and violently threw up onto the dirt track. “What the hell was wrong with her? Why did she go all crazy-assed bat shit on us?” he spluttered.
Mancini stood straight, thinking hard about their predicament. The assignment was rapidly turning to rat shit but he had to provide a solution to their troubles.
“We’ll wrap her in
“Shit, she’s got the strength of five guys,” Mancini groaned, gritting his teeth. “Find some kind of weapon, Trey. I can’t hold onto her for much longer.” He wished he’d been carrying a firearm. Pop, pop and her struggle would have been all over in a second.
“Like what?” Trey stammered, hauling himself to his feet. “What kind of weapon, man?”
Mancini’s shades fell off his face and tumbled into the car interior as he wrestled with the writhing girl. “I don’t know, use your imagination but make it real fucking quick.”
Trey glanced around the beach and saw a fallen tree branch a few feet away. He rushed across the dirt track and picked up the three foot long stick. The wood was wet and rotted and crumbled in his hands.
“Shit,” he squawked and studied the ground around him. He saw a large, flat stone with a tapered end and picked it up. The rock was heavy enough to inflict some serious damage and he hurried back to the side of the Thunderbird. Mancini twisted the woman’s hair in winding knots as though he was trying to rein her in on a shorter leash. He glanced up and saw Trey approach, holding the rock.
“Smash that thing on her head,” he rumbled. “Make sure you do it hard.” Mancini tried to hold her head still and twist her face towards Trey on the opposite side of the car.
Trey nodded but hesitated. He’d never killed anybody before and it still felt wrong to bash a woman over the head with a big rock.
“Do it!” Mancini bellowed.
Trey took a few deep breaths and gritted his teeth. He raised the rock above his head, gripping it with both hands and aiming the tapered end at the woman’s forehead. She stared at him with those weird colored eyes and snarled and grunted like a restrained animal.
“I’m sorry, lady,” Trey muttered and brought down the rock with a forceful swing.
The tapered end of the large stone crashed into the woman’s face, with the bridge of her nose bearing the brunt of the impact. Blood spurted in both sideways directions, spurting over Mancini’s face and chest and across the backseat. The girl’s head rocked backwards under the impact of the rock but she still continued to snarl and growl at Trey. Mancini struggled but still kept his grip on her battered head.
“Do it again,” Mancini yelled.
Trey wheezed and lifted the rock above his head once more. He swung the stone downwards, gritting his teeth and screeching with revolted determination. The narrowed end crashed against the woman’s forehead, splitting the skin in a crooked line. Trey raised the rock and brought it down several more times before the girl ceased struggling and she finally fell silent. Every blow sent a fresh spurt of blood spraying in all directions.
Both Trey and Mancini were covered with blood spatters and the interior of the car was coated with her arterial fluids and brain matter. Trey wheezed heavily wit h exertion and sickened shock at the gruesome task he’d just carried out.
Mancini breathed heavily and studied the woman’s smashed head, making sure she was no longer a threat. Her face was unrecognizable now . Her features were a mass of pulped crimson and her forehead was crushed inwards into the frontal lobe of her brain. Pieces of shattered skull and brain lay amongst the soupy glop covering the inside of the car.
Trey dropped the rock to the ground beside the Thunderbird. “Ah, shit, what have I done?” he muttered over and over. He bent double and violently threw up onto the dirt track. “What the hell was wrong with her? Why did she go all crazy-assed bat shit on us?” he spluttered.
Mancini stood straight, thinking hard about their predicament. The assignment was rapidly turning to rat shit but he had to provide a solution to their troubles.
“We’ll wrap her in
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