mother had taken a day to go and see a movie. The movie, Randy remembered, was actually quite good. It was a movie about aliens. He just couldn’t remember the name of it.
In his head, Randy went back to those days of such bliss, when ever y thing seemed to go so right. Somehow, everything seemed to be her fault. It was his beautiful mother who had somehow started all this.
Laughter. A girl’s laughter. No, the laughter of two girls which was quickly followed by the laughter of two guys. The laughs and guffaws were coming from somewhere around the theater. It wasn’t loud, but it wasn’t quiet either. Randy turned to follow the laughter, his hand sliding down into his coat pocket and around the handle of the knife hidden within. The laughter was coming from around the side of the theater. The first thing Randy noticed as he neared the corner was the pungent smell of marijuana. A cloud of smoke rolled around the corner to dissipate into nothing on the wind. Randy put his back against the wall and peered around the corner.
My God what he saw there was frightening. The twins and their bo y friends stood huddled in a group, passing a joint between them. The twins were the most beautiful things he’d ever seen. They were both tall, thin blondes, their bodies shaped perfectly and their skin smooth and shiny; absolutely flawless. Their blue eyes, although red and watered from the pot they were smoking, were simply stunning. The two boys were just your average high school kids.
Football jackets worn and faded and thick blue jeans covered what were possibly muscular bodies. They both wore baseball hats that were turned backwards. Their faces looked as if no facial hair would ever erupt from the pores of their skin.
Yet, none of this frightened Randy. It was the fifth person that frigh t ened Randy.
Walter stood close to the huddled group, a thick, yet fake smile covering his face.
Almost as if he heard Randy’s thoughts, he looked up and saw Randy. He winked and moved his hand inside his trench coat .
Backing up, Walter withdrew a crowbar. He raised it above the closest boy’s head, the hooked end pointing downwards. With a quick slash, he brought the crowbar down to the back of the kid’s head, the hook splitting through the skull. The kids all turned and looked at Walter, too shocked yet to do anything but stare.
But then, like a light switch had been flicked, they started to scream and turned to run away. As they dashed for the street, Randy turned the corner and blocked their path. He withdrew the knife and came towards the second boy. He looked quickly at the twins who were kneeling on the ground now, holding each other and crying. One of them started pissing her pants and the other followed closely behind her sister.
Randy looked at the boy who had stopped screaming. He wasn’t moving and something was poking through his chest. It took Randy a moment to realize it was the other end of the cro w bar that had been plunged through his torso from behind. Walter stood behind the boy, his face expressionless. He withdrew the crowbar and turned to look at the girls as did Randy.
Randy looked back at Walter and then back at the girls. He put the knife back into his pocket and screamed, “Quickly! Come with me!” The girls looked at him questioningly wondering if they could trust him. Walter was now moving closer to the girls with no rush, as if he didn’t care.
“Come on,” Randy said. “ T his guy’s going to kill you! You’ll be safe with me!”
The two girls stood up and followed him. He turned and ran, looking back to make sure they were still behind him. They finally reached his car and he got in, unlocking the doors as he did so. The twins got into the back, still shaking and crying. They closed the car doors behind them and Randy started the car.
As he was leaving, he noticed Walter who still stood beside the theater. He was smiling at him, but Randy couldn’t tell if it was a fake or real smile.
In his head, Randy went back to those days of such bliss, when ever y thing seemed to go so right. Somehow, everything seemed to be her fault. It was his beautiful mother who had somehow started all this.
Laughter. A girl’s laughter. No, the laughter of two girls which was quickly followed by the laughter of two guys. The laughs and guffaws were coming from somewhere around the theater. It wasn’t loud, but it wasn’t quiet either. Randy turned to follow the laughter, his hand sliding down into his coat pocket and around the handle of the knife hidden within. The laughter was coming from around the side of the theater. The first thing Randy noticed as he neared the corner was the pungent smell of marijuana. A cloud of smoke rolled around the corner to dissipate into nothing on the wind. Randy put his back against the wall and peered around the corner.
My God what he saw there was frightening. The twins and their bo y friends stood huddled in a group, passing a joint between them. The twins were the most beautiful things he’d ever seen. They were both tall, thin blondes, their bodies shaped perfectly and their skin smooth and shiny; absolutely flawless. Their blue eyes, although red and watered from the pot they were smoking, were simply stunning. The two boys were just your average high school kids.
Football jackets worn and faded and thick blue jeans covered what were possibly muscular bodies. They both wore baseball hats that were turned backwards. Their faces looked as if no facial hair would ever erupt from the pores of their skin.
Yet, none of this frightened Randy. It was the fifth person that frigh t ened Randy.
Walter stood close to the huddled group, a thick, yet fake smile covering his face.
Almost as if he heard Randy’s thoughts, he looked up and saw Randy. He winked and moved his hand inside his trench coat .
Backing up, Walter withdrew a crowbar. He raised it above the closest boy’s head, the hooked end pointing downwards. With a quick slash, he brought the crowbar down to the back of the kid’s head, the hook splitting through the skull. The kids all turned and looked at Walter, too shocked yet to do anything but stare.
But then, like a light switch had been flicked, they started to scream and turned to run away. As they dashed for the street, Randy turned the corner and blocked their path. He withdrew the knife and came towards the second boy. He looked quickly at the twins who were kneeling on the ground now, holding each other and crying. One of them started pissing her pants and the other followed closely behind her sister.
Randy looked at the boy who had stopped screaming. He wasn’t moving and something was poking through his chest. It took Randy a moment to realize it was the other end of the cro w bar that had been plunged through his torso from behind. Walter stood behind the boy, his face expressionless. He withdrew the crowbar and turned to look at the girls as did Randy.
Randy looked back at Walter and then back at the girls. He put the knife back into his pocket and screamed, “Quickly! Come with me!” The girls looked at him questioningly wondering if they could trust him. Walter was now moving closer to the girls with no rush, as if he didn’t care.
“Come on,” Randy said. “ T his guy’s going to kill you! You’ll be safe with me!”
The two girls stood up and followed him. He turned and ran, looking back to make sure they were still behind him. They finally reached his car and he got in, unlocking the doors as he did so. The twins got into the back, still shaking and crying. They closed the car doors behind them and Randy started the car.
As he was leaving, he noticed Walter who still stood beside the theater. He was smiling at him, but Randy couldn’t tell if it was a fake or real smile.
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