Randy and Walter: Killers by Tristan Slaughter Page B

girl looked at her sister with worry in her eyes. She was crying as her sister gagged for air. Then something thick and smelly was covering her body and the bed; a thick smell of dried fruit mixed with the pungent odor of rotten beef and eggs. The girl had thrown up, and some of it had leaked into her sister. She immediately turned her head and began to vomit, too. The smell was powerful, overwhelming. Randy didn’t notice any of it. He was in his own world of desires. He released the girl’s hair and her head came up quickly, her mouth slicked over with a trail of brownish-green puke. She puked once again and started crying while taking long heaving breaths. Her face showed that of torment and pain.
    Not even noticing what he was doing, Randy wrapped his hand around the girl’s throat and began to squeeze. The girl started gasping for air, her hands reaching up to his wrist, her nails scratching through his flesh roughly. Something was caught in her throat, probably more vomit. Her sister watched with her mouth wide open; she started to scream and back up. Randy snapped back into the room from his fugue state. He realized what he was doing, but still he didn’t release her, instead he picked her up by the throat, her ass scraping along his body as she was held up in the air.
    With the last bit of strength she had, the other girl pounced off the bed and grabbed the lamp off of the nearby night stand and ran at Randy. Her plan was to smash him in the head with it. He wasn’t paying any attention to the girl running at him as he was fixated on the struggling, dying girl in his grasp. She’d almost reached him when she felt the pain of something being pushed into her sto m ach. It was then she noticed the other man. The man she had seen at the theater clasped in black leather with an expre s sionless face that seemed to peer into the very corners of her soul.
    Somehow, she was glad this man was here, she was relieved to have been taken quickly rather than suffer unto the other one as her sister had. Her body fell limp and she dropped to the wooden floor, her blood washing over the planks like something filled with red syrup had been overturned.
    The crowbar stuck up through her body towards the heavens, its tip gleaming in crimson.
    Randy looked over at his brother and dropped the other girl’s lifeless body to the floor. She fell beside her sister the two lying side by side as if it had always been their fate to die together. Walter looked deep into the eyes of his brother and said one thing before he left : “You’re such an amateur.” Then he walked out of the room and then the house, closing the doors behind him.
    Randy lowered his head and stared at the two corpses at his feet. He stared at the blood-covered floor, stared at the vomit covered bed. As he stared at the two naked bodies and realized his penis had once again became fully erect. He grasped it with one hand and began to manually please himself as he stared upon the scene before him. He fell to his knees, his arm moving quickly and violently. A single tear dropped out of his eye. He knew who he was, and he hated it.
    He finished quickly, without a word or a moan. He was silent and sta r ing, his eyes darting around the room at what he had done.
    It was time to start cleaning up.
    The first thing Randy did was pick up the bodies and carry them to the basement. Using an axe, he began to chop apart the corpses. He started with the limbs first, chopping madly away at the tops of the arms where the arm meets the shoulder. The bones cracked and broke underneath the weight of the axe. Then it came apart as if it was just a piece of meat you may see at the butcher shop. Then he struck at the elbows and smiled when they came apart as well. Randy followed his pattern downwards to the legs, starting first at the top near the base of the hips. Afterwards, he went to the knees then the ankles. He left the heads for last.
    After he finished chopping the bodies apart in