Part 24

Part 24
 

"Yeah, I never learned the area. Plus, you always drive; so how was I supposed to learn? So, which way do I go?"
 

"Great, ask the guy that can’t see. I’m coming up front.” Trying to balance myself, there was a loud explosion that scared Matt enough that he jerked the SUV. I fell ass first onto the dashboard and slid right down. The back of my head was resting on the bottom of the dashboard where the glovebox is, my legs and feet were straight up on the passenger seat, where my body was supposed to be. “Matt, tell me you didn’t blow up the house.”
 

“I did, I had no choice, there’s no way we would be able to come back with the dead bodies and blood everywhere. At least this way we can say we weren’t home and collect the insurance money, but this time I want the money. You have enough of it from your old man.”
 

"That's fine, but the next house we get you buy. We can't keep blowing up and setting fires to our houses. We'll talk about this later, I'm getting light-headed again."
 

I laid my head back as far as I and asked Matt that if we weren't being followed to pull over real quick so he can help me sit in the chair. After a few minutes of him laughing his head off he pulls over, opens my door, and pulls me out of the SUV; still laughing of course. He sits me in the seat, buckles me in and yells out "Mike and Ike" before he opened the door and went right back to laughing. I'm starting to really dislike this asshole. I asked him to tell me what street were we on and what's the next landmark so I can direct him in my blind state on where to go to get to the highway.

"We're on Baltimore Pike and the next big landmark we'll be coming up on, is the Hospital. We're heading towards Dodge City."
 

"Great, keep heading up that way and turn right on Island Avenue. You'll have the option to get on interstate 95 north or south. So, where are we heading?"
 

"Well, we need to get more medical supplies first  then off to a motel. Preferably out of this State so we don't get caught up in all of those murders."
 

"All for what murders, there's three bodies in there."
 

"There's more than three bro. I went in the back door since it was closer to the basement. I put the case of dynamite in the panic room and left the door open, I put a few sticks under and around fat boy, and another twenty at the front door. I poured gasoline everywhere and put the left overs at the front door with the sticks. By the time I looked up again, Tony's backups were getting out of their cars. I ran to the back door, grabbed all of the things I packed, and threw in a pack of lit matches in the kitchen. I jumped the fence, ran across the neighbor's lawn, and down their driveway to the car."
 

"So that explains the big boom."
 

"Yeah man, you should've seen it."
 

"Yeah, whatever. Back to my question; where are we heading?"
 

"Back to where this all started; Shubuta, Mississippi."

Part 23

Part 23

I nodded my head yes. I mean what the hell was I going to do anyway, he was right. I can’t feel the bottom of my leg. I don’t know if that’s because I’ve been sitting on this hard ass chair or because I stabbed myself in the worst place ever. Matt takes the tape off which didn’t hurt as bad as I thought it would, he untied my arms and legs; and guided me to the corner and walked away. I heard him open the panic room, when he came back he grabbed my hand placing a gun in my palm, and put extra clips in my pocket.

“You have a full clip inside and three full clips in your pocket. If you hear someone coming down the stairs and don’t say Mike and Ike, start shooting. Duck, reload, and start shooting again. You got it?”

I nodded my head yes. I didn’t know if I tried to speak if any words if they would come out or how loud; plus, I was getting choked up because I thought I was going to have to kill this mother fucker for leaving me. Matt walked away climbing the stairs two at a time; I could hear him breathe hard with every step up he took, with a slight grunting sound. The screeching door was pushed ajar, I heard a yell and stomping like Tony was running towards Matt.

Matt yelled out, “TIMBER!”

Then there was a few more loud grunts and something came barreling down the stairs, it didn’t say Mike and Ike. I started shooting out of joy, I’m sure by the time his fat ass reached the bottom of the basement stairs he would either be badly hurt, to a point that he couldn’t walk or he would've died halfway through. I just wanted to help speed the process along.

After I emptied the first clip and was ready to reload when I heard Matt, “fucking Mike and Ike man, damn! I’m going to take you to the SUV, grab some important things including the kids’ pictures, and we need to get out of here before the rest of the people come.”

“You don’t want to stay and fight? This is our home!”

“Yeah Ryan, let’s have a full fledge shootout so the Police will come and see all the dead bodies. I need you to think, I know it’s hard for you to do that at this time; matter fact, don’t say anything because we need to go.”

He grabs me by the arm and flings me over his shoulder. Ass to the air, I just get carried around like a cave woman. Up the stairs and out the back door. He goes to the front of the house and puts me in the backseat. There was silence for all but ten seconds then the car door open, I pointed my gun at whomever was in the driver’s seat.

“What’s the password?”

“Mike and Ike, Ryan are you serious right now?”

“Sorry bro, you know I can’t see. Next time just say it before entering anywhere.”

Matt huffs, starts the SUV, and backs it out of the driveway. He drove for about two minutes, pulled over, and told me that he’s going to leave it running; so I need to lay down until he gets back. Doing as I was told, I laid down for what I thought was a brief minute. I heard screaming in the distance, “Mike and Ike, Mike and Ike, Mike and Ike.” I raised my head slightly right before the door swung open, “Mike and Ike, we gotta go.” I laid back down because I wasn’t going to be any help, then I heard bullets hitting the rear and side of the SUV.

"Good thing you got this bullet proof brother, but we still have a problem.”

“What’s the problem?” I asked from my laying down position.

“I don’t know where we’re going. How do I get to the highway?”

"You're fucking kidding me right?"

Part 22

Part 22

I don’t know how long I was out, I have no clue where I am; but there’s one thing I know for sure, I don’t feel safe. Still unable to see and my ears are still ringing, coupled with major pounding in my head. The pounding sounds like three people using a jackhammer and there’s no shaking that. Where I was smelled familiar, the sweet smell of flowers, but the stale iron smell that comes from blood. My shoes, shirt, and plants are off. I could feel the cold concrete floor and feel the metal chair that I was tied too; I was being held in my own fucking basement. The only good part is, I’m not in the panic room which means two things; Matt isn’t involved and hopefully he’s not tied up with me. Otherwise if he is, he'll be my eyes, and we can get out of this situation. I’ve been in some jams before because of Matt but this one takes the cake. He throws a toddler’s tantrum and leaves me to deal with his mess myself. As I was thinking of all the “what ifs” that's swarming my thoughts, I started to feel light headed again, then blanked out. Within my semi coma dreams there was a long review of all of the notes that has been left for me to see, left to warn me about Matt but not once did I take notice, and do something about it. So, now I sit, going in and out of consciousness, tied down to a chair, reviewing my life’s past.

Not sure how long I was out this time but it sure as hell wasn’t long enough that the swelling in my eyes went down. The ringing and pounding has stopped, so I was able to make out full conversations. The sound of his voice and the heaviness of his walk when I was standing in the middle of the floor, I’m assuming was Tony. He was the heaviest out of the three. Greg, the smallest; is the one that attacked me with the knife. He was just too easy to strong arm him, so he’s dead. Aaron, the first one we grabbed is the one that tackled me from behind and he’s dead. So the only one left is Tony. I calmed my breathing to find out who he was talking too. He wasn’t downstairs with me,  but because I could still hear him I assume he’s on the phone in the kitchen.

“They killed them, all three of them, and then tried to kill me. No, I can’t afford to call the police. I have warrants myself for breaking into Tayvon’s crib and fucking him up. I need to get rid of these two white boys, there’s a room in the basement behind a wall. I don’t know how they got us in there, there has to be a special latch or something. Look mother fucker, get over here, and bring the crew.  If we can get that room open we can drag the bodies in there, clean up the blood, walk away, and let the cops handle it when they find them.”

There was a little more talking, but what he was saying wasn’t important at all until he started talking about the female that was here and how she snitched them out to us. Then I heard moaning and the chair scraping against the floor. Matt was in fact in the room with me. I needed to figure out how to get this tape around my mouth down so I could talk to him and ask him if he can see anything. Moving my lips back and forth, I can feel the pull of the adhesive; duct tape. Parting my lips as much as I could and slipped my tongue out to make the tape moist. I did that so much that my mouth started to paste up, so I had no choice but to work my lips back and forth while my saliva replenished itself. While I was doing that I started working on my right hand, twisting, pulling, and moving it from side to side to see if the rope he used to tie us down would loosen. Then I felt someone breathing on me, close to the side of my face.

“Bro, can you hear me?”

I nodded my head yes.

“I’m going to rip the tape off really fast, whatever you do; don’t scream. He's by himself, but he made a few calls before you woke up to have people come over to help him. You’re in no shape to handle anything, you can’t see, and by the looks of this leg, it doesn’t look like you'll be doing any standing. I’ll handle it, I wasn’t here to protect you because I was being an asshole and I’m sorry, but this time you follow my lead.”

Part 21

Part 21

Before I had a chance to balance myself, I was tackled from the rear, hitting my head on the kitchen table, then the floor. In a daze, I knew that this could go terribly wrong and Matt never came in from the porch. I couldn't yell for him but if I could, what difference would it make; he made it clear that I was on my own when he didn't answer my question about them being alive. Taking blows to my face, I lift my legs, and was able to catch his head and one arm between my calves. I held on for dear life because shit, my life depended on it. I was able to flip him backwards, I scooted down so his face was between my thighs. Squeezing tightly, hoping he would pass out before the other guy showed up for round three of me getting my ass kicked.

I couldn't see because my eyes were swollen shut. My nose was broken and dripping with blood so I couldn't smell. On top of all of that, there's ringing in my ears, so hearing was also a problem. Standing in the middle of the floor hoping to feel whomever comes in my direction, so I can protect myself. I was in the same place it seemed like forever. That ringing in my ears, was still going strong but I was able to make out some muffled talking. I wasn't sure who was talking but I assumed Matt had to be one of the people. Feeling a stride in the walk of this heavy person, I stand my ground, and made sure I gave no indication that I knew they were coming. The bounce in their stride felt stronger, they were close but not close enough. A few more steps taken and I felt them shift their weight to the right of me. I duck and came up as fast and as hard as I could praying I would connect with anything on them. Hell, connecting with their shirt at this point would have given me a little understanding of where they were located; but I threw a wild punch and the only thing I connected with was air. Then there was a blow to the back of my head, it was too much for me to handle. I think by the time I hit the floor I was already knocked out, dreaming of my earlier years of playing High School football.

Part 20

Part 20

Since there was nothing here edible, I pulled out two sheets from the linen closet. Piled the sofa cushions against the door and made myself a nice comfy pallet. Laying in here with a dead body and a bag full of electronics is never good situation to get caught in, no matter what. So, I need to make sure that I wake up if someone tries to come in, I don't want to be caught off guard; not like this. Before I shut my eyes, I sent a text to Matt to see how everything was going. I must've dozed off waiting on him to reply but when I woke up, there were twenty texts and thirty missed phone calls telling me to get home quick because there was a problem. Looking at the time it was well after noon, I slept for three hours. It's too soon for me to exit but the smell of the dead body was starting to do a number on my empty stomach. I packed up the sheets, wiped down everything, and kicked the cushions out of the way. Taking a look out the peephole before exiting just to make sure no one was near the door. The coast was clear, so I started walking towards my SUV that I purposely parked near the dumpers, so I didn't look like I was stealing anything if someone saw me and knew I wasn't from the area.

Lowering my hoodie, I walked with an even pace to make sure I didn't look like I was in a rush. Using my key remote, I opened the back hatch so I could place the bag inside. Driving slowly through the streets making an few extra turns to make sure I wasn't being followed. I finally get to our driveway after the circus act I just pulled. Matt is on the porch smoking; all of the windows and the door was closed. The only problem I had with this, Matt was covered in blood standing on the porch in the middle of the day. Leaving the bag in the SUV, I slowly walked up the stairs keeping eye contact asking what happened but he didn't even make the slightest sound. He stood there rocking back and forth, I looked at the ground, and there were a pile of cigarette butts as if he was chain smoking.

"Where were you? You didn't answer your phone? I almost fucking died because of you!"

"How?"

"It's three of them and one of me, that's how?"

"Matt, they're all tied down. There's no way they were able to get out unless you untied them."

He stood there with anger plastered across his face, but once again he stopped talking. For him almost being killed, he looked really good; just like he did when I left him. I asked if they were all dead, he looked at me out of the side of his eyes with his lips turned up. It's possible that he could've locked all the doors with the deadbolts and took the keys; leaving them all locked inside. Without any answers, I unlocked the front door, stepped inside awaiting an ambush of some sort but nothing happened, there was complete silence. Walked towards the basement and one of the guys jumped out at me with a knife. Twisting his arm backwards breaking it as I forced his hand that held the knife into the base of his neck, upward into his brain.

Please note!

Good morning everyone. I have decided to go through other platforms to expand my brand. Details will be shared in the next few weeks.

Part 19

Part 19

I put on the oversized hoodie that has been sitting in the back seat since we dropped off TJ and the kids, a little over a year ago. I just couldn't come to terms with removing it until now. I can still smell TJ's scent when it grazed across my face while putting it on. Lowering the hood as far as I could, without making me look out of place. I put on my black latex gloves to make sure my palm prints didn't get on anything, since the tips of my fingers was still covered with crazy glue. Marching up the concrete stairs, two steps at a time to the apartment that belongs to two of our three hostages. As soon as I stuck the key in the door, I could hear the door behind me opening. Rushing into the apartment, carefully closing the door behind me, and not looking back until the door was closed. Peering through the peephole I was able to see the back side of a person that was picking up something that looked like trash bags. It's safe to say they didn't think anything of me since they still have their back to the door.

The first thing I do is follow the wire in the other direction since I know exactly where the wires lead when going the other way. Once I got behind the TV it branched off in eight different directions. One leads to the camera attached to a game system. I flipped through the applications to find the video feed and over twenty-nine hours of footage was saved but there's no internet cords hooked to the system; so we were safe there. While disconnecting the system and wires, I saw that there's a drilled hole at the base of the wall right under the socket. The camera outside is small enough that we didn't notice it, therefore wouldn't have storage to save anything; but the way technology is today, one can never be so sure. I cut the cord, went into the bathroom and grabbed their tube of toothpaste to fill the hole.

I put the game system, chords, and controller in a trash bag but left the other three controllers along with the games. Walking outside slowly, looking around to make sure no one was standing out there, I looked around to locate the camera. Once located, I disconnected it, took it in the house, and placed that in the bag with the game system. Now since I know what the cameras look like I begun looking around the apartment finding each one and filling any holes up with toothpaste. The reason for the toothpaste is to make the hole harder to find. Which will make anyone that doesn’t know them personally, believe they had nothing to do with the cameras that may have been installed at one point in time.

Out of eight possible cameras I was able to locate seven. There's one more that's hidden and that I can't find. Starting from the beginning, I picked up all the cords and noticed the last one went into the bathroom. I looked everywhere but still no signs of it. After looking for this one camera for three hours I needed to piss. Lifted up the toilet seat, pulled out my johnson, and started to relieve myself. Noticing something shiny, I took a closer look, "Found you mother fucker." I said to out loud.

After disconnecting that camera I poured bleach in the toilet and started scrubbing every inch of the bowl, inner and outer with one of the toothbrushes in the holder. Once completed I went back to the closet where I first found the monitors and speakers. Taking apart and disconnecting everything one at a time, I finally reached the server and the external hard. I packed those up along with everything else but there's no where for me to go. I can't leave, the sun is already up, and if anyone sees me leaving I could be blamed abduction of Tony and Greg and the murder of whomever this guy is that's laying on the floor with a huge hole in his head. Since all I have is time, I'll see what they have in the fridge, watch a few movies, and take a nap. I can do another run through before heading out of here.

Part 18

Part 18

While retrieving Matt's bullet from this man's head, I glanced up for a few seconds, and saw a bunch of wires. Following the wires that ended up leading into a closet. I opened the door and there were four monitors, with running live video and audio from outside the apartment to the inside. Our problem just got bigger. I picked up the keys that was laying on the coffee table, tried each one to make sure I had at least one that fit the door, and went to the SUV to tell Matt our new dilemma.

"We have to drop them off and come back. They have live video and audio feeds both inside and out of the apartment."

"What? Why would they have that?"

"I don't know but we need to find the server and take it home so we can destroy it."

"Did anyone see you coming out of their apartment?"

"No, unless someone was looking out of their peephole, but at this hour how likely is that?"

"Yeah well, how likely is it to have full surveillance equipment in their two bedroom apartment?"

Not knowing what we may have gotten ourselves into, we head home to drop these two off, and we knew that we had no choice but to come right back before daybreak. I’m sure that this is not going to be an easy task and may take us all day to gather everything we need. When we finally reached home, we took both men to the panic room, secured them properly, and put a code on the door before shutting them in. The panic room is equip to adjust the temperature. That way it never gets too hot or too cold; the temperature stays on 72 degrees Fahrenheit no matter what. While I was moving the furniture in the basement to take the focus off of the periodic table, Matt started to exfoliate all over again.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting the dead skin off of me.”

“Matt, I need you to relax, we just did that last night. Now we have to shower and change our clothes all over again. From our shirts to our boots and everything in between. We can’t afford to get caught now all because of you being nervous. We have a little under two hours to get ourselves together again, and back to their apartment. You need to get whatever’s in your system out, I’m not trying to get caught because you're a ball of nerves. If you can’t do this shit, tell me and I’ll go by myself.”

“I’m good, I was just up in my head because it's so quite.”

“What do you think I’ll do when I get to the apartment and start looking for the server? We’re not talking in case we don’t find it,  we don't know if it's routing somewhere off site. We don't need to say anything, find everything we need to make sure we don't get caught up."

We both rushed upstairs to shower and change into another set of clothes. The only great part is, we have clothes in plastic set apart from our normal clothes; that's to make sure dead skin and/or hair doesn't fall on them. I'm in and out of the shower in fifteen minutes, got dressed, and sat in the SUV waiting on Matt. Twenty minutes passed by before I see him stepping out the house with a blood shot face. This fucking fool did what I told him not to do. I rolled down the window to tell him to stay home because I didn't want little drips of his blood in that apartment. Keeping his distance, he acknowledges, and goes back into the house. I put on the radio to calm myself and off to the apartment is went.

Part 17

I apologize for the delay, here's
Part 17

"Hey buddy, can you leave your door unlocked? I have to go to the truck to get another size key."

"Yeah whatever man."

I walked out to inform Matt that there were three inside, and that we can kill the one guy right here but take the others. The thought is, that only two of the three live here and let's be honest, we've been running from the law for years now and the only one that got close to us was Detective Wells, and we all know how that ended. Matt made sure his silencer was attached correctly. I walked in first and no one looked up. Matt close by, shots the one he doesn't know before I was able to tell them if they scream they all die. Two loud yelps then I pulled my gun and pointed at the bigger man of the two. Matt pulls out the cloth and chloroform while explaining that they have a choice, they can be put to sleep, or they can die like their friend. Matt walks over to he smaller man after soaking the cloth and holstering his gun. Puts the cloth over the man's face without any fight. The bigger one decided he's going to fight for his life and grabbed Matt. Hands down, this had to have been the worst tussle in human history. There's a bunch of slapping but nothing that'll immobilize either of them. Then Matt grunts, every muscle in his body tightened, and Matt swings wildly but connecting with the tip of his jaw. The guy was out cold but Matt didn't stop there. He started kicking him in his face, damn near stomping the soul out of that man. I pulled him off because I didn't want him to leave any prints and sure as hell didn't want him to track blood through their apartment.

Telling Matt to carry the smaller one down to the SUV while I made sure the biggest one was going to be out at least until we got the woman to her apartment and us home. The guy I carried didn't seem that heavy until I had to pick him up, sliding him onto my shoulder, I carefully go down the stairs trying not to drop him. It's a guarantee that if he falls he'll easily break his neck on the concrete steps below because once he starts falling there's no stopping a man of this size. He's a solid 250 maybe 300 pounds and I weigh 210 on a good day; so there's a little bit of a struggle since I haven't seen a gym in forever it feels like.

Once at the SUV I was completely out of breath and ready to sit so I could pull myself together before carrying the woman up to her apartment. Her apartment, which was unlike the guys, and was on the fifth floor instead. I instructed Matt not to beat on them but to cover their nose and mouth with the chloroform rag once every twenty minutes each to keep them sleep until I get back. Hiking up the stairs, but this time was different. One, the body was that of a female that's a lot lighter. Thankfully it was a lot easier this time around. I opened her door, took off the restraints, laid her gently on her bed, and left the keys on her dresser before exiting her bedroom then apartment. Headed back to the guys apartment to wipe down everything and retrieve Matt's bullet. I ran into the female's neighbor that paid me no mind.

Part 16

Part 16

We did what we could to make sure this young lady was treated right. Unfortunately, we had to wait until late night in order to located the other two guys and let her go. We told her that we'll do everything in our power to make this stay as comfortable as we can but if we untie her and/or take off the blindfold we would have to kill her. I explained if she needed anything, something to drink, food, the restroom just ask. With me not really thinking she asked me how would the bathroom situation work exactly. I started to laugh and told her good point, she cracked a smile.

"If you'd like I can clean you up afterwards. I'm not some sick pervert but you're in the middle of a situation that you had no clue that this type of retaliation would come back to bite them. So it's up to you, but whatever you do, if you don't hear my voice hold it and don't ask unless you hear my voice, got it?"

"Thank you but as long as I'm going to live, I'll relieve myself right here. No hard feelings."

I laughed so hard I couldn't catch my breath, I damn near choked myself from her humor. From there, she saw an opportunity and used it to the fullest. This young lady is very very witty and may want to make a career change from a thot, whatever that is, too a stand up comedian. Blindfolded and tied to a chair but she was still able to find some type of humor within this situation.

As the day went by, we ate, allowed her to listen to the radio, I took her to the bathroom because let's be honest, I don't want to clean up someone else's fecal matter. I'll clean up blood, guts, skin, even brain matter but the other matter, I'm so totally not interested in. We spent some time talking to her, gave her some advice on finding a decent guy, and staying away from losers like Aaron.

I explained to the young lady that once we get Tony and Greg we'll let her go somewhere safe, but she'll have to follow the directions we give her or it will cost her her life. She agreed and thanked us for being kind to her and she hopes she never hears our voices ever again. Of course we didn't take offense, how could we?

The instructions she gave was so on point that we knew her apartment number and exactly where to go from there. We told her that we're going to put her to sleep and when she wakes she'll be in her own bed unless the information is incorrect.

"Bet! Go ahead and knock me out because no offense to yall but I really want this nightmare over with. I had a great time, but I don't want to do it again." She said

"Remember, if this incident is told we'll find you and your family. You got it?" Matt said as he was pouring the chloroform on a rag.

"I never knew this happened, I was home sick after I left Aaron's. You guys have no worries coming from me. Fuck that, I now have a new lease on life." She babbled

Before she had a chance to say another word Matt covered her mouth and nose. In no time she was slumped over in the front seat. He laid her seat back to make it seem like she was sleeping, but the only way anyone would see her is if they looked through the front window.

Matt and I figured we would do the same thing but the only difference is we don't know which electrical line belongs to their apartment. Instead, we are going to go in the same way but when guns ready. We covered our faces and headed to the apartment. Inside we heard laughter and it sound like the laughs were coming from men. At 5:32 am and they were still awake and alert. We had a change plans, I uncovered my face, gave my mask to Matt and told him to hide but stay nearby so he could hear me. I covered the peephole and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

"Uh yeah, sorry about the hour but it's maintenance. We have to come in to turn off your water. We're having issues with the pipeline your water is coming through."

The door opens and I get invited in. I gestured for Matt to stay hidden so they didn't recognize him from the other night. As I entered there were three grown men playing video games and the place was a wreck. Trash and clothes everywhere, the television was loud, but they didn't seem to worry about me at all. I went into the kitchen but no one followed. Looking in the other rooms to see if anyone else was there, but there wasn't, just those three.

Part 15

Part 15

"What the fuck man!" Aaron said without answering Matt's question.

"I asked you if you remember what I said when I was down and you were kicking me. Do you remember what I said." Matt yelled holding a crochet needle to his throat.

"You said you would find us." Aaron whispered

"Ta-da! Now, I would tell you to look over to your right but you can't see. Let me allow you to hear who we have." Matt took off the female's gag and told her to speak. She only said a few words but it was enough for him to recognize the voice. Matt put her gag back on and stated, "you want to save your girlfriend's life, give us the address and names to your friends." Matt stood there smiling but what Matt didn't know, is that Aaron would risk his girl's life to save his boys.

"She a thot anyway, I ride and die with my boys. Fuck her and fuck you too."

"You think this shit is a game pussy? You think that your boys are going to ride for you?" Matt started to walk towards the female. I didn't want him to kill her, hell I didn't even want to kill her but Matt had his own plan in mind. He took off her gag, "you thought your man was going to at least try to save your life didn't you? Do you know the name of his two friends that beat up a guy a few days ago?"

Without hesitation, "Tony and Greg, they live together in the apartments near the house, and I'll show you where." She said, but added "you a sorry mother fucker, I hope they do kill your lazy, non-future having ass. Mister, I'm not going to say shit. If they ask me what happened because they knew I was there with him last night, I'll tell them I left and went home. I live by myself in the same apartment building as Tony and Greg."

"Yo, your thot ass going to die with me, stupid. What makes you think he going to let you go?" Aaron mentioned sternly.

Matt smiled then said, "she didn't see my face."

"Neither did I, I don't know what you look like so you can let us both go."

Matt ripped off his blindfold and said,  "you do know!"

The fear across Aaron's face was priceless, quickly pulling the female out of the room before he thought blurt out what we looked like. Maybe, just maybe I was giving him too much credit but I needed to be sure. We gotta play it safe if we're going to let her go. Aaron started yelling out for her to tell his boys where he's at. She replied, "I'm not riding for you because you never rode for me." I closed the panic room leaving Matt inside; telling her that she's better of without him and as long as she can give us information we'll let her go. If she ever talks, we'll find her no matter where she moves and kill her and get family. 

"Sir, you only have to tell me once. Now that I know how he really felt about me, I can make changes for myself. You gave me the chance to see where I was going wrong, so thank you."

She was laying it on thick but I couldn't blame her, she knew the three dudes were going to die, and she wanted to live. Every man, woman, and child for themselves I guess.

Part 14

Part 14

Matt was pretty bad off so we ended up waiting a few days and unfortunately I had to postpone my date with Jessica, the Haitian hottie. Anyway, we prepared ourselves as normal, shaving and exfoliating our bodies, and put crazy glue on our fingers to make sure we didn't leave any prints. We wasn't completely sure if all three of those assholes lived at the same address or if anyone else lived there for that matter. We took a gun each just in case, serrated knives, duct tape, heavy duty plastic bags, chloroform, and lined the back of the SUV with tarp.

After walking a few blocks we hit all the cameras with paintballs, went back and got the SUV so we could park in front of the house. Matt stood on the front door, I went around the side of the house to cut the power. When the lights went out on the porch and living room, Matt waited for me before he entered. It was 4am and safe to say whomever lived there was sleep or at least we were hoping so. I picked the lock and we entered like thieves in the night. Matt cleared the down stairs and basement while I made my way upstairs towards the bedrooms.

The first bedroom in the front of the house was an elderly woman. I closed her door trying not to wake her. There's no need in killing her if we didn't have too. I looked into the next room right off the master bedroom and there was a young girl, maybe in her early twenties with a toddler sleeping beside her. I closed that door as well, I don't like little children to be hurt in any way. If anything, they're the ones that need saving now more than ever. Walking through halls, I bypassed the bathroom and headed straight to the room located in the back if the house. Matt and I ended up meeting at the top of the stairs. Matt went to walk in the direction I came but I stopped him gesturing no. He pulled out the chloroform and soaked a cloth with it. I opened the door with my gun cocked. Matt looked in the room, he held up two fingers letting me know there's two people in there. Walking in as silent as I could and noticed there was the male that attacked Matt and a female, we either had to take both of them or kill the female here. It didn't take me long to decide, I held up two letting Matt know we were taking them both. Here's my thought, if we kill her and the family finds her, which they will; the Police will be on full alert and dumping his body would be damn near impossible but exciting.

Carrying them out wasn't hard at all; the only challenge we have is that there's one chair that's bolted to the floor in the panic room, so we had to improvise and use the office chair we had in the basement for TJ. I took the wheels off, tied the female down really good, blindfolded and gagged them both. Now, we wait until they wake up. Lights out Matt sat in front of the guy and I sat in front of the female but there's no way for them to see us since there's no other light source down there, plus the blindfold would prohibit them from seeing anything.

Three hours has passed and we started to hear the moans. After about another thirty minutes or so we heard movement like they were trying to get free and the female started sobbing. Matt flicked on the lights and their heads jolted. A loud gasp came from both of them and the male started grunting.

"The worst thing in the World you could do to someone is rob them when they looked like they were at their lowest point." Matt said and there was complete silence as if they were hanging onto his every word. "You know, you beat me up pretty bad, it took me a few days to recover but what did I tell you while I was down? Do you remember?" Matt proclaimed and took off the gag but not the blindfold.

Part 13

Part 13

As happy as I am, I didn't want to text her back right away; but I sure as hell won't allow some other prick get dibs on her before I get a chance. I texted her back and told her to let me know when she's available and I would work my schedule around hers. She told me that she would let me know for sure by tomorrow because she has some things to get done for her parents. I didn't respond and just figured she would let me know when she's available. I threw the phone on the bed, got in the shower all happy and fuzzy inside so I could get my day started. Went to turn on the water but nothing came out, not a fucking drop. I put my clothes back on and headed downstairs to find the problem but instead I find the house in a complete disarray. The basement door was open which never a good thing, since the only two that live here is Matt and I. Each step I went down while heading in the basement I checked behind me and ducked a little to see if I could see what I was walking into. By the time I get to the base of the stairs I just threw my hands up. The panic room door was wide open. I walked towards the opened door just to find Matt laying in a pool of blood. Rushing to his aid but still keeping an eye out for a possible intruder, because you'll never know.

I got Matt off the floor, cleaned up, and was able to get him alert enough to tell me what happened. Last night he was upset because he wasn't able to bring anyone home, not because he couldn't, but because there wasn't one female in a damn strip club that aroused him. Not one! He said he decided to go out for a walk to calm himself down at four o'clock in the morning and ran into a three guys that tried to rob him. He said he was able to beat down two of the guys but not the last one. He said because he was still tipsy and tired after fighting the two, he did what he could but it just want enough. The one guy left beat the shit out of him and when he got home he was so pissed off he went on a rampage in the house.

"Matt, did they come here? Do you know what they look like?"

"Naw, man. I wouldn't lead them back to you knowing you were drunk and passed out. I took the ass whoppin'." Then Matt smiled; well more like smirked and he pulled out a wallet. "I took that ass whoppin' but I also got that mother fucker's wallet with his ID."

The guy did a number on Matt but as long as we have the address for one, he'll eventually give up the other two in attempts to save his own ass. I told Matt to rest for a few hours, I was going to visit his home to see where he lives, and see if there's cameras around. This way if there's none, we can snatch that punk right out of his house and not worry about a thing. I put the address in my GPS and was able to see that he didn't live far, right in Yeadon which was about fifteen minutes from where we lived.

Driving around the area I noticed he lives right near a school. The great part is, there are no State owned cameras, but there are a few on houses that the owners had installed which would be a small issue. We can easily cover those with paintball guns, do that smash and grab, and be back home within twenty minutes. When I pulled up on his block there was a porch with three guys sitting outside, by the looks of the ID that was the guy that kicked Matt's ass, and the other two must be the dudes friends. Either way, I have a plan and hopefully we can grab him later tonight or early morning; but for now, I'm going to head home to check on my boy. As soon as he's ready, we're going to educate these assholes on right from wrong.

Part 12

Part 12

Matt heard of this strip club out in Philadelphia that we needed to visit on Columbus Boulevard. When we got there the parking was the worst but the cover charge made up for it since we didn't have to go through a bunch for who struck John the get in. We made sure we had $500.00 in ones and our drinking money in larger bills so we didn't mix the two. Once through the second set of double doors it was like heaven on Earth. It was an open floor, everything was black and silver with a bar in the center but behind the bar that wrapped around in a shape of a very large "U" was a stage and four poles. On each side of the room was seperate seating, I guess the VIPs sat up there and in each section there was a pole. There was a total of eight poles on each side with ample sitting for the VIP groups. Matt and I took a seat at the bar right in front of the first pole. Ordered two shots of Tequila each and a beer a piece. I have to say, this is a nice place with a calm crowd. Well, it was calm until the music was switched up and the lights got dim. Every dancer in the building stopped dancing and took a seat. I knew right then and there, that Matt and I had the best seats in the building.

The song maybe played for a minute or two, because by the time we downed our first two shots and ordered more, the bartenders gave us our order then kneeled down. My mouth dropped like a ton of rocks. This woman was drop dead gorgeous, she still had her clothes on but I was stiff as a board just looking at her face and attire. She came out in a pinstripe business suit, six inch stilettos that were also pinstripe, french cuffs, solid black hat with a thick white stripe around the brim. The outfit itself was bad ass. Now, this woman is very beautiful and dark skin; just flawless and best for all, she was not one of those thin strippers. She was a thick woman, and thick in all the right places. She started to peel off her clothes one piece at a time, never missing the beat, and that "go to hell" hat may have tilted, but not once did it come off. By the time she got to her undergarments these men and women must've thrown their mortgage money at the least at her. Hell, I need to see more before I start peeling anything off.

Looking at her, not once did I take my eyes off of her face. This woman was completely zoned out, like she was in her bedroom with the music playing, and no one was there but her. Her hand slid down her body and into her underwear, I thought I was going to lose it. She may have touched the pole a good two or three times but she was that great at seduction that the pole was extra. I downed my other two shots and my beer; she was still at it. By the end of her performance, they played four nice slow songs. You know, those songs that'll get you in the right mood, if you know what I mean. When she walked off the stage I knew, I wanted her, and I wanted her tonight. The next few females came out and they were great, but they weren't the ones I wanted to see. I ordered two more shots and another beer for Matt and I. Before we got the beers I noticed that the woman that everyone stopped for, was walking around greeting everyone, and was getting more personal tips. Keeping my eye on her from across the room, she had on a pinstripe bra and panty set against her mocha color skin, but not the one she danced in. When she finally made her way to me, I got out of my set, introduced myself, and told her that a beautiful woman like her would make any man act right but I'm a good guy already. Handed her the $500.00 in ones along with my phone number.

"I know you hear this often but I would love to take you out to dinner. Will you be willing to bless me with your beauty and allow me to show you a good time. No strings or anything else attached, I just want to enjoy your company. If you don't feel comfortable you can bring a friend and I'll be willing to escort you both for the night."

She smiled at me, took the money and my number, but walked away without an answer. Welp, I guess that settles that. Like I said to her, I'm sure she's heard that a lot. I ordered a few more drinks for Matt and I and we enjoyed the rest of the night. Not once did I check my phone or even look in her direction, she gave me her answer, without answering my question. Heading home I felt my cell go off but wasn't able to look at it since I was driving. Shit, I was already bent and didn't need anymore distractions than what I already had. Once home we both went to our rooms without saying anything. I plugged my cell phone up and passed out.

Waking up to my phone going off like crazy, I checked and it was her. A little over five texts from last night, a two from this morning. Basically, she wasn't allowed to answer while working but she would love to go out with me and didn't want to bring a friend. I was so excited I damn near nutted on myself.

Part 11

Part 11

We had a great time out, the four of us laughed, and enjoyed each other's company; which is something different and new for Matt and I. Driving down the road, heading back to the house we see a bunch of police cars, and several tow trucks by the lake where we dumped Mike and his Nova. There's no way they found him that fast, the lake would've froze back up by now. I looked in the rear view mirror at Matt and he didn't seem concerned at all. I pulled over and asked the police what happened, he stated that someone was in an accident, and when they swerved they ended up in the lake. I told him that I hope they're okay, he stated they were able to get them out, and the family of six is doing fine. He stated to be careful because the snow is covered with ice and the roads are pretty dangerous. I tilted my head to him and drove slowly the rest of the way home.

Jackie and I showered together, got in bed, and dozed off into a nice sleep. The next morning I woke up pretty early, decided to return the favor, and make her breakfast in bed. There's not a woman in the World that can resist a man that shows them a great time and hold them all night. Although my arm was sore and half dead by the time I woke up, it was still a great feeling. When I arrived back to my bedroom she was still knocked out, I placed the tray of food on the dresser, climbed up under the sheets, and started to please her. The moans that came from this woman was like music to my ears and I didn't want to stop. I held her legs tight so she couldn't run and went in on her like a fat kid on an ice cream cone. After her fifth, she gave in and pleaded for me to stop. Climbing up the side of her, she grabbed my face to kiss my wet lips.

"I know it's considered too soon but I'm falling for you Ryan."

Laying there totally speechless, all I could do is smile, which seemed to upset her. I explained that I don't fall in love easily because of my past. That I just recently lost my son and granddaughter so my heart isn't in the position to fully love someone but if she stuck around, we can always see where it goes. Immediately she got out of the bed, took a shower, got dressed, and walked out without saying a word. I heard her in the hallway calling for Rebecca, telling her that she needed to leave. Not too much time past before I heard the front door slam and a car start. My door opens and there stood Matt, pissed to no end.

"What the fuck did you do?"

"I couldn't tell her I loved her."

"Damn bro, she acted premature on that one. Oh, breakfast."

We sat on the edge of the bed eating the breakfast I made for Jackie and I. Matt understood my pain, because he's lost a lot as well. I know that my heart isn't ready and I didn't want to lead her on. What type of grown man would take advantage of a woman's heart? Not this guy, not now, not ever. It may sound corny but after Kate, I refuse to give anyone an illusion of something that isn't true. That's the only good part about me and I won't compromise that for a easy piece of ass.

Everything for the most part has been pretty boring these last few months, so we decided to move back into our home in Lansdowne Pennsylvania to get our blood flowing again. That's when everything took a drastic turn and it wasn't for the best. Shit really hit the fan but if you know us, you know I have everything under control while Matt converted back to his old ways, and screwing up everything. I should've known it wasn't going to last long.

Part 10

Part 10

We decided that putting Jeff with his victim was pay back for not talking. After locking him in the trunk we retreated to the house to go through the pictures. Both wearing gloves and wiping off our finger prints from the previous encounter with the photos, we counted 248 different pictures in total. Some children but mostly adults, all with red lipstick, and a mole to make them all look like Marilyn Monroe. I have to give it to him, he's magnificent when is comes to applying makeup. There's no way he decided to kill women and was able to do such a marvelous job without some kind of experience. Rummaging through his pockets I was able to locate his wallet which held several credit cards, $491.00 in cash, and of course his driver's license. Jeff wasn't really Jeff, his name is Mike L. Harold, with a valid driver's license issued by the State of Washington. I searched his name in Intelus and was able to match the information with what I already had. Intelius gave me a lot of information but here were two things I was looking for, phone numbers and email addresses. I'm sure your wondering why that information is needed, so allow me to explain. I needed to know more about him and what better source to procure that data, then from Facebook.

Once I found the correct phone number to use in my search I found his profile and of course everything was public. First, I looked through the places he traveled, jotted them down for our own interests. Then his employment, well employment before he became a pimp and serial killer. After that I checked out his pictures and friends list. I called Matt in the dining room to fill him in new my findings.

"Mike use to work at a funeral home in his home State, Washington. He's traveled to twenty different States besides here and his hometown, but this is where it gets hairy. He has 3,649 friends and out of that, there were 119 people that posted something about a missing person. Now, I don't know if these people knew the missing people or not but maybe 50 to 60 of them are in that pile of photos."

"So you're telling me these people were already missing because he's the one that kidnapped them?"

"No, I think he saw the missing photos, searched for them, and as he found each person, he killed them."

"I don't think he's that smart Ryan, he had a lubricated BB gun for God's sake."

"Yeah but think about it this way, if you're caught with a BB gun, how much time do you get for that? If you're caught with a real gun how much time do you get? I believe he's a lot smarter than we think Matt."

"Now what?"

"Let's get rid of him, the car, pictures, and his victim. I just don't want to spend anymore time on him."

I drove Mike's car to a lake that was a good forty-five minutes from our home, while Matt followed in our SUV. Drove it as far as I could on the lake before I started to feel uncomfortable. Opened the trunk and threw two zip lock bags filled with his pictures inside with him. Mike started to plead for his life but I disregarded his cries slamming the trunk shut. I lit four quarter sticks of dynamite before the ice cracked enough and exposed the rapid currents under the thick sheet of ice, swallowing up the Nova from front to back. Matt and I stood there for about an hour to make sure Mike didn't make it out. By this time, if he made it out of the trunk I'm certain he would die from hypothermia.

Heading back in the direction of our home we decided to hold off our trip to Anchorage so we can wipe down the entire house and shed. Once we were 30 feet from the house I noticed Diamond's truck and both females were at the door waiting. Finally noticing it was us, they both came to greet us as we exited the SUV.

"What are you doing here?" Matt ask.

"We've been trying to reach yall so we thought we would come check up on you. Plus, I was missing you." Diamond said as she pushed up on me.

"We're fine but we're also pretty busy. We have to clean and we have some traveling to do in the morning." I said hoping they would get the picture.

"We can do the cleaning and you two can relax." Rebecca said rubbing Matt's face.

"Ryan, we can always hold off on the cleaning and cancel our meeting tomorrow. Let's show these lovely ladies a good time." Matt replied while he was rubbing on Rebecca's ass.

The majority rules in this case, we went into the house, and straightened up a tad. The girls cleaned the kitchen while Matt and I went to our separate rooms to shower. By the time I got out of the shower Jackie was laid across the bed watching me dry off and get ready.

"Can I take you out to dinner? There's this restaurant that I would like to go to and I think you would enjoy."

"Really?"

"Yeah, why not? I figure if you miss me we should spend some quality time out the bedroom. What do you think? Well, unless I'm just your boy toy."

"Never that, I would love to go out to dinner."

She smiles at me gesturing for me to come over to her near the bed. Jackie takes off my towel, grabs the head of my dick with her mouth, but I moved back, and told her that it's not just about sex with me. I wanted to also know where her head was. At first she had this worried look on her face like this is something she never heard before. I kneeled down in front of her to tell her that I really enjoy her company but I also want to respect her as a woman. She let the loudest yell and wrapped her arms around me, damn near choking me to death. I patted her on her arm and was able to whisper that I couldn't breath, she suddenly let me go, and started to kiss me.

Part 9

Part 9

As much fun as we were having dragging Jeff around, it set in my mind how much clean up we had ahead of us. Even though our land is open and accessible to any and everyone, we knew the first place the police would visit is us. I mean, it is on our property. After a good thirty minutes of high speed twists and turns it was safe to say we needed to check to see if he was still alive. I pulled up to the rear of the house, Matt jumped down from the bed of the truck with snow and ice on his face, shivering like he just took the polar bear plunge.

Jeff was cut up like he was in a tornado with nothing but razorblades. His junk was mangled and barely holding on. There were parts of his body that was cut down to the bone. I checked his vitals to see the outcome, subsequently he overcame his first round of torture and was still alive. Poor sucker don't know how to give up, he doesn't know when his battle has already been loss. Unlocking and unraveling the chains from around his bloody wrist, exposed the damage done to them by the friction and the weight from his body being pulled around. In some parts we could see his bone, but in others we could see his tendons, and they were throbbing.

We decided to set Jeff up in the shed that we just cleaned; so he could rest a little and regain the feeling back to his extremities. The beating he had was while deserved, we went inside to grab a bite to eat and relax before round two started. Matt was making us some BLTs with extra bacon while I went out to put Jeff's car into the garage. I went through his glove compartment and found two things that was quite concerning. The first thing was Polaroids of dead women, in every picture the bodies were laid perfectly, and each of them had some similarities but not to the point where they all looked exactly alike. I'm not sure what makes them similar but there's something. The next thing was a Police badge, but it wasn't real. Taking everything with me, I decided to check the trunk to see if there was anything else useful. When I popped open the trunk, there was a dead woman but didn't look like the rest. I looked at the pictures and looked at her, I may have went back and forth a good ten times. She didn't have on red lipstick or a mole; she sure as hell didn't look like Marilyn Monroe. At her head and feet were two shoe boxes, both filled with more Polaroids and a small toiletry bag. I gathered everything, except the woman and bag, and took everything into the house.

I spread everything out on the table, emptying both boxes, and put the fake badge in the center. When Matt finally came in with our plates his mouth damn near hit the floor.

"Umm, what the fuck is this?"

"I found it in Jeff's glove box and trunk. Matt, it looks like we caught ourselves a serial killer."

Who would've thought in a million years that we would come in contact with another serial killer? What are the odds of that even happening? The difference between him and us is that he murdered way more than we have and he kept the evidence with him at all times. He just didn't think things through, if the Police pulled him over, it would be a definite that we would have been sentenced to death. I guess our torture is nothing compared to being fried.

After taking out the tractor to rid the tire tracks and reshuffling the snow and ice from dragging this guy around; we made our way into the shed to have a talk with Jeff.

"We found everything, the pictures, the dead girl, the fake badge. How many women have you murdered?" Matt asked.

"You're going to kill me anyway, so I'm not saying shit." Jeff replied trying to relearn how to speak after losing more than half of his teeth.

"Well actually, that's the best reason to tell us because, you know how much pain we can put you through. You have to be the dumbest mother fucker alive. Why did you keep everything in your car? Why keep anything at all that'll link you with the murders; along with a dead woman in the trunk?" I said trying not to laugh.

Jeff said nothing, instead he looked down at his lap not even wanting to make eye contact. I told him he didn't have to answer, because we really didn't care. I covered him with a woolblanket and turned on the space heater that sat across the room from where he was sitting. I told him to think about if he wanted to answer our questions and that we'll be back in the morning with our resolution of what we're going to do with him if he doesn't.

The next morning we had a talk over breakfast on what we wanted to do with Jeff. Since Matt had the best idea, he was going take the lead on this one also. When we got to the shed it was nice and toasty. Matt asked Jeff a few questions and he still said nothing. Matt pulled out his gun, told and showed Jeff that the one he was holding was real. Matt explained that our goal wasn't too kill him; so as long as he didn't try anything stupid, he would walk outta here alive. Jeff nodded his head that he understood. I unlocked the handcuffs, shackles, helped him to his feet, and escorted him to his car.

Part 8

Part 8

I was able to see Matt's smirk in my peripheral. This jackass knew Jeff was going to challenge me and not him. See, that's why we roll together. I agreed, Matt went outside while Jeff went into the dining area to put his gun on the table. Afterwards, he went to the door and made sure the door was locked and secured.

"You're going straight to hell like those priest." Jeff blurted out.

I wasn't really sure where he was coming from with that, but it's safe to say this guy doesn't have all of his marbles. He raised his fist and told me to pray. He had a chance to take one step towards me and he was right in reach. I kicked him twice in his side and once on the side of his face. Needless to say, the fight was over, he was out cold, and by the smell of him, I think he actually shitted himself.

Matt comes in through the kitchen area clapping, "at least he lasted more than three seconds."

"Don't ever do that again. What if he were trigger happy?"

"It wouldn't have mattered much if he was." Matt pointed Jeff's gun at his head and pulled the trigger.

Matt threw the gun at me and it was plastic but slippery. This guy was running around here like Billy bad ass with a toy gun that he lubed up to make it look shiny and real. What an idiot!

"Let's tie him up to the truck and drag him around on property." Matt said with a wide smile.

Why not, I mean he deserves to be tortured a little before we offed him. We took off his clothes, chained his hands, and connected the chains to the rear bumper of the pickup we stored in the garage. We lived on fifteen acres of semi flat land that was currently covered in snow and ice. We placed Jeff face down so his dick was in the snow, I just want to see how long it takes for his junk to fall off.

Windows down, Matt sat in the bed of the truck to keep an eye on this bible thumping idiot. Know that I don't have an issue with a person's religion, but don't categorize me with anyone. Especially if you're talking about priests that touch little kids; and even then you can't put all of them together because it's not all of them doing it. It's like saying all black people are criminals and all white people are racist, it's just not right. This guy is just toxic to society, so killing him is more like a public service. As soon as I started the truck, Jeff wakes up, and tries to jump to his feet. Too bad for him I started moving while he was in mid-air. I heard Matt yell out that he better pray. I laughed so hard I punched the gas a lot harder than I meant too. I was supposed to be ease him into being pulled across the snow and ice, oh well.

Part 7

Part 7

I didn't get a chance to enjoy Diamond they way I expected. The last time she passed out she never recovered and ended up dying on me. The great news is we got rid of the bodies and dropped them of in eight different locations, yeah you figure that one out. Their bottom jaws were boiled down to get all of the fat and muscle to seperate from the bone. Then we took their mandibles and teeth, grinded them to dust, and throw it out the window on our way to town. We road to the mom and pop store were we found them and stopped in to grab a few snacks and drinks for our ride into Anchorage. On our way out the store we were stopped by a bald headed guy with a goatee that told us he knew that we had his girls and wanted payment and needed to know their whereabouts. Unfortunately it looks as if we're going to have to take another person out before our trip to Anchorage.

"I see what you're doing and I know all about you. Give me my girls and give me my money." He held out.

"Sure, just follow us to where they are. We put them up in a hotel to get away from you. They told us they wanted out, so we helped them escape your ignorance." Matt replied looking as angry as I've ever seen him.

"If you like, you can ride with us and we'll  bring all three of you back. That's only if they want to be bothered with you." I said as I looked at him wanting to beat his face inside out.

We hopped in our SUV and started driving, we noticed that he wasn't too far behind in his classic Nova. Matt was infuriated because he didn't think anyone saw us with the girls, but I guess he was wrong. At this point we have to find out who else knows that they came with us because everyone that knows, will die before daybreak.

We knew there were no cameras at the mom and pop convenient store. We also noticed there were no cameras or any type of surveillance in the area. He  could have been sitting in a car nearby watching, there's no way that he knew that they were with us. Unless he assumed, because we were the only two new faces in town. On the other hand, we did just give him the green light and basically let him know that we did have the girls. Either way this guy's going to die tonight. We get to the house, stepped out of the SUV and motioned for him to follow. In the car we both decided to lead him directly into the house to make him think that's where they were.

"What's your name buddy?" I said leading him to his death.

"What does it matter, all I want is what's mine!"

"Funny thing, you remind me of this pimp that we met before, he was a total douchebag. Hey Ryan, what was that guys name?"

By this time we're all standing in the foyer, Matt closes the door and locked all three  locks. Then he states, "oh his name was Charles, and I say "was" because we killed him like we're going to kill you."

Of course Matt didn't think this through. The guy pulls a gun and tells us that he's not Charles, his name is Jeff and the only ones dying is us. I raised my hands to show that I was surrendering, but still wanting to beat the living shit out of Matt.

"So you're a tough guy because you have a gun. How about we go one on one, me and you? My homie can wait outside, you can put your gun on the table, then we can see which one of us is really the alpha male."

"Listen, we were only trying to help those two women that seemed like they were in a bit of a jam. My friend here is off his meds and don't always know what he's saying." I said attempting to defuse the situation.

"Fuck that Ryan, I can take his scrawny ass." Matt said as he turned towards me, his hands still by his side.

The crazy thing is, Jeff has his gun pointed at Matt. So in my mind he feels that Matt's a threat and not me. I pleaded with him to put the gun down. Then Jeff tries to show his dominance and challenged me to a fight instead. He would've been better off fighting Matt,  since all Matt knows how to do is box, me on the other hand he wouldn't last a minute without his gun.

"Yeah, I want to fight you. One on one and your friend, Matt can wait outside. If I win, I get everything you two own because I'm killing you both."

Part 6

Part 6: Detailed and gruesome

Now that I was able to peel away the bottom portion of her face, I decided to remove problematic pieces before removing the top portion, along with her scalp. While running my scalpel around her nose I found out that she had very little cartilage in her nasal cavity, which means she either snorts large amounts of cocaine or has been snorting for a very long time. Either way, it makes it easier for me. I dig into the little cartilage she has and removed her nose. The human facial structure is magnificent, the only thing that makes most of the features in our face is muscle and fat because there's very little cartilage. It amazes me and I would love to see what she looked like when she was younger, I bet dimes to nickels she was a very pretty young lady until the tragedy happened, and her drug habit won the battle.

By the end, I was able to remove the skin and scalp of Diamond without her going into complete shock and dying on me; although she did pass out. I have to say, that I was impressed with the work I've done and the masterpiece I would be able to create from here on; but because of the time it took, I highly doubt this is something I would ever try again. Being able to see how to remove the skin off of one's face was mind blowing and of course very educational on my behalf. I was excited that I was able to try something new. For now I'll let her live, extract her upper teeth, saw off her bottom jaw, and dip her hands in acid once she wakes up.

Matt's kill on the other hand looks like she's been dead this entire time. Her skin has a yellow tinge and a foamy substance in the corners of her mouth, it's safe to say she overdosed, but that didn't stop Matt. This guy is completely naked and blood everywhere. He cut off her hands but used nails to mount them on her face. The rest of her body had nails sticking out like she was Pinhead from Hellraiser but the difference is, she has them all over her body. He had to have used at least 100 nails just in her upper body. Then out of nowhere there was a loud gasp followed by a screeching scream. I looked over and Diamond was wide awake and alert. I rushed over, wet a hand towel with alcohol, and put it on her face. She passed out again almost immediately which was perfect because I still needed to cut enough of the hand towel, so I can rip her teeth out. I know you're wondering what's the purpose of the hand towel. Well, I wore gloves to make sure if she did have a disease, I wouldn't be affected. In order for me to pull out her teeth, I need pliers but with no gloves, so I can get a firm grip, and rip them out with one shot.

Part 5

Part 5: Detailed and a tad gruesome. (No one was hurt while writing this part.)

By the time we got to the house, I've heard damn near their entire life story, thanks to Matt asking all of those questions. If it were up to me I'd kill them all, the females because of their extraordinary long stories and for pleasure; and I would kill Matt because he doesn't know the meaning of "silence is golden." Finally at the house we take them directly to the shed, there's no reason in having these females in our home dropping hairs and dead skin. Matt turned on the radio for them and I went to get some wine laced with GHB, best known as the date rap drug. I made sure I got the females some sandwiches, chips, and pretzels just in case they haven't eaten yet.

Twenty-five minutes into their party time, both females started to nod. Now, the real party is about to start. Strapping them down to a chair of their own, we pull out our tools so we can get down to business. These are our first kills since the eight we tortured a few months back. We killed seven of the eight and allowed the eighth one to walk free as we promised. What she didn't know was that her upper teeth were going to be pulled out, bottom jaw would be removed, and her hands dipped in acid to make sure she wasn't identifiable if she ended up dying before she got to the hospital or police station.

Anyway, back to the current situation. Both females are completely out of it and out of reach with reality, this drug mixed with whatever else they had in their system has them talking all crazy. So the first thing we do is clamp their mouths open, use another set of clamps to weigh their tongue down, taking a scalpel to cut into their tongues as if we were splitting a sausage in half. Which makes it easier to cut when extracting it completely out. Slicing into Diamond's tongue gave me life. My blood felt like it started to boil, my face got extremely hot, and the way the  excitement running it's course through my body, it was gratifying and immensely pleasurable. Her eyes pop open, red and dilated, she can feel the pain but can't move to do or say anything.

Blood squirting all over me, running down her chin, she begins to moan. I throw her tongue on our work table and start to make an incision at her bottom lip to the corners of her mouth, straight across her cheek, down and around her earlobe, to the bottom of her jawline to the other side. My goal at this point isn't to kill her, but to pull off her skin. My only dilemma is not knowing how to pull someone's face clear off. At this time I can only do it piece by piece; with practice I'll get there. So for now, she'll suffer more than the next person; que sera sera.

Part 4

Part 4

A little over two hours later I met up with Matt in the hallway. Gestured for him to follow me too the kitchen.

"What's up?" Matt said as he reached in the cabinet for four glasses.

"We should drug them now, take them to the shed, and strap them down. That way we come back in to get something to eat and catch a nap. What do you think about that?" I replied pouring cold water in each glass.

"Why don't we grab some ugly females instead and do the World a favor?" Matt laughed but looking dead ass serious.

"Their looks is what's saving them huh?"

"Yeah, I mean look at them. While we're here at least we can get consistent ass, from the front or back. Well, I can because she fell in love with the dick bro."

I could only shake my head at this fool but in some ways he was right. There's an entire town of ugly women, a select few is halfway decent, and a handful of gorgeous women. Since we both agreed, we headed up to our rooms with water  finger foods, and fruit. I don't know about Matt but I'm ready for round two.

The sun shines through the window, hitting my face waking me up to an empty bed; but the smell of freshly brewed coffee, bacon, eggs, and either waffles or pancakes. There's nothing like great sex then waking up to breakfast. Before I had a chance to get out of bed, the door swings open as Jackie stands in the doorway with one of my button up shirts, a tray of food, and a huge smile.

"Yes, you were so good, I got up early to bring you breakfast in bed." As she steadily walks across the floor.

I went to get up to help her but was told that she has it and to stay in bed. Jackie places the tray of food on my lap, starts to cut up my waffles, and pours syrup over them for me. Reaching for the fork, she guides my hand back to my body, and starts to do something unbelievable. She starts feeding me, telling me how much she enjoyed the time spent and wishes to do it more often. She just don't know how close she came to being tortured to death and discarded all over Alaska like snow salt.

We spent the day with the girls, watching movies, eating, drinking, and having a good time; but it was time for them to leave so we could start "working". Following us to the main highway, they went their way, and we went ours. After about an hour of driving around we saw two females coming from one of the local mom and pop stores and started to follow them until they cut into the alley. Matt got out of the SUV and called them over. I'm not quite sure what he said to them, but the next thing I noticed all three were getting into the SUV with smiles plastered on their faces.

"Ryan, this is Deborah and Diamond; they're working professionals."

For those of you that don't know, they are prostitutes for hire. There's no discrimination when it comes to murdering anyone, but I prefer kills that have the very least amount of exposure to diseases. I guess beggars can't be choosy.

Part 3: Very Explicit

Part 3: Very Explicit (LOL)

I wasn't able to hold it in any longer, it's been almost seven months since I had the feel of a woman. My body stiffened up and started convulsing, before I knew it I filled her mouth was with remnants of myself. That's when I knew killing her may be hard for me, because without hesitation she swallowed every drop without blinking an eye. I think my toes would've curled if I weren't standing. She rose to her feet, keeping her eyes on me every inch of the way, as soon as she was fully standing I grabbed her by the shoulders forcing her to turn around, and slammed her against the dressed swiping everything off in one motion. I positioned her body the way I needed her to be and told her if she moved one inch I'll do more than blow her back completely out. Her leg up on the dresser with her foot resting on the edge which left her completely open for me to hit it the way I like. Bending my knees, I raised up into her slowly, needing to see how much she can take. Her walls tightening against my shaft, telling me that she hasn't had a shot in a while. Still traveling into her I reached her end as she gasped for air.

I slow stroke her for awhile, to make sure she was nice and leaking. Once I felt her wetness on my stomach and legs, that was my green light. She wants it rough, rough she gets. I put my hand on her leg that was bent and with the other grabbed her hair. I knew how much of me she could take before she started gasping so the first couple of strokes was in and out with a generous thrust. She started gasping, I pulled her back to me propping both feet on the edge of the dresser then pushing her forward so I had full access, but the only body contact would be my hips to her ass. She started to scream, head damn near hitting the wall, I told her to brace herself, and with every force in me I thrusted into her. Jackie screaming at the top of her lungs telling me how good the dick is, like I didn't already know. This was like a rodeo scene, because I grabbed her shoulders and the only thing that was keeping her on the dresser was my heavy hitting. It's like she was riding me in mid-air.

Still inside, I carry her to the bed, I lay her on her stomach, closed her legs, and grinded inside of her knocking down walls with every stroke. She started to beg me if she could bless my shaft with her female sweetness. Biting her neck I raised my head to tell her since she didn't ask the eight times she already did, no and she better hold it. Switching up on her every so often; first it's straight in and out, then I'm hitting her to right, then the left, taking long strokes so my head almost pop out but doesn't. I get to the point that the liquor is starting to wear off, so I set myself in motion to dig into her soul. She's biting the mattress but has blessed me several times since she asked so I know it's getting real good to her. Spreading her legs with my feet and her arms with my hands I lay into her and lay into her deep.

Part 2: A tad explicit

Part 2: A tad explicit

We made it back to the house with no problems, walked back to Jackie's truck so we can show them they're dealing with real gentlemen. We opened their doors and escorted them into the house. Once inside we told them to make themselves at home and gave them a tour of the house. That way we don't have to accompany them to the bathroom or anywhere else for that matter. Matt turned on the stereo, I got us more drinks so we can continue to have a good time. Now, if you haven't read our first story you have no clue what we look like so I'll give you a brief description. I'm tall, built, white, and God blessed me WELL. I've dealt with black women in the past and found that I enjoy their body movements, but I don't discriminate. Matt, is also tall but not as tall as I am, he's now nicely built but in high school, he was very thin and linky; plus he's also somewhat blessed in that area like myself. 

We started dancing and having a good ole time. Jackie whispered in my ear and wanted us to leave these two and go to the bedroom. Shit, you don't have to tell me twice. I lifted her up, legs around my waist gripping me tightly, all the while she's sucking on my neck. "I hope that's not the only thing you like to suck." I said while her carrying her up to my room. "No, I like to suck everything." Jackie said with a side grin as she bit her bottom lip. She started unbuttoning my shirt, before I had a chance to hit the stairs. "I hope you like it rough because I want you to bang my back completely out. Can you deliver?" This poor woman didn't know who she was talking too but I didn't answer, she'll see on her own.

Clothes off, condom on, on her knees, and she's doing the damn thing. I grab the back of her head and started hitting the back of her throat, unfortunately because of my size and the size of her mouth, her teeth are getting in the way of full enjoyment. So I allowed her to regain control and just please a few inches of me; which is fine by me as long as she's putting in work. She's looking up at me, using one hand to rub my leg and the other to cradle my sack. Her hands were so soft, as she rubbed my leg, and played with them like they were Chinese baoding balls. Trying not to get to that point of not being able to control myself, I grabbed her head again to feel her teeth on my shaft, and my head tapping the back of her throat.

Part 1

Part 1

We're in here turnt up, throwing drinks back, getting well deserved lap dances, and throwing around $20 bills like they're ones. Let me take you back just a little,  so you can understand what's going on here. We lost everything that meant something to us, our families. It wasn't because of us or our doings, it's because there's so many screwed up people in the World. Not saying we're saints because we're not, hell we've done our dirt too. So I guess this is what the universe considers payback. So for now, we party but once this party is over, someone isn't going to make it home. I promise you that!

Watching the girls do their thing, we sit back  and observe to see which one is going back to the house with us. Everything is a totally different than living in warmer climates. If you don't have four wheel drive here in Alaska, you're basically assed out and walking normally isn't an option kinda like tonight. It's below freezing and the snow on the ground is horrendous to say the least.

We have two females in sight, not strippers but two of the patrons. She's drop dead gorgeous, maybe 25, caramel complexion, hazel eyes, and her body is built like an athlete. I take her and her friend over a few drinks. I pushed up on the one that suited me best and started to conversate. We talked, laughed, and made them feel comfortable with us. Jackie, the one I'm talking too started rubbing on my thigh, giving me that look telling me I have her wide open. I checked out Matt and Jackie's friend Rebecca seemed into Matt so, we were good to go. At the end of our time spent we invited them back to our place, which they proudly accepted our offer.

The strip club has no cameras inside or out, so we're in the clear. We paid for everything with cash and because there's so many people in here, not one person could pick us out of a line up with as little as five people. We kept everything we did low key, well besides the fact we were throwing around twenties like pimps. Matt and I walked out to the SUV and waited on the girls so they can follow us home. Sitting in an all black SUV with limousine tint, so the only way anyone can see the inside is if we let the windows down.

When Jackie and Rebecca came out they were looking around, I flashed my lights to get their attention. After about five minutes they were right behind us flashing their lights indicating they were ready. It's about a thirty minute ride from the club to our place; we figured our place would be best since we're ten miles away from our neighbors, the screams won't be heard, and we can have some real adult fun before the torture begin.

Introduction

Introduction

I want to introduce myself before my Creator makes my life into her own story. My name, is Ryan Matters and with me is my best friend Matt Henson. Murder is something that's embedded in us, its deep down in our souls, deep into our bone marrow. I'm going to make this brief, because within 24 hours our Creator will bring us to life. Matt and I are serial killers, that never been caught. Learn our story, memorize our traits, you never know when we'll come for you. Don't fret unless you live in Alaska, because that's where the story begins; D. Odell  Benson its all yours now.

Part 66

Part 66 (Last part, I need to work on this in book form, along with one other project. I'll start a new story in a few days. Murder anyone?)

With hate and rage running through me, I went downstairs to Dave; grabbed the car battery that was sitting next to Eric's work table, jumper cables, two buckets of water, and snatched all 16 darts off of Eric’s dartboard. Submerging each foot in a bucket of its own, I hooked up the cables ignoring his heavy breathing. Cables ready, I told him to tell me everything he knows, but he said nothing. Tapping the cables together showing Dave that this would be his means of death if he remains silent. I gave him about ten minutes to speak; during this time I decided what better way to practice my dart throwing than throwing them at him. A few stuck in his face, one went right in the corner of his eye; which is when I thought he was going to say something but instead he let out a loud screeching scream, I guess that was painful. Unleashing the rest of the darts into the center of his nicely built chest, I started to get bored, he wasn’t talking, I was out of darts, and I was tired. I dropped one cable in the bucket and pulled it out after a minute; besides his heavy breathing he still said nothing. Frustrated to the max, I just gave in, torture isn't my thing. I dropped a cable in each bucket simultaneously and stood there watching him shake from the electric currents. It pops into my head that I forget the main item needed, the fire extinguisher. I head upstairs to retrieve it from the kitchen were I can smell burning flesh, in amazement I go back to the cellar, and the looks of this man was horrifying. I assume one of the cables is directly on his skin because, there was a burning hole in his chest which could be because of the metal tip darts. Smoke coming from the top of his head, and both eyes literally out of their sockets. Spraying him down with the extinguisher; first his body, then I started to spray his face when I saw bubbles come from his mouth, he was all alive. I disconnected the cables, made sure the fire within him was completely out, and I sat there until I saw him take his last breath. Just to make sure he was dead, I unloaded my clip into his face; it was well deserved.

The next morning I woke up to Eric sitting at the foot of the bed holding Dave's envelope. "I knew he wouldn't hurt you if I weren't there. I knew that he loved you but, I also knew that he didn't want to look over his shoulder for me his entire life. When I left, in my heart I could feel that you were upset with me, which made Dave assume that he could possibly have a chance. There's a lot to factor into the reason I left you there, but it wasn't because I've changed, I'm still the same man you fell in love with at the prison. The only difference is, I don't have to just worry about myself, I have to worry and protect the both of us. If I thought for a minute that he would harm you I wouldn't have left you with him. Killing him there would've opened up a new can of worms and gave whomever was after us our location."

"I understand now and I apologize for the hurtful things I said to you, I didn't see it this way. If I did I wouldn't have reacted the way I did. Since the organization has me as a mark, it’s not safe for you to be around me."

Eric crawled in bed and told me that was the last time he'll leave me, because the main threat is gone; which was the team he's been with for years. Looking into his eyes I once again felt a tad bit of comfort. Pulling me close to him, he holds me without saying another word.

Somewhere in there we both fell asleep. When we came too, we were still in the same position we nodded off in. I told him that we needed to rid the body so I could relax and take a shower before I hit the road. Eric replied that it was already taken care of and asked if he could accompany me. Still not trusting him fully, I walk towards the shower peeling of my layers of clothing glancing back at him and he's doing the same, following my lead. Warm water serenading our bodies, there wasn’t much to be said so we washed ourselves, me washing his back, and him returning the favor. Holding me, my head tilted, resting on his soapy chest, his head resting on mine, and we still say nothing. We may have stood in the shower just holding and being held for an half an hour, no words just the sweet pitter patter of our hearts beating as one, still forming a union as if there’s no wrong. I turned to Eric, his eyes were red and swollen, holding his face between my hands he cries out, “All I wanted to do is love you, I was only trying to save you.” Knowing that he wasn’t telling me a lie, I blessed his lips with mine, telling him between kisses that I know. Sweet, strong, passionate kisses like the first kiss I had with him. Between every kiss he offers me a promise.

“I promise to love you (kiss), I promise to cherish you (kiss), I promise never to leave your side (kiss), I promise to protect you (kiss), I promise to fill your heart with laughter and joy (kiss), I promise appreciate you (kiss), I promise to give you all of me (kiss), I promise to be loyal (kiss), I promise to be faithful (kiss), I promise to offer my life, so I can give you life (kiss), I promise that the only pain you will ever feel, is pain from pleasure (kiss), I promise to make up for all the bad, people have done to you (kiss), I promise to try to make you fall in love with me every day (kiss), I promise to make you smile every day for the rest of our lives (kiss). Will you allow me to fulfill my promises to you?” My knees got weak and I had no choice but to hold onto him to stop myself from hitting the floor. “Are you going to answer me or do I need to show you? I don’t mind if you can’t give an answer right now, I’m in this for life. You are my wife and that means the World to me. If I have to spend the rest of my life making this up to you I will, that’s my promise.” Without further hesitation all I could muster up was, “yes.” I kissed him until I felt that spark again and of course until I felt that he was aroused. *wink-wink*

Part 65

Part 65

Wishing this moment could last forever, deep down inside I knew that if I allow him to slide without a negative reaction he'll think it's okay to keep acting this way. Releasing him has never been so hard as it is now. Tears flowing, I ask him to leave and if he was free to come back in the afternoon to assist me in making sure his remains is outside of his property lines. He nodded, wiped his face, and went out the back door. I was so angry, so hurt, so disappointed, and I felt betrayed. I fell to the floor, my heart broken, with every breath there was a restriction in my chest. It felt like a full blown anxiety attack but there was nothing I could do to numb the pain.

After a few hours I gathered myself and headed back to the cellar. Dave completely awake, he pleaded with me not to kill him and that he was just doing what was ordered. I asked for the envelope but he stated that Eric took it with him. "Now that, I can't believe. If you tell me the truth, not what I want to hear, but the truth, it'll make this process a hell of a lot easier, and there won't be as much blood to clean up later."

"Okay, okay he wasn't my mark, you were. The envelope is in my bag, go see for yourself."

"Why do they want me dead?"

"We don't know until after and got know this. Unless it's above our pay grade; if it is, then we'll never know. Just know your times up and I would've protected you. Now since I know I can't trust you, I'll hunt you down until the day I die."

I ran up the stairs to search his bag. I found everything except the envelope, then I looked in the side pockets. All black envelope, opening it slowly I see my picture, the same picture I had for my identification. Means of death, torture; orders by, William C. Clark III. That's the older gentleman that briefed us on upcoming operations. I stood there amazed, shocked, and bewildered.

Part 64

Part 64

Please understand, there's long term effects of radioactive polonium-210 but nothing short term. In Dave's drink I added ketamine, when I noticed he started to slouch, and become lethargic I sat across from him with my dinner plate. "Dave, it's sad to see a handsome man like yourself be so ugly and unattractive. No real woman wants to be spoken too in the manner in which you spoke to me. Don't get me wrong, I like that you’re blunt and honest but not when it comes to courting someone; we want to be caressed, complimented, wined, and dined. You Sir, you don't know how to treat a woman and because that’s your biggest downfall, this woman will show you what happens when treat a woman like a whore.” Dave pulled himself to his feet, holding onto the table and chair, but not for long before he lost his strength and hit the floor. My biggest problem at this point is getting him to the cellar. I put another five milligrams of ketamine in a needleless syringe and forced it down his throat; I need to make sure he’s going to be out of it until I get him in the basement and secured.

I went upstairs to grab the comforter off the bed when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I crouched on the side of the bed with my gun aimed at the door, waiting for whomever to enter. There’s no way he’s up, he has so much ketamine in his system that if he does wake, walking is something he won’t be able to do let alone come up stairs. The door opens slightly, then I hear Eric’s voice. “Sweetheart it’s me.” Coming from behind the bed as he walks in. He tells me that he’ll help me move Dave to the cellar. I politely refused explained to him that I don’t need his help and would prefer if he were not here while I was dealing with my mark. His face twisted a tad, told me that he’ll leave, but he'll help me not because he thinks I need it, but because he doesn’t want me to get hurt taking him down the stairs. I was adamant on him leaving and he adamant on staying at least until Dave was secure. I agreed and lead him down the stairs. He attempted to talk to me but I just wasn’t in the mood for anything; I wanted to shower, I needed to eat, sleep needed to be in there at some point but talking, talking wasn't part of the plan.

Dave’s secured to a steel chair that's bolted to the ground. The chair had steel wrist and ankle cuffs attached so I'm relieved that he's not able to get out unless I let him go. To be on the safe side I checked him anyway to make sure he has nothing on him that would help him free himself from where he was definitely going to die. I grabbed Eric’s hand and guided him upstairs, “You lied to me, you left me with someone that I did not trust, you didn’t trust me enough to tell me or signal for me to follow you. You left me but you want me to be the mesmerized jail inmate or the loving wife but you’ve changed. You’re not the man I fell in love with, and I would rather you walk away never to return then to have to worry if you’re not going to keep another promise. To be honest, I would have rather stayed in prison, and had what we had then what we have now. I don’t believe you and I don’t trust you. Just like I don’t believe that Dave is my mark, I believe that you’re his and to save your skin you’re using me to do something you can’t; but I love you that much that I’m willing to kill him to save your life.” I walked up to him, reaching my arms around his neck, and hugging him. I kissed his neck, forced him to raise his head, kissed him as if there was nothing wrong, and he kissed me passionately while holding me tight.