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.