Where you want’ a go Eddy?
I couldn’t think of nothing else to say; things were happening too fast for what I was using for a brain to make much sense of it all.
What I knew for sure is; “get us the hell outta here”, after that
I’m only acting like I had it under control cuz Eddy really needed
me to stay cool, and “Get Us The Hell Outta Here!”
I didn’t feel none’ a what I’m acting like; my hero’s down for
the count and looking real bad, maybe all ‘a the police were after us, the whole police force everywhere!
Where we gone’ a go?
Head west out of town Lil’Mann; don’t stop anywhere, just drive, and try not to get anyone looking at us twice.
Eddy must’ a knew I was about to get real carried away with
myself; he always seemed to know, like he was reading my mind
I wondered how he does that.
That’s all it took; one glance at him, and just those few words
spoken painfully from his ruined face told me all I needed to know.
I calmed down and focused on being his eyes, he can’t see; I gotta do this on my own.
I gunned the engine, popped the clutch, and pulled the hand brake making the car spin around smoothly in the middle of the street pointing it westward.
What I was using for a brain kicked in and shifted into high
gear just as easily as the car shifted into 1st and set out for the
“Take me home Lil’Mann;” I could barely hear Eddy whisper
as all of the pain medicine he had taken earlier took him under.
Eddy’s whole body relaxed the same moment the car found the
open road; it shifted into 4th like it had a mind of its own, then I
punched it and straightened it out; somewhere behind us is a madman; he had to be mad to do this kind ‘a damage to Eddy!
Must’ a stole’d on him, or hit him with something cuz, “Slow it down Lil’Mann;” Eddy croaked from the backseat as he’s coming around.
We don’t need the law after us; you made it out of the city, where are we now?
There it is again!
It’s like he’s in my head; Lil’Mann thought as he downshifted
still cruising over 80 mph. Laws got nothing to touch this!
That’s not the point; we want to get home alive, slow it down
Lil’Mann! The words Eddy said stung a little bit, but it’s good to hear his voice again, you know?
I don’t know for sure where we are yet; you’ve been back there
snoring for two days now, and I’ve been “getting us the hell outta
there” just like you said; We outta there; I put as much distance as I could in two days worth of driving; is that the thanks I get?
There’s a smile for a little while; then it looked like it hurt him
to do so.
At that moment I wanted to turn the car around and go get
Franklin back for what he done to Eddy, but I knew I couldn’t;
he’d kill us, so like Eddy said; I broke it down to the legal limit, looking for the next rest area even though I wasn’t for sure what for because we had food and water, while whenever the need called for it I’d just piss along side the road, but as the next rest area came into view my eyes were having a hard time staying open.
When the car finally stopped and I shut off the engine I thought to
get out and stretch my legs, but I passed out instead.
Karla pushed the car for all it was worth, and the best it gave her is a chance to keep up enough to see Eddy’s car flying far ahead in the distant; “Who’s driving; she thought as her face twisted up beyond recognition and she screamed out in a high tone rage; “I’ll kill you twice”!”
Gone is any sign of Franklin; what ran the road behind Eddy is
truly someone gone mad.
“Why you running honey?”
You know you want me she moaned as she petted her face and ran her hand between her legs and squeezed till she saw stars.
“Don’t you run from me!”
Karla screamed out in rage; she hadn’t figure on this, “you’re
suppose to be helpless, not out here flying down the road like a bat out of hell!”
“I’ll kill you twice, kill you twice!”
“This piece of shit Franklin calls a car couldn’t catch bird piss if
one’s sitting on it with a full belly;” she muttered in disgust.
Karla didn’t know jack about cars; she wasn’t a car person, but
the bitch sure could drive!
All those years of Franklin being a cop had given her some real
skills. Whoever’s driving Eddy’s car didn’t seem to know this or
much care; they too could drive, and knew not much could catch
what they were in. Karla knew Eddy wasn’t driving; even if he
could see she couldn’t see him doing it.
“That’s just pure recklessness and total disregards for the law;
slow down sugar,” she moaned like a girl pretending to be taken
“When I catch you I’ll kill you twice” she screamed as the car
started rocking violently from speeds exceeding 65 mph.
You piece of shit; don’t you die on me she whispered as she
edged the car on.
No one saw the car as it moved into a position blocking Eddy’s car from moving, nor did they notice the strikingly good-looking
woman that existed and approached (like she was having sex with herself) the driver side of the car it blocked, and started to ask for assistance.
“Killing this one’s not necessary;” he just a kid Karla thought
as she noticed the two people asleep in Eddy’s car.
“He’s going to need a little clubbing though; he’s a big one, but
Momma’s got just the right thing for you; a little of this good ole
“act-right”, and you’ll act right; they all do when I put it on
That’s all Lil’ Mann had time to say before the drug covered rag
took him under; It’s the first thing Eddy heard as Karla took the rag full of “act right” off the kid faces and smoothly put it on his.
That would be Lil’Mann; he thought as the drug did its job on
him as well, but who’s this crazy bitch, and what’s she talking
about; “I’m killing you twice”?
“Life’s a bitch and then you die!” Those were the last words Eddy heard in his life.
This will only take a minute; Karla said as she fully entered the
car to perform her signature killing, only one last thing to do; Oh my God, this can’t be real; it’s a toy! “Where’s the real one sugar;” Karla moaned to Eddy’s lifeless face before slapping it over and over; now franticly searching the dead cops clothing for his badge.
This had never happened before; she had never been outsmarted
by a cop!
It’s at that moment she realized; “the kid’s not out cold like he
should be either.”
Lil’Mann sat stunned and silent; trying to clear his head from
the effect of the drug, while going into shock over what he just
saw, the “kid” wasn’t ever truly out; he had heard Karla’s approach and is coming up out of sleep fast, he had just filled his lungs with air as most people do upon awaking.
When Karla’s hand shot forward covering his mouth he had very little room to breath in anything.
Lil’Mann had shut off all breathing as his mouths covered;
what little “act-right” he had in him didn’t do the job the killer
thought it would.
Eddy’s last moment had brought him some time, but before
Lil’Mann could make another move Karla hit him with a double
shot to the head, and out he went; no doubt about it this time.
~Who’s this bitch?~
(Wait a minute; he can’t be serious, It’s Franklin !) *He’s dragging it; Eddy never said anything about this, I bet*,,
“I know you’re not still asleep honey; don’t play with me, you really don’t want to do that; it makes me mean as hell, and you really don’t want that.”
“Baby you can have what’s behind door number 3 if you be a good boy and tell me where’s Eddy’s badge?”
Karla was nervous in the boy’s presence; she didn’t do kids, but he couldn’t be left alive.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen, this or that shit with the badge!”
Nothing like this had ever happened before in all the years of killing without a mistake; not a one of any kind ever.
This was very bad news for any serial killer; the moment they make their first mistake.
This would set the first link in the chain of doubt to form; I got a
toy, this looks like a copycat with my trademark on it!
A war of words was in progress in Karla’s mind, doubt had formed the first link in the chain of events that would follow. This is new ground to cover. The first mistake! Killings an exact science; mistakes were neither acceptable nor tolerated. It only takes one. That’s the beginning of the end. Neither of them knew it then. How could they? The moment Karla closed the door of the little cell another link was formed in the chain of events that would
The return of Franklin
It was the first of the month and a paying Friday night; Big Jim
really seemed to enjoy these times of the year more than any other, even more then his own birthday; (especially more then his own birthday) he felt such occasion should be made into mini holidays, or something.
And why not, he thought as he open the sound proof door to his
office, and felt the sound and excitement that seemed to be a
common thing whenever too many drinking people with a pocket
full of money come together in a space meant for half as many.
There was the usual crowd, and the “first of the month’ers” (as
Sal liked to call them) everything looked real okiey-doke; except
for the guy at the bar staring in his beer.
He’s been like that for hours, like he’s in a nice quite library
reading him a real good book.
The guy really looks out of place; sort of like they do when
they’re a few tacos short of a combo, if you ask me.
Sal says he gets a cold one often enough, so who cares if he
don’t drink ‘em; he’s behaving himself and paying well.
He can look any way he pleases just so long as he’s paying while
he’s doing it in here!
The man sat motionless with unseeing eyes fixed on his beer; all
around him the sounds and activities of the bar were loud and
Everyone was just out to have a good time, and when the place
was like this it packed a pretty wild crowd.
There’s a very wild and lawless crowd present this night, but
not many if any would have cared much for what the man reading
the beers had done earlier that night, but nobody else knew
anything about it yet.
It would be days before anyone discovered the dead child’s
remains scattered up in the trees.
Earlier that day Walter and James Cunningham had gone
fishing with a friend; the 3 boys were pretty lucky that day they caught 29 bluegills and 17 croppies.
Walter and his partner in crime Tony made up for about half of
what they had, but it was the younger brother James who had the
most luck that day; he caught twice as many as the other two boys put together.
His luck’s about to run out before the evenings over though;
fish wasn’t all he caught that day, he caught hell before the day
One of the reasons the older boys hadn’t done so well is
because both would slip away to smoke a joint and be gone ten to
fifteen minutes at a time.
It was Tony Garcia’s bright idea, just like it’d been that time in
school when they were caught smoking cigarettes.
This way he reasoned James wouldn’t have to know they were
smoking while Walt was stuck with watching his little brother all
day during summer vacation.
It seemed like a good idea at the time; trying to duck James and
take a hit was more trouble then either of the older boys cared to
go through at home on that hot summer day.
It was just another hot summer day; everyone went fishing on a
day like this, there’s no reason to think of it possibly being
Nothing like this had ever happened around here before, or
anywhere else for that matter!
Murdering children’s bad enough for most, but hiding their
body parts up in trees was a little too much for every person
involved in the search for the missing child.
Whatever the two boys were laughing about didn’t seem so
funny as they stepped back into the clearing and noticed James
Walter called out to his little brother several times before he said;
either stop fucking around or you’re goanna have to make it back
home alone in the dark, I’m not shitting you, we’ll leave if you don’t come on right now!
Tony only stood around looking stupid; anything stronger then
children cough drop’s on his weak mind really wasn’t a good idea.
His reaction to what was happening would be comical under other circumstances, but Walter’s too busy gathering their things to notice how fucked-up Tony is.
Walter’s thoughts raced on; not really knowing what to think
about James not being where they left him.
It was almost dark by the time the two older boys reached the
Cunningham’s home; they were both expecting James to pop up
any moment, but the moment never came.
The man sitting at the bar wasn’t really reading his beer; he’s
reliving a treasured moment that occurred earlier that night.
It’s his very first killing spree stateside.
The smell of the child’s fear and the look of horror in its eyes
gave him such a feeling of power and importance.
This is what he wanted from his killings; the rush is so much more then what he first experienced in Nam , there it was kill or be killed; this is different; he really liked it a lot.
To him it’s as if he had the power over life and death; he decided who could live, or should die, it was wonderful; He’s a power over life just like a force of nature!
The mans eyes shut just as his head fell slightly forward and rolled to one side, at that moment the man at the bar called himself Angel, but back in Nam he was code named Dark Angel, and he knew the law would catch up with him pretty fast over here
running around killing kids, he’d killed 6 children in all; leaving
their body parts scattered throughout trees.
The man’s addicted to the feeling he experienced when killing
It made him want it more and more, and he knew that such a
feeling would drive him to carelessness, and carelessness would
cause mistakes to be made.
Mistakes would get him caught, but he had a way of avoiding
them and keep on killing, he knew a dark secret; he could become someone else.
Who he would become next didn’t concern him because they
too would kill, and the feeling it brought would go on inside of him
regardless of who did the killing, so he just let his eyes roll up in
his head and simply fell asleep; he’s well aware of the others even though they knew nothing of each other, but he didn’t know of one, he had no knowledge of Karla’s existence, none.
Blood covered everything in the bathroom of room 45 in the cheap motel located near the off ramp by the airport.
It’s 3 a.m. and the small parking lot’s alive with police activity
and reporters everywhere.
Someone sure got killed real ugly back there one reporter
informed another; the tub in that cheap motel is filled with blood,
and what’s left of that unfortunate young woman.
You mean “whore” don’t you?
She had become another handless decapitated torso, making
this one the 6th one in 4 months.
There wasn’t any doubt it’s the work of New York ’s most
resent serial killer.
Certain clues were always left to support this; it’s done to make
it clear that it’s not the work of some copycat killer; this here’s the
real McCoy; the killer wants credit for his work.
These killings are never anything to come around after you ate,
but most found that it really didn’t much matter if you just finished
eating or not; if you were there whatever was in you was coming
The planning that went into these murders was amazing one
would think, what he’s doing has to go like clockwork; here’s a
guy with far too much time on his hands, this is one sick piece of
It’s time to go, (damn if time didn’t pass too fast when you’re
having fun!) Jessie took one last look at the object of his
enjoyment as he prepared to leave the cheap motel room he’d
shared with a certain young woman that went by the name of
Betsy-Mae Jenkins, (she said her friends call her B.J.)
Jessie didn’t believe a word the whore said, but truthfulness
wasn’t necessary for him to enjoy the time they shared; she left
sooner then he had wanted, but the pleasure of the time together
was still warm and fresh in his mind.
The woman’s pretence of sexual enjoyment with him only enhanced what he experienced as he bit her nose off, and she
attempted to struggle free from under him.
The memory of that look of pain and horror was well worth the
20 bucks he paid her for her services.
Jessie checked into the cheap motel room earlier that evening
around 5 p.m. just before the busiest time of the night for the
Everything had been carefully planed; no one would be able to
hear them, which was most important to the success of what he
planed to do.
It would take some time, and would be quit noisy; a drug had
been given to the young woman earlier, it had been part of the gum he offered as he opened a fresh pack and put one in his mouth.
Soon its effect would make what’s about to happen to her a little
more pleasant even though it won’t be anything pleasant by any
stretch of the imagination.
Still it would help make her not scream and struggle too much,
until it’s time.
He took his time putting on the condom before mounting the
woman and entering her slowly.
It still wasn’t quit time yet he thought as he too pretended to
enjoy the act of (turning a trick) making love.
She acts pretty good he thought as the count continued in his
head; he moaned and started kissing a path from the woman’s neck to her face, and just as the scream of the approaching jet could be heard overhead Jessie dropped down hard on the young woman as he snatched his hands from under him and clamped them down on Betsy-Mae’s head and covered her nose with his mouth.
She was totally helpless as he bit it off.
Screaming was no longer an option, it took air to do that; she had
none, it shot out of her like a blown up balloon that wasn’t tied.
The second bite came as she attempted to inhale through her
mouth, violently ripping off her top lip.
Betsy-Mae’s breathing blood and flopping like a fish out of water underneath him, and as she struggled for her life the drug began to take full effect.
It made the room spin, as her mind finally understood what the
outcome of this date is to be; it would be her last.
It’s at that moment she could recall very clearly how about
everyone she knew told her “the life you’re living is going to be
the death of you” she could see their faces and almost call out each ones name, but the room was spinning too fast and she’s in too much pain.
It’s funny how your mind comes up with things you weren’t
trying to hear in the first place as your last dying thoughts.
Jessie dismounted and turned the drugged “date” face down so
she wouldn’t choke on her own blood, afterwards he reached under the bed and out came the suitcase filled with “Fred Flintstone” technology; he sat on the bed and assembled the homemade P.V.C.
dolly by strapping the pieces to her unconscious body to help make the trip to the bathroom fast and smooth.
Norma Lynn Skinner (a.k.a. B.J.) would have clamed otherwise
though about the “smooth part of the trip if asked, but it sure was
Not fast enough to get her to the bathroom before she started to
wet herself though; as the feeling of being moved made her eyes
snap open, only to see the floor moving from a face down position, causing what she ate earlier that day to join the trail of body fluids that started at the bed and followed her (pissing down her leg) into the tub.
Once inside of the bathroom; out came the childish looking yellow
rain coat with matching head gear (the one like a hood) that he
donned before placing the dolly in the tub.
After placing her in the tub Jessie added more of his Flintstone
technology to the dolly; these pieces had strong springs and razor
sharp blades, which were positioned so they would close over
Norma’s neck and wrists.
He’d completed his work by the time the next jet could be
heard approaching overhead; making Norma’s next scream as
meaningless as a door closing, it matched the sound of the 9:15
schedule at the nearby airport.
Steam drifted upward as the hot water’s turned on fully,
running freely down the drain in the tub; Jessie adjusted the
shower head to point at what remained of Norma’s face, and as the jet screamed overhead he switch to shower, the hot water hit her face at full force; feeling like a thousand small hot knives sawing off part of her face.
Norma’s first reactions is to cover her face with her hands, but
as she attempted to do so she felt a sharp pain in her wrist, making her look down to see her hands fall into the tub; Norma looked on in horror at what’s left of where her hands use to be, blood is flowing in two different direction; she tried to scream but things start moving too fast, the most she has time to do is stare at what’s left of her arms and flop around swinging her arms wildly.
The scream was coming; it started about the same time she
flopped hard enough to trigger the blades around her neck to close; causing her head to join the two hands in the tub as it filled with her blood; the scream cut short in her throat as Norma watched her view of the bathroom rotating as her head flipped over and over on its way to the tub; the last thing she saw on the way down is a man in a ridiculous yellow raincoat using a video recorder in the bloody rain.
Jessie turned off the water and released what’s left of Norma to
join the rest of her in the tub as it filled with blood; he disassembled the dolly before removing the raincoat and soiled bed linens, these he placed in the suitcase to take with him; the nose and torn off lip would be left behind in a pill bottle filled with
alcohol, it’s what he used to plug up the tub.
It’s time to go, time to get a little sleep somewhere less noisy.
Franklin drove too fast from the last rest area as he headed for the stretch of interstate that brings you into the city from off some
back road seldom used.
He’s on automatic pilot, been so for most of this trip he’s
In the years following his return from the service he would
sometimes get these terrible headaches, and at some point get in
his car and take a long ride to help clear his head; he never seemed to pay any attention to where he wound up, but at some point he always returned along this route; noticing his headache gone.
It seemed pointless to him to even give it a second thought
about where he’d gone, it’s enough to find the headache gone and being able to think without pain (and the voices he hears) Franklin never talks to any one about that; he thinks others would think he’s crazy, or something?
He knows though.
Deep down inside he knows the truth.