Horror and Thriller Fiction posted July 1, 2015

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Be careful who you pick on.


by Michaelk

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Darkness and pain.

Can’t breathe.

The only sound I hear is the rustle of the plastic bag and murmuring.

Finally they stop. The bag is ripped off of me.

Sudden light.

I stand naked in my high school auditorium. Full of laughing, fucking ignorant adolescents. My clothes stolen yet again. I'm trapped, I can't escape.

Stop fucking laughing at me!

I slowly look around the room, remember each face. They will always remember me.


Years later, my list is nearly complete, they remember me when I stalk them. When I silently unlock the door to their three-bedroom, ranch-style with a double garage attached. When the police surround their houses with yellow tape and neighbors say, 'I never thought he would turn on his family like that.'

This game is so one sided it's funny. I'm ten steps ahead on a slow day.

'Serial killer', they say. I prefer to think of myself as a 'Parallel killer'. Sometimes I do two or three in a night.

Robbery, home invasion, drug deal gone bad, domestic disturbance, I can fake them all to perfection.

If they ever pin even half my murders on me I'll serve a thousand lifetimes in the electric chair.

They can't stop me.

I study chemical engineering and criminology in college. Get straight A's. My parents are so proud that I'm going to be a cop.

Not quite.

Where am I? What am I doing? For God's sake, why don't they stop me?

I'm sitting in my dingy apartment, watching my shitty TV, with only my hate to keep me company.
Jeopardy's on.

I drift off to sleep listening to that fucking arrogant Canuck ask some idiot questions to some arrogant pricks behind little podiums. I wish their buttons were hooked to fifty thousand volts. That would make for some interesting TV.

I'm already starting to think about tonight's hunt.



I sit up in my chair, dazed and confused. Darkness smothers me like a blanket. Robbed of sight, my other senses kick into high gear.

Wow! I need a shower.

I hear something move in the dark. My blood freezes.



It's big and it's close.

I slowly reach for my remote, hoping to shed some light on my intruder. I feel around the table and my hand grabs a fluffy softball.

What the hell is this?

Suddenly, the softball grabs me back.

"Ouch, you motherfucker!"

I jump up and run towards the wall, waving my hand furiously, trying to get the softball to let go while searching for the light switch.

I slam into something hard.

The wall?

I bash the softball against it over and over, feeling it become less round with every hit. Finally, it lets go.

I slide my hand along the wall, find the light switch, and flip on the light.

At my feet lays a dead rat.

Rage fills me.

I pick up the rat, look at its crushed little face, and start bashing it into the wall,

Over and

Over and

Over and


"Motherfucker!" I scream.

Finally I collapse from exhaustion.

My wall is a bloody mess and has a large hole in it.

My hand is bleeding.


I stumble to the bathroom to clean up.

Fucking rat gashed me up good. I'm gonna need stitches.

I consider taking a shower, then remember my hunt.

Nobody questions an injured man who's covered in blood.

I smear blood across my shirt, in my hair, across my face.

The mirror tells me I look great.

I drive to the emergency room, 'accidentally' leaving blood on the steering wheel and interior.

"How bad is it?" I ask the plump, but somewhat attractive, nurse.

She smiles at me.

"Looks like a couple dozen stitches and a rabies shot."

"Those really hurt don't they?"

I wear a mask of concern.

"I can hold your hand if you like," her smile grows a little bigger as she leans toward me, showing her deep cleavage, "or I can hold something else."

I smile back.

All too easy.

We spend the next hour flirting as she stitches me up. By the time we're done, I know her panties are wet. I can fucking smell them.

Finally, I'm done, she has no more excuses to be talking to me.

"Umm...I get off in about an hour," she says, handing me my paperwork. "Would you like to..."

"...get you off again?" I whisper.

She turns a bright shade of red and shoots me a broad smile.

I use the next hour grocery shopping, buy a lot of useless shit to mask buying a bottle of bleach, trash bags, and cleaning rags.

I wait patiently outside the E.R. door for her to come out.

I see a look of pleasant surprise on her face as her pace quickens toward me.

"Hi," I say, smiling. "You didn't expect me to be here, did you?"

She looks down and blushes.


I cup her chin in my hand and gently lift her face to mine, then give her a soft, passionate kiss.

She melts into my embrace as her tongue darts into my mouth.

For a long time, our tongues entwine in a dance of desire. She breaks our lip lock, and says, "Take me now."

I look around the well-lit parking lot with lots of security cameras.

"Really? Won't that get you fired?"

She glances up and lets out a sigh of disappointment.

Suddenly she looks around and says, "Get in."

She drives to a deserted section of the parking lot near the projects, where the security light is out.

"How's this?" she smiles, then pulls her shirt and bra up, revealing her large breasts. I rub and suck while she tries to unbuckle my belt. I help her and after a brief struggle, my pants are around my ankles. We struggle to switch positions, ending with me smacking my head  on the ceiling.

I pull her pants off with a loud rip and a quick apology. We both laugh, then realization hits me.

"I have something to tell you," I say with no trace of humor.

Concern washes over her face.

"What is it?"

I hesitate, reaching into my pants and pulling out my wallet.

"I don't have a condom."

She nearly gags from laughing so hard.

"It's okay. I'm coming off my period." I see traces of blood in her panty liner. "And I've been tested, I'm clean."

"I haven't had sex in years," I lie.

"A little blood won't scare you off, will it?" She hesitates.

As an answer, I shove my hard cock inside her. She gasps as I start stroking her over and over.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes..." she squeals.

Her huge tits bounce between her chin and belly as I thrust inside her.

I feel the pressure building as she pants. My breathing is in sync with hers.

It builds.

And builds.


"OH YES!!" I scream.

"Oh no!" she screams. "Please tell me you're not done already. Please keep pounding."

I give her a few more thrusts, but I am spent, and collapse on top of her.

After a few minutes of silence, she asks, "Was it good for you?"

"Oh yeah." 

She waits for me to ask her, but I don't. I want her to be angry.

She doesn't say another word. She just pulls up her pants, pulls down her shirt, then drives me back to my car.

"Here's my number," she says, handing me a slip of paper. "Thanks for a good time."

She doesn't smile, just drives off. She thinks I won't call. I grin, looking at the number.

The trap is set.


The next morning I call her, apologize for last night, and ask her out for a nice dinner.

I hear the phone hit the floor, then a quick yes.

A lovely restaurant, a delicious dinner, no sex. That's our second date.

We settle into the standard progression of dating. Movies and dinners, afterward, steady progress through the bases until we are back to sex.

Our third time, I make her scream like a sheep being slaughtered.

I get rougher with each encounter, bringing sex toys, riding crops, handcuffs, and leather gloves.

The rougher I get, the more she likes it. The more she likes it, the rougher I get.

This goes on for weeks.


"What are you doing?" I ask the mirror.

It doesn't answer.

"You always answered me before, now what the fuck are you doing?"

No answer.

The mirror shatters.

My fist bleeds.

She stitches me up.

After her shift we go to our favorite dark spot in the parking lot.

I bend her over the trunk and fuck her til she squeals.

After we put our clothes back on, we lean against the car and talk like we're waiting for a bus.

She lights a cigarette, takes a puff, then offers it to me.

"Not tonight, I have something important to ask you."

The cigarette trembles in her hand.


I pull out a small box and the cigarette falls to the ground.

"Oh my God," she whispers, breathing hard. "If you're fucking with me, I'll rip your balls off."


I hand it to her.

Her hands are shaking so bad she can barely open it. She looks inside and crinkles her nose.

"What kind of ring is this?"

"It's the tail of the rat that bit me the night I met you. I had it gold plated."

A smile creeps across her face.

"It's perfect. I love it, and I love you."

We wrap our arms around each other in a tight embrace.

"Are you happy?" I ask.

"The happiest I've ever been."

"I'm so glad to hear you say that."

"Oh, wait, I've got a surprise for you too."

She turns toward the car.

I grab her by the hair, yank her head back, and slice through her jugular vein.

Blood sprays.

She struggles to cover the wound with her hands. Her wide eyes stare in disbelief at me holding the knife.

"Wh...wh..." She collapses to the asphalt.

"Was it good for you?" I say, watching her eyes turn glassy.

The flow of blood slows, then stops.

I reach into the car, dump her purse out onto the driver's seat, take the money, credit cards, and engagement ring.

A small package sits on the passenger seat. Out of curiosity, I open it. Inside is a pregnancy test with a positive indication.

My breath catches in my throat for an instant, then I shrug.

One less brat in the world.

I turn and walk away from the car in the direction of the projects. Once I reach the thin strip of woods, I take off my shoes and double back through the parking lot to my car.

I drive home, take a long shower, put all of the clothes from tonight in a plastic bag, then sit down to reflect on the evening's events.
I pull out my high school yearbook and it falls open to my class. Skimming through the last names, I come to hers.

She looks so young, not nearly so fat, and quite beautiful.

I take my red marker and draw an 'X' over her face. As I look at the rest of the page, I see many more 'X's' than unmarked pictures.

Only seven more to go.

I get dressed and head to work, dropping off my plastic bag in a deserted garbage truck.

"Hey!" an older man yells. "What the hell are you doin'?"

I step out of the shadow with my hands up.

"Oh, it's you. Quit bringin' yer trash to work."

"My bad. You ready to get going?"

"Yep, it's your turn on the back." He laughs.


I put my headset and gloves on.

We start our route, heading right past the hospital. Red and blue lights flood our vision.

"I wonder what happened," I say.

"Probably another robbery gone bad," he answers.

"What's this world coming to?" I say with a smile.


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I was challenged to write this by Mr. Dark and my wife. Blame them. :)

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