Cat and Mouse: 1982

XI: 1979

Chapter Eleven: 1979
A day at the observatory that ends in a suspicious tragedy sets up the events of 3 years later, where, in the present, the remaining 3 college kids finally unmask the killer, but not before a heart wrenching loss is suffered, and a crazy internal monalogue by ONE OF the killers changes everything.

Wanda's perspective

I never had planned to be serial killer, in fact, as a little girl, I had dreamed of being a doctor, which, in a way, is the polar opposite of a serial killer. But sometimes life has other plans for us, for some of us that means having to give up a career in sports because of a broken leg, for some maybe it's because of money problems, but for others, it would seem fate prefers to deal a far shittier hand to. For me, that fate came to fruition on the afternoon of September 10th, 1979, in the beautiful and grand glacier national park. It was three years ago now, but the wound is still just as fresh as the gory markings I've left on my victims, so for the future court that covers my case, consider this story my motive. My parents were respectable people, my mother, Wilma Matthews, was a seamstress in Brooklyn in the early 50s when she met my father, Scott. Scott was the son of a steel baron, and, as a result, stupid fucking rich. He gave up that money though when he married my mother, a marriage which destroyed his relationship with his classist, extremely wealthy and ignorant parents. But he made a life for himself, and for me and my sister. Wendy was womderful, she had a smile that of melt an ice cream cone, and bouncy blonde hair like a Shirley temple look a like. We had come to glacier to celebrate me leaving for collage, finally, I was going to train to become an OR nurse. But as you well know already, that wouldn't ever actually happen. Instead, on the night of September 9, 1979, the news would later report that newlywed Blake walters was having his honeymoon with his brand new trophy wife Barbara, and little did Barbara know, Blake planned to kill my family in order to collect lawsuit money to pay his alimony and support his new marriage. See, cigars aren't allowed in the park, but a naive and selfish young ranger named Ricky decided to let him through on a bribe. It was twenty dollars. My families lives were worth twenty dollars to him. I remember the moment it happened, ever since we'd arrived, the smell of propane had been getting ominously stronger, but it wasn't until a loud pop followed by a wave of fire filled the room, and my father selflessly pushed me out onto the balcony outside that the situation became apparent. And as black smoke filled that building, I watched helplessly as my little sister pressed he face and hands up against the window as the heat rised, and her flesh began to drip off her like a melting popsicle. And her eyes popped like runny eggs. And all as I begged an indignant mr Walters for help. There was another couple there too i recall, an elderly Japanese couple known as the youngs. And they too ignored my pleas. As did that stupid park ranger. So I watched my family melt into goo like a stick of butter in the microwave as the people responsible and culpable watched on in awe at the spectacle in front of them, never once trying to help. The moment the court hearing was over and Mr Walters plead innocent to a jury verdict of 5-3 innocent, I made up my mind to kill that fucking bastard whore. And over the next three years, I concocted my plan, meeting a friend along the way who I'll introduce you to shortly, and I sent letters over and over again in Ricky's penmanship inviting the Walters and the youngs back for a vacation, when in reality, I was always going to kill them. And I did. It's just a shame my stupid friends had to go and get themselves involved. I plead guilty to all 12 counts of murder enacted on 01/08/82-01/11/82, but by the time you read this I will have fled the country to live the rest of my life in peace. Let this be a lesson to never stand idle when a little gif needs your help, because a little girl can turn into one giant, sadistic, vengeful, murderous, bitch.

Leslie's perspective.

As we shut the door and lock it behind him, we take a moment to let it sink in. We did it. We beat him. I call the police as the power is restored by Jenny's wiring and we actually get to live our life together! That's what would have happened of course, had Jenny not forgotten to lock the door in the heat of the moment. Because instead an arm comes from behind and wraps around me and Dana's necks as an foot kicks the door open and grabs my sweet Jenny from behind, if I could have I would have torn the masked figure holding me back limb from limb, but Instead, I just had to watch. I had to watch as the brought the knife down into her stomach, watch as the last words she utter "more than the stars in the sky" escape her lips as the killer grabs a shard of broken glass from the window to slam deep into her back on the other side, and I had to watch, screaming until my voice is gone, as they scissor them upwards and through her beautiful body, spilling the innards of the woman who I was ready to devote my everything and always to like livestock. And the last thing I see through my stinging, tear soaked eyes, is a chloroform rag being shoved into my face as a pool of blood envelops her like a blanket, still somehow just as beautiful, even in death. And yet still, I was only able to watch.