The Murder King (A First Draft)

August 29, 2010

        I wasn’t yet used to the unorthodox ways that Jack killed, or what he did to the bodies of his many victims.  I decided that I had to get used to his style.  I told him to not make any plans for the rest of the day because we had some things to do. 

        Jack was excited about his “mark”.  Holly Lane would be the main target, Jack’s.  She was a stripper.  I would be killing indiscriminately, whoever happened to be “with” Holly at the moment.  After a while of walking we arrived at the club, Pink Pony, so called because all of the girls here wore pink lace.  Jack got excited when we entered.  We walked to the back and I gave Jack a picture of Holly.  Even though he had the picture, I spotted her first.  She had someone by the hand leading them to the back.  I recognized the boy immediately.  It was Shane Wilmore. 

        Shane was the quarterback on the football team at the school I used to attend.  He was a huge bully, and I was his main target.  He called me faggot, bitch, and other, worse words.  I tapped Jack on the shoulder, pointed out Holly, and whispered, "This is going to be fun."  Jack walked over and quickly sent Shane over to me and took Holly to the back.  I guess Shane didn't recognize me because of all of the changes that I've gone through since I left...  That made it much easier for me to get him outside, though.  I motioned for him to follow me and walked to an alley behind the club. 

        I guess he expected me to suck his dick or something, because when we got back there he pulled down his pants.  That's one thing I didn't know about Shane Wilmore.  Apparently he's bisexual.  But I was in a relationship, and I wasn't going to do that, even if it was for the sake of the kill.  I walked over to him and pulled his pants up, looked him in the eyes, and whispered, "Remember me, Shane?" as I held a rag over his face and watched him choke until he was unconscious.  Once I was sure he was out for the count, I started dragging his limp body. 

        I dragged him for a long while, through the back streets and the abandoned alleys so I wouldn't be seen.  I sat him down for a while to text Jack and Josh and tell them that I might not make it back home tonight.  I decided that I was as far away as I would get and it was extremely unlikely for us to be seen.  I then set about preparing for my work.  I cut his fingers and got quite a bit of blood from the cuts.  At this point he woke up, so I blindfolded and gagged him.  With the blood, I drew a gallows on the alley wall in front of me.  I also drew six small lines under the gallows.  I've been formulating this plan for a while, but I couldn't find anyone to try it on.  "Thanks, Shane, I'm going to have a lot of fun with you," I told him as I took the blindfold off, "I call this little game 'Human Hangman', I hope you enjoy." 

        "Okay Shane, I'm only explaining this once, so listen," I started, looking him straight in his eyes as he pleaded for mercy.  "If you hadn't figured it out yet, I'm Damien, your old friend.  You will be guessing letters.  You will write the letter you are guessing on the ground in front of you with your own blood.  Nod if you understand," one nod came out as the tears were streaming down his face.  "Good.  If you miss a letter, I cut off a finger.  When you run out of fingers on a hand, I cut off the arm.  Once you are unable to write your letters, I kill you slowly.  If you guess correctly, I will do a shallow slice on your leg.  It will hurt, but you caused a lot of pain to me.  If you guess the word, I will kill you quickly.  Got it?" he nodded, the tears overwhelming him now. 

        "Okay, you may start.  I'll cut left hand first." 

        His first guess was an "E".  I looked at him, smiled, and cut off his thumb.  I wrapped a length of cloth around it so he wouldn't bleed out.  He was screaming, but the gag stopped anyone from hearing.  I drew the head on the gallows, beginning the hangman.  After that, he guessed an "A".  I put an "A" in the second line.  I pulled off his pants and cut a small line on his inner thigh.  It was barely bleeding, so I put the knife in deeper.  He was losing blood extremely quickly, so I told him to go again. 

        He guessed a "H".  That was the pinky.  I drew the spine on the hangman.  He drew a "G" on the ground.  "Lucky!" I cried, as I wrote the "G"s in the third and fourth spaces.  "That's two spaces, so I get two cuts," I told him.  The knife sliced down his leg twice more.  He drew a "T" on the ground and I had a feeling he knew what the word was.  I put the "T" in the last space and cut another line down his leg.  When I looked up at him, he drew the letters "FAGGOT" and started bawling.  "Ahhhhhh....  Why'd you end the game already? I was just starting to have fun!"  I drew in the word and walked up to him.  "And you know what?  You were right about me.  I am gay.  And I'm proud," with these words, I kiss him on the lips, knowing that it will make him sick.  After I kiss him, I run my knife across his throat.  Slashing the veins and letting the blood flow. 

        I know that Joshua will understand why I kissed him, but I still feel horrible inside as I walk home.  I call Jack and ask him how his "day" went.  He tells me that "work was great", so I know that he's fine and at home with Joshua.  We use code on the telephone that way, just in case people can hear in on us, it sounds normal.  I contemplate my kill as I walk.  I know that I was really hard on Shane, but he had tortured me for more than half my life.  I killed him viciously, just like he deserved.  Hopefully, his body would be devoured by rabid dogs or the like. 

        When I get home, Josh is sitting at the kitchen table with leftover spaghetti, my favorite!  I sit down at the table next to him and kiss his cheek.  The food is delicious, like always.  I wish that I knew more about Josh, but I don't think I ever will.  I want to know where he learned to cook.  What his real name is.  If he had siblings.  All those little things that people tend to overlook.  It's always been really important for me to know things, and then I go and fall in love with the one person I will probably never know much about.