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Author's infos Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: New Zealand |
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| Introduction: Melanie is on the run from the group | ||
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This story is the continuation of Other Plans for Dinner I drove east from the Mansion wanting to put as many miles between me and there by the time the bodies were found.The Cherokee had three quarters of a tank so I could bypass all the local gas stations and ,hopefully, fill up at one outside the groups sphere of influence. I had plenty of cash and more guns than I could use but I knew they wouldn't stop till they had me- unless I could get them taken down first. After two hundred miles I called into a gas station, filled up and went to use the rest room. When I got out the proprietor was on his portable standing by the jeep.He had a pistol stuck down the back of his pants. Fuck! He must have known the car. He hadn't seen me and I had the 357 in my purse. "Hey Missy!" he called at the door I had just shut, "get your sweet little ass out here honey." "Oh sorry, " I called as pleasantly as I could," is there a problem?" "Only you driving a stolen vehicle- bitch. Get the fuck out here now!" "Oh I can explain," I told him sounding fearful as I could and wondering ,knife or pistol. I opened the door and walked out onto the courtyard. "Its not stolen!" I exclaimed, "my boyfriend told me I could borrow it. He did, " I pleaded watching his hands. He had hesitated then went for his gun. Mine was hidden behind my purse and before he could take his from his trousers he was staring down the barrel. He went white as a sheet his eyes like saucers. Then I shot him in the stomach, he dropped to his knees a stupid gormless look on his face. I stepped round behind him, hooked my right arm round his neck and sliced his windpipe open for him. I left him on the forecourt went inside to get all the food I could use and some drinks , left more than enough to cover the "purchases" and drove off. His recognizing the Cherokee was a problem but at eleven o'clock I heard a major problem- the bodies had been found. It was some sort of massacre at the mansion of popular local Millionaire Marcus Lynch and they could confirm that Mr Lynch is among those found deceased. The report ended with the news Police were investigating a possible drug trafficking link in their inquiry. As if that wasn't bad enough the idiot at the gas station had been found, his CCTV camera had no film so Police didn't have any way of identifying the killer or killers but I killed him the way I had a number of the earlier ones- well I enjoyed it- so it kind of led the inquiry here. I had driven out of that town and twenty mile or so east had gone off the main road at a fork looking to find somewhere I could hide the Cherokee and decide how I wanted to handle the situation I was in. I went over a wooden bridge and round over a stretch of dirt into some brush which pretty much hid the Cherokee. Safe at last I broke out the food I had purchased and opened a Doctor Pepper. I had just finished when I heard a car traveling at speed along the highway. It slowed just before the fork then turned up the road I was on only going much slower. 'How the fuck could they? Homing device? Fuck! Must be." Too late to worry now, I took the M1 Carbine and two clips and slipped into the brush to wait. Sure enough two of the county's finest rolled up in their cruiser and headed straight to the Cherokee. The shorter one checked the number plate while the tall one shook his head and asked what the fuck he thought he was doing when they was tracking the signal and that bitch had to be round here somewhere. Both were in sight and easy targets. I took shorty out with a head shot and lowered Stretch with two rounds mid thigh. He pitched face down in the dirt and I moved over to him, knife in hand. He saw it and a look of horror crossed his face. "You one of them?" I asked . "Yeah bitch and when we get hold a you we gaah" I had cut his throat- I' d heard it all before. I got a torch out of the boot and went under the Cherokee looking for the sender unit. It took a while but I found it and jemmied it off the chassis rail. I headed back tot he main road and continued East. Driving at just on the speed limit I put five hundred miles between the mansion and me. The Cherokee had to go, the authorities were looking for that now. I parked it in a supermarket car park and went to do some shopping. Leaving it I took the suitcase, loading the cash and the M1 carbine which I had broken down along with a few more clips while I had the 357 in my hand bag. Along the street was an op shop and I went in there to buy some more clothes. I was in the changing room when the door the place was pushed open and I was instantly on full alert. Two cops looking at everyone and referring back to a photograph one was carrying. For a second I thought maybe these guys had no idea what I was up to , maybe they a wife and kids and coached little league but only a second. I got the magnum out of my hand bag and prepared to kill. The fair haired one saw me. 'That's her! That's the bitch!" he exclaimed to his partner,"hey you, stop, stay where you are, you're under arrest!" I stood with my handbag covering the magnum. "What's the meaning of this? How dare you speak to me like that!" I said backing nervously away. Fair hair had his hand on his holster but now figured he wouldn't need his gun, the partner was fishing out his cuffs when I brought the pistol out and shot fair hair in the throat and, as he courageously went for his sidearm, the Partner in the chest. Well the people in the shop were crying and screaming but they hadn't watched someone skewered and gutted or been facing that prospect themselves so their view on the sanctity of life was more pronounced than mine- I didn't give a shit. My problem now was having this mob behind me. "I will be watching this door and I will shoot anyone who comes out. Clear?" No one came out, the crowd was already outside from the noise of the gunshots. I made out I had just escaped and there was some crazed Mexican in there- "give those wet backs a chance in this country," I started and the word spread like wildfire that there was some crazed damn Mex in the Op Shop. With all the confusion I was able to slip to the edge of the crowd but I couldn't go to the bus depot and catch a bus into the next town then buy a car.Not only that I had been pointed out by a helpful man to the first of a lot of deputies arriving on the scene. I suppose it was funny in a way; the people inside wouldn't come out because they were sure I was waiting to gun them down and the police were wary of going in because some crazed trigger happy Mex was in there wanting to commit suicide by police bullet. I gave a statement and it was clear the Deputies I was now speaking to didn't know the first thing about my involvement- which had me puzzled. Making an excuse of having to check on my disabled mother who was waiting for me in the car I slipped away and decided to return to the car.Wrong move. They were waiting for me, two deputies were watching the car from about twenty feet. So some were in the loop and some weren't; the ones who were weren't sharing their information with the others.I had approached down a side alley and ducked back out of sight as soon as I had seen them. I dropped down and opened the suitcase , locating the 22 auto and screwing the silencer on. As I was down doing all this a family walked past, 'Whatcha doin' lady" the boy asked. "Oh, looks real huh? I replied," its just a replica, bought it for my nephew- he's twelve,think he''ll like it?" The boys eyes lit up,"Oh yeah for sure." He wanted to linger but his mother gave me an embarrassed smile and pulled him away. I followed them keeping them between the deputies and me as long as I could till I reached the car and crouched behind the driver's side front wheel. They were both on the same side! maybe they liked each other's company; maybe they were just born stupid.I could see their faces reflected in a bumper . They were keeping a close watch on the Cherokee and other times checking the side alley as well as the main approaches to the car park. Their vigilance waned and they started talking to each other, figuring there was no way she'd be stupid enough and I hoped they might just head away but they didn't. They had got off the car their asses had been resting on and were trying to break the boredom when I shot them. The 22LR has very little knockdown power, it was all about placement and to get that I needed surprise. Well they gave me surprise and I gave them placement. Another head shot on the first one and as many in the chest of the other as I could. I put eight rounds in him before he stood still- then I put the last one in his forehead and he dropped.I went over to the Cherokee, unlocked the door, put the suitcase in on the passenger seat, closed the door and drove off. I went west back about fifteen miles then north. My only living relative was my mother and she was two hundred miles away. They knew from all the forms I had filled out when I had applied for the job where she lived and I was very afraid for her. I had the radio on as I drove sedately along in the Cherokee playing a local Country Station. It was starting to get late and I didn't dare try for a motel so at a fork in the road I took the minor road which quickly became gravel and after a careful search found a place to conceal the Cherokee. I parked up and got out. It looked ideal but the car scared me so I got a rug out of the boot, took the carbine and magnum with me and found a place to lay the rug down then lay on it and folded the rest over me. My night passed with no excitement at all and after relieving my self and using some of the wipes in the glovebox I was on my way again. I turned the radio on part way through the news "forensic experts have been called in to investigate in a bizarre local killing, sixty three year old Mary Jacobsen " Mom! Oh fuck, no! " has been identified as the corpse which had been cooked and partly carved in what appears to have been a cult ritual.Neighbors have described Mary -" I turned it off and pulled over. Why was I running? I adored my mother. My mother was the sweetest kindest ... and they did that. So far I had killed to run. Fuck it if I was going to die so be it but I would take as many of them with me as I could.It was time to kill. In the suitcase I had a folder with all the interesting papers I could find at the time. I got it out and sifted through them- then I found it. The list of bar b ques , who's place, the date, address. There was a list of members, I put a line through the ones I knew I'd killed,it still left sixteen. Those seven I had killed might be on the list- I hadn't thought to check IDs, well I hadn't imagined it would be ,oh never mind I just hadn't. The next barbie was going to be tomorrow and it would be three hundred miles south west of where I was. The Cherokee was not raising any interest so the ones in the know still weren't sharing ; I decided to stay with it and went into a gas station. I paid in cash, which raised eyebrows, but I did my best country drawl and told them my teddy bear done cut up my credit cards- after he hit me. They looked at my unmarked face ,I shook my head and stroked over my tummy. "It was his dammit," I managed then bit my lip and tried hard to look like I was barely holding back the tears. Well they couldn't do enough for me after that, Missus getting me to park round back and telling me to use their shower to freshen up and even cooking me a "proper breakfast." I ended up staying the night with them. Before I left the room I put three hundred dollars under the pillow and a note thanking them for their kindness. They both came out to wave as I drove away waving back. I could make my destination by mid afternoon and I had a plan. The dinners were always evening affairs and watching the bitch get skewered and gutted was the highlight of the occasion. This was at Jack and Linley Shrew's place. Linley was in for a surprise. I parked the Cherokee on the driveway, took the 22 pistol in my handbag headed up to the front door and knocked. 'Who is it?" I heard. "Its me sugar, Heck wanted to me to bring the potato salad over," I replied cheerfully,hoping that Heck had a wife and that if he had she hadn't met her.I was in luck and she opened the door with a smile on her face which faded as she saw me. I took the 22 out of the bag (it was open anyway) and pointed it to her as I walked in flicking the door shut with my foot. "Jack sure is going to have his hands full this evening honey," I told her driving her out to the pit. Sure enough it was all set up, the human size spit, fresh sand, table ready. Well I was kind, I made her strip off and lie on the table, I tied her up then gave her the option, strangulation or spitting. She chose strangulation. She took a while to pass out but she did and I wasn't sure if she was truly dead or not. I pushed the skewer right through her body, the blood spurted out so she must just have been unconscious- pity. The skewer traveled up her windpipe and I dropped her head back for it to come out her mouth. At that exact moment her eyes opened, a look of utter terror came over her face and I watched in fascination as the life passed from her.I sliced her open and shoved her innards into the plastic container at the ready under the prep table. Then I went inside, got the stuffing out of the fridge as well as the twine and needle from the kitchen bench and stuffed Linley then sewed her up.When I had finished a freshly stuffed Linley was on the spit all trussed up and ready to go. I went back to the kitchen and wrote a note for Jack. "Hi Honey, sorry you'll have to do the veggies- I'm a bit too involved in the main course. Love Linley XXX pp A Friend " I drove away. Just one this time, I had to take them out in multiples; my luck had been with me so far but it couldn't last- I was still around though and I knew where they all lived. Over the next day or so I thought it might be neighborly to go a visiting. |
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