The Thirteenth Kill

The Thirteenth kill

1,

I wipe the blade clean with my tongue as she watches. He’s nothing but a leaking piece of fucked up meat upon my floor. Come for a game of cards, I said. He was good he said. I played my usual game and now she waits and wonders, looking into my bloody poker face through tears and dismay. I move for her, with each step she grimaces, her slutty fish-net clad knees clamped together, her heels clattering like cock-provoking tap shoes.

I park the knife in the tabletop, take my seat, and shuffle the deck again.

‘You win you live. You lose...’ I smile.. I begin to deal her five, lost in her emerald eyes. The gloss of her lips capture the dull light, pulling me like a moth to a flame.

I slow my thoughts, ensuring the experience stains my mind like a bad trip on a black day. The first card slides across the table, resting at her trembling place. Her skin so smooth, body so fine. I just want to reach out, touch her, wrap myself within her loveliness.    

I slip her another card. I’m almost done now. She's the Queens daughter, the Snow White of the coven. I plan to take my time... 

She will be my thirteenth kill.

2,

The clock above the fire flits noisily as the demon's hour approaches. 

I flick her next card, it bounces, flips - . - Ace of spades.

I reach across the table, take the card, place it bottom pack. I shoot another card with a smile on my dial and a gleam in my eye, I watch her stiffen as I wink.

She sits so pretty in the she devil costume she wears, the mascara tracks down her face, coal stains in the exact right place. Little red horns, black lace upon her bra, I question her expectations from wearing a dress up so far. But what she wants she gets, and what she gets she wants. I take the knife, she looks away, looks to him, spread on  the floor, on his bed of intestines vile and gall.

I slide her the next card   

3,

She jumps, the fire cracks and spits, the clock above, flit...flit...flits, as the pendulum scrapes against the concrete. She returns to my glare, my cocksure smile.

I throw her the next card.

A tear escapes her eye, she wipes it away, bites her lip. ‘I fold.’ She says surely.

          ‘But you can't.’ I reply. ‘If you fold you die!’

          ‘Well maybe I want to die...’

My heart thumps erratically, rattling within my chest, running like a v8 on 6 pots at best. She can't do this to me, she can't take my game away. My face flushed with burning heat, hatred distended, long spawned within my stomachs wilderness. I'm driven to stand. ‘PICK UP THE FUCKING CARDS...’   

Her eyes widen, her pupils tiny spikes on a sea of green. She snatches the cards and squeezes them tightly. Smoke from her hands, ash on the table. ‘Ace of spades,’ she hisses ‘Game on.’ She forces the table against me, I crash to the floor.

The gestating hate within my pit turbulates, as right before my eyes... she begins to... What the fuck? She’s growing... I clamber backwards across the floor, her skin's decaying,  jaw extending; her teeth falling to the floor. With the cracking of bone jagged canine teeth appear, her hands and fingers expanding, spindly stick fingers, nails falling to the floor to be replaced with fucked up claws. ‘THROW ME ANOTHER CARD YOU FUCK!’ She laughs tormentingly, now  her rotten paleness on full display, ‘IT’S TIME TO PLAY!’

4,

11 heads under my bed, my minds slide show, on the go – go - go...

1, The Mother,

Stabbed her in the lower vertebrae, bled her out. I used butchers hooks to hang her on the shed wall while I beheaded her with a fishing knife and hacksaw. Dropped her guts into my wheelbarrow, took 5 days for the pit bulls to eat her. First kill, bit nervous to begin, but once the rush kicked it went well. Fucking messier than I expected!

2, The Brother,

Slammed his head in the car door until he stopped moving. Had no knife on hand but found a coke can on the floor. Once I slammed the door on the neck enough, the bones broke and the door shut. Then I tore the can in two and used it cut his head off. It wasn’t easy but it worked. Set the car alight. Took a lot of energy this way, surprised how well peoples heads are attached to their bodies!

3, The Brothers Friend,

          Cable ties are a wonderful invention. Cable tied his hands and feet, then placed one larger cable tie around his neck. Pulled it tight and left him. Came back an hour later, he was riggers. Easy kill. Used a tomahawk for head collection. Still messy. The act no longer bothers me but I need to find an easier way to remove the heads.   

4 and 5, The Uncle and His Wife,

          Found the two in bed. Used a shovel from his garden shed! The first hit to the neck woke him up. He sat up! The second hit was to the temple, he went down convulsing. She woke, the back of the shovel convinced her to sleep. Used the shovel to remove the heads, messy, hard work, would not recommend it. But two in one! Left the house burning

6, Sister 1,

          Don’t bath with your hair dryer. It puts your power out and fucks you up. Easy killers tool. Done everything in the bath and got to wash up afterwards. Getting the hang of head removal. Razorblades... Keep the neck in good order and work between the vertebrae.  

         

7, Sister 2,

          It’s funny how people go outside to investigate strange noises. My advice is not to. She stepped out her back door. Rusty guitar string wrapped around two sticks. Messy, but quick and easy. Her cat watched. I enjoyed having an audience, talked to the cat right the way through. Thought the cat might need someone to look after it, I took it home.

8, The neighbour,

          Two by four. Machete.    

9, The Nan,

Can’t say I was real enthusiastic about doing her. But she was involved so she had to go. Choked with bare hands. Her false teeth came out... left them in her goldfish bowl. Surprisingly strong for an old duck... Self sharpening calving knife for head removal, they really do stay sharp.

10,The fat lady, 

Singing when I found her. She did most the work. Maybe suicide? She saw me, freaked, slipped on the wet floor, hit herself in the head with a bath. Glad I’m not into burials... Meat cleaver and a serrated blade used for head amputation.

11, The midget,

          He hurt her worst so I used cable ties to restrain him. Put him on the work bench and stretched him with a hand winch. He had the most unusual stubby toes, hard to cut off, used them as treats to teach the pit bulls to sit as he watched. Terra’s got it down pat, but Rusty was only picking it up on the last of the fingers. He went slow enough... Staple gun, soldiering iron, shed bits and pieces. The dogs won’t hurt you... they’ll only lick you to death! I always had a thing for circular saws...

Fuck, here she comes.

Stunned.

Out gunned.

My bloody half full glass of optimism now nothing but a half empty glass of festering puss.

The super-hot-freaky-crossbreed-bitch closes in.

My options are nil, kill or be killed.      

The cards have been dealt. She folded. She lost.

I collected the others heads, they’re under my bed. 

She lunges for me...

I reach for the fire, iron in grip.

She rears back screeching, the poker set deep in her canine eye.

Pit bulls pawing at the back door. The bitch sways... I run, hip and shoulder my path, slamming down upon the porch concrete...

I hear the dogs ravaging the freaky bitch...

But be fucked... Here she comes, bolting down the hall on all fours, pit bulls locked on, splintered weeping eye and all.

She leaps for me, tearing my leg, crushing my bones, I’m thrown... I bounce from the fence screaming in pain... 

The pit bulls work her, Terra tug-o-waring spilt intestines, Rusty locked on a just cracked flimsy rear shank.

Still the freaky bitch comes at me dragged by her front claws, her guts disgorged, hind legs limp, an oozing poker impaled fucked up eye ball.

She folded...

Claws tear my chest, snapping teeth shred my left arm. My free hand plants a solar light post in her remaining wild eye. She falls on her side, teeth flailing, my bloody raw screaming dogs eating her from inside.

She lost...

I watch my friends finish her off.

My mission now complete...

Take my wife, lose your life.

13 heads under my bed...  
      

COPYRIGHT2013JASONWILSON.