Be Careful What You Wish For

You know that old adage, “Be careful what you wish for cuz you just might get it”?  Well, now I believe it wholeheartedly.  This is my story. 

Coming home from a long day at work, I kicked off my shoes, changed my clothes, grabbed a bottle of water and plopped myself down in front of my computer.  I started browsing through my regular sites, catching up from what I’d missed that day.  Then I clicked open my hotmail.  There I found an email that made my insides start to turn inside out just by the subject line.  I quickly clicked the link, eager to see what it said.  Quickly scanning the email, I jumped up and screamed at the top of my voice....

“I WON!!!! I FRIGGEN WON!! I NEVER WIN ANYTHING! OHHHHHH MY GOOOOOD!!”

I began to shake after it had sunk in just what I had won.  My family came rushing in to see what all my excitement was about. 

“Well” I began, “I entered a contest a couple months ago....”Win a day with Nick Carter”.  And I won! I get to choose where we spend the day and what we do” I explained. 

“When does this take place?” my mom asked.

“Ummmm” I started scanning the email again. I got so excited about winning I didn’t finish reading the email.  “In two weeks” I replied. 

My next step was to fill out the questionnaire attached to the email with several questions on it, including what I want my day with Nick to entail.  I quickly filled it out. I had already though about it, never dreaming I’d actually win.  My dream was finally going to come true. 

For as long as I can remember, I’ve loved horses.  One of my biggest dreams was to go horseback riding along the beach.  Thanks to Nick, I will finally be able to mark that off my "Bucket list".  And after seeing an interview of his Malibu beachfront home, that was the place I chose to do it.  To just hang out with Nick at his home and just talk would be enough for me.

The two weeks flew by.  Before I knew it, I was standing at the airport saying goodbye to my family, about to depart on a trip of a lifetime.  My boarding call rang through the PA system and I walked down the ramp towards the plane. Finding my seat, I sat down and took my iPod out of my bag.  It was a long flight to LA from where I live, so I settled in to enjoy my flight.  I loved to fly so I was looking forward to it. 

I must have dozed off (having relatively NO sleep the night before..too excited!), I landed at LAX.  I gathered up my stuff and deboarded the plane.  Looking around, I saw a tall, dark haired guy holding a sign with my name on it.  I walked up to him and said my name and he reached out his hand and shook mine.

‘Hi, I’m Ben and I will be your driver.  I will be taking you to your hotel” he told me.

“Great to meet you Ben. I’m so excited to be here” I replied happily. 

“Follow me and we’ll get going” he said reaching down and taking my bag from me. 

I was only to be there 3 days. The day I got there, the day with Nick, and I was going home the following day.  So, the contest included 3 days at a swanky hotel.  I was almost looking more forward to the Jacuzzi tub in my room as to seeing Nick.  Ok, not really, but you know what I mean! 

Ben lead me to a long, stretch limousine. Now I was really excited. I’d never been in a limo before.  Ben opened the door for me and I climbed in.  I took time to take in my surroundings, enjoying the limo as Ben put my bag in the trunk, slammed it shut and walked around and got in the driver’s seat. 

It was a short drive to the hotel.  Ben got out, got my bag and opened my door. 

“I’ll be back in the morning at 7:00am to pick you up” he told me. 

“Thanks again Ben” I told him,as I handed him a $10.00 tip.  He quickly slapped away my money.  “That’s been all taken care of” he told me.  I put the money back in my purse and headed into the hotel.  After a quick check in, I headed up to my room.  Opening the door, I let out a gasp.  It was huge! I ran over and jumped in the middle of the king sized bed and let out a squeal of joy.  I still couldn’t believe this was happening! 

After a long soak in the Jacuzzi tub with lots and lots of bubbles, I headed to bed.  Tomorrow as gonna be a long day.  The bed was as soft as it was large.  After a quick call the to family to say good night, I snuggled down and fell asleep fast. 

Getting up the next morning, I got dressed quickly, did my hair and limited make up and headed downstairs to meet Ben. I found him waiting for me just outside the hotel. 

“Good morning” he greeted me as he opened the door to the limo.

“Good morning” I chirped as I bounced my way to the car.  “How long a drive is it?” I asked.

“Not too long.  Did you eat breakfast?” he asked.

“No, I’m way too nervous to eat” I replied. 

“Good, cuz Mr. Carter wanted to eat breakfast with you” he told me.

“Oh God, I have to EAT in front of him?” I quipped. 

Ben just laughed. I slipped into the limo and he shut the door and got in and drove away.

About a half hour drive, he pulled up in front of a row of beachfront homes.  He got out and opened my door.  As I stepped out, I looked up to see Nick decending from stairs of a condo looking home.  I froze.  “This is it” I mentally told myself. 

“Hey!” Nick yelled as he walked up to me. 

“Hi” I said shyly. 

“Thanks Ben.  Don’t worry about coming back for her. I’ll drive her back to her hotel myself.” Nick told Ben.  Ben shook his head, waved at me, then left.

“So”, Nick said, “horseback riding on the beach uh? I’m not too great on a horse.  I may need your help”

“Its been a while for me too, but I’m sure it will come back to me fast.  I can’t thank you enough for this Nick” I said.  I was shocked at how comfortable I was talking to him. Any time I have talked to him before, I clammed up tight. 

“Well, hope your hungry, I have a full course breakfast waiting inside. We are gonna need our energy today.” he said.  He grabbed my hand and led me inside. 

After a quick tour of the house, and my eyes bugging out of my head, we sat down and ate.  Having a nice back and forth conversation, I found him quite easy to talk to one on one.  We cleaned up breakfast and headed to his car.  I guess where the horses were kept we had to drive to.  It only took 15 minutes and we were there.  Getting out the car, I saw two horses, one black as midnight and the other a buckskin,  saddled and ready to go.  Thankfully, they were dressed in western tack.  A western saddle was much easier to sit in than English especially on a sandy, rough beach.  Nick walked over and talked to the guy standing near the horses.  I walked over to them and started petting the black one’s muzzle.  I have always loved black horses.  I claimed that one as mine.  Nick walked over to me.

“So, ready to hit the beach?” he asked. “I’m guessing you are taking the black one.” he chuckled.

“Yeah, if you don’t mind. Its always been my favorite color horse.” I told him.

“Yeah, I know. You mentioned it in your email.  If you notice, both horses are the color your said in your questionnaire.” he said.

“Well I’ll be damned. I didn’t even notice.  Thanks Nick” I said.

“No problem. Let’s mount up and get going” he said

Now, it’d been a while since I’ve ridden, but I mounted with ease.  Nick, on the other hand, had a bit of trouble.  After finally getting on the buckskin gelding, you could tell he wasn’t at his more comfortable place.  I chuckled to myself. 

We began down the beach at a slow pace.  We just talked and enjoyed each other’s company.  We then steered the horses down to the water.  Kicking my horse’s sides, I took off at a gallop.  Nick followed my lead.  Racing through the water, splashing wildly, I felt freer than I’d had in a long time.  Slowing the horses down, we walked again for a bit. 

“Nick, I can’t tell you how much this means to me. I’ve had such a great day today with you.  I can’t thank you enough” I told him.

“Its been a pleasure meeting you too. This has actually been fun” he replied.

We were coming up to the end of the beach where there were some woods.  Nick kicked, suddenly, took off on his horse.  I followed suit, trying to catch up with him.  He steered his horse into the woods. 

“Nick!” I shouted, laughing “wait for me!”

I could barely see him up ahead of me.  I seen him laying low beside the horse’s neck.  Wondering what was going on, I rode towards him.  I didn’t even know it happened.  I didn’t feel a thing.  All I know is now I’m standing there, staring at my now headless body, blood gushing from the arteries from where my head used to bed.  My head had rolled a few feet away, coming to rest at a tree trunk, a shocked look frozen on my face.


*late last night*

Nick walked around the woods looking for the perfect place.  He finally found it.  Two trees close enough together but far enough apart.  He reached into his back pocket and pulled out the piano wire he had brought.  He tied it to the two trees then tied a white handkerchief around one of the branches so he would know where to find his surprise for his guest fan.  “She’s really gonna loose her head over me” he laughed to himself. He walked back to his car and went home for a good night’s rest, waiting for his next victim to arrive. 


*present time*

Nick walked over to my body, gave it and gave it a kick. Laughing maliciously, he said...

“Five down and many, many, many more to go”

Sick As My Secrets

“Welcome to the News at Ten. Tonight’s main stories…house prices set to fall again…credit crunch…another murder in…”

I switched the TV channel over, I hadn’t really been paying the news much attention, just hearing little snippets, I was sick of hearing the same news over and over again. It seemed like almost every day there was another grisly murder committed somewhere in the country. What was the world coming to?

Death was something I’d never given much of a thought, being twenty four; it was not something I thought was ever going to happen to me. I was young and had my whole life ahead of me; I was going to make the most of it. I had plans. My dream was to travel the world, to visit all of those far-away places I’d often seen on TV or in magazines. Preferably I’d be travelling the world with the man of my dreams, but I was realistic enough to know that the man of my dreams was just that… a fantasy, make believe.

I eventually went to bed, picking up my copy of Pride & Prejudice & Zombies from the bedside table and reading a few pages before drifting off to sleep. I dreamt of dancing with a tall, dark haired, handsome man. My very own Mr Darcy holding me close in his arms. It was a shame to wake up and realise it was all a dream. No man, no dancing, just me in my pokey little apartment, all alone.

I took a shower and got dressed before wandering into the little kitchen area to make myself breakfast before facing another day in work, but at least it was Thursday, almost the weekend.

“Crap, I’m gonna be late” I muttered to myself as I put my shoes on and grabbed my bag, then headed out the door to walk to work. Luckily I lived within a reasonably short walking distance to my place of work, and it was a lovely sunny day outside.

“Hi Rose” said my colleague Robyn as I sat down at my desk and switched on my PC.

“Hey Robyn” I smiled at her. We’d worked together for a couple of years and got along pretty well. When work was quiet, we often gossiped about men and life in general.

“Any plans for the weekend?” she asked placing a cup of coffee in front of me. It was her turn to get the coffee today.

“Thanks” I raised the cup and took a sip “I don’t think so, maybe just a few drinks after work tomorrow, I don’t know about the rest yet. What about you?”

“Well scrap that. Guess what I’ve got?” she bounced in her seat.

“What?” I asked, wishing she’d just spill it.

“We are going to see Nick Carter’s solo show” she grinned.

I’d been trying to get tickets for ages, but hadn’t had any luck. Since the NKOTBSB tour, Nick Carter had become a big thing again and it wasn’t so easy to get tickets. In fact, the day tickets had gone on sale, I’d pulled a sickie and spent all day in front of my computer and on the phone trying to get some. I’d been unlucky and pissed off for days.

“Oh my fucking god Rob, how did you get your hands on them?” I asked.

“Remember I told you about my brother’s friend? Well he happens to work at the arena and blagged a couple. So Cinderella, you shall go to the ball tomorrow night…or Nick’s concert” she laughed.

“Wow, I don’t know how to thank you. But thank you so much” I could hardly contain my excitement. I was actually going to see Nick Carter.

After work on Friday, we went straight from the office, tidying ourselves up and applying a little more make-up in the toilets before leaving work. Not that Nick would notice, but a girl likes to look her best just in case.

The show was fantastic and we had awesome seats in the second row, centre stage. Nick was his usual energetic self and sent the girls wild with his crooked grin and pelvic thrusts. I could’ve sworn he looked my way once or twice, but maybe that was wishful thinking.

After the show Robyn and I went to Barracuda, which is where the after party was going to be. It was also one of the best clubs in town with a great atmosphere and amazing music. We got a couple of drinks and found somewhere to sit. We could’ve joined some of the other girls who were crowding around the DJ booth, but we figured we had a better view where we were.

“I’ll be back in a minute” I said, placing my drink on the table and heading for the toilets. As I washed my hands, I looked at my reflection in the mirror, more lipstick was needed.

As I left the toilets, I bumped into none other than Nick Carter himself. He apologised for nearly knocking me off my feet and offered to buy me a drink. I wasn’t going to say no. He then invited both myself and Robyn to have a drink with him in the VIP lounge.

“Y’know, I noticed you at the show” he whispered in my ear, so quiet that Robyn couldn’t hear.

“You did?” I asked incredulously

“Oh yeah” he replied and looked at me with lust filled eyes.

We chatted for a little while and then Robyn asked if I minded her ditching me, her boyfriend had just sent her a text to say he was in the club. Of course I didn’t mind. I was with Nick Carter!

We drank a couple more shots and as I looked at him, my vision became blurred. I could hardly focus. What the hell was wrong with me? I hadn’t had that much to drink, no more than normal anyway; I shouldn’t be feeling like this.

“I don’t feel so good” I mumbled and clutched his arm to steady myself. Then everything went black.

~*~

I woke up in a strange bed, completely naked. I sat up and began to panic. Where the fuck was I? And more importantly, who the hell’s bed was I in? I’m not the kind of person who sleeps around, even if I’ve had a few too many drinks. I always know my limit when it comes to drink, and I never ever pass out. So what happened last night? Why did I end up here?

I looked around the room. It was obviously the room of someone who liked the nice things in life, whoever he was, he was rich. But that didn’t make me feel any better. I swung my legs out of the bed and stood up shakily; I felt dizzy and weak and had a banging headache. Where the hell were my clothes? I scanned the room quickly and saw a shirt lying on the floor that would have to do. I slipped it on and quickly did the buttons up. Should I just sneak out, or should I wait here until whoever it was came back into the room? I decided sneaking out was the best option, I’d probably see my bag and clothes on the way.

I crept over to the bedroom door and gently opened it, trying to make as little noise as possible. I looked out of the room and saw no one there, phew; maybe there would be no need for any awkward morning after talk. I’d never had a one night stand before, what did you say to some total stranger?

“Hey, you’re awake” said a voice from behind me. It was a soft, soothing voice, and he sounded familiar. I turned to face him and my mouth dropped open in shock. It was Nick Carter. Holy fuck, how in the world had I ended up in his bed?

“Erm…I’m just leaving” I said as I blushed from head to toe.

“Not so fast Rose” he said and pulled me close to him, I felt uncomfortable. The soothing voice was gone and something in his tone made me afraid.

“No, really, I have to go” I said “I’ll just get my clothes and bag and I’ll be out of your way”

“You aren’t going anywhere…yet” he said, his voice becoming more sinister.

“Please” I said; panic washing over me “I just want to go home. I don’t even know how I got here”

“You don’t remember anything?” he asked and then more to himself than me he muttered “they usually remember something the next morning”

“Listen, Nick, I’m sure you’re a nice guy, but please let me go. I won’t tell anyone about this, I’m not that kind of person, I just want to go home” I begged.

“Shhhh” he said into my hair “don’t get yourself upset, you’ll only make it worse”

Now I was beginning to freak out. I tried to free myself from his grip but he was too strong. He dragged me across the room and I caught a glimpse of our reflections in the large mirror, I was a mess.

“Ah, you noticed that then?” he asked “you did put up a bit of a struggle before you finally passed out”

What the hell was he talking about? What had he done to me? I was beginning to realise exactly what had happened. I’d been drugged, beaten and raped. Tears began to fall down my face.

“Nick, just let me go, please. I won’t go to the police, I promise” I said

“Yeah, yeah, that’s what the first bitch said, but I followed her and stopped her” he said in a calm, chilling tone.

“There have been others?” I asked horrified.

“Oh yes” he said evilly and gripped my body harder, forcing me against the wall “many more and each in a different way”

“No” I screamed and tried to fight him off, lashing out as much as I could. We struggled and moved around the room as I tried to fight him off. Before I knew it we were out on the balcony, there was nowhere to go from there, I realised we were in an apartment quite a long way up from the ground.

“There’s no escape Rose” he whispered as his hands closed around my neck and he began to add pressure.

“Please” I was begging now, I really was pleading for my life, tears flowing freely down my face. I was beginning to lose my strength, fighting him off was useless, I was no match for him and he knew it.

When people say you see your life flash before you when you are close to death, well they are right. As I began to lose consciousness, I saw flashbacks off the life I’d had. I saw my family and friends, holidays I’d been on. I’d been so happy until a chance encounter with the man I’d adored from afar for so long.

And then nothing, it all went black.

~*~

“Welcome to the News at Ten. Tonight’s main stories…Police are investigating the death of a 24 year old woman, who was found this morning by a couple out walking their dog. Initial reports show that the victim – who cannot be named at present – was beaten, strangled and then hacked to pieces, before being dumped in a suitcase behind the pavilion in Bay view Park. Police are keen for any witnesses to come forward…

Nick smiled to himself and turned off the TV; he’d had a busy day and now needed his sleep. Tomorrow the tour was moving on to another city and that meant another girl if the mood took him. Or maybe he’d give the next city a miss. He didn’t want to make anyone suspicious.

Seven down and so many more to go!

She was standing in the doorway in a very, VERY see-through nighty that left nothing to the imagination.  Her long, beautifully sculpted leg rubbed up and down the doorframe driving him crazy as to what was about to occur. 

“Lauren” he breathed. 

“Yes dear.  By the look on your face I can tell you like what you see” she teased. 

“Ohhhhh yeah. I’ve dreamt of this for so long” he said, just above a whisper.

“Ok..since you’ve dreamt of it for so long, what to you want to do with me? What is your fantasy? Something you’ve always wanted to do, no matter how kinky?” she purred. 

“I can think of a few things” he responded.  Then he beckoned her near with a finger wave.  

Lauren walked slowly to the bed, pulled the covers back and climbed in next to him.  After a few minutes of him pouring out his fantasies to her, she climbed on top of him. 

“You ready for the best night of your life” she asked, looking down at him. 

“As if you can’t feel it already...Yes...so ready” he responded, with a smirk.

Lauren began clawing at his chest then leaned down, kissing him along his jawline, driving him almost mad with want. 

Suddenly, she stopped and sat up.

 “What’s wrong?” he asked. 

“Nothing.  I’ll be right back. Just wait here for me loverboy” she said.

Lauren got up and wrapped herself in a terrycloth robe and walked to the door.  She twisted the doorknob and let herself out.  Once the door was closed, she walked over to the man standing down at the end of the hallway.

“He’s all your’s Nick.  Have fun sweetie. Love you.” She kissed Nick passionately and then walked downstairs.

Nick smiled wickedly as he watched his girlfriend’s ass as she sashayed away. God, did he love her.  He then hoisted his bag of goodies from the floor and headed into the door she had just left.

Upon entering the room, he found his prey still in the bed with the sheet draped loosely across his lap.  When he noticed it wasn’t Lauren that returned, the man’s face contorted into a mixture of emotions.

“Nick!” he screamed, “this is not what it looks like, I swear!”

“Really Sagar, then what, pray tell is it then?” Nick asked. 

“Ho..ho..how do you know my name” Sagar stammered. 

“Oh, I have my ways.  I’ve always liked that we had male fans. Straight or gay. Made me feel good that we could reach more than just teenie-bopper girls.  But you...you had to go and join in with the sickass fun of killing me off. THAT is your fatal mistake buddy” Nick told him.  “And now...now its MY turn.”

Sagar tried to scramble from the bed, but Nick was too fast for him.  From all his working out, Nick was now strong as an ox and Sagar was no match for Nick’s strength.  Before he knew it, Sagar found himself tied to the bed by, strangely enough, Wylee scarves. 

Watching Sagar’s face as he read the label on the scarf, Nick smiled. 

“I suppose you have a sick fantasy about Leighanne too, uh?” he asked.

“What are you going to do to me?” Sagar asked, ignoring Nick’s question. 

“Well, that’s for me to know and you to never find out” Nick sneared at him.   

Nick pulled his goody bag over to him and opened it up.  Setting his chosen objects in a nicely, formed line on the dresser, he set to work on violating Sagar’s body in just about every way a body can be violated. 

Two days later, Nick sat watching the late night news. He had been waiting for his latest to be discovered.  Finally, it had been.

“Tonight’s breaking news” the reported started, “The body of a young man has been found in a dumpster in the back of a local Dunkin Donuts.  It appears to have been brutally violated.  Found along with the body, a broken off broom stick and several rotting vegetables.  The identity of the man is being withheld due to the pending investigation and notification of family members.  More on this story as information is released.” 

Nick smiled.  Just then Lauren walked in.  She leaned down and kissed Nick on the cheek.

“10 down, and such a great mixture to go” Nick said.

Baby, You’re a Firework

Nick had been looking forward to the holiday weekend at the start of July.  It meant a break from touring and a chance to just relax with his friends.  This year, they’d performed in Chicago on the third and had decided to stick around the city, spending time on the beaches of Lake Michigan, and watching the fireworks over the water at night.

He was really looking forward to the fireworks.

As he watched Baylee build a meticulous sand castle while Brian helped James pretend to be Godzilla advancing on it—Howie just rolled his eyes and smiled as his son giggled hysterically—Nick could only think about how incredibly amazing the fireworks were going to be that night. 

He thought, if it wasn’t for his pure stroke of genius with Marguerite and her muffins, the fireworks would be the highlight of this tour.  He could almost picture the boom and flash as the showers of brightly colored flames lit up the night sky and practically hear the screams of delight from those watching.

He grinned slyly to himself.  Oh, yes. It was going to be a night to remember.  Much like last night.

He found her easily enough in the crowd of people at the afterparty.  She looked a little worried as she frowned down at her phone. Nick could see that she was texting someone and, when he got close enough, could hear her muttering, “Come on, Rose. Respond. Why the heck haven’t you texted me back in days?”

He paused for a second, brow furrowed.  Rose? It couldn’t be the same ringleader Rose he’d annihilated days earlier, could it? And, if it was…A wicked smile spread across his face. Taking care of Rose’s friend would be even more pleasurable than most of his other…projects.

Nick leaned in close to her and murmured in her ear, loud enough for her to hear over the music, “It’s a party, babe. Why do you look so sad?”

She whirled, her dark hair nearly whipping him in the face.  It took an instant for her expression to go from startled to thrilled.  “Oh my god, Nick? Sorry, I…you scared me!” Her hand had flown to her chest and was just covering the heart that Nick wanted to rip out of her.

As he smiled into her pretty blue eyes, he couldn’t help but think that she seemed so innocent.  Then, he remembered the platypus, and the ebola, and the fire in the studio…

His smile bumped up several degrees as his resolve sharpened again, and he heard her breath hitch as he leaned even closer, his lips brushing her ear.  “Sorry for scaring you, but…I was thinking, if this party isn’t rocking your world,” his fingers stroked down her arm, causing her to shiver, “maybe you’ll come with me, and we can have our own party.  Just the two of us.”

Her eyes widened before she glanced around at the rest of the fans singing and dancing along as Howie belted out his single on the stage behind them.  “Are you serious?”

Nick slid an arm around her waist, drawing her up against him.  “Let me rock your world…”

“Julie,” she told him breathlessly as she let him tug her through the crowd and out the back door of the club.  “My name is Julie.”

Nick chuckled to himself as he remembered the fun times he’d had with Julie the night before.  He’d known she was twisted, but the ways in which she’d satisfied him the night before had gone above and beyond most—not all, he reminded himself as he thought of the muffins—of his sickest dreams.

The new set of knives he’d bought had certainly come in handy as had the fully equipped Craftsman toolkit he’d gotten recently from a Home Depot.  He’d certainly needed it and the industrial strength trash bags he’d remembered to pick up just the previous morning.

But now, his work was done, he thought and reminisced fondly on the night of mayhem, dismemberment, and chopping he’d indulged in just a few hours earlier.

Even though he’d only gotten an hour or two of sleep and hadn’t had any coffee today, he knew that the night’s fun had energized him.  Now, he just had to wait a few more hours for things to settle into place.

“Nick!” Baylee whined pitifully as Brian and James cackled. Breaking out of his gory thoughts, Nick glanced over to find Baylee’s sand castle crumbling.  “Can you help me revenge my castle? Dad and James wrecked it!”

“Jimbo!” Nick playfully scolded the three year old and ignored Howie’s warning growl.  “What did I say about playing nice with others?”

James’ face carried an expression of perfect innocence.  “I dunno.”

“Don’t do it!” Nick shouted and gleefully tackled Baylee into the sand.  Baylee yelped in surprise and then giggled helplessly as Nick flattened him, though he was careful to keep his weight off the ten year old.  Brian jumped on Nick, and Howie plopped James on top of the pile like a cherry.

This, Nick thought as he spit sand out of his mouth, was the life.

Later, as night fell, AJ, Rochelle, Leigh and Leighanne joined them on the beach, just in time to watch the fireworks.  Leighanne bought Baylee an ice cream cone, and the kid happily slurped on it as he bounced excitedly next to Nick.

“Careful,” Nick warned him.  “It might fall off. Then you’ll be eating an ice cream sandwich.” He waited a beat. “Get it?”

Baylee groaned.  “That was a bad one.”

Brian stretched his legs out as he settled next to them.  “That’s the thing with Nick’s jokes, buddy.  They’re always bad.”

“Not true!” Nick opened his mouth to spit out a great comeback when the first fireworks shot up into the sky.  “Sweet! Show’s starting!”

He leaned back on his elbows and smiled gleefully.  He could hear James clapping his hands excitedly behind him and was glad that the little guy was enjoying the show.

It was about to get better.

Two minutes into the fireworks display, something fell with a wet splat in the sand near Nick.  He didn’t glance at it, just continued to smile up at the sky. 

The sound repeated itself again, then again and again. 

“Ew.” Brian wrinkled his nose.  “What is that?”

Nick smirked to himself.

He heard Leighanne’s horrified gasp.  “No! Baylee, don’t eat your ice cream.”

“But why? I want to eat it,” Baylee whined.  “Look, there’s even some melted fudge on it.”

Howie leaned over Nick’s shoulder to look at Baylee’s ice cream before he made a gagging sound.  “Oh, kiddo. That’s not fudge!”

Nick could hear horrified screams slowly spreading across the crowds of people gathered to watch the Fourth of July fireworks.  Something large splatted into the sand in front of their group, and Nick heard AJ’s audible gulp as he pulled off his sunglasses to look at the object.

“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.” Even in the dark, it was easy to see AJ’s skin had turned green.

“Holy God,” Brian whispered.  “Is that…a hand?”

What looked suspiciously like a nose bounced off of James’ head.  Leigh started screaming.

The next morning, Howie spread the Chicago Tribune across the table that all of them were seated at in a diner a few hours outside of Chicago.  No one looked as though they had slept.

“Police say that it will take days to recover all of the various body parts.  The victim, or victims—as officials are unclear on how many sets of remains have been collected thus far—will be identified based on DNA samples rather than dental records as it appears that the victim’s jaws were separated into multiple pieces, making it difficult to use the teeth for identification purposes.” Rochelle grimaced as she stopped reading aloud and looked at the rest of them.  “Who would do something like this? What is wrong with people in the world?”

AJ rubbed her arm soothingly.  “There are some sick fu-” He caught Leighanne’s pointed glare and remembered the kids were with them.  “There are some sick people in the world, man.  Who would even think of attaching body parts to fireworks? That’s just-”

“Demonic,” Brian cut in, and everyone nodded in general consensus.

Well, almost everyone.

Nick lifted his mug of green tea to hide the smug smirk on his face as he listened with glee while they talked about his latest masterpiece.

Thirteen down, so many, many more to go.

The Perfect Fan

He didn’t know whether it was from being in a foreign country, or maybe it was the whole Jack the Ripper thing, but Nick’s thirst for killing fans would not be quenched.

Little did he know that the perfect opportunity would arise within twenty four hours of killing Steph, the fan who’d seemed to love torturing her characters in the Peruvian jungle.

“Thanks for a wonderful lunch” he thanked the friends who’d invited them all for a traditional Sunday roast, “but I have a little bit of business to take care of, so I’m gonna have to love you and leave you all”

“You want some company?” Howie asked out of politeness.

“Thanks, but I’ll see you all later”

“He’s going to a sex show!” AJ laughed, pulled out his phone and tweeted Carter’s watching porn! He then took a photo of himself and sent the tweet.

Nick neither confirmed nor denied it; he just gave a quick shrug of his shoulders and gave them all a lopsided smile in response. “I’ll see you back at the house later”.

“Have fun! And don’t forget we’re gonna hit the gym later…that is unless you get lucky” AJ called out as Nick walked through the door.

If only they knew how lucky he’d already been since arriving in London.

He made his way across the vast city, blending in with the crowd as he travelled on the underground. That’s what he liked about this place; he was just another faceless person in the crowd. No one seemed to recognise him, or they just didn’t care here, and that suited him perfectly.

“Where shall I go?” he murmured to himself. It was a bright sunny day (for a change) and he knew he wouldn’t be able to indulge his dark side just yet.

One of the posters he’d spotted whilst on the tube was for the Science Museum. He looked at his watch and realised he had a couple of hours until it closed for the day. It was just the place to kill a little time, and he was keen to see some of the exhibitions too.

A couple of train journey’s later and he stepped off the tube at South Kensington Station. He walked along Exhibition Road, passed the Natural History Museum - although he wasn’t planning on paying that place a visit – and was soon outside the Science Museum. He was pleasantly surprised to find that it was free admission to the museum; not that paying was an issue for him though. He did however pay £5 for the guide book, which he stuffed into his back pocket, and then began his tour.

He wandered around the exhibitions, stopping when something in particular caught his attention, before moving on to the next display.

“Cool” he spoke out loud when he came across the space and time section.

“It is isn’t it” said an American voice from behind him “they have a whole section over there on the possibilities of space and time travel”

He spun around to face the woman who’d spoke to him and immediately sensed her recognition. Another fan. But this time a fan who was also a geek like himself. Maybe he’d leave her be. Maybe.

“Oh my god, are you Nick Carter?” she asked.

“You caught me!” he grinned and held up his hands in surrender. “You know who I am, so it’s only fair you tell me your name”

“Lorena…but my friends call me Lore” she smiled “I’m here in the UK visiting my friend Steph, but she never came back last night”

“Oh, is that so?” Nick’s interest rose and he wanted to know more.

“She said she was going on some walking tour, but I didn’t feel too great so stayed at the hotel” Lore told him.

Could Nick really be lucky enough to have stumbled across Steph’s friend? What were the chances of that happening in the same weekend!

“She probably hooked up with some guy, I’m sure you’ll see her soon enough”

“Probably” Lore grinned “I know she was looking for some guy called Jason, maybe she found him”

“Maybe” Nick agreed, wanting to change the subject. Steph’s time was over, now Lore was going to be treated to his undivided attention. “So Lore, tell me about yourself…”

The pair of them chatted as they walked around the museum. He soon put two and two together when she mentioned her love of the colour purple and her love of writing sci-fi. She even told him about a book she was hoping to get published. She was PurpuraLipstick, one of those writers off the site, and she would write no more.

Nick looked at his watch again and noticed that it was almost closing time, but he didn’t want to let her go. “Y’know, I hear there’s a secret exhibition which is well worth a look if you fancy it?”

“Really?” she exclaimed excitedly.

“And I happen to have been given tickets” Nick nodded. “You up for it?”

“Well…I am kind of hungry…”

“We can stop off for a burger on the way. Come on, it’ll be fun to share this experience with someone who is obviously as passionate about this stuff as me” he used his charm in the hopes of persuading her.

“Let me just go and get my good camera and I’ll meet you in an hour. We can get that burger then if you want”

“Sounds good to me” he agreed and they arranged a time and place to meet, which actually suited Nick as he could quickly dash back to the house and grab a few things.

True to his word, they stopped off for some fast food after meeting up, but Nick added a secret ingredient to Lore’s diet coke. He guided them over to a more secluded bench, sheltered by large trees.

“Ugh, that coke tastes gross!” she coughed and wiped her mouth on her napkin.

Nick tried to hide the disappointment from his face. Obviously drinking formaldehyde in a small quantity wasn’t going to do much. Luckily he had other supplies in his bag. It was shocking the amount of shit you could get online these days.

“Have some of mine” he offered and she took it.

“So how far is this place?” Lore asked curiously.

“Not far” he replied vaguely. But Lore – he was beginning to realise – was full of questions.

They finished eating at last, and were soon on their way again. Nick knew the kind of place he wanted to take her; he just had to find it.

“It’s a bit out of the way isn’t it?” she asked when they’d strayed far from the crowds. They were in an area which was a bit run down and abandoned. Well off the beaten track.

“I did tell you it was exclusive. You know how eccentric some of these English are” he chuckled at his own quick thinking.

“I guess” she agreed.

By now there wasn’t a single person in sight and Nick spotted a place which looked the part.

“Here we are!” he said excitedly, knowing that very soon he’d get what he wanted. But took his bag off his back and opened it up whilst Lore looked through the windows. Keep looking that way.

“It looks a bit empty, are you…”

But before she could say another word, Nick smothered her face with a chloroformed cloth and held her tight until the struggling stopped.

“About fucking time” he mumbled. Her never ending chatter had driven him mad. Couldn’t she have just been awestruck or something? No, he had to pick a wordy one!

He dragged her into the abandoned warehouse type building and set her down on a dirty old table. Next, he opened his bag of goodies and removed various items, which included a portable defibrillator, scalpel, needle and thread...and various bagged body parts.

She liked sci-fi. He liked sci-fi mixed with a touch of horror. The movie Frankenstein came to mind.

“She loves this stuff, so let's see how she likes re-animation!”

He began to wish he had Steph there too; he would've liked to have sliced them down the middle, joined them together and seen them really share a brain, like they joked about in their posts on that forum.

Oh well, he did have her heart.

Lore was still unconscious when he began slicing her open and removing her organs, which was good because he needed her to be nice and still for this. She was almost dead soon enough though, and he removed her still beating heart and replaced it with the cold dead one of her collaboration partner. He then chopped and sliced at other parts of her and replaced them with the formaldehyde preserved bits of various other victims.

“Just call me a fucking genius” he said to himself as he stood back and admired his handiwork.

Lore was stitched up like a patchwork quilt and ready for the next part of his plan for her. He was going all out this time.

He switched on the portable defibrillator and followed the instructions, sticking the pads onto her chest and pushing the button. Her body jolted as the current went through it, but nothing happened.

“Well I ain’t no Victor Frankenstein after all, but at least I gave it a go” he laughed and took a few photos with Lore’s camera. He took the memory card out and tossed the Nikon across the room, then turned his back on his latest kill and walked away, having first made sure he’d wiped every trace of himself from the crime scene.

Twenty one down and many more to go, he grinned evilly as he started back towards the house he was sharing with his band mates.

It was a beautiful sunny day, not too hot, nor too cool, just perfect for an occasion like this where hundreds of people had gathered to witness one of the many highlights of our musical career.

I know I should’ve been giving the ceremony my full attention, seeing as getting our very own star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame was a huge deal for us, and probably one of the ultimate rewards for twenty years in the business; but when I saw that banner held high in the crowd, well it kinda got my attention.

‘Kev My Love’ was all it said, in big bold betters on a fluorescent pink piece of card.

Surely it couldn’t be her. It couldn’t really be Erika AKA ‘kevmylove’, the writer who’d killed me off with Viagra, could it? No. It was just me reading too much into things. Would she really come and see us get our star? I hadn’t seen her around on that fanfic site in a while, maybe she’d stopped writing. Maybe not. I hadn’t really had the chance to go on there much myself over the last couple of weeks. But she had written a hell of a lot of stuff in which I was portrayed as an asshole, and she’d killed me off in her Little Blue Pills story. My fucking dick had exploded for fucks sake! She was on the hit list and sooner or later she was gonna get it. She’d killed me off and therefore the tables were going to be turned.

Damn! It would be the icing on the cake if it was her. The ultimate end to an epic day. But how was I going to find out if it was her for sure? I could hardly stroll over and say “hey, are you Erika?”

I’d have to be subtle. But how?

I put her out of my mind whilst we took part in the ceremony and had photos with families, it was all very emotional. Since when did I become such a fucking girl? I swear I was hanging out with AJ too much.

But then I came up with a plan.

“Hey guys, how about we ask some of the fans to come and get their photos with us?” I asked. We’d finished up, but the media were still hanging around, so it was a good opportunity.

Brian didn’t look too keen, and his wife even less keen after she’d seen all the pretty girls in the crowd giving her husband the eye, but my little buddy Howie, always the people pleaser, agreed that it would be nice to invite a few from the crowd. After all, if it wasn’t for the fans, we wouldn’t be where we are today.

“How about we each pick one? Like we do at the concerts?” I shrugged, hiding just how excited I was at the possibility of coming face to face with the writer who’d thought it fun to kill me in the most excruciating way. I wanted to cross my legs just thinking about that!

“Great idea” said Jen, our management, as she nodded her head.

We announced what we were doing and the crowd got excited all over again.

“Would you like to come up and get your photo done with us?” Brian asked a little girl, who was obviously there with her mother and not really bothered who we were. I would’ve picked her mom, she was hot.

“Sure she will, won’t you sweetie!” the mother practically burst with joy. I just shook my head; he always went for ‘Leighanne Approved’ ones.

“Who else wants to come up here?” AJ shouted, to which the fans went wild. “OK then, I’ll pick…you” he gestured to a blonde with huge boobs.

Howie chose a brunette who was wearing next to nothing, whilst Kevin picked a girl who told him she’d travelled all the way from Japan! Crazy stuff!

That just left me.

“How about you over there with the banner? I may not be Kev, but I’ll do, right?” I gave her my trademark lopsided smile.

I could see her face light up as she made her way towards us. I was battling to keep my face neutral.

“Ohmigod” she said excitedly once she’d reached us and I’d given her the obligatory hug.

“What’s your name?” I asked, hoping I wasn’t grinning too manically. I was so close to finding out whether it was her or not. Something inside told me I was right to be this excited.

“Erika” she replied a little nervously.

I had to stop myself from performing a happy dance. How lucky could a guy be? Twenty year anniversary with the boys, a star on the Walk of Fame and now, to top it all off, another kill. But the details of how I was going to do that were still forming in my head.

“Well I’m very pleased to meet you Erika. Where are you from?” I asked. I had to be sure.

“I kinda live local” she replied with a shrug.

We had photos and management took the fans email addresses so they could send them the photos directly. Of course I was eavesdropping when Erika gave her details. You could learn a lot about a person if you had the right information, and I was going to be finding out as much about Erika as I could. She was going to get the five star treatment she deserved.

~*~

A few days after getting our star, I had all the information I needed. I also had a plan.

I happened to know that Erika had planned a night out. I knew where and when, thanks to Facebook and Twitter. Damn, it was going to be almost too easy.

“Don’t wait up” I kissed Lauren, “it’s probably gonna be a late one, you know how it is when we all get together”

“Have fun” she kissed me back. God, I loved her.

I got into the car and set off for the club which I knew she was going to be at. It wasn’t a place I’d ever been to before, but I found it easy enough.

It was packed. Bodies swaying to the beat of the music, women dressed in very little, grinding against men who obviously only wanted one thing. I would’ve been one of those guys in the past.

I looked around, hoping and praying that she hadn’t cancelled at the last minute, or already left with some guy. That wasn’t part of my plan. The only guy she was leaving here with was going to be me.

And then I spotted her. She was standing at the bar waiting to be served, her money in her hand, waving it to try and get the barman’s attention. I darted through the crowd until I was by her side.

“Hey…haven’t we met before?” I asked, playing it cool, like I didn’t know exactly who she was.

“Nick! What are you doing here?” she asked, all giddy, probably from the drink as well as seeing me. “I’m the girl you picked to get a picture with at the star ceremony”

“That’s where I know you from” I grinned. “I was meant to be meeting a friend, but I might be in the wrong place. I was sure Kevin told me here though…”

“KEVIN! You’re meeting Kevin?” she looked around, hoping for a glimpse of the Backstreet Boy she idolised.

“Yeah…hang on…” I pulled my phone out of my pocket and pretended to read a text. “He’s here, let’s get a drink and I’ll take you to say hello…if you want to?”

“Fuck yeah…I mean yes please” she replied.

“What’re you having to drink?” I asked and then ordered our drinks. Before handing the drink to her though, I slipped a little extra ingredient into it.

“Thanks” she replied when I handed the drink over. She took a long gulp of it and then I told her to follow me.

“Where is he?” she began to slur as she looked around hopefully.

“He’s just out here, come on” I took her hand and led her outside.

By now she was swaying really badly, and her eyes were having trouble staying focused on anything. Perfect.

“Where” she slurred as she flung herself around, completely unco-ordinated.

“Right over here” I opened the trunk of my car and with a quick shove, she was in. God, I loved my car, it was so big and roomy. Perfect for things like this.

She feebly called out, but then went silent. The tranquiliser I’d slipped into her drink had finally knocked the bitch out.

Now the fun could really begin.

I’d paid tribute to a number of serial killers during my own killing spree, and tonight would be no exception. Tonight I was stepping into my favourite TV serial killer Dexter’s shoes.

The location had been picked and prepared in advance, now all I had to do was get there and get on with it.

An hour later, she began to flutter her eyes open, but flutter her eyes was all she could do. In true Dexter style, she was shrink-wrapped to a table, unable to move. I zipped my all-in-one up so I wouldn’t splash any blood and body parts onto my clothes, and walked over to her.

“W…wh…what…are you…doing?” she stuttered, still groggy from the tranquiliser.

“Ever watch Dexter?” I asked and her eyes went wide with fear. “Yup, I’m taking that as a yes then. Well Erika, you are about to get what you deserve…what all you bitches who think up new ways to kill me deserve”

“Please…please just let me go. I didn’t mean it. It was just a bit of…”

But she didn’t get the chance to carry on begging.

I slit her throat. Blood splatters flew off the knife and up the plastic sheets I’d put up in the room. She made a choked kind of gurgling noise, blood pooled onto the floor and then she was silent.

A song popped into my head from out of nowhere and I began to sing.

“Hi ho, hi ho, it’s off to work I go…”

I hummed and sang as I chopped her up into little pieces with a meat cleaver, and then dumped the individual parts into extra strong black bags. It would be easier to carry her out like that, and would look like I was just taking out the trash. Not that anyone would see me. I’d been careful in selecting the murder location.

Once she was all bagged up, I took the plastic sheeting down, took off the all-in-one and bagged them up too, along with my tools. Then it was on to the next part of the plan.

Unlike Dexter, I didn’t have a boat on standby, which was a shame as I did like the open ocean. But what I did have was the knowledge of a new apartment complex which was in the early stages of being built. So early that not even a single brick had been laid, just the foundations.

I drove into the site, which was deserted, and switched on the cement mixer. Doing renovations on my own home had taught me how to work this shit. After a few minutes, the mixture was ready to pour into the foundations, and so I got the black bags full of Erika out of the trunk and dumped her all over the place so that if she was dug up, they wouldn’t find all of her in the same position. I arranged her how I wanted her and then went back to the mixer and manoeuvred it to pour.

The sloppy cement came shooting out and quickly covered the bags. I made sure not a trace of black bag could be seen before switching it off and putting everything back to how it should’ve been. Then I stood back and admired my work. If being a singer hadn’t paid off, maybe a career in the building trade would’ve been right up my street. I did like the feeling of accomplishment after a hard day’s slog.

When I eventually got home, Lauren was fast asleep. I took a shower and climbed into bed beside her, it was good to be home.

z88;

Just Want You To Know

I was still on an incredible high after the events of the last couple of weeks.  Backstreet was back, alright!

I switched on the computer and checked my emails and had a quick look on Twitter.  I was in the mood for beating some fans’ asses on Team Fortress, it was always fun.

Nick Carter @nickcarter

Team Fortress 2 in half an hour, I’m gonna kick some ass!

Immediately I was swamped with tweets, as always, but one tweet caught my attention and gave me goosebumps, and not in a good way.

Ritz @AlexsGirlRitz

I SAW YOU AT THE CLUB

Usually shit like that wouldn’t even catch my eye.  You’d be shocked at the amount of weird messages I get, from fans telling me how much they love the music, to offers of sex, to threats against my beloved Lauren.  The harmless ones I ignore, but the ones bordering on nastiness, well they get reported and blocked.

But this one got me curious.  Was she messing with me?  Which club?  I had to find out, so I did something I rarely do and sent her a DM.

Nick Carter @nickcarter

And which club would that be Ritz?

I sat back in my swivel chair and waited for her to reply.  I hoped she was still online as I wouldn’t be able to relax until I knew.  I’d never once come close to being caught, and it wasn’t going to change now just because someone had seen me in a club with someone.

A few minutes later I got a DM from her.

Ritz @AlexsGirlRitz

OMG Nick Carter DM’ing me! Is it really you?

Nick Carter @nickcarter

Yes it’s me and you didn’t answer my question J

Ritz @AlexsGirlRitz

The one where you were talking to Erika. I’ve not seen her since then. She’s missing.

Nick Carter @nickcarter

Sorry to hear about your friend, I don’t remember her, I go to a lot of clubs. Hope she turns up.

I smirked at the last line I’d written.  The only way she was going to turn up is if those foundations were dug up, and there wasn’t much chance of that now that building work was under way on the apartment block.  No, Erika was dead and gone, never to be seen again.

Ritz @AlexsGirlRitz

You must’ve been the last person to see her, no one can reach her and her phone is dead

“More than her phone is dead” I thought to myself and laughed.  But this Ritz girl was starting to become a problem.  What if she wouldn’t let this drop?  What if she went to the police about it? 

Nick Carter @nickcarter

Has she been reported missing yet? What do the police say?

I bit my non-existent nails as I waited for her to reply.

Ritz @AlexsGirlRitz

No, not yet as she’s gone missing for a couple of days in the past, but never switched her phone off

“Good” I said to myself.  Time to work out a plan.

As luck would have it, Ritz used the location display when she tweeted, so I knew quite accurately where she lived.  I’d probably just have to hide out until I saw her as I didn’t know the exact address.

Nick Carter @nickcarter

Well gotta go, but I hope you find her soon

I played an hour of Team Fortress with the fans as I didn’t want to let them down.  At least now she would see the fans tweeting about how they were playing with me, and she wouldn’t suspect a thing when I turned up out of the blue.

Luckily Lauren was out with friends, so no need to come up with a reason why I was going out at short notice when I’d already told her I was staying home.  Not that it mattered, we weren’t possessive of each other, but I couldn’t think up a suitable lie.  I was itching to go.  How convenient that she was living only half an hour away.

I’d kept a little souvenir from Erika, her SIM card.  Don’t ask me why, but I just did.  Just like I kept that English bitch’s heart until I found another use for it. 

When I got to Ritz’s street, I stopped the car and put Erika’s SIM into my phone.  I quickly scrolled through her contacts until I found Ritz, and then composed a quick text message.

Hey Ritz, fancy a coffee? I’m in your neighbourhood so thought I’d pop by to say hi, I have lots of gossip to spill!

I stifled a laugh.  Girls loved to gossip and Ritz was probably on her way out the door to hear all about it.

Bingo!  Before I’d even received a text back, she was walking down the path, I recognised her from all her Twitpics.

Meet you in Starbucks in 5 mins

I typed a quick response and then took the SIM card out, snapped it and threw it into the gutter.

The Starbucks was easy walking distance, so Ritz didn’t need her car, and she was in such a rush to meet her friend that she didn’t notice my car creeping up on her.  I leapt out, grabbed her from behind with one arm and with the other, I smothered her face with a chloroformed rag (actually, it was a pair of my boxers; it was all I could think to grab in a rush).  She struggled for a couple of seconds and then was putty in my hands.

I bundled her into the trunk, where her friend had been only a couple of days before, and sped off.

As this kill was a real spur of the moment job, I had to think fast.  She’d said she wanted to know what happened to her friend hadn’t she?  How about if I showed her?  I know I liked to keep my ideas fresh, and didn’t like to kill anyone the same way, but this could be an exception.  Obviously I’d have to dispose of the body some other way though.

We stopped at an old derelict warehouse, which if I was right, still had some machinery inside.  I jumped out of the car, grabbed my bag of tools and went inside to have a look.  It was perfect. 

Ritz woke up a little confused, but sitting in the passenger seat of my car (I’d moved her whilst she was still unconscious).

“What?...Oh my god, Nick Carter!  How did I get here?” she asked, a huge smile on her face.  Never mind the fact that someone had chloroformed and kidnapped her, all she cared about was that she was with a Backstreet Boy.  Why did they all think we were so perfect?

“Hello Ritz” I gave her an evil smile, “you wanted to know what happened to Erika?”

“She messaged me, we’re supposed to be meeting for coffee” she replied, “everything’s alright, she wasn’t missing after all”

“I messaged you” I told her.

“But…it was her number”

I wasn’t about to explain myself to her, this was my time now.

“You want to know where Erika is, then you have to go through what she did” I handed her a cup of coffee from a flask.  “Drink”

“And then we’ll go see Erika?”

“Drink” I repeated.

She took the cup and drank the small amount of coffee I’d poured in there, laced with a huge dose of tranquiliser.

It hardly took any time at all before she was becoming sleepy.

“You…drugged…me…”

“All part of the experience” I smiled.

Once she was asleep I carried her into the building, stripped her clothes off and shrink wrapped her to a rusty metal table.  I covered myself up once again and set my tools out ready, although there were a few in the building which looked quite interesting, especially the mincer.  And as luck would have it, the building had power!

I sat down on a rickety old stool and waited for her to wake up.  I wanted her to know exactly what was happening.

“This is what happened to Erika” I grinned and sliced across her neck, not enough to kill her, just to make her bleed.

“Please, let me go, I won’t go to the police, you can give me some money and I’ll go away forever”

“Too right you’ll go away forever” I laughed and picked up the meat cleaver and chopped off her arm.

She screamed, but couldn’t move.  I chopped off the other arm, then a leg.

“Erika didn’t get to see this part as she was already dead.  You’re a lucky girl; you’re getting to find out exactly what she went through”

The blood was pooling on the ground and I knew she didn’t have much life left in her, so I chopped off the other leg and then slit her throat.  She died moments later and I finished chopping her up into manageable pieces.  I switched on the mincing machine, put a tray underneath to catch it all and then began feeding her body parts into the machine.  I was fascinated as I watched the machine at work.  It minced the lot, even the head!

Once it was finished, I poured gasoline all over the place, washed myself down with rainwater which had collected in a bucket outside, and then walked away from the building.  When I was a safe enough distance away, I lit a cigarette (AJ had left a half empty pack in my car) and threw it towards the building.  It went up in flames in no time, destroying all the evidence that anyone had been there.

I could’ve just torched her in the first place, but where was the fun in that?

Twenty eight down and hopefully there will be many more to go!