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Posted at 5:59 am on Jun 4, 2014 by: Red Spyder
I told you not to go out tonight didn't I? Every time you go out this kind of thing happens.



The Asian's name turned out to be Mei and the dirty blonde's name turned out to be Sheila. After talking to them a little bit at the nightclub, it turned out that they were best friends and very into the idea of heading off to a motel with Red, where he and they could get to know each other a little better. He had no doubt that the noise he was causing the two of them to make was bothering people in nearby room of the motel, but he didn't care. Sex. It definitely ranked up there with killing and drinking for things he missed while trapped in the Gate of Wickedness.


That had been hours ago though and now, he was laying in the bed with Sheila, her head resting on his chest, a lit cigarette in his mouth. Mei was currently in the bathroom, relaxing in the tub. Those two had been willing to do anything with him and with each other. What a way to finish the night. And yet, while they certainly seemed to feel as though they'd all connected with each other, which they definitely had physically, they still had no clue as to what his ultimate intentions were with them. Sheila might have noticed if she didn't have her eyes closed as she lay on his chest. She might have noticed the occasional glow in his eyes or the grin across his face as he smoked his cigarette.


Instead of noticing those things, she said, "I still can't believe you fucked me there. I'm afraid I'll be sore tomorrow, but it was so worth it!"


Letting out a small laugh, Red replied with, "How do you think Mei's going to feel? I didn't put my fingers in at the same time with you."


Laughing herself, Sheila then said, "Oh Mei can handle that kind of treatment. You should see some of her toys!"


Red let out another small laugh, but not for the reasons Sheila thought. Maybe Mei could handle the kind of treatment he'd given her while pounding her and Sheila, but like Sheila, Mei remained ignorant to Red's true intentions. To the treatment he planned to give to both of them shortly. To the way he planned to end their time together. Mei and Sheila would forget about any soreness they might have the next day after they realized that he didn't plan to give them his number for another night together or even allow them to leave that room alive.


Finished with his cigarette, Red put what was left of it in the ashtray on the nightstand next to the bed. Enough of the after-sex formalities. It was time for to finish up with those two and move on. It had turned out to be quite a long evening for him. A nice return to his old habits. He didn't want to tarnish the evening by delaying what he truly wanted from them. By delaying the addition of them as two more of his victims. There was simply no sense in delaying it any further. He needed to kill and they needed to die. It was that simple.


Climbing out of the bed, Red pulled his pants back on. Sheila didn't notice this as she crawled up to lay on the pillow after he moved. If she had bothered to look, she would have at least realized that he had no intention in sticking around. Why else would he bother putting his pants back on? He could have been standing over her with a Bowie knife at that very moment and she would have had no clue. It was a lot like the guy back in the restroom at the nightclub. Unaware until she didn't even have time to try and get away.


Opening the bathroom door, Red stepped inside, closing the door again behind him. There was Mei, her head leaning back in the tub full of water. At first he wondered if she was asleep. That wouldn't have surprised him, especially after the things they'd done, but she opened her eyes and looked up at him as he stepped inside. He could see her body clearly through the water. Her smooth skin, her round, fake tits. He felt more of an attraction towards Sheila, but he couldn't deny that he'd enjoyed the things he'd done with Mei too. It certainly wasn't the first time those two had done something like that.


"Wanting to join me?" Mei asked, smiling up at him. "I can think of some things we could do in this tub too."


Red stepped closer, able to think of some things too, though only one of which he actually intended to do. He watched as she stretched her arms upward, giving him more of a view of her body, of her tits, and that's when he made his move. Stepping next to the tub, he wrapped both hands around her throat before forcing her head under the water. She thrashed around hard, eyes open wide, trying to scratch him with her fingernails or kick him, but not succeeding in doing either, instead only splashing water onto his pants and the floor of the bathroom. He continued the hold her down in the water until the last of the bubbles left her mouth and her body became completely lifeless, eyes still wide and staring up at him. And even after that, he continued to hold her down in the water, just in case she was trying to deceive him. Just in case she somehow thought she could fake drowning just so he would release her and let her out of the water.


Letting go of her finally and standing back up, he shook the water off of his hands before calmly turning around and opening the bathroom door again. Sheila was still laying in the bed with her eyes still closed, clearly unaware of what had just occurred in the bathroom. It would be so easy to just kill her right there. He could wrap both hands around her throat to choke her a bit before snapping her neck or maybe just place a pillow over her face. Like Mei, she'd have no chance to fight back. He wouldn't do that though. He had something else in mind for Sheila.


"Oh Sheila!" he called out. She slowly opened her eyes, looking at Red, and he continued with, "Mei wants you to join her."


Sheila climbed out of the bed, smiling and saying, "I bet she does! You do too, huh?"


She stopped in the doorway, not yet noticing Mei's body, and gave Red a kiss. He kissed back, but it did nothing to change his mind on killing her. He looked at her as she stepped back, still facing him, still smiling. Completely unaware of her dead friend just a few feet away. Completely unaware that she would momentarily be joining her friend, just not in the way she expected. Not in a way she could ever even imagine. But in just a moment, she would know exactly in what way it would be. For those thirty seconds or so that she would struggle for, she would know.


When Sheila finally turned around and stepped towards the tub, she at first didn't seem to understand what was going on, why Mei's body was unmoving in the water, but then he heard her gasp and saw her move a hand up to her mouth. Behind her, he slowly and silently stepped closer. Before she could turn around and say anything to him about Mei's body, he grabbed the clothesline that was attached to the wall above one side of the tub, pulling some of the string out before wrapping it firmly around her neck several times. Her hands reached up immediately, her nails scratching at his hands and arms, even managing to tear some of the skin, but he pulled the string even tighter.


She then tried to kick him, but her feet slipped in the puddle of water on the floor, causing her to loose her footing and inadvertently tightening the string even tighter around her neck. Her body sagged some, her feet kicking and slipping on the floor as she tried to stand back up, but then she suddenly stopped kicking, out of oxygen, though he held her there for a bit longer, like he'd held Mei under the water a bit longer after she'd stopped struggling, just in case. When he did finally release her and drop her to the floor, her body landed on the tile with a hard thud, the clothesline remaining wrapped around her neck.

He looked at her body, then at Mei's in the tub, before looking at Sheila's again. That had been fun, for a lot reasons. He was still as effective of a killer as ever, not that he'd ever had any doubts about that. It was definitely good to be back. Back from the dead. Back to cause death. Back to establish a new reign of terror and show just why he was once so feared. No one would be able to stop him. No one had been able to stop him before, not the police, Gojinn, or anyone else, at least not before Alexander Arcane came along with the fucking crimsonlight gun of his. And no one would be able to stop him now, including Alexander Arcane.


Red quickly gathered up his belongings and put the rest of his clothes back on. Just as he was about to leave though, there was a knock. Was it the police? Had they been called? Had one of the women managed to let out a scream that he hadn't even noticed? It was possible. He'd hoped to avoid the police that evening, but it didn't really matter. As they knocked again, he threw open the door, expecting a cop with their gun drawn, but instead, it was the manager of the motel, who'd checked them in earlier that night.


"That's it, I'm kicking you out!" the manager shouted. "First I've had to listen all that moaning and now it sounds like you're tearing up who knows what in there! I've had enough!"


In response, Red grabbed the manager and pulled him into the room, throwing him to the ground before kicking the door shut and spinning around to deal with the manager. As the manager climbed back to his feet, Red grabbed the cheap tube TV from the dresser, yanking it free of its wires. The manage realized what Red intended to do, backing away and pleading, but Red simply stepped forward and slammed it down screen first on the manager's head, his head breaking through the screen and disappearing inside of the black plastic casing of the TV. He collapsed back to the floor, pieces of broken screen around him, Red watching his legs and arms spasm.


Then, Red simply left. Simply disappeared back onto the streets of the city. The next day, the motel's maid would discover the three bodies, let out a scream, and call the police. The police would be baffled and for the time being, would make no connection between those three bodies and the guy in the nightclub's bathroom stall and the prostitute in the back alley. And by the time they did make any connections, by the time they began to wonder if an old serial killer had made a return or if a new one who was just as vicious had decided to start down their own path of murders, Red would be long gone from that city.






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