Posted at 5:43 am on May 7, 2007 by:
Red Spyder
What would any e-fed be without at least one serial killer?
The Chainsaw Killer, Red Spyder, was moving down a sidewalk, a lit cigarette in his mouth, searching for a victim for the evening. He didn’t have any of his big weapons with him, just his Bowie knife and a few other small blades. None of the people he’d seen walking around so far appealed to his appetite of cutting humans up though. But as late as it was, what could he really expect?
Sighing, he dropped his cigarette to the pavement and crossed the street to a flight of stairs that led to a subway station. Maybe he’d find someone down there.
He went down the steps and paid for a single ride metrocard before going through a turnstile and down another set of stairs to the platform. There were only two other people on the platform waiting for the train; a couple. They didn’t notice Red. He stayed out of their sight, behind them, on a part of the platform that was darker than the rest because of a burned out light bulb.
After a few minutes passed, the train pulled into the station, coming to a stop, and the doors on the cars slid open. The couple entered one of the cars and Red followed them, the doors closing behind him. Seeing that they had taken seats at one end of the car, Red decided to take a seat by the doors. Not sensing anyone else aboard the entire subway train, he decided that he would kill the couple. He was tired of looking for someone for the night anyway.
He stood back up and slowly approached the couple. They looked up at him, having no idea what he was about to do to them.
Suddenly, he grabbed the woman’s head by her hair and slammed it into one of his knees, busting open her nose and knocking her out. He was going to get the woman’s boyfriend or husband, whichever one he was to her, out of the way first and then deal with her.
The man jumped up and swung a fist at Red, but he easily blocked it and drove his fist into the man’s gut, sending him to his hands and knees on the dirty floor. He started coughing, some blood coming up from the powerful blow. Red then kicked the man in the side to get him on his back before placing his boot across the man’s neck to hold him down.
Reaching into one of the pockets on his trench coat, he took out several razor blades. Forcing open the man’s mouth with one hand, Red used his other hand to drop the razor blades into the man’s mouth, slicing open his tongue, gums, the roof of his mouth, and the inside of his cheeks. Red closed the man’s mouth, blood now dripping out of it, and punched him hard in the face one time, making him swallow the razor blades.
They tore up the inside of the man’s throat, causing him to shake with pain, unable to scream since Red was holding his mouth shut, and tears were running down his face.
Blood was beginning to run out of the man’s nose as the razor blades bore deeper and deeper into his throat.
When the man’s body began shaking even harder, Red didn’t realize it was a spasm at first. He then stopped all movement, dead.
The razor blades had managed to slit his throat from the inside.
Red let go of the man’s mouth and it fell open partially, some blood pouring out of it onto the subway car floor.
Turning his attention back to the woman, Red saw that she was beginning to stir.
She opened her eyes and, immediately seeing the dead man, started screaming. He quickly pulled her up and threw her into a wall of the car, the back of her head cracking against a window, silencing her and nearly knocking her out again.
She began to fall to the floor, but he caught her and laid her out on it instead, near the man’s body.
He would have to work quickly. The train would be arriving at the next station soon.
Taking out his Bowie knife, Red plunged the cold steel into her abdomen, easily ripping through her clothes and flesh and puncturing her spleen and right kidney. He then pulled the knife in a diagonally upwards direction on her body, shredding up her lower intestine and cutting her stomach right in half. Blood oozed out of the large wound and out around the knife, staining her clothes, and out of her mouth as well.
She was still alive though and the train was pulling into the station. Several people were waiting on the platform too.
He removed the knife and with one swipe, slit open her throat as well, from the outside this time of course. Blood sprayed into the air, coming down onto the floor, seats, the two bodies, and Red.
He put away the Bowie knife as the subway train’s doors opened and people entered the cars. He exited though.
The people discovered the fresh corpses, but when they went back out onto the platform to see where the person who had obviously killed them was going and maybe get a better look at him as well so they could tell the police, who one of them was already calling on a cell phone, Red was gone, having teleported away…
