Posted at 1:52 am on Jun 9, 2007 by:
Red Spyder
I’m bored. And do you know what happens when I get bored? People die!
It was one of those housing developments that had a gated and guarded entrance to the neighborhood. Upper middle class citizens lived there. All of the homes were big, two story ones. They also had access to a private beach. Of course, no one was at the beach right now since it was so late at night. Everyone was inside, under the illusion that they were safe because of a few poorly trained security guards and a gate.
The full moon was easily visible in the nearly cloudless sky. Even though the sun was down, it was still hot outside. The only sounds that Red could hear were the chirping of the crickets and the breaking of the waves. He was standing across the street from the front gate, puffing on a cigarette and watching the guard posted at the gate.
The guard couldn’t see Red. He had no idea that anyone was there. But the large window on the side of the guard shack made him spottable even far away.
Flicking what was left of the cigarette to the sidewalk, Red approached the gate. He stopped in front of it and the guard, now noticing Red, came out of the guard shack.
“Do you live here?”
Red simply nodded.
“I need to see your pass then before I can let you in.”
The guard didn’t recall seeing Red here ever before, but he supposed that he couldn’t remember everyone’s face. He thought that Red might even be a new resident.
Red reached into his trench coat, but what he took out was no pass. It was his Bowie knife. The guard looked down at it and Red shot his arm upwards, stabbing the guard under his chin, the blade ripping its way into his mouth, impaling his tongue before continuing through the roof of his mouth and finally stopping. Blood ran down the knife and out of his mouth, some getting on Red’s right hand, which was the one holding the weapon. His body convulsed a little, a gurgling sound coming from his throat, and Red had him raised into the air, his feet dangling several inches above the ground. Red lowered the guard’s body, removing the knife from him, and let his body fall over.
Putting the knife away for the time being, he dragged the guard’s body back into the guard shack by his legs, leaving him on the floor, and pressed a button on a control panel to open the gate. He walked back outside and went through the now opened gate. Turning a corner onto a road, he continued moving, needing to decide on which family he wanted to slaughter tonight. He didn’t encounter any other security guards, but he knew that they were around, somewhere.
After only a couple minutes, he made his choice. He didn’t make his decision for any particular reason either, other than that he liked the look of the house. It was one of the homes that literally had the beach right at its backdoor.
Looking to make sure that no security guards were coming down the street towards him to find out what he was up to or try to throw him out of the area, although he’d just kill them too if they did, he casually crossed the lawn, the grass short, recently cut, to the front door of the house. He used a blast of his electrical power until the regular lock and the deadbolt melted before turning the knob, opening the door. Lucky for him, there was no type of alarm system. Entering the home, he quietly shut the door behind him. In the front hall, he saw several pictures of the family hanging from the wall. It looked like there was a father, mother, and teenage son. He would take care of the son first and then the parents.
He climbed the stairs that were almost directly in front of him, hoping it didn’t creak. He had to find the son’s bedroom and the second floor seemed like the most logical place for it to be located to Red. He silently opened the first door that he came to only a crack and peered into the room. There was the son, sleeping in his bed, not knowing that his short life was about to be prematurely ended. Red opened the door a little more and slipped into the room, closing the door to help muffle any sound that was made and hopefully not wake the parents up while he murdered their son.
He walked across the room, taking his Bowie knife back out as he did. Standing at the edge of the bed, he was able to have a better look at the teenager and guessed that he was either a junior or senior in high school. He raised the knife over his head with both arms and was about to plunge it deep into the son’s chest when his eyes suddenly opened a little. Seeing Red and then the knife, the son opened them wider.
“Oh shit!”
The son kicked his leg up, hitting Red in the side of the head, causing him stumble backwards, the knife falling out of his hands. This didn’t happen to Red because the kick was hard, but because it caught him by surprise. The son quickly got out of the bed and ran for the door. Red went after the son, reaching him right as he grabbed the door knob, driving a knee into his spine before throwing him backwards into the room, his fingers slipping off of the door knob and his body sliding across the floor.
“Who are you?! What do you want???”
Red slowly walked towards the son, his knife remaining on the floor, but he still had the intent to kill the son, making him crawl backwards, trying to get away. The son backed into his bed and Red reached down.
“Please…no…”
Wrapping his hand around the son’s face, Red picked him up high into the air before throwing him again, this time into a corner where a surfboard was propped up, the force of the throw causing the son’s body to snap it in half. The broken surfboard fell over onto the son as he tried to get to his feet. He was unable to see Red when he charged at the son until Red was almost on top of him and kicked him in the face, busting open his nose and keeping him down. Blood gushed out, getting onto the floor and into his mouth.
Red picked up one piece of the surfboard and noticed that the end that broke was very sharp. Pulling the son up to his knees by his hair, Red proceeded to ram the piece into the son’s neck sharp end first, the fiberglass slicing through skin, muscles, bones, veins, and tendons, causing blood to spurt into the air, splashing onto the walls and floor, eventually decapitating him.
The son’s headless body fell over and Red examined the head for a moment before dropping both it and the piece of surfboard to the floor. Red turned around and retrieved his Bowie knife before opening the bedroom door and going back out into the hallway, not bothering to close the door again. He was going to search for the parent’s bedroom, but he saw the father coming down the hallway, a golf club in his hands.
“Who the hell are you!?! What are you doing in my house?!!”
Grinning, Red shot a quick blast of electricity at the man, striking the golf club and shocking him, knocking the golf club out of his hands and causing him to fall over, his body shaking slightly. He imagined that the pain the man was experiencing right now was similar to that of being struck by lightning while holding a golf club. The golf club flew through the air, hitting and shattering the glass dome of a lighting fixture attached to the ceiling before landing on the floor at Red’s feet.
Stepping over the golf club and broken glass, he walked over to the man and stabbed him in the gut with the Bowie knife before pulling him up to his feet. He then launched the man upwards, the top of his head smashing into the broken glass dome, shards of glass getting stuck in him. His body hit the floor with a thud, but he was still alive, blood oozing out from underneath his hair.
Red picked the man up again with the knife, making a new wound in the same area. He began carrying the man down the hallway, past the top of the stairs and to the railing above the front hall. He held the barely conscious man over the rail before pulling the knife out of his abdomen and letting him fall to the floor below, landing head first and snapping his neck. Blood began to pool around his body as Red moved away from the rail.
There was just one person left: the wife. Red had killed a lot of people before, but women were definitely his favorite victims.
His thoughts were interrupted by a scream from the wife. She’d come out of her bedroom and saw her husband’s contorted body on the floor below. She looked at Red and screamed again before running down the stairs to the front door. She tried to open it, but couldn’t. The melted locks had become solid again, preventing the door from moving at all. She spun around and ran past the stairs and underneath the landing that Red was still standing on to somewhere else in the house.
Red put the knife away and chased after the woman, taking three steps at a time on the stairs. He ran out of the front hall in the direction that the woman went and into the kitchen. He saw that the sliding glass doors were open. The woman had gone outside onto the beach. He went out as well and saw that she was about halfway between the house and the ocean, having trouble running in the sand.
Glancing down, Red saw a beach umbrella lying on the ground that he was guessing belonged to the family. He picked it up and walked onto the beach where she was. The woman tripped and fell again, but didn’t try to get back up since Red was so close.
“Please don’t hurt me! Why are you doing this?????”
Not answering her, Red raised the beach umbrella up and brought the bottom of the pole down on the woman’s head, impaling her skull with a crunch, the pole coming out of the back of her head and going into the sand, blood and brain matter dripping off of it.
Red took out another cigarette and lit it before just walking away, going around the side of the house and then back the way he came, leaving the neighborhood a few minutes later.
In the morning, when people went out onto the beach, planning on swimming in the ocean to cool off from the heat and just have fun, they would discover the woman’s corpse in the sand, the umbrella pole still in her. Or maybe someone would find the security guard’s body in the guard shack first instead. Either way, the neighborhood would never be the same again after that night.
