Posted at 9:18 am on Jun 19, 2007 by:
Red Spyder
A stab here, a stab there.
In the few weeks since Red had returned to the ring and to his hobby, he’d already murdered twenty-seven people. While that number wasn’t very much compared to the number he’d murdered over all those years, which had to be close to a thousand by now, it was quite a lot for that short amount of time. And tonight, he was planning on increasing those numbers, maybe by a few people or maybe by many. He could never tell right away from the beginning of a killing spree how many “cattle” he would end up slaughtering. It didn’t have anything to do with the mood he was in at the time either, as one might think. Not even he knew what drove him to kill anymore though. Maybe it was something in his blood, some kind of genetic trait. But the reason he killed didn’t really matter at the moment.
The machete slid out of the man’s chest, being pulled by one of Red’s hands, blood dripping from both the wound and the weapon to the sidewalk, creating a small puddle. The blade had easily pierced through the man’s skin, muscles, ribcage, organs, and spinal cord, only stopping when it tore out of his back in an explosion of blood and struck the brick wall behind him, taking a chunk out of the blood splattered wall. Red then raised the machete into the air and brought it down onto the man’s head with a thwack, sinking deeply into it, almost splitting it in half. Blood trickled down the man’s face and one side of his head, his eyes stuck wide open in shock and his mouth hanging open just a little bit. Holding onto the man’s head with his free hand, Red tugged on the machete, slowly and eventually pulling it out of the man’s head, and let his body fall over onto the sidewalk, more blood spilling out and pooling around him.
Stepping over the man’s body as he put the machete away, Red continued walking down the sidewalk, passing different stores that were all closed for the night and an apartment complex that still had some lights on that were visible through the tenants’ windows. In the parking lot next to the apartment building, he saw a woman getting out of her car; an ideal victim. He walked onto the parking lot, moving past and around many parked cars, navigating his way towards his new target. Now getting a couple grocery bags out of the back seat, her purse already hanging from one of her arms by its straps, she didn’t see Red stalking up behind her. Shutting the door, she turned around right into his open hands. She started to scream, but he quickly wrapped both of his hands around her throat, choking and silencing her. Dropping the bags to the ground, the items inside tumbling out, mostly cans of food that rolled across the pavement, she brought her hands up to his, the purse still hanging from her one arm, and tried to pry them away from her neck, having no success whatsoever.
Only able to stare up at him as she faded, she saw no sign of emotion on his face as he then bashed her head into the door window behind her, cracking the glass, but not shattering it, nearly knocking her out cold. She didn’t understand how someone could do something like this to another person and seem to not care at all. He applied more pressure, choking her harder, and she began to fade faster, her vision getting blurry and dark. He slammed her head into the window again, breaking out a portion of the glass, the tiny pieces cutting open the back of her head somewhat. She couldn’t feel any of the pain though. The lack of oxygen had greatly dulled down her senses. She barely even knew what was going on at that point. He smashed her head through the window, shards of glass stabbing into her head more and her neck. He kept his grip as tight as possible until he couldn’t feel her heart beating anymore. Releasing her, her head fell out of the window and her body slid to the ground, streaking the car door with blood. Her purse remained on her arm.
Exiting the parking lot, he spotted another woman, this one only a few feet away from him on the sidewalk, not noticing him, and headed in the direction of the man that Red had killed several minutes ago. She couldn’t see the man’s body yet, but Red knew exactly what would happen when she got close enough to. She would let out a horrific scream and either she or someone that heard her scream would immediately call the police. Taking out his Bowie knife, he followed her, picking up his pace so that he would be able to catch up to her before she reached the body. When he was only about a foot behind her, trying to keep his footsteps quiet so she didn’t hear them and suddenly turn around to have a look at him, he shot his arm out and jabbed the knife into her back, dragging the knife upwards some before pulling it back out, blood oozing out through the gash in her back and shirt. She fell to sidewalk onto her hands and knees, moaning in pain, and he moved until he was nearly straddling her back, holding the knife against her throat, ready to slit it open.
Then, he heard a rumbling noise and looked into the street to see an 18 wheeler driving down it towards them. He could tell that the driver was speeding some and didn’t see Red or the woman. Getting an idea, he quickly removed the knife from her neck and stuck it back into his trench coat before pulling her up by her shoulders and throwing her into the street, intending to have her get run over by the truck. He’d mistimed the throw though and instead of landing on the street in front of the truck to get run over, she bounced off of the side of the trailer and as she fell to the street, her face hit one of the tires and the flesh was literally ripped off by the fast spinning rubber. He didn’t see where the flesh ended up exactly, but through the spray of blood, he could see the raw, meaty remains of her face. He couldn’t tell if she was dead yet or not, but when her body rolled underneath the tires and her head was crushed flat, he was sure that she was. The truck driver hit the brakes, the tires skidding along the tarmac, smearing blood around, and the driver got out of the cab to see what had happened.
Red had already disappeared and the truck driver was unaware that he had ever been there. He didn’t teleport away though. He simply ran into an alley, planning on going through it to the street on the other side of the block, but he came to a stop when he saw the severed head of a man lying on the ground. It wasn’t from one of his victims so whose was it? Was there another killer out that night in the same area of the city he was? He noticed that the blood on the ground around the head continued up a wall to the roof of a building. Maybe he would find out more up there. He began climbing up a ladder attached to the side of the building and was soon on the roof. There was a woman, a blonde, standing on about the center of the roof. Seeing Red, a smile formed on her face.
“I thought that head might get your attention.”
He just stared at her, his right hand inside of his trench coat and ready to take his Bowie knife out at any second. Unknown to him, she’d planted the head in the alley when she saw him coming down it. She continued smiling.
“I have a proposition for you. I think that we should work together. I mean, we’re both wanted murders and-”
He was done listening to this woman, whoever she was. In an instant, he ran at her, pulling the Bowie knife out as he did, and slashed at her with it. He completely missed though because she leapt backwards, landing on the edge of the roof, and then leapt again, this time landing on the roof of a different building that was slightly higher than the one that Red was still on. She kept her eyes on him, still smiling. He didn’t feel like chasing after her. He figured that she’d just dodge his attacks some more anyway.
“I work alone.”
Putting the Bowie knife back up, he turned around and jumped off the edge of the roof into the alley below, teleporting away while still in midair. Sighing, the mysterious woman proceeded to leave herself.
