Posted at 5:31 pm on Jul 5, 2007 by:
Red Spyder
What a way to start a friendship.
Blood sprayed into the air as the machete cut through body after body along the sidewalk, painting concrete and brick thickly in a deep shade of crimson. The man whose hand was wrapped around the handle of the machete and was responsible for all of the deaths caused by it was, of course, Red. He was currently in a section of the city known for appealing to shoppers. The majority of people had run for cover when they first saw him there so he was killing the people that were exiting the stores who were unaware of what was going on outside instead.
He swung the machete into the side of a woman’s neck that had been coming out of a clothing store. The large, very sharp blade tore through skin, muscle, and bone, causing blood to squirt onto the door’s window. The people still inside of the store watched in horror as the woman collapsed to her knees, her right hand slipping down the window, leaving behind a streak of blood. One of the employees would’ve quickly run over to the door and locked it with their keys, but none of them were brave enough to get that close to Red. That was okay for them though because he wasn’t planning on going into there anyway. Pulling the machete out of the woman’s neck, she fell forward to the pavement, hitting it with a wet smack from her blood, dead.
Continuing walking along the sidewalk, Red found his next victim for that evening hiding from him an alley. It was a man and he probably would’ve been fine behind the dumpster he chose as his hiding spot, but he began to run down the alley when Red reached it and he went after the man, blood dripping off of the end of the machete’s blade to the ground. About halfway down the alley, he tripped over his own feet and fell face first into a puddle of water, sending most of the water splashing out everywhere. For a moment, he just laid there with his face in what was left of the water, air bubbles coming up around the edges of his head. Then, he used his arms to push himself up and out of the puddle, his face smeared with the dirty water. He suddenly felt a sharp pain in the midsection of his back though as Red stabbed the machete into it, severing the man’s spine and slicing apart organs before puncturing through his front right underneath his ribcage. Blood dribbled out of his mouth into the puddle, mixing with it and coloring it. Red placed his foot on the man’s upper back and pushed his face back into the water, sliding his body off of the machete.
Red was about to go back the way he came when he heard light footsteps approaching behind him. He spun around, swinging the machete and ready to kill this person too, only instead of cutting into flesh, the machete struck the blade of a sword; a katana. He lowered the machete.
“Emily…”
“Red.”
“Do you just follow me around everywhere I go???”
“Well…not everywhere. But how else am I going to find you?”
“That could be considered stalking, you know?”
“Maybe so. Stalking is pretty insignificant to what else I can do though, wouldn’t you say?”
“Yeah, I’d say so.”
He remembered how well she’d handled herself with the cops the last time they’d met. He looked past her at the street. There were still a lot of people there that he wanted to kill. He then glanced back at her.
“Come on.”
They both walked back down the alley towards the street, side by side, their minds and weapons thirsty for blood. Once they were on the sidewalk, they saw a couple leaving a book store. The couple didn’t see the deadly duo or the mess that Red had made yet. Red and Emily moved in to attack the couple.
“Which one do you want?”
“Doesn’t matter to me.”
The couple noticed all of the blood and bodies on the sidewalk and stared, shocked. The woman then saw the two killers, who were almost to the couple now, and let out a scream, alerting her husband of their presence. They began to back away, frightened. They turned around to run away when Emily leapt forward and easily sliced both of the man’s Achilles tendons, making him fall onto the sidewalk, scraping his hands and knees and now unable to walk, let alone run, blooding trickling from both of his leg’s to the ground, staining his socks and shoes.
“Run, Jessica!”
The woman, Jessica, was already doing that. She looked back at her husband, tears streaming down her face, but she didn’t stop running because she knew, or at least thought she knew, what would happen if she did stop.
Emily planted the heel of one of her boots into the back of the man’s head, pinning him down onto the sidewalk. Transfixed for a few seconds with fascination by how Emily was treating the man, Red then switched out his machete for the chainsaw and chased after the woman, starting up the chainsaw while he ran and revving it several times, getting another scream out of her. The woman wasn’t even to the end of the block when had almost caught up to her, the tip of the chainsaw just inches away from her back. She went into the street and he followed like there was some kind of invisible rope keeping them attached to each other. He revved it again, causing her to look behind her at him. She faltered, only for half a second, but it was her mistake and it would be her last mistake because that was all that Red needed to completely catch up with her. The chainsaw carved into her back, not deeply. It was enough knock her over though.
On the street, the woman managed to flip over onto her back, despite the burning pain where the chainsaw hit it, blood oozing out the wound, and she began to crawl backwards, trying to get away. Her fingernails scratched against the tarmac and she was sobbing harder than before. Red just walked after her, the chainsaw raised above his head with both arms. He then plunged the chainsaw downwards into her chest, mangling it into a mess of cloth, meat, and blood, before lifting the chainsaw back up a moment later. She stopped crawling, but she was still alive. Swinging the chainsaw at her, he took her head off, blood spraying out of the top of her neck and her head rolling into the gutter.
Meanwhile, back on the sidewalk, Emily was toying with the man. She still had him pinned down onto the ground by his head and was making light cuts across his back with her katana, leaving his skin and shirt in shreds. She then pushed the blade into the back of his neck, making him squirm, and she laughed. Pulling the katana up, she proceeded to pierce it through his back and into his heart. Blood shot out of his mouth onto the sidewalk as his body began to spasm. She managed to keep him pinned down though until the spasms subsided when he was dead.
She was removing the katana from the man’s body when she saw that Red was coming back. He looked down at the body for a moment before turning his attention elsewhere. He could hear police sirens in the distance.
“Sounds like we’re gonna have some company soon.”
Emily listened for a moment and heard them as well. They then walked down the sidewalk and crossed the street to the next block. Encountering another man, she took him down with one slash of her katana across his waist, almost cutting him entirely in half and spilling blood and intestines onto the pavement, and Red finished him off with the chainsaw.
They continued on for a couple more blocks, not finding anyone else for them to kill, when they saw a night club straight ahead of them. None of the people waiting in line outside of the club knew what had happened a few blocks away. Emily stared at the club and the people trying to get into it with a glint in her eyes of wanting to spill fresh blood everywhere, their blood, and it was a look that Red himself had had many times before.
“Shall we?”
“Definitely.”
Approaching the club, the people outside noticed them and their weapons and began to follow them with their eyes, the most of the people’s talking ceasing. With news reports around the country of murdering being at an all-time high, people started fearing anyone with potential weapons, especially ones like chainsaws. And when that chainsaw happened to have blood constantly dripping off of it, they were even more scared. Suddenly, Red and Emily charged at the people, their weapons sinking deep into the flesh of the first people they reached, sending blood through the air, raining down on other people. The people that hadn’t been attacked yet began screaming and running down the sidewalk in both directions and onto the street, some of them heading for their vehicles and others just going to hide.
The two cut apart anyone that was still close enough to them on the sidewalk, but they didn’t chase after anyone. Instead, once the sidewalk was clear, with the exception of the new corpses, they walked over to entrance of the club and went in. The bouncer wasn’t there. He’d fled with the other people outside, deciding that he didn’t get paid enough to die while keeping certain people out of the club.
Inside of the club, the music and other general noise was so loud no one there realized what had just happened right outside. Red and Emily sliced and diced through any people that got in their way like they were hacking their way through some of kind of human body jungle. Blood sprayed into the air and bodies and body parts hit the floor. Other people in there hardly noticed unless they happened to see one of the people get killed. Some screamed or tried to run and get help, but their efforts were useless because of how crowded and noisy the club was.
Unknown to Red or Emily, the police had just pulled up outside of the club, having been told that the killers were now inside by one of the people that managed to escape from them outside.
They were almost to the center of the club’s dance floor, a path bodies behind them in the sea of people dancing to the loud music.
The police got into the club and began evacuating any people that they could. One officer was sent to inform the club manager of what was going on exactly. The officer was having a hard time getting through the crowd though and ended up tripping over a pair of severed legs, falling into a puddle of blood and guts, causing him to vomit. Once the cops were able to get more people out, they were able to see Red and Emily. They couldn’t risk having a fight with Red just yet though, as they knew he wouldn’t surrender, because more people would get injured or die in the crossfire.
Emily saw the cops and tugged on Red’s arm to get his attention before pointing them out to him. He just grinned. She probably wouldn’t have been able to hear him if he’d said anything anyway since the club was still fairly busy. He began to work his way back through the crowd to the cops. She followed, staying close to him. When they were out of what was left of the crowd, several cops began shooting at them, despite having orders not to fire until no other people were left in the club. The remaining people heard the gunshots and began screaming, running for the exits. Red continued walking towards the cops, some bullets hitting him, but he seemed to not notice at all. Emily however moved out of their line of fire, still using her katana on any people that she could. Beginning to run at the first of the cops, causing them to try and run backwards, he ripped into three of them with a swing of the chainsaw and decapitated another with it, causing blood to spout upwards onto the ceiling of the club. Driving the chainsaw into the chest of a cop who thought he’d be brave and hold his ground, Red happened to look to his side to see that Emily was laid out on the floor!
Slinging the cop’s body off of his chainsaw, Red began running towards her, not caring about the bullets that continually tore into his flesh. He put away the chainsaw when he reached her and scooped up her body in his arms. Not seeing any blood on the floor, he was pretty sure that she hadn’t been shot and she was still breathing. Placing her over one of his shoulders, he quickly got her katana up off of the floor and teleported away, returning to his mansion.
The next day, Red’s mansion
Emily’s eyes slowly opened. She was staring up at a ceiling. She tried to sit up, but her head was pounding with pain. She realized that she was lying on a bed in a room, she was guessing in a house somewhere, but where? The last thing that she could remember was killing people at that club with Red and after that, she was drawing a blank. Just then, the room’s door opened and Red walked in. He saw that she was awake and shut door behind him, walking over to one side of the bed.
“Where am I? What happened?”
“You’re at my mansion and I-…”
“Wait…I think I remember now…I got out of the way when those cops started shooting at us…and I was killing other people when…I felt a sharp blow to the back of my head and everything went black. So…I guess one of them knocked me out…?”
Red nodded.
“I figured that’s what had happened when I realized you hadn’t been shot.”
Emily climbed out of the bed, her head still hurting, but not as much as before. She walked a few steps before turning around to face Red.
“And you said this is your mansion?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s nice. I mean…from what I’ve seen so far…”
“Thanks.”
She began looking around the room, slightly embarrassed, mostly because she’d wanted to go on a killing spree with Red so badly and then she ended up getting knocked out. He sensed her embarrassment, but he wasn’t sure what the cause of it was and didn’t ask.
“Well, I have to go do some stuff, but you’re welcome to stay here as long as you want.”
He then turned around and left.
Several hours later
Red came back to his mansion. He walked through the front hall and into the living room where he saw a piece of paper sitting on the coffee table. He got closer to it and found out that it was a note. Picking it up, he read it:
I’m sorry I had to leave, but I needed to
go to work. Thank you for saving me.
-Emily
Turning the note over, he saw that she’d left her phone number on the back. Folding up the paper and slipping it into a pocket on his pants, he walked away.
