CHAPTER 9

I woke up a couple of hours later feeling fresh and renewed. My mind wandered to the task that lay ahead and the excitement filled my gut. I got out of bed and made my way downstairs. I heard Pete and Vladimir's voices coming from the office and went inside. As I walked in, Pete was just about to leave.

"I was on my way to come and fetch you, we need to get our stuff ready for tonight."

"That's what I figured, let's go then."

We left Vladimir's office and went to the shed again and took the bags out that we used the last time. Everything was still inside from the other night so I felt no need to add or take anything out. I through the bag over my shoulder and was waiting for Pete to take his bag as well, but he didn't and said:

"Tonight is all about you, you get to take them out by yourself and have all the fun."

I smiled while nodding my head and I went to the van and put my bag inside, went up to my room and took out the same clothes which still had some blood stains on and put them on. I could smell the death still lingering in the clothes and I just loved it, knowing that there would be more coming later on. The function ended at 9PM so we needed to be at the school just a little before that so that we can wait by the car and follow them from there.

This time I was as eager as can be and when Pete came into my room I was already on my feet and ready to go. We made our way outside and got into the van. Pete even got some nice music for the road, he brought one of his Pantera CD's along to get us in the mood, not that I needed it because I was already itching to get my hands on those two fuckers. I couldn't wait to see the fear, the pain and the anguish on their faces as they pleaded and begged for their lives.

We got to the front of the school and looked for either Miss Waltons or Mr Johnson's car. In the far left corner, close to the entrance of the main building we saw Mr Johnson's car. It was an old beat-up Nissan bakkie that he said he inherited from his father when he passed away and that it had a lot of sentimental value for him, which gave me another idea. I had to fuck up the old piece of shit bakkie before I kill the bastard. Hurt him even more before I finally take his life.

Just a few minutes after 9PM we saw the two of them leave the building and make their way to the bakkie. Mr Johnson opening the door for Miss Waltons and then getting into the driver's side. Mr Johnson was a big fat slob that always smelt like he shat his pants so I cringed at the thought of the smell in the bakkie at that stage. Miss Waltons was also just as hideous. She looked a lot like some sort of gremlin from a horror movie with acne so bad that all the make-up in the world could not cover it up. It was awful.

They made their way out of the school yard and onto the road. We kept a bit of a distance as to not be spotted or make anyone suspicious but was still close enough so that we don't lose them. Suddenly, they veered of the route that they were supposed to take, making a right into a veld. This was quite strange and baffled Pete and I a lot. We stopped and just checked what they were planning, fearing that one of them might have gotten the suspicion that they were being followed and were now trying to flee. I would be pissed if that was the case. Miss Waltons was a straight up bitch who would go straight to the police station and that would stop all my plans for the night.

He then stopped under a big oak tree and killed the lights, this was now even stranger. We sat there for about 10 minutes and then I decided I needed to see what the hell was going on. I grabbed my tool bag and quietly made my way to the bakkie, Pete not far behind me. As I got closer and closer I could see only one figure. Has one of them gotten out, planning on flanking us? I signalled to Pete to watch our backs and then moved closer again. I was about 2 metres from the bakkie when I saw that they were kissing, going at it like two school kids. They were both single, had no children and as far as I knew neither of them had ever been married which I could understand. Who the fuck would want to have such an ugly, disgusting person as a wife or husband? This gave me even more ideas and I was now not planning on just making this quick.

I had this twisted idea in my mind which I thought would be the perfect way to find these two the next day or whenever the fuck they were found by a passer-by who would call the police.

I got right next to the driver's window, Pete at the passenger side, these two were so busy that they still did not notice anything or hear a sound. I saw Mr Johnson's hands feeling away at every inch of Miss Walton's body and I got a nasty taste in my mouth, even felt like vomiting. I did not even want to imagine how that must have felt. Pete then signalled to me that she was actually busy giving him a hand job and that just made it all worse for me. I started giggling softly while feeling nauseous at the same time.

I signalled to Pete that it was time for us to get the show going. We ripped open the car doors and pulled them from the bakkie, tossing them to the ground. Mr Johnson still with a hard on and penis hanging out. I smiled and said, "You disgusting mother fucker, put that fucking thing away".

He was so shocked that it took him a couple of seconds to register what was going on so I repeated what I said while slapping him against the head. He then put away his dick and zipped up his pants. I stood there smiling while Pete dragged Miss Waltons towards us, throwing her next to Mr Johnson. He then asked:

"Gordon, what are you doing? You know this could…"

"Shut the fuck up, you only speak when spoken to."

He stared at me, I could see he was shocked and then his bitch started crying. Pete hit her against the head and said that she must be quiet.

"So, Mr Johnson, seems like the two of you have quite the love affair going on here. Two big fat disgusting pigs going at it. It makes me sick. Tonight will be the last time that you two ever get this opportunity so it's a shame you couldn't go all the way."

"What do you mean Gordon?"

"I mean, in a couple of minutes, you will both be dead."

"Please Gordon, this is not the answer. We can resolve this like adults."

"Adults? You knew about all the shit was happening to me and what I was going through, but still both of you just stood back and did nothing. It's my time now and your time is up."

Miss Waltons started crying again and pleaded that we let them go.

"Pete, shut that bitch up."

Pete got some duct tape and taped it around her mouth.

"That's better, now I don't need to listen to your shit anymore."

I asked Pete to do the same with Mr Johnson because I didn't want anyone to hear him scream.

As I was talking, I was kicking the doors and windows of the old piece of shit bakkie. Glass flew everywhere and I left a dent with each kick into the body of the vehicle. I could see the hurt in his eyes as I believe the death of his father came back to him and every time I broke or dented something, it hurt him more and more.

I opened my tool bag, scanning through everything that I had in there, trying to decide how to start. First thought that came to mind was to take the screw driver and stick it through both of Mr Johnson's ears and that's exactly what I did. I could hear him yelling in pain through the duct tape as I stuck it into his ears.

"That's for every time I told you about what was going on and you didn't listen to me. Clearly you don't know how to use your ears."

Blood was pouring from his ears by now which also made him cry and made me smile. I could feel the power inside me, the hatred spuming out. I loved it.

I told both of them to start taking of their clothes so that I can start with the vision that I had. They refused at first so we started punching and kicking them everywhere. That still did not do the trick. Pete pulled out his pocket knife and started cutting some of Miss Waltons's clothes and then held the knife against her neck. He then said: "Either you undress or I slit her throat right here, right now."

Mr Johnson then started to undress and Pete continued to cut the clothes of Miss Waltons.

Now they were both sitting there, naked. It was an awful thing to see, but I needed to endure it for the sake of the bigger picture.

I went back to my tool bag and took out the scalpel. This would be the weapon of torture, pain and eventually death for the night. First on the list, I started by cutting the Achilles of both foots on each of them. This was total agony for them and the utmost pleasure for me.

"Now, if you can stand up and walk away, I will leave you be and I won't kill you."

I stood back and watched them struggle and try to get up to walk, each time just falling down again. I was laughing so hard that my tummy started aching. I let this go on for about five minutes and then decided to go to the next level. Both of them were trying to crawl by now so that left their faces in the perfect place. I ran towards them and kicked both of them dead in the face. They instantly fell to the ground. Miss Waltons was out cold and Mr Johnson was barely conscious. I started shaking them around to get them back to consciousness. Eventually they were at the point where they sort of knew what was going on and eventually they were completely aware of the shit that was going down.

They were both lying flat on their backs, looking up at me. This whole time Pete was just leaning against the back of the bakkie, smiling, giving me the satisfaction of doing it all by myself. I appreciated what he was doing as I knew that he would be itching to get his piece of the fun.

It was now time for the next phase of my plan. It was time to put an end to this. I took the scalpel and went to good old Mr Johnson, taking the tip of his penis into my left hand. He started kicking and pushing my hands away which was now a problem. I kicked him a few times, but that still did not do the trick. I called Pete over to come and hold the fucker down. With Pete's help, I once again took a hold of that ugly dick of his and using the scalpel, cut it right off. I watched him screaming and bleeding. He started getting quiet and I knew he was bleeding out. Miss Waltons was looking the other way but I grabbed a hold of her head and made her watch as her boyfriend was dying. It was not long and the old bastard was dead. Miss Waltons was now crying immensely. Partly because of witnessing the death of Mr Johnson and also because she knew that she would be next, that her life would be coming to an end shortly.

I walked over to her, grabbed her by the hair, looked het straight in the eyes, smiling and then slit her throat. I let go of her hair and she fell back to ground. I watched her bleed to death. Her body twitching as she came closer to the end, until she was completely still.

I asked Pete for his knife. He came over, gave it to me and went back to stand by the bakkie. He didn't say a word and was just watching everything I was doing. I took Miss Waltons by the hair again and started cutting of her head. It took some time but eventually her body fell to the ground and I had her head in my hands. There was blood and pieces of fat everywhere on the ground now.

I asked Pete to help me and we dragged both of them towards the oak tree. I went back to the van and got a rope from the back. I tied one end of the rope around the legs of Mr Johnson and threw the other end over a big branch of the oak tree. I tried to pull the fat fuck up, but he was way too heavy so I called Pete over to come and help again. Together we managed to get him hoisted up, just high enough that the top of his head was still touching the ground and I tied the rope around the tree stump to hold him there. I then dragged the body of Miss Waltons closer, spread her legs and pulled her towards Mr Johnson so that her pussy was right in his face. I stood back and looked at my art and I have to admit, it looked wonderful. Two body parts were still missing so I went to get them. I stuck the penis inside the mouth of Miss Waltons and then put her head on top of her chest. This truly looked spectacular and I just stood there for a while, admiring my work. The fresh stench of blood made it even more euphoric and I could feel a tingle run down my spine.

Pete came over, looked at everything and said:

"Nice work, I'm impressed."

I nodded my head, turned around and walked to the van. Pete followed, we got in and made our way back home. It was a nice, quiet drive. Not one of us uttered a word and I was smiling all the way back to the house.

We got to the house and I went to my room, Eliah was already there and I could hear that water was running in the bathroom. She must have seen that we had arrived and started to get everything ready for me. As I walked into the room, she greeted and went out. I stood in front of the mirror, looking at myself and I was proud of what I had done. I saw how much blood I had on my clothes at this stage and that took me back to everything that happened. I smiled again as I was looking up and down in the mirror and then went to the bathroom. I took of all my clothes, closed the tap and got into the bath. A lay there for a couple of minutes in the nice, warm water when Eliah came in. She looked at my clothes that was on the floor, picked them up and said that they will be burnt in the morning. Such a smart woman I thought to myself. She knew that would be the best way to get rid of the evidence. I nodded and she went out, taking the blood stained clothes with her and then returned bringing me clothes to sleep in. I washed myself, got out of the bath and got dressed. I got into the bed and was all alone. I waited for Eliah to come back for about fifteen minutes, but she didn't come back so I switched off the light and went to sleep.