Euphony: Part 3
Stewart Otis hid in the bushes of a day care centre. Little kids were
pushing each other out the door. A girl fell to the ground after being
pushed and started to whimper. Stewart eyed that girl. He grinned. He just
had to wait for the right moment. No problem. He was hunched over in the
bushes, thorns and twigs stuck in his back. The little girl wandered over
the bush. She was playing jump rope. She sung a little kid's song as she
played.
"One, two, three, four, what's ya' momma say when you don't obey? Five..." She continued singing.
Stewart peeked his head out of the bushes. He pulled a piece of candy out of his pocket. "Little girl. Here is a piece of candy. Would you like to have a piece of candy?" He said gently like a father.
The little girl looked at Stewart like he had a malfunction. She stuck out her bottom lip. "No." She adamantly said. She crossed her arms over her chest. Stewart grew angry and reached out to grab the girl. She screamed and the people watching over her ran toward her.
Stewart retreated into the bushes. He cussed at himself silently. He over heard the conversation underway.
"What's wrong? Molly?" The first adult said.
"Candy." Molly, the little girl, stuttered. She pointed to the bushes.
"Yeah, somebody must have dropped some candy in the bushes and Molly got a hold of it. We have to take her inside. She might have been poisoned." The second adult said. He took her by the hand and took her inside.
Stewart cursed at himself. He was tormented inside. His insides were hurting because he needed to fulfil his desires. He had waited a month to partake in this activity and he had failed. Not knowing where to turn, he backed out of the tall bushes and headed down the road. He was angry with himself. He spotted a school where the children where being let out. His heart jumped up into his throat. He went up to the school and stuck his hands into his pocket. He whistled a tune and acted like he was waiting for a child. He hadn't contemplated what to do. It was impromptu and Stewart didn't like that. But, his desires were ravaging. Stewart spotted a small girl struggling down the front steps of the school. Stewart went over to her.
"Do you need help?" He asked. The girl tripped on a shoelace and started to cry. Stewart tied the girl's laces and stood her up. "Are you okay?" He asked gently. He had an idea. "Your mommy asked me to take you home. Come on." He took the girl by the hand. Immediately, he saw the girl's address printed on her backpack, along with her name.
"Where is your car?" The girl questioned.
"You don't live very far from here. I'm walking you home, Susanne." Stewart said. He pulled Susanne off school grounds and hurried with her on the way to her house. Stewart walked her into a small wooded area.
"Where are we going? This isn't the way to my house." Susie said. Her eyes grew wide. "Momma told me about people like you. I wanna go home." Susie cried. She sat down on the ground. Stewart sat down next to her. He offered her a piece of candy. She graciously accepted it and stuck it in her mouth.
"Tell me, Susie. How old are you?" Stewart asked. Susie held up six fingers. "Six is a wonderful age." He nodded his head in agreement with what he had just said. He moved in for the attack. He wrapped his body around Susie and put his hand on her mouth. She squealed. "Hush." Stewart whispered. He began his ritual.
*****
Stewart dug frantically into the soft dirt. He had to dispose of the body. Throwing dirt behind him, the hole grew bigger. Finally, when the hole was big enough to hold a small body, Stewart laid Susie's lifeless body into the hole. He placed the dirt back over the body and lied on the little grave. He took a nap.
When he woke back up, it was dark. Stewart had no place to go. He walked to a convenience store and went into it. He picked up a few necessary items and tucked them into his pockets. He went up front with a bottle of vodka. He paid with the money he had stolen.
"G'day." The clerk said.
"You from Australia? I can tell by your accent." Stewart said.
The clerk nodded his head. "Yes sir. I was born and bred in Sidney. Moved here when I was 27 looking for a better life. And, I found it. I have myself a wife and a baby girl."
When the clerk said baby girl, Stewart's ears perked. The two talked for a while and Stewart told the clerk that he had not home, that he had just come out from New York, and that he needed a place to stay. The clerk invited the Stewart over.
"By the way, my name is Jeff Biggs." Stewart said. He shook hands with the clerk.
"I'm Chase Freely. Ahh...I know. My name is weird, but my parents obviously liked the name." Chase said. "I get off work at ten, so just hang around for a while."
*****
Chase led Stewart to his car and they drove to Chase's house. Chase introduced Stewart to his wife and girl.
"This Nikole, my lovely wife. And, this beautiful two year old is Robin. Nikky, this is Jeff Biggs. I figured we could show a man down on his luck some hospitality." Chase said.
Nikole nodded her head. "It is really late, and Robin is being fussy. I have to put her to bed." She shook hands with Stewart and headed up stairs. Chase put Stewart on the couch and everyone went to their beds.
Stewart woke up in the middle of the night and went upstairs. He peered into the little Robin's crib. His saliva was running and he started to sweat. This was too good to be true. He reached down into the crib. He just about had his hands on the sleeping baby, when he snapped out of his trance. "Don't ruin a good thing." Stewart said to himself. He pattered back downstairs and lied down on the couch. It was a fairly chilly night, so Stewart pulled the blankets up around his neck. He just contemplated what he would do the next day. He was reflecting on his actions just a couple of hours before. In the early days of his killing spree, he was always felt remorseful after he killed a young girl or boy, but now, he had no remorse, no grief; He just wasn't concerned. He was on a high. He didn't need drugs to achieve this high. He just had to rip the life of another human being out of its grasp. He was alive. He felt very alive.
"One, two, three, four, what's ya' momma say when you don't obey? Five..." She continued singing.
Stewart peeked his head out of the bushes. He pulled a piece of candy out of his pocket. "Little girl. Here is a piece of candy. Would you like to have a piece of candy?" He said gently like a father.
The little girl looked at Stewart like he had a malfunction. She stuck out her bottom lip. "No." She adamantly said. She crossed her arms over her chest. Stewart grew angry and reached out to grab the girl. She screamed and the people watching over her ran toward her.
Stewart retreated into the bushes. He cussed at himself silently. He over heard the conversation underway.
"What's wrong? Molly?" The first adult said.
"Candy." Molly, the little girl, stuttered. She pointed to the bushes.
"Yeah, somebody must have dropped some candy in the bushes and Molly got a hold of it. We have to take her inside. She might have been poisoned." The second adult said. He took her by the hand and took her inside.
Stewart cursed at himself. He was tormented inside. His insides were hurting because he needed to fulfil his desires. He had waited a month to partake in this activity and he had failed. Not knowing where to turn, he backed out of the tall bushes and headed down the road. He was angry with himself. He spotted a school where the children where being let out. His heart jumped up into his throat. He went up to the school and stuck his hands into his pocket. He whistled a tune and acted like he was waiting for a child. He hadn't contemplated what to do. It was impromptu and Stewart didn't like that. But, his desires were ravaging. Stewart spotted a small girl struggling down the front steps of the school. Stewart went over to her.
"Do you need help?" He asked. The girl tripped on a shoelace and started to cry. Stewart tied the girl's laces and stood her up. "Are you okay?" He asked gently. He had an idea. "Your mommy asked me to take you home. Come on." He took the girl by the hand. Immediately, he saw the girl's address printed on her backpack, along with her name.
"Where is your car?" The girl questioned.
"You don't live very far from here. I'm walking you home, Susanne." Stewart said. He pulled Susanne off school grounds and hurried with her on the way to her house. Stewart walked her into a small wooded area.
"Where are we going? This isn't the way to my house." Susie said. Her eyes grew wide. "Momma told me about people like you. I wanna go home." Susie cried. She sat down on the ground. Stewart sat down next to her. He offered her a piece of candy. She graciously accepted it and stuck it in her mouth.
"Tell me, Susie. How old are you?" Stewart asked. Susie held up six fingers. "Six is a wonderful age." He nodded his head in agreement with what he had just said. He moved in for the attack. He wrapped his body around Susie and put his hand on her mouth. She squealed. "Hush." Stewart whispered. He began his ritual.
*****
Stewart dug frantically into the soft dirt. He had to dispose of the body. Throwing dirt behind him, the hole grew bigger. Finally, when the hole was big enough to hold a small body, Stewart laid Susie's lifeless body into the hole. He placed the dirt back over the body and lied on the little grave. He took a nap.
When he woke back up, it was dark. Stewart had no place to go. He walked to a convenience store and went into it. He picked up a few necessary items and tucked them into his pockets. He went up front with a bottle of vodka. He paid with the money he had stolen.
"G'day." The clerk said.
"You from Australia? I can tell by your accent." Stewart said.
The clerk nodded his head. "Yes sir. I was born and bred in Sidney. Moved here when I was 27 looking for a better life. And, I found it. I have myself a wife and a baby girl."
When the clerk said baby girl, Stewart's ears perked. The two talked for a while and Stewart told the clerk that he had not home, that he had just come out from New York, and that he needed a place to stay. The clerk invited the Stewart over.
"By the way, my name is Jeff Biggs." Stewart said. He shook hands with the clerk.
"I'm Chase Freely. Ahh...I know. My name is weird, but my parents obviously liked the name." Chase said. "I get off work at ten, so just hang around for a while."
*****
Chase led Stewart to his car and they drove to Chase's house. Chase introduced Stewart to his wife and girl.
"This Nikole, my lovely wife. And, this beautiful two year old is Robin. Nikky, this is Jeff Biggs. I figured we could show a man down on his luck some hospitality." Chase said.
Nikole nodded her head. "It is really late, and Robin is being fussy. I have to put her to bed." She shook hands with Stewart and headed up stairs. Chase put Stewart on the couch and everyone went to their beds.
Stewart woke up in the middle of the night and went upstairs. He peered into the little Robin's crib. His saliva was running and he started to sweat. This was too good to be true. He reached down into the crib. He just about had his hands on the sleeping baby, when he snapped out of his trance. "Don't ruin a good thing." Stewart said to himself. He pattered back downstairs and lied down on the couch. It was a fairly chilly night, so Stewart pulled the blankets up around his neck. He just contemplated what he would do the next day. He was reflecting on his actions just a couple of hours before. In the early days of his killing spree, he was always felt remorseful after he killed a young girl or boy, but now, he had no remorse, no grief; He just wasn't concerned. He was on a high. He didn't need drugs to achieve this high. He just had to rip the life of another human being out of its grasp. He was alive. He felt very alive.
