Chapter 14
Shocked
Point Place, Wisconsin
May 1, 1977 (Sunday)
10:05 p.m.
This one was going to hurt everyone in the house.
The brainless but bountiful in bosom Midge was friends with Kitty, her goof of a
husband Bob had a reluctant best friend in Red and Kitty had a love-hate relationship
with Donna, one minute she loved the girl, the next she was a whore for having sex with
her "precious baby boy", then there was Eric, who would die without the love of his life.
It was a beautiful day, no one was home, Red and Kitty went out to dinner on Steven's
suggestion to Kitty that Red take the overworked and under appreciated housewife
somewhere nice, Eric was at Pricemart, and Jackie was invited to a cheerleader sleepover.
Donna tried to focus on her homework, but couldn't. She was taken out of her thoughts
when there was a knock on the door.
"Hey, Hyde."
"Hi, Donna. I got a phone call from Jackie, she's worried about you." He took a bottle of
peach schnapps out of his jacket pocket and placed it on the table.
"I could use a drink, get the glasses, I have to use the little girl's room…."
It was a good thing she was gone, because he had no idea where they kept their glasses. He
breathed a sigh of relief when he found 2 iced-tea glasses drying in the dish rack.
He filled them halfway and added a special ingredient to Donna's; he found a spoon in
the utensil holder and stirred her glass. The horrified look on Eric's face when he realized
his dream romance was over was going to be worth it.
2 minutes later
"I'd like to toast to friendship!" Donna said, slightly wondering how come he wasn't
spending his free time with Jackie, but maybe he liked her in the way that she kind of
liked him? But she stopped him from going any further at the water tower than a few
misguided kisses after Fez' death.
Still she did like Hyde – she liked Eric as well.
It was all too confusing to think about.
"I'll drink to that. Why don't take our drinks into the living room and watch TV?"
"You just like my TV better because my Dad pays for cable."
"If there's one thing I'm about, Donna, it's nudity."
All he had to was wait.
The prison
The first of the month was coming soon or maybe it was today. The only reason why
Hyde knew this was because the doppelganger always brought him a newspaper. The
police didn't connect the dots so there were no stories about them. Most of the people in
this puke hole were so stupid.
His twin found a pair of handcuffs and bound his wrists with them. They hurt him more
than the rope. He knew one of the girls were next, he had plans for Eric, he wanted to in
his words "scare him like he's never been scared before."
The order was going to be Donna, Eric, and Jackie. In his weak state he accidentally
kicked his can of soda on the floor, the primitive instinct was there to even think about
somehow forcing his body to slither like a snake and lick it up, but he thought better of it.
He was human.
He wondered what Mr. and Mrs. Forman were doing.
Restaurant
"Red, is there something wrong with the ham?" Kitty asked, fighting the feeling to start
smoking again.
"Nothing."
"Are you worried about the kids? They'll be fine. They're all on guard after what has
happened to Fez and Michael. Those poor boys." She cleared her throat like her husband
would do to stop the tears from coming.
Red hoped at the very least that Eric would be able to defend himself if his back was
against the wall and he had to, he could do so.
He couldn't put his finger on it, but something wasn't quite right.
Something wasn't right at all.
Donna's
Not Hyde put the radio station on the romantic instrumental channel. Donna was slowly
losing her inhibitions.
He sat next to her on the sofa and put his arm around her, she didn't slap him off or say
something Gloria Steinam inspired. She nuzzled closer; it didn't matter if she thought he
was Eric or Hyde, it only mattered to get her into the bed.
Their lips met, her kisses were like cherry flavored Jolly Rancher candies, and he resisted undoing the
buttons on her blouse for now.
"I love you, Hy…..de….."
Wow.
If that's all that it took and if those are thoughts that came to the surface that
quickly, then she couldn't possibly have loved Eric in that same way. How delightful.
"Let's go upstairs to your room."
He inspected her bedroom earlier; she had a plug near her sink for her hair dryer and he
had an extension cord in his pocket if it didn't reach.
Eric was standing in the doorway to the Pinciotti living room after his shift at Pricemart and came home from
work with the intention to surprise Donna and heard all of it. She loved Hyde. Donna loved
Hyde? He made his way out of the house quietly and went back to the safety of his house.
Damn her.
He wished she was dead as he ran back to his house and to the safety of his room.
After
When he noticed her starting to come down, but still not of her own mind, he made her
another drink. But only half the amount this time, because the twin needed to get her in
the bathtub.
"Why don't you start the bath water, so we can take a long hot bath together?" He handed
her the glass, she took a healthy drink.
She kissed him and slowly got out of the bed, her naked body glowing from the
moonlight bouncing off the windows.
In a moment he was going to reveal why they all called her Hot Donna.
Point Place Chronicle
3rd Teen Homicide in a Month
Donna Pinciotti, Part time DJ at WFPP (the sound),
Daughter of former Bargain Bob retailer Bob Pinciotti.
Found dead in bathtub from electrocution.
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Hyde admitted defeat.
They were all going to die from the hands of his twin. He never answered the rest of his
questions about Edna and Bud. He felt he was coming down with something due to these
horrid living conditions. It made how Edna used to keep or unkeep this house seem like
Buckingham Palace.
Piece it together, before you're all dead!
Poor Forman.
Hyde figured he had to be a complete wreck.
And Jackie….whenever he thought about Jackie the pain in his stomach was too
much to bear.
He just wanted to die.
Forman House
Red couldn't sleep and the only reason Kitty was knocked out was because she indulged
in the occasional medicinal cocktail. She had a note. It was a little too orchestrated for his
taste and now Donna's dead? That sweet girl. Bob and Midge did not need to bury
their daughter. The grief on Eric's face he wished he could take away. It was certainly
acceptable to break gender expectations and grieve. His son was in his room crying
his eyes out. Three teens dead in a rather short space of time between each other, not just
three random teenagers in the neighborhood.
Three dead who were friends with Eric, who hung out with him in the basement, ate
their food, immersed themselves in their lives. He didn't want to move in the bed and
wake up his wife so he laid there thinking that this wasn't the coincidence the media was
making it out to be. The cops were stupid in Point Place, but this took the cake. He let it
play out in his mind like he was stuck in the foxhole waiting for the perfect opportunity
to strike.
The foreign kid – Fez - Was a somebody but the locals didn't care about the foreigner. He died
of an overdose. What did he do? Think he was eating his beloved candy? Died in the pool
of the vacant house in Sherman where his son and the rest of them tried to have a kegger?
The only friends he had were the ones who were always in this house.
Kelso – The kettle head. He loved dogs. Unfortunately everyone knew this. Kelso was
loud and sometimes left the house without his pants on. Too many people knew Kelso
was a doofus, he had a lot of acquaintances in many places, and that's counting all the
women he slept with. But his real friends were the ones who were always in this house.
The random neighborhood tire slashing was a diversion tactic if ever he saw one. He had
to replace 4 tires, 2 on the Toyota and 2 on the Cruiser respectively.
Donna – The one who had some real friends outside of the basement, the girl who was
supposed to go places. But many of her close friends were the ones who were always in
this house not to mention the little romance she had with his son.
They were the ones being targeted. But by whom? Red couldn't finish his thought, it
wasn't really possible, yet it was the only lead he had, and he didn't want it to be true. It
just couldn't be true.
It wasn't adding up, but yet it all started to make some kind of sense in a categorical way.
"Fuck." He muttered into his pillow and for the first time in many years held his wife
close to him waiting for any kind of sleep to stop the rest of his theory from taking shape.
It just couldn't be….