Chapter 4 : Sid's slip up

Note:
This is what Sid gets up to while he returns the car. It's while chapter 3 is happening up before the bold section thats why i put it in again.

Sid stepped out of the cottage. He walked around the other cottages and the neighboring motel. He peered through windows as stealthily as possible but didn't see much. They definitely had neighbors, he will have to make time to find out more about them. All the doors except the office were locked. He went right inside like there was a red carpet rolled out for him. He proceeded to rifle through anything that wasn't nailed down. He found a few knives, a handgun and a black baseball cap. He stole the baseball cap to keep his hair out of his face. He just wanted to know where the guns and knives were kept and put them back were he found them making mental notes. He has his own shit, thats much more sharp anyway. Sid opened more draws and found little baggies of meth, tranquilizer and other hardcore drugs. Sid raised his eyebrows as he read the names of names. No wonder why Marshall was so excited, though Sid was the family sexual deviant if anyone knew how to prepare a meal with this stuff and force feed it to some prom queen it was him. Marshall was more the Ed Gein of the family. He grabbed two baggies, one of meth and one of tranquilizer. One to make the heart beat fast the other to slow it down for when the time is right and he got that sinister urge.

Sid opened the filing cabinet that was in the corner of the office. To his surprise it contained files on what appeared to be the entire town and then some. As Sid pick up a file to read he heard feminine feet coming up the steps toward the office. Sid breathed a calming breath as a cute young brunette entered the door. She jumped when she saw him. He apologized for spooking her and gave her his best angel-face. He introduced himself as new in the motel and she said that her name is Jillian and she works for Devon, in the afternoons.

Sid spoke with Jillian for a few minutes laying the charm on thickly. He had her just were he wanted her. "Listen, darling I've gotta take my car for a little ride. Want come with me for some fresh air?"

"I'd love to, just let me get my bag." Jillian purred. "Wanna grab a bite somewhere?"

"Sure thing. My treat." Sid smiled.

"The Mesa Luna is the only place for miles."

"Well that's where we will go angel."

On the way out Sid let Jillian go ahead of him and grabbed another baggy of meth. The two climbed into the sedan. Sid was practically shaking with anticipation but he played it cool. If there was one thing about him you could never tell what he was thinking. He was always aloof and emotionless. He drove past the restaurant. Jillian pointed it out and Sid said, "you're right I did."

Sid kept driving and Jillian's grew concerned. "Where are you taking me?"

Sid asked cruelly, "what's wrong baby girl? You ain't having fun?"

Her face turned white with fear. Jillian pleaded and screamed, "I want to go home! let me out!"

Sid let out a sinister laugh. Jillian continued to begged trying to make contact with what she thought was the gleam of humanity left in Sid's eyes. That gleam had long since been extinguished and replaced by the reflected fires of hell. She urge, "Please Sid just pull over and let me out of the car. I won't tell anyone. I promise I…"

He cracked up, "The next time someone sees you they'll be discovering your body!"

Jillian fell terrified and silent. She bawled her eyes out and muttered prayer to herself in between faintly pleading for Sid to, "please…let…me…go…"

"Bitch! I am just gettin started!" He cackled. As Sid turned into the road that lead to the deserted canyons her eyes widened and she pleaded as she finally realized her fate. "But I'm gonna let you go. That's half the fun!" Sid roared.

He parked the sedan. Before unlocking the doors he took his buck knife out of his leather biker boots and opened it. Careful not to break eye contact, it's all part of foreplay for him, he waved the knife in front of Jillian's face until he was satisfied she was sufficiently terrified. She screamed and begged for Sid's no existent mercy. Sid harshly grabbed her dark locks and pulled them tightly. He took his buck knife and carved an X on her forehead. Then he reached in his pocket for the baggy of meth. As he poured the power into the wound he rubbed it in, licked his fingers and explained his process, "you see darlin, tonight you're in for a real treat. You ain't about to be butchered by just anyone. You're my first victim in my new home. To celebrate we are gonna have some fun. I learned this little trick from the television. Do you know they have young boys cutting each other up in Africa for nothing? I know how they do it. The turn em to wild animals with this stuff. The trick is you gotta mark em. You gotta make em yours."

Jillian screamed her lungs out. Sid slapped her and slammed her head down on the dashboard a few times till her pretty face was nice and bloody. "Shut your fucking whore mouth!" He snarled like an animal, "Don't you fucken rush me! I said, shut! your! mouth!"

He lifted her head up again and pulled her closer to him so he could lick up the blood and tears that ran down her face. He used his knife once more to cut her cloths off. Sid release his grip on her head. She cowered in the corner of the passengers side. Jillian was now naked trembling and covered blood, tears and running make up.

He was the zen master, he calmly reached in his pocket, fished out a cigarette and lit it. He took a puff and unlocked the doors to allow Jillian to get a good head start. This game is just more fun this way. "Get going you dumb sow!" Sid laughed as he pushed her out of the car. "Go on, run on home now!"

Jillian landed on the lose dirt and sharp rocks that covered the canyon and scraped her knee up a bit. She was emotionally hysterical and disoriented from the drugs. All she wanted to do was get the hell out of there and away from the devil but the drugs had her confused. She wasn't sure which way home was. She knew it was within 5 miles of the canyons, but which way? Does she go straight? Should she turn around? Which way did they come from? What was his name again? She didn't know up from down. Jillian struggled to get to her feet. When she stood, she saw Sid just sitting in the sedan smoking his cigarette and smiling at her. She looked above her as if asking God for a yellow brick road, then turned around and decided to escape.

Sid grinned as Jillian ran deeper into the canyon. That meth shit always fucks them up. He snuffed out his cigarette and opened the sedan door, ready to add some fear into the mix. Nothing brings out the zest for life in a person than meth and murder induced terror. Hopefully Sid had himself a live one.

Like some sort of supernatural fiend, Sid never runs after his victims because where the fuck are they going to go? He stalks her until she's just about spent from running. She trips over a hole and Sid takes this opportunity to gain the upper hand. He firmly grabs her by the nape and lifts her up. As he constricts her air flow he smashes her head against the rocks to disorientate her and to bloody her up more. He tightly squeezes her neck until she's just about blue.

When her candle of life's flame is just about snuffed. Sid grips his buck knife and thrusts it into Jillian's chest, shredding her chest cavity open in one vicious shred.

Sid stayed long enough to watch the blood leak out of Jillian. He stared coldly into her eyes as whats left of her life emptied out through her chest. Before he left, he grabbed her shirt and cleaned off his blade then spat on her lifeless remains.

Sid Holmes returned to a dark and empty house. He immediately picked up his cell phone and called his simple brother, "where in the fuck are you?! You didn't get up to anything did you? Get home now before I come down there and jam my boot in your ass!"

Later Sid hears the front door open and the kitchen sink start to run. He leaves his cave and runs down stairs to chastise his brother for cleaning body parts in the sink, "moron! Ginger ain't gonna like that! She told you not to clean them in the sink!"

"Well she ain't here yet is she?"