Chapter 9 : The Devil

Properly disposing of a body takes too damn long. One has to be so careful and scientific or else there will be valuable clues left over. If this was one of Sid's personal victims he wouldn't have bothered. Since the student died for the family Sid disposes of the remains while Marshall gets that artistic work started. Sid uses a machete to chop the body into small, manageable pieces. He then places the separate parts in a porcelain tub they bought especially for this purpose.

All of Sid's chemistry background comes into practice as she uses household cleaners, mostly Drain-O, to dissolve the body. Drain-O is a corrosive substance and it burns through the tissue, organs and soft bones rather quickly.

Lastly Sid places the pieces of unidentifiable parts in a makeshift crematorium and lights it ablaze. He hates this part. It is so boring. In order to reduce human remains to ashes one has to burn a body at a constant high temperature for 12 hours with stopping. Who has that time on a night when he could be hunting. This is why when other killers burn bodies it's never the perfect crime.

After tending the fire for a good hour Sid looks over at Marshall's progress. Marshall's only responsibility tonight was to masuration process stared. Marshall had a fish tank sized beetle habitat to clean the bones. He was covering up the tank when Sid asked him, "how long is that going take?"

"There's about 100 caper beetles in there so about 8 hours, then I just have to bleach them."

"Can you what this fire? I need to be out."

"I think I'm supposed to go home and check on Malachy."

"He's fine. He is a Holmes. He knows the rules."

"Fine."

Sid went to leave before Marshall could change his mind. He went over to the cabinet that they keep the drugs in and pulled out a vial of a substance with a homemade label on it. Sid grabbed a syringe squeezed in 30 CCs of the mysterious liquid and stuck a cap on the end of it.

Marshall looked over his shoulders, "you know you're not suppose to party with that stuff. It's for art only."

"I make the shit. I'll do what I want."

"If someone gives one of your whores a blood test and they find that shit in their veins Ginger is going to be pissed."

"Oh yeah? Fuck her!" Sid marched off in the direction of the barn door.

Sid was outside the AutoShop hot-wiring a random truck like he has started to do every night for a hunting vehicle. Quickly after being hired he noticed that Mac doesn't have an security guarding the place, no surveillance, not even a guard dog. This is the perfect place to do evil things in.

He knows better than to go to the Luna Mesa, is too close to home not to mention Ginger is there. He drives not to the next town over but to the town next to that. He drives around that town for 10 minutes searching for the shittiest and dumpiest bar in town.

Sid pulls his hair out of his face as he parks his truck out in the darkest section of the seedy parking lot of The Pit. The Pit is definitely tonight's winner for town shit-hole waves of scum radiate from this bar like flies from shit.

Before he gets out of the truck he takes the syringe out of this pocket and hides it in the glove-box. As the doors to the The Pit open Sid is great to a cloud of smoke and the smell of stale booze and country folk. The jute box is playing some bullshit country song about a red cup. There are a couple of locals sitting on one end of the bar and one lonely old drinker on the other end nursing his beer. The only pool table is surrounded by rowdy good 'ol boys who upon seeing Sid enter narrow their eyes at the newcomer. On the sad excuse for a dance floor Sid spots what he came here for a group of about 5 females all dressed in their best attempt at procuring a one night stand were rubbing up against each other.
Sid orders a whiskey from the bar tender who is also eying him cautiously. Sid gives his best seduce the local smile and asks, "you don't take kindly to strangers do you?"

The bar tender answers him, "we just don't get to many tourists in these parts."

"I ain't no tourist. I live over in Caineville." The bar tender nods and pours Sid a shot of whiskey. Sid continues, "you know haus everyone is so afraid of the stranger, the tourist you know the big bad wolf that they never see the danger that is right in front of their face."

Sid downs the shot in one gulp. "Another." The bar tender pours him another shot as Sid says sincerely, "the world is a fucked up place. I think I'll take a beer now."

Sid takes his beer over to a booth that is closer to the dance floor. He makes no secret that he's watching and admiring the local ladies. That is all part of his plan. If he keeps smirking and smiling at them they will come to him, it doesn't hurt that he is extremely good-looking. It didn't take long for open of them to take the bait. Sid watched as one of them dragged her friends behind her for support.

She walked over to Sid, "Hey there! I'm Ashlie and these are my sorority sisters."

Sid's smiled deviously, "sorority sisters ehh? I'm Sid."

Sid spent the next 2 hours buying Ashlie drinks and winning her trust and the trust of her sisters. Ashlie was tall and curvy. Her hair was badly dyed blond with her chestnut roots showing through. Her skin was covered with comical tattoos. It was like she was going for Betty-badass but ended up being a cartoon-clown. She spoke about absolutely nothing with such a maddening passion. Sid couldn't remember the last time he had met a more annoying person. Eventually he had her where he wanted her. He asked "You want to get out of here?"

She answered seductively, "Sure I just have to go grab my letters. I'll be right back."

Sid swallow the rest of his beer. Ashlie came holding a sweatshirt with her Greek Organization's alpha symbols on it. Ever the gentleman, Sid offered to carry it for her. Ashlie accepted and they walked towards Sid's truck. Sid even opened the door for Ashlie before he climbed into the driver's side.

He drove back toward Caineville, mentally tuning out Ashlie's concerned questions. "Where are we going? Where are we? Sid can you hear me?"

Normally he would smack the bitch but for this particular game he needs his playmate to be as calm as possible, otherwise the stuff will work to quick and where is the fun in that? Sid answers in the sweet voice of the devil "Didn't I tell you hunny I live in Caineville?"

With a smirk he asks, "you trust me right beautiful?"

Ashlie smiles and nods.

Sid takes the turn into a back road that leads into the vacant canyons. He shuts his lights off because he knows where he is going. "I place is just ahead I don't want to wake up my roommate he is a lite sleeper."

Sid drives till he is positive he is surround by nothingness in all directions and parks his truck. Ashlie believes that they are parked outside Sid's place. They're parked in the isolated red desert. She is completely unaware as she hops out of the truck and asks Sid, "which way to the house?"

Sid opens the glove box and reaches for something that she can't make out because of the enveloping darkness. "I parked the truck so you just have to walk straight darlin."

"It's so dark." Ashlie walked slowly with her hands out in front of her. "I wish we had a flashlight."

"Why? You afraid of the devil or something goin get you in the dark?" Sid teased.

"That's not funny! I can't see a thing!" Ashlie felt a pinch and a sting on her leg. "Oowww! What was that?"

"What was what?" Sid's voice sounded closer than before.

"Something bit my leg?"

"You sure?"

"Yes!" Ashlie could feel her feet go numb. Terrified she screamed, "I can't feel my feet!"

"Good than it work!" Sid shouted gladly. He flicked on a flashlight and shined it on a
Ashlie, admiring his work.

"What?" Ashlie asked from the ground. Her ankles no longer functioned.

Sid bent down to Ashlie's level. She could feel his hot breath on her face. It smelt of whiskey, cigarettes and the sour smell of something else that Ashlie thought was just the smell of evil. "That's a new vial. I haven't mixed in a while. I like to test it before my sister uses it. We wouldn't want one of her projects waking up would we?"

Ashlie started shaking like a rag doll. Sid laughed at how pathetic she looked, "come on I thought you sorority girls are supposed to be the feminist type. Kick my ass! Kick. My. Ass. KICK MY ASS!"

"Leave me alone you fucken creep!" Ashlie growled as mean as she could.

"Is that all you got? Listen! The stuff I put in you will slowly paralyze you. I can tell your legs are gone best get crawling missy!"

Ashlie looked down with a look of dread. She started using her arms to pull her self. Sid was close behind her the entire time taunting and laughing at her. She made it about 30 feet till drug reached her pelvis. Once her middle was numb it was a hell of a lot harder to pull herself because she seemed to weigh a lot more. "You thirsty missy?" Sid mocked as she struggled.

"I bet you're thirsty." He asserted. Sid unzipped his fly, took himself out and relieved himself all over Ashlie's face laughing the entire time.

"You sick fuck!" Ashlie snapped as she gagged and spit.

"Naw missy, I'm the devil. I'm your worst fucken nightmare!" As he said the last bit he slap Ashlie so hard her ears rang. "Now fucken move! I know exactly how long that shit is gonna take and it ain't time to give up yet!"
"Please," Ashlie begged with tears in her eyes, "don't kill me. I'll do anything. Just let me go home. I wanna go home."

Sid yawned. "I know you will. If you do as I say maybe I will let you go home."

Ashlie thought that was a promise. She swallowed hard and dragged her body another 20 feet until exhausted, weighed down from the drug in her system and delirious with pain she just couldn't fight anymore. She collapsed on the desert floor, a broken pile of defeat.

Sid walked up behind her and looked down at the poor excuse for a fighter she had become. He kicked her legs and torso with his boots because though the drug cause the patient to be paralyzed they can still feel every thing that's happening. Ashlie let out a small pained groan. Sid pull out the sweatshirt he was holding and wrapped in around her neck and twisted it in the back, "That's just not going to work for me!"

He sat down hard on her back crushing some ribs and making her breathing more shallow. He choked her close to the point of losing consciousness then revived her again and again. Though she could not scream her eyes were wide with fear, her face was saturated with tears and Sid couldn't get enough.

At the worst time Sid's cellphone went off. It was a text message from Marshall that said COME HOME NOW.
Suddenly needing to get this done and over with Sid reached in his pant's pocket for his knife. He used the knife to shred Ashlie's clothing off of her broken body.

Sid unzipped his pants and quickly pulled them down by his ankles. He laid his rock hard body over her. In one rough thrust he was inside her. His sharply pumped into her as her held on to the sweatshirt tightly strangling her for real this time. His rhythm was animatistic and savage. Once the last breath escaped Ashlie's broken body and her dead eyes roll back into her skull he spilled his embalming injection into her. As soon as Sid's breathing had returned to normal he pulled himself out and cleaned his dick off with the cloths that Ashlie no longer had a use for. He calmly pulled his pants up, zipped up and headed for his truck leaving Ashlie there to be forgotten. Like a used condom on a campus.