Chapter 10 : Dead Body Man
The unassuming van turned off the interstate and entered Caineville's exit. The driver checked his watch, "it's gotta be enough time now."
Ever the sociopath, Marshall turned on the radio and set the dial to the nearest news radio station. He cranked the radio to a higher volume when he heard the familiar sound of the news station's jingle key up, "this is a News 7 News Minute, because the news is happening now."
In an unnaturally cheery voice an anchorman reported on Marshall's latest adventure as if he were reporting on the pet of the week, "Good Evening, Mort Perkins reporting. Our top story tonight, police and investigators are still trying to figure out how and why somebody stole 2 dead bodies from the Wayne County Morgue a few hours ago. Police said the apparent body thief entered through the basement window. How they eluded security and the alarm system is still a mystery. But what we at News 7 are wondering, what kind of sick fuck would steal 2 dead bodies anyway? Details at 11...*"
Marshall chuckled to himself, "would be? I think I am."
With one hand on the wheel he opened the small door that separated the back of his van from the cab. "Huh my darlings? I found you!"
To be honest, Marshall was only interested in taking home one of them. He was ready the local "singles page" which for him is the obituaries. He saw a picture of a pretty young thing her name was Victoria and she had died suddenly from what Marshall figured it a heart problem. As he read Victoria's obituary over and over he repeated out loud, "you will be mine."
Now, procuring the body was really fucking easy. So easy Marshall almost thought he was dreaming. I grabbed one of the medical examiner's blades to cut himself with to make sure he was awake. When blood flowed he was not only delighted that he wasn't dreaming but he was pretty stoked he had found a new knife.
He found Victoria, along with this mystery Jane Doe, in the freezer. Marshall grabbed the Jane Doe because the information on her tag sounded somewhat familiar to a kill Sid had told him about. How pissed would Sid be if the bitch he sliced up weeks ago ended up in his bed all tuck in? Marshall laughed at the idea and gently bagged up Victoria. He carelessly dragged Jane Doe by her badly dyed blond hair.
Marshall drives to the barn. He keeps Jane Doe in the van and lovingly carries Victoria into the barn, and places her on one of the steel tables. He takes the body out of the bag. Marshall grabs the best, newest and sharpest blades that Ginger has hidden in one of the cabinets to give his demented love the best possible chance of coming out perfect.
Before he gets started, Marshall goes into the van one more time to retrieve supplies he placed in there before. Nothing but the best silk, perfume, formaldehyde, and other materials for his love.
The point here is to make Victoria into a doll. Marshall skillfully makes an incision on her abdomen that is large for him to fit his small hands through. He carefully removes the inner organs through this hole, much like he is mummifying an Egyptian princess.
After the organs a removed he bathes the corpse in formaldehyde, spices and other chemicals in trying to halt the decay process.
There is so much more work needed to be done to make a proper beauty out of Victoria. Formaldehyde and the other chemicals only stops decomposition for so long. Marshall will be constantly experimenting and working on preserving her decaying body. He will lovingly rub her entire body with exotic oils. As he stays awake all night confessing his undying love for her. He has a cache of mortician's wax to reconstruct anything that crumbles away completely. One of the first body parts that will crumble and tear is the vagina, Marshall knows this from experience. He is an inventive pervert. He has fashion a vagina out of a rubber tube that he simply inserts into the corpse.
When Marshall is done with everything he will place her body on his bed curtained with a veil. He will dress her in a wedding dress, it's kind of his kink, and sleep with her every night.
Evenly Victoria won't look human anymore. She will resemble more a love-dummy than a person. She will smell of perfume covering of the overpower stench of death. Her skin will be treated with wax. Her bones held by piano wire. Her sockets void of eyes but stuffed with glass substitutes.
Marshall was eventually pleased with his progress. He carries his new doll outside and gently places her on the grass to sleep for a bit. There is no sound coming from her, she's dead, yet Marshall still playfully puts his finger over his mouth telling her to shush. "Relax."
He leans down and gently kisses her now crusty lips and rubs her cold blue skin. Marshall stares at her with his pale blue eyes, she fascinates him.
He carefully packed Victoria back into her body bag, for the last time, and went to pack up the van.
Far to excited to play pranks, he decides to just set up Jane Doe's body in the barn and send his brother a picture.
He propped her up on a lawn chair and sent a picture message that read, "look familiar?"
Sid sent a reply, "I didn't kill that bitch!"
"Yeah you did when we first got here!"
"No I didn't that bitch was brunette the one you got is blonde. You got the wrong bitch!"
Marshall looked at the screen confused. Does that mean there is another killer here?
*comes from dead body man by icp... Marshall is based on this song