Hired Blood

Once again I am feeling the urge to kill, so I hunt through the members list of the groups I am in online and decide that a kid called psycho_shaggy is the one I want to kill. I notice he has an interest in murder and submission and is only 13, but his age does not bother me as I have killed kids around his age before. I message psycho_shaggy in an effort to gain further information about him and develop a bonding with him in order to build up trust (over time).

Time passes from days to weeks and my attempts at manipulating personal information out of him and gain his trust has succeeded. I soon discover that his name is Bryan and that he comes from a wealthy family, is the son of two relatively happy but domineering parents and the brother of two apparently annoying sisters. One is younger at 10 years of age and the other is older at 18. He lives in an attractively large house in the upper-class area of Detroit.

After many a private chat, I also discover Bryan’s darker side. His desire to murder his parents is brought up in conversation several times and the possibility of actually committing the act is discussed in ‘fantasy’ on many occasions. I am now certain his desires are for real and decide to confirm this with a little test of which he passes successfully. Trust has been established (to a certain degree) and it is time to offer my services.

I tell Bryan I would like to meet him in person and after some hesitation, he agrees. We arrange to meet in a private location in order to discuss certain matters more openly. He is initially reluctant to do so, but with some persuasion I assure him that he is in safe hands.

Our conversation soon leads to the murder of his parents and although he was quite eager in our online chats to fulfill this fantasy, his uncertantity is soon showing. Concerns begin to grow at the possibility of becoming a suspect, but I assure him that with a strong alibi he will be safe from incrimination. After further persuasion he relaxes and the murder is discussed in detail. I offer to kill them for a fee, of which he agrees to and with his future alibi firmly in place, all is set in motion. It is agreed that the murder is to take place in five days time.

The days pass slowly with Bryan and I meeting on several occasions to re-affirm that all is still well. With confirmation firmly in place, the day of the murder finally arrives.

With some observation of my own and Bryan’s detailed description of his parents routine, I set up a time frame to work by and wait until everyone has left the house before setting my plans to action.
Hours pass and when the time is right, I quietly enter the house through the back door, carefully punching in the security key I had been given to deactivate the alarm before gaining access. Luckily for me, the house is set on several acres and surrounded by large hedges for added privacy and although I have been informed that it is the gardeners day off and I will be safely alone, experience tells me to remain alert even in the most secure of locations. After one more scan of my surroundings, I enter the house and once again carefully study the details I had been given earlier of it’s interior layout.

The house is a modern designed home with high ceilings and white marble floors. Each room spacious and kept in cleanly order as though it were continually set on display for unexpected guests.

After some investigation of the layout, I choose upon a room that appears to be a guests bedroom and quietly wait for each parent to arrive home. Bryan’s 10 year old sister, Patricia, has dance rehearsals at the local dance studio after school and will not arrive home with her sister until approximately half an hour after their parents. Bryan has conveniently arranged to study at a friends house after school for several hours before arriving home to the ‘scene of the crime’.

Playing the waiting game is one that requires a lot of patience and as time slowly ticks away, I carefully re-enact in my mind each scene of the murders that are about to take place. My anticipation and excitement heightens with the knowledge that the time to kill is drawing closer.

Finally the time arrives as I hear a car pull into the driveway and park in the garage. I am now standing behind the door in the kitchen that opens to the garage with a hammer in my hand. It is the father who has arrived home first from a long day at the law firm in which he owns and works at. He is a short, but relatively stocky man and must be taken out quickly in order to avoid any possible complications.

The father opens the door to the kitchen and is momentarily shocked to see me standing there, hammer in hand. I quickly bring the hammer down hard on his head cracking his skull. Knocked unconscious from the blow, he falls to the floor with a thud. I remove him from the doorway as best I can, but he is extremely heavy and dragging him that short distance has taken up almost all of my energy. It is a good thing the mother will not arrive home for another 20 minutes.

To make sure the father is completely dead, I grab the hammer and smash his head in with it several more times. There is blood and brains flying everywhere and the sight of it excites me, but I know I must not get too carried away. The mother will be home soon…

I once again wait by the garage door, but this time I have chosen to grab a cord from out my ‘bag of tools’. There is just something exciting about strangulation.

Twenty minutes has passed and still no car. For a fleeting moment I begin to panic wondering if I had stuffed up on the times. I continue to wait though, maybe she is running late. Five more minutes pass and finally there is the sound of a car approaching in the driveway. Desperately hoping it is the mother and not some unexpected visitor, I continue to wait. The sound of the electronic garage door opening relaxes me and I stand by the kitchen door, once again ready to attack my unsuspecting prey.

The mother is an elegant woman with auburn hair, long sexy legs and a curvacious, yet slight build. She is not much shorter than her husband. Working as a well-respected psychologist, it is clear to see who wears the pants in the family. The thought of killing her excites me even more and I wait in eager anticipation for the sound of the knob being turned in the garage/kitchen door.

I watch as the knob turns and get ready to attack. The door opens and in she steps before she is even aware that I have raised the cord and pulled it tightly around her neck. She has not had a chance to scream and desperately pulls at the cord on her neck trying to catch her breath. I pull harder and it takes several minutes before the bitch finally collapses. I lean her against the wall in a sitting position and quickly check the time on my watch before applying a plastic bag over her head and again tightening the cord around her neck. I strangle and suffocate her at the same time for several minutes before releasing the cord and checking her pulse. She is dead and my work is done, but I am still experiencing the rush from each kill and decide that a nice little surprise for both of Bryan’s sisters is in order. After all, if you’re gonna kill the parents, you may as well kill the whole family and be done with it!

Both sisters are slim and attractive girls. Such a treat for a good days work.

Half hour later and the sisters arrive home entering through the front door. The youngest one, Patricia, appears moody and immediately races upstairs to her bedroom. Anna, the eldest, heads to the kitchen in order to grab a snack. Just as she is about to step around the entryway to the kitchen, I grab her quickly, placing the rag of chloroform I am holding over her mouth and nose. She passes out and I grab some rope from my bag, quickly shoving a gag in her mouth and tying her wrists and ankles together. I sit her on a kitchen chair and secure her to it in order to avoid her making too much movement when she awakes. When I am finished I head upstairs to the little sisters bedroom.

She has her door closed and her music up loud. Knife in hand, I decide to knock loudly on the door, pretending that I am one of her family members in order to surprise her. She doesn’t answer and so I knock again in slight frustration at her ignorance. Beyond the door, I hear her music being turned down and footsteps as she approaches. I get ready… She opens the door, peering into the hallway. I am standing beside the door frame and as soon as she sees me, I ram the blade into her eye. She screams and steps backwards, stumbling, falling. Trying to pull the knife out, but the pain has weakened her attempt. She screams yet again and then collapses on the floor, falling silent. I walk up to her still, dead body and pull the blade out of her eye. I smile at my work and remember the other sister, still tied up and waiting downstairs. That one will be my favourite. Her death is one that will definitely be worth waiting for.

I walk downstairs, pleased with how well everything is going and notice the little bitch is just waking up. I slap her face and her eyes widen in fear. Noticing the bloodied knife in my hand and her parents dead in the corner of the kitchen floor, she tries to scream and struggle out of her restraints. I notice her small, tender breasts jiggling as she struggles… I am excited by the sight of her. I slap her again, harder and order her to shut the fuck up if she wants to survive this little ordeal. She cries out in pain and continues to cry as I grab a chair, sitting on it back to front in front of her, while calmly telling her what is happening…

“Look at you. You’re pathetic crying there like that. Stop crying. If you can shut up long enough I’ll tell what the situation is here. (she stops crying but continues to sniffle). Your parents and little sister are dead, so crying out to them is not going to help.”

She cries again, hope fading at the sound of her families death.

“Shut the fuck up before I hit you again! This is what’s gonna happen. You’re going to sit there quietly while we wait for your brother to arrive home…”

Hearing that her brother is not dead, a spark of hope appears in her eyes.

“Forget about your brother helping you. He planned this whole thing. That’s right. You’re lovely little brother there told me how much he wanted your dear parents dead and so naturally, I obliged. (a smile playing on my lips). But you’re brother has a surprise in store for him, doesn’t he now... Yeah, one could say he made a real killer of a deal. (grinning).”

I get off the chair and walk over, removing the gag from Anna’s mouth. She immediately spits on my face, yelling out in anger, “You sick, twisted fuck! You won’t get away with this. My brother will get you and then you’ll regret ever having met us!”

Wiping the spit from my cheek, I turn my hand into a fist and punch the bitch in the face, “You stupid, fucking whore! You’re turn is coming".

I sit back down on the chair, facing her… ”Didn’t you hear a goddamn thing I said?! You’re brother hired me to kill your family! Except in his plans, only your parents were to be murdered. I took it upon myself to kill your little sister as well" (smiling as I say it).

Anna appears angry and disgusted at me, “How could you do that? How can you kill people like that and… and… My little sister was only 10 years old and you just took her whole life away from her… How could you do that? How?... My parents…” She starts crying and lowers her head as if all is lost. I look at her, feeling nothing. She is nothing to me. I don’t care about her family. Killing her is the only thought running through my head.

“Why don’t you just sit there and shut up. We’ve got awhile to wait before your brother gets home. If you keep talking, I may just have to shut you up a lot sooner than planned and you can bet your ass, whatever pain you’ve felt in the past will be nothing compared to what I will do to you!”

She continues to cry and as time passes, she slowly goes quiet, just sitting there watching me as I make myself something to eat.

“I hope you choke on it!” She yells as I take a bite out of a freshly made sandwich. I turn to look at her and am about to say something when I hear a car drive up to the house, the sound of a car door shutting and voices outside. The sound of the car fades as it is being driven away. I grab my gun out of my bag and turn to Anna, shoving the gag back in her mouth. I then place my hand over her mouth, leaning down to speak in her ear, “shhh, make a sound and I’ll kill you right here and now. You got that?”

She nods her head, renewed fear in her eyes for fear that her brother will be killed also. Hoping desperately that her brother will save her and the nightmare will end, well, for her anyway. Too late to help her sister and parents.

I walk out to the entrance way and wait beside the door as the knob turns and Bryan enters. He is surprised to see me and then realises why I would still be there. He attempts to run back out the door, but I point the gun to his head and tell him to stop right there or I’ll blow his fucking head off! He stops and walks back inside.

Still holding the gun to his head, I push the door shut behind us and lead him into the kitchen. He looks on in fear at the sight of his parents dead on the floor and sister, sitting tied to the kitchen chair, “What the fu...” I hit him hard over the head with the butt of the gun and he collapses to the floor. His sister screams through the gag and starts crying. I yell at her, “Didn’t I tell you to shut up!” She looks at me and quietens down, crying to herself.

I drag her brother over to the kitchen chair I had been sitting on earlier, face it to the front and pull him up onto it. I tie some rope around his waist first to stop him from falling off the chair, then proceed to tie his wrists and ankles. I then place a rope around his neck and tighten it gently, just enough to cause slight strain on his neck, tying it behind him to the wooden piece connecting the legs towards the bottom of the chair at the back of it. Once secured, I slap him awake. He begins to stir, groaning at the pain in his head. “Wake up Bryan. We’ve got work to do.” Bryan opens his eyes, still groggy from being knocked out, “Wh… what are you talking about?”

Killer (me): “Bryan, you and I are gonna play a little game”

Bryan: “what game?”

Killer (smiling): “Let’s just say it’s a little game I like to play called… ‘simon says’. I’m sure you’ve heard of it. But in this case it’s… 'Demon says'. Whatever I tell you to do to your sexy sis here, you'll do it.” (smiling wickedly)

Bryan: "Please don't ask me to hurt her... Please..."

Killer: "Oh Bryan, Bryan, Bryan, that's all part of our game. In this game, I make the rules and You WILL do as I say! You got that?!"

Bryan (yelling): “I won’t do it! You can’t make me hurt her! I’ll kill you before I ever hurt her!! This was not part of the deal!”

Anna who is already terrified, looks at Bryan in shock: “Bryan… please... please tell me you aren't apart of this!”

Bryan looks at Anna and explains the whole thing, the initial meeting between he and myself and the plan to kill his parents. Anna is shocked and disgusted and starts yelling at Bryan for his stupidity.

Killer: “Enough! Shut up the two of you! Bryan, you’re gonna do as I say or I will kill the bitch myself, but not before gutting her alive… you hear me!”

Bryan (angry): “Fuck you!”

I walk over to the chair Bryan is sitting on and pull hard on the rope behind him that is around his neck. He begins to choke and struggles to catch his breath, “o..okay… I… I’ll do it” (choking sounds). I release the rope and allow him to breathe again. Bryan sits there choking and gasping for air.

Killer: “You better fucking believe you’ll do it! Now, I’m going to untie you. Do anything foolish and you’ll regret it!”

I cut Anna’s clothes off her, noticing her slender body, gentle hips and the soft mounds of her small breasts. This arouses me, but I clear my head of such thoughts. This is no time for taking my mind off the task at hand. I then untie Bryans ropes, with his sister watching on in fear, aware of her impending death, yet hoping beyond hope that Bryan will somehow still protect her from this living nightmare.

I hold the gun to his head and tell him to stand. I then order him to hurt his sister in various ways. Suffocating and strangling her repeatedly at my command. Heating up a kettle and pouring hot water on her delicate, pink pussy, making her scream in agonising pain. I order him to suck on her breasts and notice his erection at the prospect of doing this. I smile and tell him, I bet he has wanted this for a long time. He looks at me in disgust trying to hide his erection in the process. He leans down and begins sucking on her nipples, gagging at the knowledge that it is his sister he is doing it to. I tell him to bite hard on her nipples and he does. She screams again and squirms in the chair trying to pull her body away from his mouth, but to no success. He bites her again and this time each nipple is bitten completely off. She is screaming and crying and I notice Bryan has orgasmed while doing it.

I start laughing at the sight of him, “Oh yes! I can see how much this is exciting you! Now excite me and kill the bitch!!”

I hand him my knife. He is reluctant to take it, but I force it into his hand and order him to stab her in the neck. He looks at the knife and is immediately aware of the possibility of using the weapon on me. I can see that predator look in his eyes as I have had it in my own many times before and remind him of just how easy it would be to shoot him in the head if he tries anything foolish. Thinking about the gun has made Bryan rethink about his next move and he reluctantly turns to his sister, approaching her slowly and apologising for what he is about to do.

Her head is lowered and she is crying quietly to herself, “It’s okay Bryan... It’s okay”. Tears well in his eyes as he raises the knife above his head and rams it down hard into the side of her neck. Her body arches against it’s restraints as the knife enters, she screams one long piercing scream before choking on her own blood. The choking ends and she slumps forward in the chair… death has finally arrived.

Bryan wipes his eyes and after smiling at him, I tell him that I am impressed and order the knife back. He pulls it out of Anna’s neck and hands it back to me. I order him to kneel on the floor in front of me and he does. He looks up at me and says, “Why? Why did you do this… you killed my whole family!!”. I look down at him and speak to him as though he is nothing more than an object.
“Because I can...”

He looks at me as though seeing me for the very first time and I place my hand on the top of his head, pushing it forward and slightly down. I walk behind him and while he is kneeling before me, I reach around with my knife and slit his throat…

With all the family now dead, I clean my blade and place it back in my bag along with the gun. I take one final look around, satisfied that I have achieved my goal. Before I leave, I carefully place a photo of Bryan's family in my bag also to keep as a trophy and attach a note to his body, signing it with my own special signiture for the cops to find. My work is now done and I leave, feeling an aura of contentment as I walk out the back door.

Holding my trophy, I smile as I read in the papers the next day… “Phantom Serial Killer Strikes Again!” knowing that I have once again left my mark on the world.