Archive-name: The.Killer

From: ce017@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Oleg Kogan)

Subject: A sex/murder story: THE KILLER

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

Note: The characters, subjects and ideas presented in this story are fictional
and exist wholly within the author's imagination.

Going into the twelve grade, to Mayfield High, meant another painful year for Stacey. No one in the school seemed to understand her, she had no friends. Even when growing up, kids always teased her. Stacey wasn't like any other girl, she always wanted to be like a boy. And what really alarmed her parents , was that from an early age she loved weapons. Once then she was five, she took a knife and poked her mom's cat's eye out, after that she set the half blind hairbag(cat)on fire.
At the age of six, she showed an interest in karate and boxing. She was suspended at seven yrs old, from her karate class after braking her karate teacher's jaw in the ring.
So it wasn't unusual for her to be the bully in her school, and not to have any friends.
It was Stacey's cousin's party, she came there wearing the black, ripped pans and brown leather jacket. Every one looked at her like she was a nut, laddies where dressed in beautiful dresses and men in tuxedo's. It was not a surprise then Bearnie came up to her and said:"Do you think that this is fucking McDonald? Coming here dressed like this. "But she couldn't even hear a word he is saying, her gray eyes were tightly focused on the boy across the room. He was playing violin, and was the only one who wasn't pointing a finger at her. All of a sudden he turned around and looked at her with his brown eyes, they looked at each other for a long moment. At that point they knew that they were made for each other.
Later, after party, he pulled the car up to the front door of the party room. Stacey never talked to him at the party, but somehow she knew to wait there for him.
He got out of the car, came up to her, and without saying a word kissed her. It was a French kiss, she could feel his tongue brushing against her's. He then grabbed her tightly, and pulled to his body. Stacey felt his one hand grabbing her breast and other her ass. She wrapped her legs around him, and he carried her to the car.
It was a bright, sunny morning. Stacey could hear birds singing through the open window.
She turned around, and saw a guy next to her, his long black hair touching her shoulder.
"I just fucked him, and I don't even know his name. "Stacey thought to her self.
All of the sudden she saw a face in the bed room window. Stacey rushed to the window. On the street she saw a figure of her brother Mike running away. Around his neck she noticed her dad's camera.
"Shit, this asshole took pictures of us!"She screamed in anger. When she turned around, her lover was still asleep. Stacey ran to the bad, and pulled his hair so hard, that it sent him flying off the bed. "What the hell did you do that for?", he screamed in pain. "It's time to get your ass out of the bed, my brother took pictures of us. If he shows them to the police we could go to jail. We are not allowed to have sex before 18 years old. "What's your fucking name, by the way?"she asked. "It's Casher, Steve Casher. "
After the end of the discussion, Steve opened the door and threw her out, her clothes went flying after her. "You better go take care of your brother, " he screamed. "You were a great fuck, but I don't need you with your problems. "
"Nobody treats me like this, and you will be sorry for what you did to me. "Stacey screamed back. And with the anger and tears in her eyes she slowly started to walk home.

By the time Stacey got to her house, it was almost 8:00 p.m. She had it all figured out, in her evil, psychopath mind. At first she would kill her brother, despite that she hated him from the early age, ( parents loved him more then her, and considered him smarter ) now after he had her life in the palm of his hand, Stacey was filled with the fire of hatred to him. But deep inside her, she knew that the target of her hate was Steve.
Stacey looked at the clock again, which was standing on top of the stereo that Mike sold her a couple of weeks ago for fifty bucks. It was five minutes after three, "No, it's too risky" she said to her self. "He might still be playing with the fucking modem that he just bought for his computer. Just earlier I couldn't call Tanya ( her only friend ) and tell her about how dad yelled at Mike at the dinner table after he, Mike, picked up a piece of meat with his hands, and how awesome were the guns and knives at Richmond mall.
Stacey glanced at the clock once more, it was 3:20 now. She carefully rose from her waterbed, picked up the big knife, which was shining with sharpness, and slowly started to her bedroom door. When she opened it, she could see that his door was half open, Mike was sitting behind his computer, and typing something on the bright blue screen. He was so busy with his writing, that he didn't even notice how Stacey entered his room, and rose the knife above his head. Before killing him, she turned her head and looked at his room. "What a mess, does he ever clean up this pigs barn?", Stacey thought. The next thing she knew was that she was driving a sharp pointy knife in to Mike's neck with all her strength.

His blackhaired head was resting on the keyboard. There was a couple of red stains on the monitor and around the desk. Stacey dipped her finger into the pool of blood under Mike's head, and tasted it. "Oh yes, I always wanted to taste the fucker's blood", she thought with joy she couldn't conceal.
Suddenly she felt that something was wrong, she stood there for a moment, in the dark, all alone, and then she realized that killing Mike wasn't enough for her. She needed something more, something she couldn't resist of doing and that was to kill Steve.
First she had to go by her parents, where they were sleeping peacefully in their bedroom. If she would leave them alive (she hated them in the beginning) they might make an evidence against her.
She slowly started towards their bedroom, then suddenly a scream was heard from underneath her feet, and something jerked off. In a matter of second Stacey pulled out a knife and cut across the air. The head of the poor Ralph was scattered on the floor with guts all over. There was not even a blink in her eyes, which showed how cold hearted she was.
After she was done with the animal, she slowly started toward her parent's room. It wasn't an easy thing to do, even a little noise would set her parent's from a long dreams to an angry discussion with their daughter (it was a little unusual to be wandering around in the empty, dark house at four o'clock in the morning). So, there she was, standing one step from the parents bedroom door. The blood was dripping from the knife. Suddenly she heard a strange noise, it was a noise of a cracking bed, and heavy breathing. Then, another voice followed. "Ah yes, yes, more, more, bring it in, that's good. "
She thought about the noise for a moment, she couldn't think of a logical explanation for the phenomina that occured in the bedroom. It was the thing she never heard or experienced before. She realized that she was standing there long enough.
She slowly turned the knob of the door, so no sound came out. Then she leaned on it, and it went flying open. She decided that she had nothing to loose, but time. She bend a little in her knees and jumped inside the room.
Next thing she knew, she was in the room, and what she saw in it was unbelievable and inexpressible.
Her father was on top of the woman, first she didn't realize it, but in a flash it came to her. The woman underneath her dad wasn't who she thought it was, it wasn't her mom.
At first she didn't see the woman's face, but then her father turned over with a joy on his face, she realized that the lady in bed was Steve's mom.
She didn't think twice, Stacey jumped into bed with the quickness and anger of a wild cat, and stunned a bloody knife in her dad's throat, the poor bastard didn't even have time to scream. Then she turned around and with a passion to kill the bitch, but there was no one there. And she just heard a wind blowing through now open front door.
I can't let this bitch get away, she thought. Stacey jumped from the bed, which was covered with blood, rushed through the open door out on the street. It was dark outside but in the moonlight she could still see the shadow of a woman darting across the Lander road. At first Stacey started running after her, but then she said to herself, "Why the fuck am I running? I can use my dad's car. "
With the speed of a racket she charged after the lady. In a couple of moments the car was behind the running woman, in another split of a second she sent the woman's body flying toward the garbage can near by. She immediately stopped the car. Stacey opened the door and ran toward the lady who was lying on the sidewalk.
When she got to the scene, she almost threw up. The half naked woman's breast was scattered all over the garbage can, and a ripped off nipple was lying near by. One of her eyeballs was only connected to her head by the thin red nerve. "Now I am done with her. " she thought, and started toward the car, suddenly in the corner of her eye Stacey saw that one of woman's fingers move. Before giving it any thought she pulled out, and threw the knife which landed right in the woman's mouth.
"Finally that I am done with that bitch, I can go for the target. Steve. " Stacey said to herself and walked to the car.
She was driving along the Mayfield road, she looked at the clock. It was past five thirty. "I have to get the sucker before the end of the night. "she thought. Suddenly Stacey jammed on the brakes, "fuck!!!" she screamed, "I forgot my knife and I don't have any weapons!" Its time to go shopping, and I love shopping!"
Five minutes later she crawled out of the broken window of the store that had a big sign, read-"Weapons for your needs". In her right hand she was holding a . 55mm gun, out of the corner of her pocket was sticking out a huge knife, and on her shoulder she carried a big bazooka.
She just pulled out of the store's parking lot, and was driving to the Steve's house. Then she realized that there were a dozen police cars behind her. Stacey jammed on the gas so hard that the car roared and charged forward. She noticed that the arrow was pointing to the 85mile mark on the speed scale of the car. "
" Can't this piece of shit go any faster?!!" she yelled with anger. "I can't fuck around with them at this shity speed. " Stacey then turned into one of the small streets from Mayfield road and turned off the lights of the car. She got out of the car, and pointed her bazooka in the direction where the police cars were coming from.

THANKS (Naughty smile)


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