liveyoungdiefast
August 13th, 2009, 10:30 PM
An original by me.
1AM, the first hour of October 31st. Dave was driving his truck down the highway, though it was not his shift and he was not being paid. Mid 30’s, isolated, alone, and with no real future ahead, Dave’s truck driving job got him by. But he enjoyed another thing besides work. The highways spanning the Northwest were his hunting ground, and outside of Portland there was the best and easiest prey – hitchhikers. He made his first kill a few weeks ago, and the ecstasy of taking a life drove him to go out and do it again. And tonight, he knew, would not be the last time. After all, a trucker down the late night highway, picking up people who no one even knows, taking them to an abandoned rest stop to have some fun, he was completely safe.
And he found the prey, the young woman at the edge of mile marker 34. She was a brunette, thin, not over the age of 18, and standing all alone waiting for a ride. He pulled over and opened his door. She walked up to his truck with a smile on her face. “Need a ride, where you headed?” said Dave in the friendliest voice he could. The girl smiled and said back “Wherever you want to drop me off, I’m just moving along”. ‘Perfect’, Dave thought to himself and smiled once again. The young woman was silent for the first 10 minutes of the ride. Dave thought he should make things seem normal, so he tried to come up with something to say “No moon at all tonight… people say crazy shit happens when the full moon is out. What happens when there’s no moon?” The woman’s eyes glowed as she responded “Darkness…” and she reached in to her bag and continued “I have vodka… I’m sure you want some.” Dave looked back at her and asked “Straight?” The woman put her hand on Dave’s arm and said kindly “Oh, I’m sure you can handle it.” With one arm on the wheel, Dave used his other arm to open her bottle and take a healthy sized shot. The burn he expected came inside of his throat, but a calming feeling came over him. Things would be good tonight, he thought.
Dave parked his truck at his secret place. He expected a bad reaction from his passenger, but she calmly got out of the truck and waited for him to lead her inside. “This is too fucking easy” he thought, looking back to his victim before, who kicked and screamed and cut a scar along the edge of his mouth before Dave’s fun began. But this girl would be fun, Dave thought that he may not even have to struggle with her for sex, and that the kill could be unexpected and unstoppable. They entered the building, and Dave flipped a switch on. The girl smiled as Dave took another few drinks of his vodka. Dave set the bottle down on the table and went into the backroom to get a rope; he wondered to himself what the hell could possibly be wrong with this girl to not see anything wrong with a trucker taking her to an abandoned building. He thought to himself “I’d almost feel bad about something so easy…. Yeah right.” He came back out with his rope quietly, and at the right moment wrapped it around her neck, using the other end to tie her hands together. The adrenaline rush of the moment prevented Dave from realizing that she still wasn’t struggling. She looked up at him, still with a smile “Oh… kinky.” Dave forcefully undressed her but she remained calm… “Maybe she’s a mental case” he thought to himself. He didn’t know and really couldn’t care. But at the moment where Dave was about to start, he began coughing violently, and noticed blood on his hands. He backed up against the wall. And then he felt his eyes tear up, and his vision turned red as blood seared out of his eyes. And then he looked down through burning eyes to see he was bleeding out of all of the pores in his skin. He coughed more, crying blood, with no idea at all what was happening to him. The girl had undone her own ropes binding her, walked up to Dave, gave him a kiss on his lips, and then turned around and began walking away. Dave yelled out at her “Where the fuck are you going?” The girl smiled again and casually whispered “To find another man… One who will stay alive at least long enough to have sex.”
1AM, the first hour of October 31st. Dave was driving his truck down the highway, though it was not his shift and he was not being paid. Mid 30’s, isolated, alone, and with no real future ahead, Dave’s truck driving job got him by. But he enjoyed another thing besides work. The highways spanning the Northwest were his hunting ground, and outside of Portland there was the best and easiest prey – hitchhikers. He made his first kill a few weeks ago, and the ecstasy of taking a life drove him to go out and do it again. And tonight, he knew, would not be the last time. After all, a trucker down the late night highway, picking up people who no one even knows, taking them to an abandoned rest stop to have some fun, he was completely safe.
And he found the prey, the young woman at the edge of mile marker 34. She was a brunette, thin, not over the age of 18, and standing all alone waiting for a ride. He pulled over and opened his door. She walked up to his truck with a smile on her face. “Need a ride, where you headed?” said Dave in the friendliest voice he could. The girl smiled and said back “Wherever you want to drop me off, I’m just moving along”. ‘Perfect’, Dave thought to himself and smiled once again. The young woman was silent for the first 10 minutes of the ride. Dave thought he should make things seem normal, so he tried to come up with something to say “No moon at all tonight… people say crazy shit happens when the full moon is out. What happens when there’s no moon?” The woman’s eyes glowed as she responded “Darkness…” and she reached in to her bag and continued “I have vodka… I’m sure you want some.” Dave looked back at her and asked “Straight?” The woman put her hand on Dave’s arm and said kindly “Oh, I’m sure you can handle it.” With one arm on the wheel, Dave used his other arm to open her bottle and take a healthy sized shot. The burn he expected came inside of his throat, but a calming feeling came over him. Things would be good tonight, he thought.
Dave parked his truck at his secret place. He expected a bad reaction from his passenger, but she calmly got out of the truck and waited for him to lead her inside. “This is too fucking easy” he thought, looking back to his victim before, who kicked and screamed and cut a scar along the edge of his mouth before Dave’s fun began. But this girl would be fun, Dave thought that he may not even have to struggle with her for sex, and that the kill could be unexpected and unstoppable. They entered the building, and Dave flipped a switch on. The girl smiled as Dave took another few drinks of his vodka. Dave set the bottle down on the table and went into the backroom to get a rope; he wondered to himself what the hell could possibly be wrong with this girl to not see anything wrong with a trucker taking her to an abandoned building. He thought to himself “I’d almost feel bad about something so easy…. Yeah right.” He came back out with his rope quietly, and at the right moment wrapped it around her neck, using the other end to tie her hands together. The adrenaline rush of the moment prevented Dave from realizing that she still wasn’t struggling. She looked up at him, still with a smile “Oh… kinky.” Dave forcefully undressed her but she remained calm… “Maybe she’s a mental case” he thought to himself. He didn’t know and really couldn’t care. But at the moment where Dave was about to start, he began coughing violently, and noticed blood on his hands. He backed up against the wall. And then he felt his eyes tear up, and his vision turned red as blood seared out of his eyes. And then he looked down through burning eyes to see he was bleeding out of all of the pores in his skin. He coughed more, crying blood, with no idea at all what was happening to him. The girl had undone her own ropes binding her, walked up to Dave, gave him a kiss on his lips, and then turned around and began walking away. Dave yelled out at her “Where the fuck are you going?” The girl smiled again and casually whispered “To find another man… One who will stay alive at least long enough to have sex.”