The Dream of Being a Writer. pt 3 of 4
The Killings Begin.
The voices have become so strong and demanding, I am not sure when they are in control or I am. My life has become like a clouded dream, I just continue to float along and hope some where I will wake up with my sanity intact.
I left the motel after dark and walked around. The town was very small and almost no one was around. I saw a man nearly passed out sitting by some trashcans. When I passed him, he asked me for some money. I walked away. The feeling came back over me again, eating away at my morals worse than any cancer could eat a body. I walked to a gas station and bought a bottle of iodine. I then went to a liquor store and bought a bottle of cheap wine and a hip flask of whiskey. I walked a ways and then stopped. I opened the bottle of wine and took a good swig out of it. I refilled the bottle with the iodine, wiped off all my fingerprints, and carefully slid it back down into the brown paper bag.
Before the hotel came into sight, I saw the man in the same spot. I handed him the bottle and told him that drinking would kill him. He laughed and said he liked it too much. I turned away and walked back to the motel. As soon as I was in my room I downed most of the whiskey and passed out on the bed before I could finish the little bottle.
I woke the next day with an awful hangover, but the voices were back and they were screaming mad. I left the motel and went to a small filing station. I gassed my bike and bought a 32-ounce bottle of v-8 juice. I sipped it and put the bottle in a pouch on my handlebars. I would only be able to drink it when I stopped, but with the way, my head felt I would need it. I passed by the spot where an ambulance was loading the drunk’s body. He was covered so I assumed the poison worked. I pulled into the diner across the road from them. I ordered breakfast and asked the waitress what happened. She said a bum must have drunk himself to death. I ate my breakfast, paid, and left. I drove back to the interstate. I did not want to be near this town. What ever the voices did to trigger my new killing instinct; I wanted to get away from here before it struck again.
I drove along the interstate for several hours, but the traffic started to bother me increasingly. I felt like every car was watching me. I took an exit that led to a scenic roadway. It would be slower driving this way but I would not encounter as many cars. I stopped late in the after noon at a small town. I looked at a few pawnshops. I thought about buying a pistol but decided against it since the noise it produces would make me traceable. I still had my key chain guns, but it would only be usable once in an encounter. I drove to the next town and checked into a little flophouse. It was cheap and I got my money’s worth.
That night, the voices began to bother me again, louder and more intense than ever. I decided I needed a walk. I walked around the town for almost an hour. I saw no one on the street. I started looking at the houses. I saw a house with a ground floor window left wide open. After a quick look around, I walked thru the yard to the side of the house where the window was. It was into the house’s dining room. I could not hear any sounds coming from with in. I decided to climb in the window. In the next room I saw a knife drying near the kitchen sink in a dish rack. I got a rag out of the sink, rang it out, and pick the knife up with it. It was about 6 inches long and probably made the families sandwiches tonight.
I walked carefully thru the house since it was a little cluttered. The house only had one bedroom left; the other had been converted to a sewing or craft room. I stopped at the bedroom door and waited. I could only hear one person’s breathing inside. I could make out most shapes in the room, but not enough to do what I wanted to do. I went back to the kitchen and started searching. I found a small stash of cash in a jar in the kitchen. I pocketed the money and kept on looking. I found a box of matches, but decided I needed a flashlight more. I found the flashlight by the washer in the utility porch. I walked back to the bedroom and began the slow walk to the bedside. I could almost make out the person’s features. They had long hair with a white glow to it, so I assumed it was an elderly lady.
A clock struck two in the living room. The noise startled me and the woman must have heard my surprise. She began to stir. I flashed the light in her face and ran the knife thru her throat before she could even scream. I listened as the blood flowed gurgling into her lung. Her motions stopped quickly. I gathered up all the blankets around the bed and placed then in a pile on her. I walked over to her closet, took out all her clothes, and placed those around the bed. I then lit a match from her matchbook and tried lighting the blanket on fire. The blanket did not seem to want to burn. After 3 matches I took the blanket off the bed and got one of the lady’s shirts. It lit rapidly. The flames started to spread over her bed. As I was leaving, I could start to smell the stench of human flesh burning.
I left the house and walked back to my room. Since I did not get any pictures this time, I stayed up until nearly morning drawing what I could remember of the woman, her house, and the fire. I slept thru dawn and till check out with out any more voices or dreams. When I woke the next day, I felt better than I had since the rape. I packed, dressed, and went straight for the road. I wanted to drive by the house before I left but thought it would be too much of a risk.
Feeling the wind on my hair felt good. At lunchtime, I stopped in a town. I went to a small store and bought some donuts and a few sweet cakes, and I found in the medicine isle a few bottles of iodine, 5 mercury thermometers, and a box of straight pins. I then went to a sportsman’s shop and bought a large bottle of black powder, a long tire iron, a milk carton containing five thousand bb’s, a box of shells for my key chain, and a sling shot with two dozen large lead balls. I then went to a hardware store and bought a box of one thousand large head one-inch nails and a pack of shop towels. I made a final stop at a grocery and gas station after filling up my bike I got a twelve pack of bottled beer. I drove out of the town and on to the next.
I drove thru this town until I found a park with three kids in it and no adults around. I took the sweet cakes and poured a bottle of iodine into 6 of them. I walked thru the open area, walked up to the children, and started to talk with them. I asked them a couple of questions about the area playing the part of a tourist. I offered them the cakes for being so nice to help me. They ate the cakes and I left the park and drove off.
I spent the rest of the day driving down the back roads. I finally found the interstate near dark. I decided I should be out of the state before settling down for the night. About seven miles past the state line I found an exit with a small motel. I got a room there and fell asleep before I was forced to take my nightly walk. The next morning I started to get excited when I thought maybe it was over, but then I realized that I had already killed that day. I took out the nails and practiced throwing them. Every nail would land with the point facing up. These were perfect. I took a hand full and placed them in my jacket pocket. I finished packing and headed out for the road.
I drove thru the state and about fourteen miles from the state line I waited until I could see no cars around and I threw out some of the nails. I left about five patches of the nails when I crossed the state line. My pocket was empty. I took the first exit, left the interstate, and immediately reentered it going the opposite direction. I drove for an hour until I came back to where the interstate crossed another. I took the other interstate and headed out of the state.
I drove until late afternoon. I stopped in a midsize town for the night. The first three motels I tried to check into were full. The fourth had just a few rooms left because of a convention in town. I felt my monster start talking to me some more. The voice was hungry. I rested for about two hours before tonight’s business came.
I woke and dressed quickly. I put on a light jacket although the evening air could not be below sixty degrees. I took the tire iron and placed it into the sleeve of the jacket. I could not bend that arm much but after practicing donning and doffing the jacket a few times, I could almost perfectly conceal the tire iron. I left my room and walked a few blocks to a bar near one of the full motels. I ordered a drink, sat, and waited. I was rewarded soon with an older man that already had drunk way too much. I let him flirt with me for a few minutes and pretended to enjoy both his company and his advances. He suggested we go back to his room and talk where it was a little quieter. I got my jacket and left with him. He kept putting his hands on me as we went up to his room. I could not wait to reward his advances soon enough.
He opened the door and turned on the light. I walked in and told him I was through talking and wanted a little action. His mouth dropped and he was more than amenable to my idea. I told him to remove his clothes and then lie on the bed. He did and I walked over to him. I brought my left hand up to start unbuttoning my jacket while my right let the tire jack slide down into it beside my leg. By the third button on the jacket I was swinging the tire iron and struck the man in the forehead. His eyes had crossed but remained open. I look out a knife and opened a slit across his throat to ensure his death. I picked up his pants and looked thru them. He had several hundred dollars in his wallet. I pocketed the money and put the do not disturb sign on the door as I left.
I went to two more bars near the other motels and repeated the killings. I checked out of my motel before dawn and left the town. I stopped for gas near noon and bought a small two gallon plastic container that would fit in my saddlebags and filled it with gas as well. Once back onto the road I saw a passenger train track running near the interstate. The next town I left the interstate and bought a wood splitting axe. I stayed on the interstate long enough to reach the next exit and started driving a back road that closely paralleled the tracks. When I was sure it was a little traveled road I drove until I found a spot that was out of any house’s sights, but near a train bridge. I had read during the civil war people would place axes on train tracks and derail them. I thought it would be interesting to see if a derailed train would fall into the gully. After the axe was wedged in and set, I left the way I came and caught the interstate again.
I drove for a few hours and saw one of the state parks I had stayed at early in my trip. I pulled off and went to the picnic area. I got the empty beer bottles, the bb’s, the black powder, the box of straight pins, and some shop towels out of my saddlebags. I evenly distributed the bb’s to all the glass bottles and then covered them with almost an inch of black powder before that ran out. I placed the empty bb’s carton in one trashcan, and the black powder container in another at a different picnic table. I then put the straight pins in each of the bottles. I thew the plastic container on the ground hoping the wind would take it away. I walked over to the bike and got the container of gas. I poured gas into each of the bottles stopping just short of the top. I then stuffed the shop clothes into each of the bottles and wetted them with the remaining gas. I packed each of these bottles in my front saddlebags. I headed back for the interstate.
After a few hours, before dark, I pulled out my map and looked for a good back road that passed over the interstate in at least two places and then split off as a short cut to another interstate. I had nearly given out on finding one in this state, but I finally found it. I expected to be a couple hours after dark before getting there. That would work out well, my voices were saying inside my head. I drove towards tonight’s goal.
I arrived at the first bridge and the traffic on my road was light, but the interstate traffic was moderate. Since I was going to be travelling west, I started to watch the eastbound lane. I could see five cars running close together. I lit the cloth hanging from the bottle and threw it down onto the windshield of the first car. The bottle exploded both blinding and scaring the driver. His car swerved and I could hear the crashing under the bridge of a nice five-car pile up. I mounted my bike and drove as fast as I could to the second bridge. There I watched the westbound lane. I started to aim for three cars running close, but then I saw a fuel truck. If the truck is full, this should be very interesting. I started my bike up and lit he cloth. I did not want to be too close if this did work. I was aiming for the windshield but the truck was traveling a little slower than I thought. The bottle hit the road right in front of the truck, and it exploded underneath the truck’s cab. The truck started to canter to the left as it went under the bridge. I drove my bike off the bridge as the sound of metal started scraping under the bridge. It was not long until I heard the fuel ignite and a nice warm glow dance across my back as I was driving off. I drove as fast as I could to where the road met the interstate. I drove west and since there was no traffic to slow me down, I made very good time.
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