The S.N. Killer Page 3

The screen somehow was cracked in half and there was no signal.

  "No, God no!" She looked down at the glass coffee table to see that the emptied Merlot bottle was still there. She grabbed it just as the S.N. Killer came in the room screaming.

  "Ahhhh, I'll kill you and eat your heart while it's still beating!" He shouted while running towards her butt naked with his dick swinging side to side and the meat cleaver raised high in the air.

  As soon as he got close enough, she swung the Merlot bottle with all her might.

  The bottle crashed into the side of the S.N. Killer's head breaking the bottle into tiny pieces knocking him sideways to the ground.

  "Ahhhh!" He screamed in agonizing pain and anger as blood leaked from his temple.

  Apple ran passed him panicking and looking around, not knowing where to go.

  ‘If I go higher up, maybe I'll get a signal or can climb out a window.' She thought to herself.

  She ran up the stairs to the second floor. Her breasts bounced every which way as she ran as the only piece of clothing she had on was her jeans. There were four doors. She ran to each one and wiggled the door knobs, but couldn’t get into the rooms. She felt her phone vibrate letting her know she got a new text message.

  She opened it and read, 'This is my house, bitch. There's nowhere for you to hide.'

  Apple covered her mouth to keep from screaming. She twisted the door knob one more time. The door crept open to her surprise as she heard footsteps running up the stairs. She quickly ran in the room and shut the door and twisted the lock on the door knob while crying and back pedaling backwards. She bumped into a chair and turned around. The room was pitch-black, and as she looked closer she made out what looked to be curtains. Apple smiled and ran to the curtains and pulled them open to reveal a double paned window. She tried to lift the window up, but it wouldn’t budge.

  “Oh shit!” She yelled as the sound of the S.N. Killer’s bare feet could be heard kicking the door.

  She looked at the window. She started pounding on it with her closed fists in hopes of breaking it.

  “No, please no!” She screamed then looked up to see the locks on the windows.

  She twisted them left and was shocked the windows opened up when she lifts it up.

  As soon as the window opened, the room door flew open from a furious kick by the S.N. Killer. Apple looked back and screamed as she seen him standing at the door way naked with the meat cleaver in his hand smiling.

  "Ahhhh! Ahhhh!" She yelled as she began to climb out the window.

  "Help me! Someone help me!" She shouted with her body hanging half way out the window.

  She heard a beeping sound letting her know her phone had a signal. She pressed number 1 for speed dial and called her best friend, Dalisia, in the matter of seconds.

  "Hello girl, I know your ass was tight. He had a little dick." Dalisia said into the phone and starts laughing. Her laughter was cut short when she heard Apple's cries for help.

  "Dalisia, help me. He’s trying to kill me!" Apple yelled into the phone while still climbing out the window. Then felt a pair of hands grab her legs.

  "Noooo!" She screamed and cried trying to wiggle free.

  She started kicking, but felt a sharp pain enter the back. The S.N. Killer removed the syringe with the four inch needle from Apple's back. The needle was dripping brown liquid mixed with her blood. Apple felt her body go limp and weak. Her body went limp. She was paralyzed from the neck down.

  "Apple! Apple, where are you?" Dalisia shouted into the phone.

  "Help me he’s going to kill me." Apple said in a whimper as the phone dropped out of her hand.

  It fell two stories down and cracked into tiny pieces on the sidewalk. All Apple could feel was her body being dragged back into the house. She felt every bump and scrape she got from him pulling her back in the house.

  The S.N. Killer looked out the window. He looked both ways up and down the block to make sure no neighbors or anybody else had heard the screams for help.

  It was four a.m. and he knew no one would be outside, but still he had to make sure. He closed the window and locked it then closed the curtains. The S.N. Killer turned around and looked at Apple on the floor unable to move. Tears were streaming down her face. He licked his lips as he stared at her hard nipples on her breast.

  "What? What have you done to me? Why can't I feel my arms or legs and can't even move?" Apple asked in a weak voice. She was losing the ability to talk.

  The S.N. Killer stood over her and grinned.

  "See you was a little problem my sweet, Apple. I usually drug my victims before I fulfill my fantasy so they cannot fight back like your ass did. The last thing I need is for them to somehow get my DNA under the nails of one of my victims. Shit, you hit me with a bottle and your heel ‘schmmp’." He said while making a sucking sound with his teeth and shaking his head side to side in disgust.

  "I gave you a shot of a Ketamine. It's a drug that leaves you moderately sedated."

  "No! No! God no!" Apple screamed in a weak voice.

  The S.N. Killer grabbed both of her legs by her ankles and began to drag her out of the room. Fear ran through Apple's body as she felt even more helpless as he dragged her up another flight of stairs. She felt every bump her head made from hitting the steps. Apple tried to move her body, but she had no control. She noticed the only thing she really could move was her eyes. She moved her eyes from side to side to see where she was at and tried to keep from crying because her tears blurred her vision and she wasn't able to wipe the tears away. She felt her body being lifted up and placed on a cold stainless steel counter. She looked around and realized she was in a huge kitchen. The whole third floor was transformed into a kitchen fit for a master top chef. All the appliances were that of stainless steel. Apple could hear water running into a pot and jars being opened.

  The S.N. Killer took out a box of Ronzoni Fettuccine Pasta and put it in the pot of boiling water and added salt and butter into the pot as well. He grabbed a frying pan that was hanging over Apple's head that was hung up with the many different sizes pots and pans on the hanging rack. He put the frying pan on the stove and poured some cooking oil in it. He walked over to Apple with a meat cleaver in his hand.

  "My sweet Apple, do you know one of the greatest joys in this world is food.

  There's nothing that can compare to a great meal. The taste of a great cooked meal that you savor each morsel is that of divine ecstasy. Sex is not even better than a well thought out meal. And what makes it more amazing is cooking in the nude."

  He said then swung his five inch dick from side to side doing a fake dance.

  "No! Don’t hurt me, please. I won't say anything to nobody." Apple said in a weak voice because the drug in her system still made it hard for her to speak.

  "Yea, you're right! I should cut there, but I bet her breast will taste even better!" The S.N. Killer said out loud talking to himself.

  "Who are you talking too? No, don’t cut me! God, help me please. Please, just let me go home to my family." Apple mumbled the words out of her weak voice.

  "What, you don’t hear him sweet Apple?" His voice is so loud in my head the S.N. Killer said through his clenched teeth while pounding on his head repeatedly with a closed fist.

  "Noooo!" Apple screamed as she realized this naked man was even crazier than she had thought. 'Dalisia heard me. She called the cops and they will find me in time.' Apple thought to herself, as tears rolled down the side of her face.

  The S.N. Killer looked down at Apple.

  "No, please let me go home to my son. He's only eight months and he needs me.”

  The S.N. killer looked at her then laughed.

  "Hahaha, if you loved him so much and he needed you, your ass wouldn’t have come out for some dick to a man's house you didn’t even know. So save the bullshit. You're ruining my mood."

  Without any warning or crazy explanation, he came down hard with the meat cleaver chopping into her stomach.

 
"Ahhhh!" Apple screamed as loud as she could even with the muscles in her voice box and throat being so weak.

  He chopped over and over until a huge hole opened up in her stomach. He stuck his hands into her wound digging into her stomach and pulling her skin apart.

  The sound of her stomach ripping echoed through the room as he stuck his hands deeper inside moving organs around until he found what he was searching for. He slowly pulled her large intestine out of her then used the meat cleaver to cut it from her body. He carried the intestine to the sink and washed it off then put it on a chopping board. He sliced it into small pieces and dropped them into the frying pan with the boiling hot oil.

  "Ahhhh!" Apple screamed and cried in excruciating pain and coughed up blood.

  Her stomach was cut wide open and her insides were ripped apart with some organs hanging out of her. She felt everything, but was unable to move and fight back.

  "God, please no! Don't let this be happening." She cried.

  The S.N. Killer flipped the meat over and over in the frying pan until it looked evenly cooked on both sides. He emptied a jar of Ragu Garden Combination Sauce into the pan and let the sauce heat up until it was bubbling. He poured the hot boiling water out of the cooked Fettuccine noodles into a strainer.

  He then dished out some noodles onto a plate. He picked up the frying pan by the handle and poured the sauce mix with Apple's intestines covering the noodles. The S.N. Killer grinned as he twisted his fork in the noodles and sauce and scooped up a big piece of her intestine stuffing it into his watering mouth.

  "Mmmm." He moaned and hummed with each bite he took.

  His eyes rolled to the back of his head.

  "Damn, my sweet Apple, you taste simply delicious." He ate every bite on his plate in a matter of seconds.

  He dropped the plate in the sink and walked back over to Apple looking down at her with a deranged smirk.

  "Help me! Help me! No more, please. No more! Please just kill me." Apple said in a weak voice as blood pumped out her stomach.

  "I should eat that next! Do you really think it will taste sweet even like that?" The S.N. Killer asked the voice in his head. He butchered away with the meat cleaver.

  "Ahhhh! No! God no!" Apple cried hysterically as he chopped her left breast off and it only hung on by a little thin piece of skin.

  He tore her breast ripping it away from her body. He dropped the meat cleaver on the stainless steel counter next to Apple's body and held her breast in his hands. He raised it up and licked her thick nipple then bit into it. He ate the flesh and fat from her breast with blood mixed and fat dripping off his lips, down his chin and onto his chest. The more he ate the more aroused he became. His five inch dick grew hard as a rock. He ate until he got full and dropped whatever was left of her breast onto the floor.

  Apple had watched him from the corner of her eyes in horror until she passed out from the pain and loss of blood.

  “Hmmm, yes she did taste better than any I ever had. You're right I should cook her heart on the George Foreman grill for dinner tomorrow.” The S.N. Killer said talking to the voice in his head.

  He picked up the meat cleaver and raised it high in the air and with all his might came down on the center of Apple's chest. Apple's eyes opened up wide due to the force of impact and felt pain traveling through her body. Tears streamed down her face as he chopped and ripped away her flesh with his bare hands until he came to rib cage that guarded her heart. He chopped with more force until the bones cracked. He bent the bones outwards looking at Apple's beating heart covered in blood. He grabbed her beating heart in his hand and tore it out of her chest. He walked to the cabinet and took out a freezer bag and placed the heart inside it and places it inside the freezer. He smiled as he looked at Apple's lifeless body and blood everywhere on his stainless steel kitchen. He looked down at his naked body covered in her blood and he grabs his hard dick and jerked it back and forth.

  "Oh yea." He moaned as he pumped his dick faster and harder until he shot his cum onto the floor.

  An hour and half later, the S.N. Killer had freshened up and got dressed. He had cleaned up all the blood in his kitchen and wrapped Apple's body up in clear plastic. He walked outside to the front door and popped the address numbers off the side of the townhouse and replaced the number 323 with 467. He made his way down the front steps of his house and picked up all the pieces of Apple's broken cell phone and took them inside the house.

  Ten minutes later, a yellow cab pulled up in front of the house. The S.N. Killer looked at the driver.

  "You know what to do. Now pop open the damn trunk of the car."

  The S.N. Killer grabbed Apple's body that was in the doorway of the front door and carried her in both of his arms and dropped her in the trunk and closed it. He gave one last look to the cab driver sending chills throughout his body before he entered his home and shut the door. The cab driver pulled off knowing what he had to do, but not really wanting any part of it.

  Chapter 4

  Alexis and Lauren sat side by side next to Lynise in their private office looking at April's computer.

  "Listen, we checked all her emails going out and coming in. I hooked her hard drive to my laptop and whoever this Social Network Killer is, I can't trace him.

  He's got to be a hacker or a fucking genius. I have one of the strongest programs in the world and it should be able to track anyone online or whoever sent an email, but when I try and trace this Social Network Killer, it ends up giving me a fake address somewhere in Japan or China. No name, nothing. The last time I hooked the victim's computer to mine I got a virus that wiped out everything." Lynise said.

  "So what you're saying is we have nothing. We test the victim's bed sheets and body fluids for DNA and hair and found nothing. The phone number to the guy the victim called last I'm betting is our damn S.N. Killer. The number is disconnected. He’s too smart to use a damn phone with a plan. So, you know the phone was prepaid and he tossed the SIM Card." Alexis said with an attitude.

  "Wait. What did you just say, Alexis?" Lauren asked as thoughts flashed through her mind.

  "What part, I said a lot?" Alexis responded.

  "You said something about us unable to track the phone he used because it was a prepaid phone, but what if we try to track the SIM Card? If we find the phone store he bought the SIM Card from, we can finally find the S.N. Killer, because I'm betting any amount of money that he has a few different phones, but even more SIM Cards. What's the point of keep buying new phones after he kills each victim when all he has to do is change the SIM Card with a new one?" Lauren asked with a smile on her face.

  “That’s why you’re my bitch, Lauren. We should have been thought of that!

  But, it’s not going to be easier done then said. There are millions of different phone stores in New York when we do find it. I doubt if the people working in the store remembers who they sold the SIM Card to. That would be asking for a miracle. But let's try and make it happen." Alexis stated.

  "Lynise, I need you to call the phone company that our suspect's number came from and find out what store sold the SIM Card." Lauren said.

  "Okay, no problem, but we have to wait until after seven a.m. so I can speak to a live operator. So that will give us two hours to continue looking through the victim's files and search online for any profiles that look like it might be our suspects." Lynise replied.

  An hour later, Alexis looked at her watch and rubbed her eyes while drinking a cup of coffee.

  "Lauren, I know it's only six a.m., but I'm tired as hell and I won't be any good to anyone if I don’t get any rest. We've been working double shifts all week now.

  My body can't handle anymore today. It feels like my body is shutting down on me. Plus, I have a feeling that I need to check on my daughter, Shenice." Alexis stated.

  "I feel you, girl. I'm tired too. Shenice is sixteen and how much trouble can she get in with you as her mother? Besides, isn't your woman Cassandra watching her and taking care of her?
Or does she be in the house all the time sleeping? I really don’t know what you see in that lazy woman. All she does is live off of you." Lauren said.

  "Listen Lauren, I don’t like you talking about my woman, even if it is true. I do get tired of her not doing shit with her life, but sleeping all day and shopping.

  Besides she’s sexy as fuck and make up for it all in the bedroom trust that." Alexis replied.

  "Shit, if her skills were all that, your ass wouldn’t be sneaking around getting head on the side." Lauren mumbled.

  "What! What was that you said?" Alexis responded.

  "It was nothing. Go home and get some rest, girl. Lynise and I will follow up on the lead and see if we can come up with anything." Lauren replied.

  "Ok ladies, I'll see ya'll later." Alexis said as she waved goodbye and walked out of the office.

  She pulled her keys out of her purse and hit the remote button on her keys turning off the alarm and unlocking the doors to her baby powder blue CLS Coupe Mercedes Benz. She hopped in and started up the car and pulled off.

  As she drove home, her mind flashed back to the days she wasn’t always so well off, coming from a single parent home, with just her mother raising her and her younger sister in the Frederick Douglass Blvd Projects. Their mother struggled to keep clothes on their backs and a roof over their heads. Alexis never knew her father. She never knew what a strong black man was. All she had seen was the strength of her mother. Her mother would blame herself for not knowing who her children's father was. At a young age of twenty-two, she got pregnant with Alexis and then had her sister a year later. At the time, all she wanted to do was party and drink and just have fun. That meant sleeping with different men and it didn’t matter who he was or what he was about. When she was drunk, any man that gave her the time of day or just a little bit of attention, not knowing her true beauty or worth because no one ever told her, she fed off the attention and let them use her body. To this day, Alexis never knew her father or how she ended up a black woman with green eyes that changed colors when she got upset. Through all the bad that her mother did, she did do great things when it came to her children to let them know they were loved. Once she noticed that she too depended on love herself, she changed her lifestyle. She may have trouble clothing her kids, but had no problems feeding them. She kept food in her house and loved to cook three meals a day. Her cooking was so good neighbors would come over for a plate.