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The short stroy, it's a wonderful time killer. These will be stuff from school or stuf when I'm not writing the big novels. Enjoy!
Blood Thirst
The narrow streets of Gloucester, Massachusetts were filled with streaming bodies. Normally streets were not filled when the fishing boats returned but the majority were local police and F. B. I. agents. They were their on a anonymous tip that the famous murderer; Cameron “Butch” Johnson, a suspect in the famous “Supreme Court Massacre” and wanted for seven other murders; was living in the town. Dr. Gary Costinovich watched from the shadows as the police marched by. He felt safe in the shadows, he stepped back and let them devour his 6‘4“ frame. He was always told he should’ve played football. They said he was built for it. But he never could; the football players thought he was perfect prey for their taunting. They did that right up till he killed their star quarter back. Then he left the country for the next ten years to earn his degree in human behavior in England. He took up office in Austin Texas. That’s were he met Cameron and started his blood thirst. He didn’t want the police to find him, not yet, not before he could find Cameron. He gazed out into the streets and suddenly became bloodthirsty. He spied an innocent victim across the alley. He moved out of his sanctuary and followed her two blocks and dragged her into the next alley were he preceded to chop off her wrists and then slit her throat. He pulled out his travel cup. That golden cup was his pride and joy. He stole from a shop in France a few years back after he killed the store clerk. He used the cup to drink the blood of his victims. There was something satisfying about that. He never knew why, he just did it. He laughed at it once and a while but that was it. He let the blood overflow the cup and drank long and deep into it. He washed out the cup with his saliva and dragged the body behind a pair of garbage cans for it to rot and be discovered. That was his favorite part of his murders, having the bodies discovered and getting so much publicity. He always wanted Cameron to see his accomplishments. He sneaked back out into the crowd. For a split second he thought he saw Cameron’s face on one of the boats. When he looked back the face was gone.
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Cameron “Butch” Johnson ducked back into the bridge of the swordfish boat The Fish Monger as it pulled into the dock. Police were all around the dock. He knew they were out looking for him. He quickly brought out his laptop and quickly checked his papers. Ok, now, remember, you’re Ted Lewis out of Ft. Lauderdale Florida. You’ve been fishing most of you’re life and came up here since the season’s not going well down south. He calmed himself over and over again. His 6’ body was shaking with nervousness. He looked at the mirror and stared deep into his pale, sagging face. His deep blue eyes darting back and forth. This was fun to him. He loved the rush he got when the police were always so close to getting him but he always slipped away. Killing people was his life and he loved it. He checked his papers one more time and shut sown his laptop right as his best fisherman, Joe Brown, walked in. Joe was built like a fisherman. He stood tall at 6’2” with broad shoulders. His eyes were always wide with wonder with a dull heather gray around his cold, black pupils. Cameron took a liking to Joe, he dreamed nightly about murdering him. Long into the night he longed to strangle him and toss him into the ocean and let the sharks dine on his flesh. But he never did. He just never got the right moment. Now as Joe walked up to him he wished he was deep at sea and he had his knife. “So skip, what’s the totals?” His eyes beamed with excitement. How badly did Cameron want to see what they looked like cold, black, dead. “Well, looks like you can be taking home a nice check tonight son,” Cameron chuckled, Joe roared with laughter. “I told you skip, the sea’s my home. Someday I wish I’d be able to be the skipper of a boat, just like you.” Joe left, Cameron sighed. If only
you knew Joe, if only you knew...
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Gary raced through the crowds after the boat, he needed to get a better view. He could’ve sworn that he saw Cameron’s face. He had to reach him in time. He had to find him. He hoped that the police hadn’t spotted him yet. Behind him he heard screams. Someone found the body. He stopped, he loved hearing the screams of people when they find his victims. Screams moved up and down the pier. Police rushed towards the alleyway. It took all his willpower not to laugh. He knew he had to keep moving though. He caught up to the swordfish boat. Two men were on the bridge talking. One left the bridge and the other turned around. It was Cameron! He raced toward were the dock the boat was heading.
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Cameron heard screams behind him. he turned around and gazed as police moved toward an alleyway. Joe rushed in. “Apparently they found a dead body in an alleyway. They told us just to dock and start unloading like nothing happened.” “That’s always what those pigs want,” Cameron snapped. “Never make a big deal out of anything. Everything’s just something little, always have to keep it low.” Joe’s eyes got bigger. “Whoa skip, never seen you act like this. Are you ok?” Cameron realized he said to much. “They just want us to go with our normal routine. It was one of those gruesome ones. Never seen anything like that since the ‘Supreme Court Massacre’.” Cameron grimaced. He wanted to smile, badly. He was proud of that. Him and his old friend, Dr. Gary Costinovich, who helped him not only in the murder, but has told the courts numerous times that he was emotionally stable and not capable of any murders that Cameron had been convicted for. The two were a dynamic duo. They got away with killing after killing. Each time they took out “the cup”, Gary’s prized possession, and drank the blood of their victims. Over the years they were forced to keep away from each other to avoid suspicion. It pained him to part with such a great friend and partner. He longed to be reunited with him.
*****
Gary rushed forward hoping to catch Cameron before the police did. He saw the crew hop of and greet their friends and family. He saw Cameron step off the boat and look around. His shoulders slumped. Not knowing what his new identity was he decided to use a name that no one knew him by. He hoped that Cameron would recognize it. “Butch! Hey Butch!”
*****
Cameron heard his name called. “Butch! Over here man!” He could’ve sworn it was Gary’s voice but he hadn’t heard it in so long he wasn’t sure. So he kept walking. Suddenly a hand clamped down on his shoulder. He turned around and gasped.
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After the failed attempt of calling his name Gary cursed under his breath and charged forward and put his hand on his shoulder. Cameron turned around and gasped. Gary smirked, “How’s it going old timer?” “You’re not that much younger than me you sly jerk.” They grasped hands. “How’s it going with you...ah...” “Jerry, Jerry Jones.” “Ah yeah, I remember you. Ted Lewis...” “How could I forget you Ted?!?” “Yeah, you’re right. Hey, I got to unload this crap and maybe after that we can get drunk and laugh the night away killing.” Gary laughed. “I haven’t had a drink in a long time but what the hey? Sure, later tonight. bring a vict...I mean, friend.” They had their laughs and went there separate ways. Until tonight my bloodthirsty friend. Gary thought. Until tonight.
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Gary started to walk back to the hotel but really didn’t want to. He wandered the streets looking through the windows. Across the street he spotted a man in a suit stroll bye. He laughed at the thought of killing the poor man. So he ran up behind him and dragged him into a near bye alley. “That’s what I love about Gloucester, they have so many nice alleys to kill in,” Gary talked to the man. He had his hand over the man’s mouth. The poor guy was crying. Gary laughed. “You should feel lucky you know, you’re going to be killed by the famous Gary Costinovich! Boy you must feel proud.” Gary took his knife and stuck it through the back of his neck. Blood started pouring out of the wound. He took out his cup and satisfied his thirst. Boy, He thought to himself. I’m going to hate leaving this place.
*****
Cameron finished up his work on the Fish Monger and shut everything down. He turned around and Joe was there. “So who’s Butch?” He asked suspiciously. “Aw, well...uh...it was a nickname given to me back in school. That was someone who knew me back in school.” Cameron stuttered. “Ah, I see,” Joe said. “I knew a Butch once. He killed my parents, got away scotch free with it. I promised him and his doctor friend that I would find justice and I hope I will. Maybe I’ll see you tonight?” “Maybe Joe,” Cameron’s eyes started darting. He wanted to get rid of Joe bad. “Maybe...”
*****
They met outside at the Crow’s Nest right outside the docks. It was full of people and wreaked with the smell of beer, vomit, and cigarettes. The bar counter was covered with cigarette smoke. You could barely see the old t. v. screen playing the Celtics’ game. The talk of the night was about the murder when the ships came in and the murder that happened shortly after the first body was discovered. The first body was a women vacationing from Norwich, Connecticut. The other was a lawyer so most of the jokes were centered around congratulating the person who did the killing instead of punishing him. Gary loved the publicity. “Hey Skip! How ‘bout them Celtics this year?!?” A young man shouted from an old bar stool. “They’re going to suck up the place, just like last year and the year before that!” Cameron yelled back to him. “How should I know?!? I don’t even follow basketball!” They laughed. Gary chuckled. He could tell from the look in Cameron’s eyes that this was a guy he wanted to kill. Gary looked at the young man again. Those heather gray eyes, there was something about them made Gary shudder. They were oh-so-familiar. He couldn’t put a finger on it. “So who’s this bum that’s with you Skip?” The man asked Cameron. “Oh, this is an old friend, Jerry Jones. Jerry, this is my best fisherman Joe Brown,” Gary and Joe shook hands. “Nice to meet you Jerry,” Joe’s eyes shown brightly. “Pleasure’s mine,” Gary replied. Oh those eyes, how he wanted to get rid of them! They tormented him. He saw those eyes somewhere before. It was eating him up inside. He searched deep into his memory. He must not have looked well because Cameron picked right up on it. “Hey, I think the smoke’s getting to you Jerry, why don’t we get out of here?” Gary nodded. They said there goodbyes and left the bar. Gary heard Joe rise from his barstool and seemingly follow them out of the bar. They got out into the chilly night. Gary didn’t bring a jacket and the night breeze felt good on his skin. He sighed deeply. He couldn’t get the picture of those eyes out of his mind. Then it hit him. A court room, five years ago. Gary testified that he evaluated Cameron and found him incapable of committing a murder that he did commit. The eyes were that of the victim’s son! His face suddenly grew pale. What if this Joe kid recognized them? They were sitting bait. He remembered why he came looking for Cameron. “Cameron we’ve got to get out of here. You remember that one case five years back when that kid swore he would find vengeance and hunt the both of us down? Well that kids up here helping the police and the Feds hunt for us and I know who it is now.” “You sense it don’t you?” Cameron looked into Gary’s eyes. “Joe’s the kid. I want him dead. I have that feeling that he knows who I am. We have to get rid of him, now.”
*****
Cameron’s eyes were darting. He could feel it. He never felt this much excitement. He was like a little kid waiting to steal the chocolate off the counter. “It’ll be like old times sake. I know you haven’t lost your touch. I know it was you who killed that woman today. It’s your style and no-one else’s. Let’s bump off the kid and drain him. C’mon, get the cup out. Let me take a look at that sucker.” Gary sifted through his dark black trench coat. His head shoot up wild eyed.
*****
He didn’t have the cup. He lost the cup. Gary went through every single pocket. He didn’t have it with him. Did he leave it at the hotel? No, he didn’t go back to the hotel today. He killed that lawyer and he had the cup then. It was impossible. This couldn’t have been happening. The smirk was wiped off of Cameron’s face. “Where’s the cup Gary?” His face suddenly faded from his cockiness to fear. “How should I know?!? It’s not here!” Gary was panicking. “Oh, are you looking for this cup?” A voice spoke up from behind them. The two men turned around and there was Joe, holding a tape recorder in one hand and Gary’s golden cup in the other.
*****
“You son of a...” Gary’s face turned blood red with anger. “Murder victim. I told you vengeance was going to be mine. I have all the evidence right here to put you booth in jail for a long time. Maybe if you’re lucky they’ll put you to death.” “Not before we get finished with you,” Cameron became bloodthirsty. He needed that cup. He moved his head towards Gary. Gary nodded, he knew what he was thinking. In one swift move they overtook Joe and slammed him to the ground. Cameron took the tape recorder and chucked it into the ocean. Gary took the cup and Shoved it into his pocket. They dragged Joe into a near-bye alley. They tied Joe up to the fence. They ripped off his shirt. Then they preceded to torture him. Cameron sliced off his ears and shoved them into his mouth. They chopped off his fingers one by one. Then the toes were chopped off. Cameron stuffed the knife up his belly button. Blood oozed from every one of his wounds. Then Gary slit his throat and filled the cup. He drank long and
deep into the cup. Then he refilled the cup and gave it to Cameron. Cameron drank similarly from the cup. His blood thirst was satisfied. His body was shaking with joy.
*****
Gary was satisfied. But he wanted to finish this like they never did. They took
Joe’s blood and wrote with in on the wall “Butch and Gary were here. We had lots of
fun. Catch us if you can.” Of course they wouldn’t. They never did catch them before.
This time it’d be permanent. They moved to Gary’s hotel room and killed each other.
That was the end of that. A legacy murdered and then died. They would make it into the
history books and be immortalized. Justice would never prevail. They would never see
satisfied faces of friends and relatives watching the two rot. It was over, all over, no
more.
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