The Couple Killer

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
A gruesome killer is on the loose, but no one seems to be able to find him. No DNA. No evidence. But the killer is going to strike again.

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Submitted: August 25, 2012

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Submitted: August 25, 2012



“We are officially stranded now,” Jessica Jane said, slamming her cell phone shut and putting it in her purse. She threw her purse lightly on the back of the car.

“What did the towing company say?” Sam Langston, her boyfriend, asked from underneath the hood of his car.

“They won’t be here for at least an hour.” She ran her fingers angrily through her curly black hair.

Laughing, Sam straightened up and closed the hood of his car. He went over to Jessica and pulled her into his arms. “Someone’s mad.”

“I know,” she sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder, “It’s not like it’s going to help anyways; the tow truck isn’t going to get here any faster.”

It had started out as the perfect night.  Sam had taken Jessica out to her favourite restaurant for their four year anniversary. It all started going haywire when he tried to drive her home. His car had started making grinding noises, and smoke was coming out from under the hood. He had pulled over to a side street, so it wouldn’t stop in the middle of the road, and then the car wouldn’t start again. Jessica had been trying to reach the tow truck company for the past hour, and when they finally picked up, she was told that she would have to wait for another hour.

Sam kissed the top of her head, “Sorry it turned out to be such a crappy night.”

“No, it was an amazing night. I loved every minute of it.”

“Really?” Sam asked, not sure if she was kidding.

“Of course! I got to spend it with you so that made everything better,” she said and Sam smiled.

“ I just wish we wouldn’t have to wait an hour. Oh well, nothing that can be done now though.”

“Oh, I can think of a lot of things that could be done,” he murmured, kissing her neck.

She giggled, lifting his chin to look into his eyes, “I like the way you think.”

Sam pulled her closer to him and kissed her on the lips. He loved the softness of those lips, how they encouraged him to kiss them even when there was no reason to.

Jessica put her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her. Sam slid his fingers into Jessica’s long black hair, and gently pressed her back against the car.

This went on for several more minute before Sam pulled back slightly, “I love you J.J,” he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

A horn blared loudly before Jessica had a chance to reply. Annoyed, they looked towards the sound, only to be blinded by bright headlights.

As the drive turned the car off and their eyes adjusted, they got a good look at the car. It was a large white van with tinted window in the front, and no windows in the back.

Jessica suddenly got a very bad feeling. She watched a lot of crime show on television and it seemed that vans with tinted windows were what all the murderers transported their victims in. She shook her head, banishing the thoughts from her mind. No, this was not a murderer, or an elaborate script written by a team of creative authors. No, it was just her overactive imagination creating a bad scenario.

Still, as the door opened, she expected to say a scary man coming towards them with a weapon of some sort. But, the person that came out was a young man, early 20’s at the most, with dark hair and bright blue eyes. He smiled at them as he got closer.

“Hey,” he said, “I’m Josh. I saw you guys stuck here and I thought maybe I could lend a hand. I’m good with cars. A mechanic,” he said pointing to his jumpsuit, which had “Mechanics R Us” embroidered on the left breast pocket.

Sam laughed, disentangling himself from Jessica, “Thanks bud, but I don't know if you could help. The car’s screwed. We called the towing company and they should be here soon.”

“I might as well give it a try. Who knows? Maybe it will help.”

“Well, if you like wasting your time,” Sam said, shrugging his shoulders.

“I have some tools in the back of the truck. Pop the hood and I’ll go grab them.” He went behind his car and was lost from view.

Jessica’s bad feeling intensified. What if he really was some psycho, even though he didn’t look like one? They were on a deserted road, with no one around them and woods surrounding them on either side.

Jessica grabbed Sam’s hand, holding it tight, and voiced her concern. “I have a bad feeling about him,” she whispered.

Sam laughed, “Babe, you’ve been watching too many crime shows. Calm down.”

“I don't know Sam.” She wasn't convinced.

“Don’t worry; I’ll protect you from the big bad guys,” He joked.

She slapped him on the arm, “Don’t mock me.”

Josh came back from his car with a toolbox in his hand, “Let’s get a look under the hood.”

He and Sam went to the front of the car, but Jessica stayed were she was. Even if Sam trusted the guy, she did not.

After twenty minutes, she got suspicious. She hadn’t heard a noise from the front for a while now. Very slowly, she crept there. All of the sudden, Josh slammed the hood down. Jessica jumped about a foot in the air. She didn't see Sam anywhere.

“Where is Sam?” she asked Josh, making sure to seem calm.

Josh smiled. It did not reach his eyes, “He had to go...use the bushes,” he waved his hand towards the woods.

Jessica knew immediately that he was lying. Even though Sam mocked her about her fear, she knew that he wouldn’t leave her alone with Josh without telling her first. She kept her face neutral though, not wanting to give anything away.

“Oh,” she said lightly, “I kind of have to go now too,” she said, and moved side to side pretending that she had to use the bathroom. What she really was doing was getting a look in the front without moving closer.

That’s when she saw the edge Sam’s sneaker on the floor beside the wheel of the car. Once again she didn’t change her expression, but her heartbeat started to speed up. She put her hands in her pocket, and subtly looked for her phone.

Damn, she thought to herself. Her phone was in her purse, which was on the back of the car.

“Thanks for helping us,” she said and smiled a flirty smile. She was trying to distract him so she could get to her purse.

“No problem,” He was falling for the distraction. She moved closer to him and the back of the car.

“It was really sweet of you.” She drummed her fingers on the hood of the car, getting closer and closer to her purse. She slowly unzipped the purse and slipped out the phone and dialled 9-1-1.

Lightning quick, Josh moved beside her and grabbed her wrist, “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked her, his eyes flashing.

She didn't answer, looking him straight in the eyes. She slowly moved her thumb, and pressed the green call sign. He didn’t notice.

Josh twisted her hand until the she dropped the phone on to the road. She could faintly hear it ringing. She couldn’t let him notice though. Jessica pulled her wrist free and punched him in the face.

Josh roared in anger, and wiped his bleeding nose. He grabbed her by the hair, and slammed her head into the back of the car, then kicked her in the ribs. She fell to the floor, her head spinning, right beside her phone.

Josh went around to the front of the car, bending down in front of Sam.

“9-1-1 emergency. How can I help you?” Jessica could hear the very faint voice from the phone.

“Help me,” she whispered, her head hurting so much she could barely get the words out. “He’s trying... to take me...Sam...Oh...God...Sam,” She whispered as Josh quickly dragged his limp body to the truck.

“Who is?” the voice asked.


Josh came back to her and lifted her head, pulling by the hair. “You stupid cow! You called the police?”

She wasn’t sure if she was imagining it but he sounded scared.

He roughly put a cloth in front of her face.

Chloroform, she thought, and tried to fight him, but she was too weak.  Everything started to get blurry and she passed out.


** *

Jessica woke up some time later, leaning against a wall in a dark room. The room was pitch black, and no matter how long she waited, her eyes would not adjust to the darkness.

Fear tightened her chest, making it difficult to breath. Her heartbeat quickened as she realized she couldn’t move her arms and legs. They had been attached to the wall by a thick chain.

“Nonono!” she sobbed, pulling at the chains. They didn’t budge. In the end all she accomplished was rubbing her wrists and ankles raw.

How could this have happened? She asked herself. Sure she had been suspicious but only because she watched too many crime shows. Jessica never would have thought that her reality would turn into one of those perfectly scripted plots.

Her heart stopped when she remembered Sam. Where was he now? Jessica hoped to God that Josh had not killed him.

“Sam,” she whispered.

At first she didn’t hear anything so she called his name out again. This time she heard a muffled groan. Before she could figure out where that came from, she was blinded as the lights were opened.

When her eyes adjusted, Jessica finally saw where she was. At some point this room must have been a basement, but it had been remodelled to be a sort of torture chamber. The windows had all been covered by pieces of wood allowing no light through. The floor was covered in dried blood, and in the middle of the room there was a steel stable, bolted to the floor, that could be adjusted so that it stayed vertical.  On each of the four corners there were shackles, so that someone could be trapped to it.

And the worst of all was what she saw opposite of her. Sam, beaten and bloodied, was chained to the wall, with a piece of duct tape across his mouth. He kept struggling against the chains, his eyes wild.

“Aw how sweet. The big, tough guy wanting to rescue the poor, little damsel in distress, and be the hero of the story. Typical.”  Jessica jumped at the sound of Josh’s voice.

“Let me tell you a little secret though,” Josh said leaning close to Sam, “The hero doesn’t win this one. I do,” Then he laughed, and ripped the tape off of Sam’s mouth.

As soon as the tape was removed, Sam started to fight with renewed strength, and let loose a string of curses that would have made any mother cringe.

Josh just started laughing harder, wiping his eyes as if this was the funniest thing he had ever seen, “How I love it when they swear. It just makes this so much more enjoyable.”

“DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH HER!” Sam screamed as Josh started walking towards Jessica.

“Right, because you can do so much to stop me. Yeah I’m really scared of you,” He grabbed a fist full of Jessica’s hair, and violently yanked it until she was screaming, “Yeah, I can see how much of a help you are to her right now. You have me cowering against a wall,” he said sarcastically.

And to make his point, he punched Jessica right in the face. She must have blacked out, because when she opened her eyes her arms and legs had been shackled to each corner of the table. And the table had been set up vertically, so that Sam had a perfect view of what was going to happen.

Josh was rummaging around underneath the table, and when he straightened up, he had a long sharp knife in his hand.

Josh ran the pointed end of it down her cheek. She turned her head away from him, and he just pressed harder, cutting her cheek. He stared at the blood, as if he was in a trance.

“Beautiful isn’t it? How delicate skin is, how little it takes for it to be cut open and for it to bleed.”

“What are you doing to her you sick piece of sh—” Sam’s shout was cut off by Jessica’s cry of pain. Josh had slapped her, hard, across the face. His hand left a red mark on her cheek.

  “Leave her alone!” Sam roared, fighting uselessly with the chains.

  “Oh, how hard he tries to break loose and save his princess. Too bad it won’t help him.”

Josh unlocked Jessica’s left hand, and started twisting it. He kept twisting it until her arm made a disturbing cracking sound. She screamed in agony, and tears formed in her eyes. They ran down her cheek and into her hair. The pain was far from over though.

Then, Josh grabbed the knife, and with a sinister laugh, he stabbed it through Jessica’s hand. She was so shocked she couldn't react, even though the pain was excruciating.

“Why are you doing this to her?” Sam asked, wincing at the knife sticking out the back of her hand. “Torture me if you have too, but just leave her alone!”

“But that would take away the fun,” Josh said, pouting.

Once again, he bent down and rummaged around under the table. This time he came up with a leather whip.

He struck Jessica with the whip against her chest and stomach. He laughed gleefully at the sound of her screams.



Sam sat, helpless as Josh whipped Jessica. Each time the whip connected with her body, he screamed profanities at Josh and tried, unsuccessfully, to get out of the chains.

“Well, I guess that will be enough for today,” Josh said, and he frowned, “Wouldn’t want her dying to soon. Had that happen before, and let me tell you, it was not fun.”

Josh left, keeping the lights open so Sam could see the extent of Jessica’s injuries. She had whip marks all over her torso and her arms. They were bleeding freely, the blood pooling on the floor. The knife was still sticking out of her hand.

“Jess?” He whispered, not knowing what to expect.

She moaned in pain, and opened her eyes, “Is he gone?”

“Yes,” Sam said, happy that she was still alive.

Her eyes flickered shut again, and he head fell forward limply, “Good.”

“Jess?” Sam asked again.

“Yeah?” She didn’t open her eyes this time.

“I’m sorry,” His voice broke over the last word. He had been such an idiot, trusting Josh at the beginning. When Josh had turned on him under the hood of the car, Sam had tried to fight, but Josh had the advantage because he had a wrench in his hand.

His heart twisted as he looked at her limp form, tears falling from beneath her closed eyelids. All of it was his fault.

“It’s not your fault,” she whispered.

They sat in silence for a moment, and then biting her lip, Jessica opened her eyes, and very slowly started to move her broken left arm. The tears started to fall faster from her eyes, and she had bit her lip until it was bleeding, but she managed to get it close enough to her right hand to remove the knife.

She gasped in pain and relief, and Sam wished that he could just go over and hold her. But then she did something that he didn’t expect.

Instead of dropping the knife, she grabbed it with her left hand, and very slowly moved it and tucked it behind her back.

“Never know when I might get a chance to use it,” she whispered, and passed out.




Hours passed and the battered couple drifted in and out of consciousness. They were hungry and had started to get dehydrated.

After what seemed like days, but really had only been a couple more hours, Josh entered the room again, smiling cheerfully.

“Well I’m back for more fun! What shall I use today?” Josh asked himself as he looked through his box of torture.

“Leave her alone!” Sam screamed, “You’ve already hurt her enough!”

Josh just laughed, and punched Sam in the face, “You know, you are really starting to annoy me.”

Then he turned to Jessica who could barely keep her eyes open. He punched her in the face too, then repeatedly on the torso.

Jessica couldn’t move her arms to protect herself so she had to just sit there, and pray that he would stop soon.




The torture went on for days, with Josh getting more violent each day. Not only had he gotten more violent, but he had added something to his sick routine. He had started to rape Jessica.

And Sam could do nothing about it. He had to sit there and listen to Jessica screaming, each scream like a knife to his heart.

But Sam had also learned something. If he screamed and annoyed Josh enough, he would hit Sam instead and leave Jessica alone. He had also learned that if he talked to her after Josh left, and tell her happy memories, it would help her focus on something other than the pain.

One day when Josh came in, he was different. He went straight to Sam, looked him in the eye and asked: “Do you love her Sam?”

Sam was confused but he answered, “Yes.”

“Are you willing to do anything for her?”

Sam didn’t even hesitate, “Anything.”

  “Are you willing to sacrifice your life for her?”

Sam stared at Josh with wide eyes. Sacrifice his life for her? Was he willing to do that?

Yes, Sam thought to himself, he was. If he didn’t do this, then she would die. He would not be able to live without Jessica in his life. He knew he was being melodramatic, but it was the truth. He loved Jessica with all his heart and would do anything for her.

“Yes,” he said.

“No!” Jessica croaked, her voice cracking, “I won’t let you!”

Josh ignored Jessica, “Then let her kill you, and then I’ll let her go. Easy as that.”

Sam froze his heart stopping. Let Jessica kill him? Could he do that, knowing the toll it would leave on his girlfriend? But it was her only chance of surviving this, and it was better if she lived then if they both died.

“Fine,” he whispered finally, “But can I please just hold her one last time before?”

Josh thought about that. “Fine, I’ll let you guys have your little private good-bye. But don’t try anything stupid,” he said and lifted the bottom of his shirt to expose a gun tucked into the waistband of his pants.

After he unchained them and left the room, Sam ran over to Jessica and gently pulled her into his arms.

“I’m not doing it,” she whispered, shaking her head angrily as tears streamed down her face.

Sam stroked her hair, and kissed her forehead. At least if he had die, his last moments were with her. And that made it slightly better.

“Look at you J.J. You can’t take much more of this or you’re going to die. This is the only way to save you.”

“NO!” With her good hand she cupped his cheek. “You don’t understand Sam; he’s not going to let me go. This is the guy, the guy that’s been on the news. He takes both of them, and they both end up dead.”

“But there might be a slight chan—“

“No there isn’t. I’m not doing it! Please, this might be the last chance to be together before he kills us,” they both had tears in their eyes at this point, “Let’s just make it as good as we can.”

Sam nodded, “Okay,” he said his voice cracking. Then he leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips.

“I love you,” she whispered.

Josh burst in at this point, “Alrighty love birds, times up. Let the killing begin.”

This was the last chance Sam had to save her. He was going to die either way so he might as well go with a fight.

Sam barreled into josh, knocking him to the floor, and started punching him wherever he could. But Josh got him straight in the jaw, and Sam slumped forward.

“That was a very stupid move,” Josh said, standing up and wiping blood from his face.

He took out his gun, aimed at Jessica’s heart, and fired.




The Couple Killer, as the media had dubbed him, had killed six young couples, within the past four months.  The police worked around the clock trying to figure out who this killer was. So far they had nothing.

The killer’s modus operandi worked like this: He would find a couple that he liked, and stalked them to know their schedule.  When the perfect moment arose, he would mess with their engine, and follow them until the car broke down. After offering his help, he would knock the couple out and kidnap them.  Then he would clean the car of evidence, replace whatever he broke, and leave the car in a parking lot.

This is where the information got a little tricky because the police had no living victims and could only go by what the bodies had shown them.  The female bodies showed signs of repeated sexual assault and torture, while the male bodies only had the stab wound that killed them. So it was believed that while the female was raped and tortured, the male had to watch. After killing them, he would pose their bodies together in a park.

The reason this case was so difficult was because there was no evidence whatsoever. No fingerprints, no DNA and no trace.

That was until Jessica Jane made that phone call to the police. They managed to pinpoint the call, and were there within minutes. When they arrived, they found no one, except Sam Langston’s car. The killer had already kidnapped the couple.

But the killer made one very big mistake in his hurry to leave. He forgot to wipe down the exterior of the car, where the evidence was.

It was clear that things had not gone as he planed because of Jessica, who put up quite a struggle, and even managed to make him bleed.

After running the prints, they came back to a Joshua Fencer, or Josh, who worked as a mechanic, and owned his own auto shop. He was already a suspect, because all the couples had visited his shop just weeks before they were killed.

With those fingerprints, the blood at the scene, and the phone call Jessica made saying that someone named Josh was kidnapping her, the police were able to get a warrant for his house and his shop.

Officer Swarez was responding to a call at that house before the warrant was signed because a complaint had been made, because what sounded like screaming and a fight were heard. They had dispatched officer Swarez shortly after.

When he arrived at the house, he went up to the door, knocking loudly.

“Police,” he said, still knocking, “There’s been a complaint.”

That’s when Officer Swarez heard the screams. The voice was female and sounded genuinely scared. Then a male voice joined the females, and then a shot was fired. The screaming abruptly stopped.

  “Shit!” Swarez said, drawing his own weapon.  He spoke into the radio on his shoulder, telling the dispatcher to send back up. He was ordered to wait until backup showed up to enter the house.

He couldn’t do that. There wasn’t any time to wait, because if their assumption was correct and Josh was responsible for the recent string of murders then this couple didn’t have much time. He had one chance to save this couple. And what good would it to get him in custody if he killed his latest victims?

Making a decision that could possibly cost him his career, and his life, he started checking for a way in. Finding a window that was slightly ajar, he opened it wider, and slipped in.

He stopped as soon as the balls of his feet touched the floor. With his heart beating wildly in his chest, he cleared the upstairs rooms of the bungalow. Continuing to a door that led to the basement, he wiped his hands on his pants to remove the sweat, gripped his gun tighter and slowly opened the door.

With his heart beating a mile a minute, he slowly made his way down the stairs.




Sam stared in horror at the blood gushing from Jessica’s side. Luckily she had moved at the last minute and it hadn’t hit her heart.

Josh turned to Sam, and aimed but he never got the chance to fire, because he fell to the floor, blood quickly spreading from the knife sticking out from his back.

Jessica slumped to the floor, and the energy she had mustered to stick the knife in Josh’s back quickly evaporating.

The door to the basement opened, and a police officer slowly entered. He took in Josh’s body, the battered couple and spoke into his radio, asking for an ambulance.

But while he was talking, Jessica noticed Josh moving, “Sam!” she cried, but she was too late.

Josh shot Sam right in his stomach. Sam slowly stared down at his stomach as it started to spurt blood.

Jessica’s screaming and the other gunshot were all muffled as Sam fell to the floor. The pain was excruciating and he could barely breathe through it. That’s when everything went black.


* * *

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Jessica groggily opened her eyes, searching for a way to stop that annoying sound. She blinked at the unfamiliar surroundings, trying to figure out where she was. It took her a moment to realize that she was in a hospital. And that she wasn’t in pain anymore.

Her eyes filled with tears but they were happy ones, because she was safe and gone from that hellhole that Josh had kept the trapped in for days.

Jessica’s heart stopped as she remembered Sam getting shot, then falling to the floor, and she wasn’t certain if he was dead or alive.

A nurse walked into the room and came over to Jessica to check her chart, “Well it’s good to see you awake. How do you feel?”

“Fine. Where’s Sam? Is he okay? Please, please, please tell me he’s not dead.”

“He’s going to be alright. The doctors got the bullet out just in time, and he’s going to make a full recovery,” the nurse smiled.

Fifteen minutes later Sam was being rolled into Jessica’s room. The kind nurse had managed to pull a few strings, and they were able to be put in the same room.

Sam got up with difficulty and walked the few steps so he could hold her in his arms. After finding a relatively comfortable position so that none of their wounds were hurting, they lay down together. Jessica wrapped her good arm around him, and buried her face in his chest.

“It seems like a horrible bad dream,” she whispered, her eyes filling with tears, “I thought you died. It was the worst feeling in the world, thinking that I lost you.”

Sam kissed the top of her head, and tightened his hold on her, “How do you think I felt every day, seeing him do those things to you?” His eyes were wet at this point, “It felt like everything was being done to me too. But he will never harm you again. No one will. I promise you.”

Jessica kissed him gently on the lips, and then they just sat there together, basking in each other’s warmth, and at the fact that they were finally safe.

Suddenly Sam lifted his head, as if something had occurred to him, “Marry me.”

Jessica froze, “What?!”

“You heard me,” he said suddenly excited, “Marry me,” he repeated.

“We’re only eighteen, we’re so young.”

“So? I love you so much, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And plus we don’t have to get married right now. We can wait a year or two, and then we can have a huge wedding, or go to Las Vegas and get married by Elvis. I just want you to promise me that we will get married.”

Jessica thought about. Sam mistook this as a no, and started to pull away, but Jessica hung on to him with her arm.

“I promise.”

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