Inside the Serial Killer's Mind--Part 2

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Kevin Harrington's girlfriend has just broken up with him and now he has gone mad...dangerously mad. Kevin surprises himself as he discovers his inner demon that causes him to torture and kill. This is Part 2 of the fictional series.

Submitted: October 10, 2009

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Submitted: October 10, 2009



The drive was a long one. I was dizzy and my heart was beating out of my chest. I drove the speed limit. I wanted nothing to interfere with my plans.

I entered Ally's neighborhood and slowly drove toward her house. I parked in the alley, the same one where the little scene took place a few nights prior. I got out of the car and, inch by agonizing inch, I crept closer to her house, walking through her neighbors' yards in the moonlight.

Finally, I could see her house. I could tell she was home by her living room light. I grabbed a large branch off of the neighbor's lawn and crept to Ally's back door. She didn't know it, but I still had a key to her house.

I tried the door, and it was actually unlocked. I walked in both back doors without making a sound. Right inside the back door was the kitchen. I could hear the television going in the next room. I crept to the living room and there she was lying on the couch watching TV. I instantly charged her and, just as she was looking up at me, I swung the stick hard and hit her square on the left side of her head...

Ally woke up in candlelight, naked, bound to a chair with duct tape, in a back room in the basement with no windows. Blood was dripping slowly from a cut on the left side of her head. Her hands were taped behind her back, legs taped to the chair, and chair tied to a wooden support beam with bedsheets.

I was running my hands through Ally's long, curly red hair. She grimaced in pain. "What...what the hell...?" she murmured. Finally she looked up at me, sitting in a chair right in front of her.

"Kevin? What the fuck are you doing to me?" She struggled against the duct tape. "What are you going to do to me?"

I smiled slyly at her. "I am going to cause you as much pain physically as you have caused me emotionally. You are going to die a slow, painful death!"

"No! NO!!" Ally wailed, rocking the chair back and forth.

"Baby, I need you to calm down or I am going to get right to it," I warned. "I want to show you my plans."

I walked over to my little area I had prepared and lit another candle with my lighter. There sat duct tape, a nail gun, baseball bat, blow torch, and a screwdriver.

Ally shrieked in fear. "Kevin, please no! You wouldn't do that to me would you? I will do anything you want!"

"Allison, I didn't think you would ever hurt me the way you did, but you hurt me worse than I am going to hurt you..." I got right up in her face, " dirty fucking bitch!"

She started sobbing uncontrollably. I didn't feel the least bit sorry for her. What she did to me was so emotionally devastating, and I had lost all feeling for her.

"What should we start with, Ally?" I looked over my table. "Well, all the running the other night killed my feet and my legs, so I figure, you can suffer as I did."

I grabbed the baseball bat and walked slowly to her.

Ally started shaking her head. "Kevin, you don't want to do this. I know you don't. Don't fuck your life up. I still care about you...I really do!"

I grinned at her. "Three days ago, I would never have considered doing something like this to you or anyone, but you have fucked my life up already and caused me to be like this. You have done this to yourself. So fuck you!"

I swung the bat as hard as I could at her lower left leg. I heard her tibia snap in half, but I kept swinging as she screamed at the top of her lungs. I swung at both legs, breaking bone after bone. I probably swung ten times before I finally stopped to catch my breath. I swung so hard, the duct tape holding her legs to the chair came loose.

Ally was crying hard. "You aren't going to get another chance to fuck over another man!" I screamed in rage. "You are getting what you deserve, because I did not deserve what you did to me."

I grabbed the nail gun. "My fucking feet are still killing me from running the other night!" I grabbed Ally's right foot and pressed the nail gun to thebottom of it.

She started breathing hard in panic. "! Please, no!"

I pulled the trigger and I watched the nail come out the other side of her foot. Again, a shrill scream. I kept pulling the trigger as I pressed the nail gun against other parts of her foot. I probably shot five into her right foot and then I shot several into her other foot.

This is kind of a rush, I thought to myself. "Revenge is sweet!" I said when Ally calmed down. "How does it feel? How does it feel to be tortured?"

"You're crazy!" Ally screamed through sobs of pain. "You're fucking crazy, Kevin!"

"No, Ally. I am hurt. I would rather be in your position right now than have gone through the emotional torture you have put me through!"

I grabbed the blowtorch. "Now this one really has no significance. It just kind of looked like fun."

Ally whimpered sheepishly. "Are you seriously going to burn me alive, Kevin? Nobody deserves that!"

"I doubt anyone has ever felt the pain I felt the other night. What you did to me, a guy who spent over half a decade searching for you, is nothing compared to what I am about to do to you!"

I duct taped her mouth first. I knew this would cause shrill screams like no one has ever heard. I lit the blow torch and crept toward her. I torched her hands first, and slowly went up her arm, cooking her, burning her like a piece of meat...just as she treated me like a piece of meat a few nights ago. All I could hear were muffled grunts coming from Ally.

I burned her chest, her other arm, stomach, crotch, legs, feet...and then I went up to her face. I burned her face for a good minute before I was done. The duct tape had worn off with the blow torch, but her screaming wasn't very loud when it had burned off. She must have lost her breath.

When I stopped, she was quiet, but still alive. The stench of burning human flesh and meat was overwhelming. Her head was bowed and her shoulders and chest were rising up and down, as she was trying to catch her breath. All that came out was whimpering and gasping. I put my hand to her chin and raised her head up. She was unrecognizable. Her eyes and eyelids had burned away, along with most of her lips and nose.

"Well, you don't even look like yourself now," I said as I removed my hand from her chin and grabbed the screwdriver. "Just like you showed me the other night. You're not who I thought you were...someone who I thought cared about me. Let's see if your new man wants you now, you...fucking...slutty whore! Now it's time to say good-bye."

All Ally could do is scream at the top of her lungs,as I shoved the screwdriver into her heart over and over and over. And then she let out a gurgling noise as she eventually took her last breath and died.

I had just killed the woman that I cared most about in my life...since I was fourteen years old. I took one last look at her before I dropped the screwdriver and ran up the stairs. I had blood all over me. So, I decided to take a real quick shower and get a change of clothes. Ally had a hooded sweatshirt of mine and a pair of sweatpants I knew would fit me. My shoes had blood on them, so I cleaned them up and went to the car with my bloody clothes.

I took off with the car and headed to the area where I had originally hidden at the other night and dropped my bloody clothes in one of the trashcans. I knew people would suspect me for Ally's murder immediately. That is why I was going to disappear. I didn't know where I was going to disappear to, but I decided to quickly return Rachel's car. I had to come up with a disappearing act quick.


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