Read you homies
Chapter 1:
There they were, the man and woman he had targeted, it seemed like years ago, but only months. Every Friday night, Kristov would see a movie, and always they would be there.
With there disgusting noises, a seeming savior from there loveless marriage that they were stringing out as long as they could just so they wouldn’t conform the masses, who they most likely thought was ignorant.
They ruined his movie for the last time that night. It seemed that the only thing that could save there marriage was sex, something that they had started out with, then when it all got old, there marriage seemed to slip away until they found this thing that would save it.
Why would people try to save something they obviously hated? Kristov knew that you shouldn’t do things on impulse, and should test things and wait. This was what they were doing, but to keep there marriage going they would have to keep doing it, he didn’t want to change his movie night to Saturday, because Sunday was the day that he relaxed, drank some scotch and played pool with his friends, while Saturday he volunteered at the animal shelter.
This was his reward to himself from the work he had to do with the crazy people of Vivesille. As one of the few psychiatrists he had plenty of business. He lived in a big two story house and had his own mini bar with brandy, scotch, and wine. He had all of the fancy glasses that you used for the martinis and brandy that only the rich really bought, for self recognition of there richness.
He was proud when his colleagues and old friends cam over, they played chess and pool and shared there theories of society and science while sipping at the drinks. Some would say it was snooty, others would say boring. But he liked challenging people and mesmerizing them. It was something that made him proud of how he thought, even at times that he questioned his decisions.
Fridays he drove to the movie theatre in his black Mercedes and sat at the back. He thought of every loop hole in the plots of the movie. Most people went to the movies to watch, and see the picture book on the screen. He wished he could be like that again, before he noticed that people didn’t consider every minute thing when they wrote the screenplays.
He sat trying to pay attention to the film while he ate the disgustingly bad for you pop corn that was so addicting he could cry. While he was riding on the train of thought it was suddenly derailed by the old woman’s muffled moans.
This time would be different for them though, they would come with him to his house, if they wanted to or not. He patted his pocket. His five-hundred thousand volt tazer had a brand new battery and it was just itching for its prongs to meet the back of there necks for just five seconds.
They were walking by his car now he pressed the button for the doors to unlock and the couple didn’t think anything about it. He took out the tazer, squatted down and leaped into the air, he landed behind the man, he pressed the button as it touched the back of his neck, sending the little blue bolt of electricity to try to meet the other prong, but instead met the mans spine.
The woman began to turn around but his free arm bent as he jumped and came down onto her head with his elbow.
When he landed he spun around with his arm out and stuck the tazer into his pocket at the same time, catching both people. His massive arms swept them off there feet and into the car. He opened the back door and shoved them in.
He shut the door, jumped over the hood and got in, he pressed a button on his car and it started, it was easier to get away. As he looked around at the people who watched him, and saw there was a middle aged man chasing him, he was obese and was trying to be a hero. This entertained him for a few seconds, then he stepped on the gas a little more and sped out of site.
“Ha! Are you two up yet?” He said to the two recovering people in the back seat. As soon as they realized what happen he heard the two begin to cry. “Why are you crying? You knew death would come sooner or later.”
“Why are you doing this?” The man asked him, crying. “What did we do to you?”
“Every Friday night I’ve come to see a movie, and you and your wife have ruined it by making love in the movie theatre, for three months.” He told them, “And now I am taking charge. Now what do you say we get better acquainted? My name is Kristov, what’s yours and your wife’s?”
“Just because you ruined you movie? That’s why you’ve kidnapped us?” The woman said, she had stopped crying but the man hadn’t yet.
“No, not just one movie, but twenty-eight, twenty-eight movies, that’s one-hundred-ninety-six dollars. Money that of instead I could have used to buy groceries, or paid my bills but instead I went there and had to sit through the movie with your disgusting noises coming from the back of the theatre.”
He was coming close to home now. “Well, since your about to die why don’t you shower me with the excuses.” He told them. “Just like everyone does.”
They just sat quiet there until Kristov turned the corner that his house was on. “I guess we deserve this, we aren’t married, we both have our own spouse.”
“Man by nature is supposed to have harem’s of woman, not just one for a long time.” He told them. But it still made him sick, in society it was unaccepted and the amount of grief that they would put there spouse through, all of the emotional pain that they would have to overcome. Sometimes it was situations like this that would give Kristov more business.
But these two wouldn’t be spared just so Kristov “might” get a few extra hundred dollars at the end of the week. Money was a disgusting thing, but it was a necessity for living in this day and age.
“But just because of that I am not going to spare you.” He told them then turned around just in time for a punch in the face. He slammed the breaks and got out of the car, he wet to the back door and opened it. Kristov had been a boxer in his college years, so he knew how to take a punch, but even if he didn’t, all the fists were meeting was his well worked out body.
He took the tazer from his pocket and grabbed the man by the hair, he pulled him out of the car and slammed his face against the side, then shocked the back of his neck until he went completely retarded.
“And all of the knowledge he ever obtained, all of the instincts that had been passed down to him are erased. He now cant even defend himself. He isn’t a human anymore.” He told the seeming no one standing there, and threw him back in the back.
He got back in and drove around the block again just in case someone had seen him, they wouldn’t follow him very far.
He arrived at his house and he opened the garage door, it rolled up and he drove his car into the large garage. After the door closed he got out and took the retarded man and his woman out of the car.
He hand cuffed the woman and he took her inside his house. In his big living room was a patch of carpet that lifted up revealing a door. He opened it and threw the man down the stairs he walked down the stairs into a bare room holding the woman with his rite hand and closed the door after him.
They were almost down when he took her hand cuffs off and pushed her down. She landed and ran to a corner.
The room was concrete, the walls were smoother and so was the floor, there was a shower spout on the ceiling, with a drain at the bottom and a fire place on the far side of the wall, with a vent at the top so the smoke flowed into a fireplace in the living room then into a third, then to the chimney.
He took his shirt off revealing his muscular body and looked at the woman. She was crying again.
He approached her and on the way he kicked the head of the man in so his neck broke. He got to the woman and pulled her towards him.
“You don’t get to choose how to die.” He told her and shoved one of his fingers into her throat and ripped out her jugular vein, and threw he on the floor, she looked up at him in her last few moments of life, gasping for air as a puddle of blood was forming under her.
Kristov got onto his knees and sat on them in the blood, he laughed louder and louder as the woman drifted off into unconcessness and then shortly after wards. Death
There they were, the man and woman he had targeted, it seemed like years ago, but only months. Every Friday night, Kristov would see a movie, and always they would be there.
With there disgusting noises, a seeming savior from there loveless marriage that they were stringing out as long as they could just so they wouldn’t conform the masses, who they most likely thought was ignorant.
They ruined his movie for the last time that night. It seemed that the only thing that could save there marriage was sex, something that they had started out with, then when it all got old, there marriage seemed to slip away until they found this thing that would save it.
Why would people try to save something they obviously hated? Kristov knew that you shouldn’t do things on impulse, and should test things and wait. This was what they were doing, but to keep there marriage going they would have to keep doing it, he didn’t want to change his movie night to Saturday, because Sunday was the day that he relaxed, drank some scotch and played pool with his friends, while Saturday he volunteered at the animal shelter.
This was his reward to himself from the work he had to do with the crazy people of Vivesille. As one of the few psychiatrists he had plenty of business. He lived in a big two story house and had his own mini bar with brandy, scotch, and wine. He had all of the fancy glasses that you used for the martinis and brandy that only the rich really bought, for self recognition of there richness.
He was proud when his colleagues and old friends cam over, they played chess and pool and shared there theories of society and science while sipping at the drinks. Some would say it was snooty, others would say boring. But he liked challenging people and mesmerizing them. It was something that made him proud of how he thought, even at times that he questioned his decisions.
Fridays he drove to the movie theatre in his black Mercedes and sat at the back. He thought of every loop hole in the plots of the movie. Most people went to the movies to watch, and see the picture book on the screen. He wished he could be like that again, before he noticed that people didn’t consider every minute thing when they wrote the screenplays.
He sat trying to pay attention to the film while he ate the disgustingly bad for you pop corn that was so addicting he could cry. While he was riding on the train of thought it was suddenly derailed by the old woman’s muffled moans.
This time would be different for them though, they would come with him to his house, if they wanted to or not. He patted his pocket. His five-hundred thousand volt tazer had a brand new battery and it was just itching for its prongs to meet the back of there necks for just five seconds.
They were walking by his car now he pressed the button for the doors to unlock and the couple didn’t think anything about it. He took out the tazer, squatted down and leaped into the air, he landed behind the man, he pressed the button as it touched the back of his neck, sending the little blue bolt of electricity to try to meet the other prong, but instead met the mans spine.
The woman began to turn around but his free arm bent as he jumped and came down onto her head with his elbow.
When he landed he spun around with his arm out and stuck the tazer into his pocket at the same time, catching both people. His massive arms swept them off there feet and into the car. He opened the back door and shoved them in.
He shut the door, jumped over the hood and got in, he pressed a button on his car and it started, it was easier to get away. As he looked around at the people who watched him, and saw there was a middle aged man chasing him, he was obese and was trying to be a hero. This entertained him for a few seconds, then he stepped on the gas a little more and sped out of site.
“Ha! Are you two up yet?” He said to the two recovering people in the back seat. As soon as they realized what happen he heard the two begin to cry. “Why are you crying? You knew death would come sooner or later.”
“Why are you doing this?” The man asked him, crying. “What did we do to you?”
“Every Friday night I’ve come to see a movie, and you and your wife have ruined it by making love in the movie theatre, for three months.” He told them, “And now I am taking charge. Now what do you say we get better acquainted? My name is Kristov, what’s yours and your wife’s?”
“Just because you ruined you movie? That’s why you’ve kidnapped us?” The woman said, she had stopped crying but the man hadn’t yet.
“No, not just one movie, but twenty-eight, twenty-eight movies, that’s one-hundred-ninety-six dollars. Money that of instead I could have used to buy groceries, or paid my bills but instead I went there and had to sit through the movie with your disgusting noises coming from the back of the theatre.”
He was coming close to home now. “Well, since your about to die why don’t you shower me with the excuses.” He told them. “Just like everyone does.”
They just sat quiet there until Kristov turned the corner that his house was on. “I guess we deserve this, we aren’t married, we both have our own spouse.”
“Man by nature is supposed to have harem’s of woman, not just one for a long time.” He told them. But it still made him sick, in society it was unaccepted and the amount of grief that they would put there spouse through, all of the emotional pain that they would have to overcome. Sometimes it was situations like this that would give Kristov more business.
But these two wouldn’t be spared just so Kristov “might” get a few extra hundred dollars at the end of the week. Money was a disgusting thing, but it was a necessity for living in this day and age.
“But just because of that I am not going to spare you.” He told them then turned around just in time for a punch in the face. He slammed the breaks and got out of the car, he wet to the back door and opened it. Kristov had been a boxer in his college years, so he knew how to take a punch, but even if he didn’t, all the fists were meeting was his well worked out body.
He took the tazer from his pocket and grabbed the man by the hair, he pulled him out of the car and slammed his face against the side, then shocked the back of his neck until he went completely retarded.
“And all of the knowledge he ever obtained, all of the instincts that had been passed down to him are erased. He now cant even defend himself. He isn’t a human anymore.” He told the seeming no one standing there, and threw him back in the back.
He got back in and drove around the block again just in case someone had seen him, they wouldn’t follow him very far.
He arrived at his house and he opened the garage door, it rolled up and he drove his car into the large garage. After the door closed he got out and took the retarded man and his woman out of the car.
He hand cuffed the woman and he took her inside his house. In his big living room was a patch of carpet that lifted up revealing a door. He opened it and threw the man down the stairs he walked down the stairs into a bare room holding the woman with his rite hand and closed the door after him.
They were almost down when he took her hand cuffs off and pushed her down. She landed and ran to a corner.
The room was concrete, the walls were smoother and so was the floor, there was a shower spout on the ceiling, with a drain at the bottom and a fire place on the far side of the wall, with a vent at the top so the smoke flowed into a fireplace in the living room then into a third, then to the chimney.
He took his shirt off revealing his muscular body and looked at the woman. She was crying again.
He approached her and on the way he kicked the head of the man in so his neck broke. He got to the woman and pulled her towards him.
“You don’t get to choose how to die.” He told her and shoved one of his fingers into her throat and ripped out her jugular vein, and threw he on the floor, she looked up at him in her last few moments of life, gasping for air as a puddle of blood was forming under her.
Kristov got onto his knees and sat on them in the blood, he laughed louder and louder as the woman drifted off into unconcessness and then shortly after wards. Death