Mark's throat tightened as the door opened upon Jenny's form. As far as he could tell, his eyes were jutting out of their sockets like some bad excuse for a monster mask. Her sandy-blonde hair was untied and wild behind her head, her thick black-rimmed glasses were in the corner of the couch half-folded, and her feet were bare. He hocked a silent ball of gelatinous snot into the back of his mouth and swallowed. "What are you doing here?"
"What are you doing here?" she said, her widened eyes slowly narrowing.
"Your mom said you were at the mall-"
"She did?"
"Yeah-"
"Stupid bitch." Jenny shrugged and walked over to the couch and sat down on her glasses. "I told her I was coming over here to study."
"Have you been studying?"
"No, asshole, just smokin' weed and watchin' TV." Jenny looked away, her face reddening, and giggled.
"Where's Irwin?"
"In the bathroom, I think-"
"You think?"
"Yes. Therefore I am-"
"Shut the fuck up-" Mark leaned back and stretched, then snapped his fists out, his elbows popping.
"I hate it when you do that-"
"I know." He looked down at his girlfriend's curled up legs under her short skirt as she turned on the TV and could see half her ass but not the slightest hint of panties. Something sounded behind him and he turned, only to catch the back half of Mr. Cook's emaciated, slouching, towel-wrapped body whisk its way down the hall. "I've got to pee."
The bathroom was humid, a film of antibacterial soap smeared on the walls and toilet, the mirror a refuge of manufactured fog. A triple-bladed shaving razor with a curly spring of a hair lay on the slippery sink. As he pissed, he leaned over and peered into the waste basket: empty. A zip and two deep breaths and he was in the hall again, a vein in the side of his forehead filling and emptying as fast as he could think.
Mr. Cook's bedroom door was shut. So he went into the other bedroom, where Mr. Cook kept his computer and where he and Jenny had spent many nights sleeping at nonexistent friends' houses. "Jenny," he called.
As she tiptoed into the room, Mark pushed her onto the day-bed and closed and locked the door behind him. He dropped to his knees and heaved his face between her legs, into her hairless labia, which were stiff and leathery and smelled, under the initial scent of shaving cream, of latex and chlorine. He stabbed four fingers in her, scraping with his nails against the walls of her vagina, digging flesh into his fingertips, until she pulled his hair and cried, "Stop, Mark, that hurts-"
"But you like it to hurt-" he panted.
"Not like that." She let out a breath as he pulled his hand out of her. "Just fuck me and get it over with-"
Mark got up on the bed and back on his knees but next to her head. He unzipped his pants. "Just suck it."
Fifteen or twenty vacuums of her lips and tongue and Mark pulled his penis from her mouth, jerked her head back with his blood-stained hand, and pumped semen into her face with the other. He quickly buttoned his jeans and wiped his hands on her skirt. "I've got to go."
At the door to the bedroom, he turned and watched for a moment as Jenny rubbed her eyes with a corner of blanket. He shut the door behind him without making a sound.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
The Life and Times of Phil Wii, Part I
Mark glanced at the watch he'd taken off a dead boy two months ago, then looked up at the end of his street. Sure fucking enough, there he was, a slight kid in a McDonald's uniform baby-stepping a straight line across the entrance to the avenue. He picked the last of the chicken out of his teeth with the slender X-acto knife he'd stolen from art class and took off.
He could see the back of the kid's bobbing body as he rounded the corner and began to pick up speed. Putting his his blade in his pocket, next to his straight razor, pliers, and a large, folded Zip-loc baggie, he yawned, keeping his eyes cheetah-like on the boy's slinky form. After several blocks of nondescript, aluminum-sided houses that looked exactly like his own, the boy turned onto the bike path that led directly to the back of their high school. Mark wiped his dry brow as he came within ten feet of the boy.
"Hey."
A small scream escaped from the boy's pale lips as he turned around.
"Where you going?"
"Home." The boy looked down and away as Mark stared into his eyes.
"Do you have to go home right now?"
"Yes."
"What's your favorite color?"
"Blue."
"Mine too. Do you like animals?"
"Yes."
"Which ones?"
"Umm, I like squirrels and frogs."
"Really? Me too." Mark rocked back and forth on his heels in his Nikes. The boy was not quite Asian, not quite white. His hair was a shiny, stereotypical black, his face a boring oval. But his eyes, from what Mark could see of them, were a deep dark brown, almost coal in color, and weren't quite almond-shaped. For all the good Asian qualities they exhibited, they were fortified with the best of Caucasoid characteristics. Same with the nose - it was no wide, formless bump with two holes; rather, it was a slick sliver of cartilage perfectly bordered at the tip, which was turned up just the slightest. "You know, there's a place in the woods over there where there's a lot of squirrels and frogs."
"Really?" The boy looked up, then straightaway looked back at his black sneakers.
"Yeah. Wanna go see?"
"I have to go home."
"No, you don't. I mean, there's, like, a million squirrels and frogs in this one place back there. It's amazing. You won't believe your eyes."
The boy turned the toe of his sneaker into the asphalt and finally looked up. "Where?"
"This way."
Fifty yards into the woods, Mark stopped and turned to face the boy. "How come you never told me you worked at McDonald's?"
The boy looked away. "I don't know-"
"You know, I fucking hate McDonald's-" And Mark buried his fist into the center of the boy's face, sending the kid onto the leaves and sticks of the woods' floor with a hushed plop!
He could see the back of the kid's bobbing body as he rounded the corner and began to pick up speed. Putting his his blade in his pocket, next to his straight razor, pliers, and a large, folded Zip-loc baggie, he yawned, keeping his eyes cheetah-like on the boy's slinky form. After several blocks of nondescript, aluminum-sided houses that looked exactly like his own, the boy turned onto the bike path that led directly to the back of their high school. Mark wiped his dry brow as he came within ten feet of the boy.
"Hey."
A small scream escaped from the boy's pale lips as he turned around.
"Where you going?"
"Home." The boy looked down and away as Mark stared into his eyes.
"Do you have to go home right now?"
"Yes."
"What's your favorite color?"
"Blue."
"Mine too. Do you like animals?"
"Yes."
"Which ones?"
"Umm, I like squirrels and frogs."
"Really? Me too." Mark rocked back and forth on his heels in his Nikes. The boy was not quite Asian, not quite white. His hair was a shiny, stereotypical black, his face a boring oval. But his eyes, from what Mark could see of them, were a deep dark brown, almost coal in color, and weren't quite almond-shaped. For all the good Asian qualities they exhibited, they were fortified with the best of Caucasoid characteristics. Same with the nose - it was no wide, formless bump with two holes; rather, it was a slick sliver of cartilage perfectly bordered at the tip, which was turned up just the slightest. "You know, there's a place in the woods over there where there's a lot of squirrels and frogs."
"Really?" The boy looked up, then straightaway looked back at his black sneakers.
"Yeah. Wanna go see?"
"I have to go home."
"No, you don't. I mean, there's, like, a million squirrels and frogs in this one place back there. It's amazing. You won't believe your eyes."
The boy turned the toe of his sneaker into the asphalt and finally looked up. "Where?"
"This way."
Fifty yards into the woods, Mark stopped and turned to face the boy. "How come you never told me you worked at McDonald's?"
The boy looked away. "I don't know-"
"You know, I fucking hate McDonald's-" And Mark buried his fist into the center of the boy's face, sending the kid onto the leaves and sticks of the woods' floor with a hushed plop!
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Police Briefs
Police Confirm Remains Are Those of Missing Teen
By Mike Gribble
Evening Gazzette Staff Writer
Cedarville - The Cedarville Sheriff's Department confirmed Tuesday that the human remains found in the woods behind Cedarville High School last Saturday are those of fourteen year-old Phil Wii, a student at Cedarville High School who suffered from autism and had been missing for the last two months. The Sheriff's Department immediately ruled Wii's death a homicide - the fifth of a male teenager in Cedarville this year after a ten-year period in which the city had seen no murders and a decrease in all violent crimes.
Wii had been missing since June, when his parents contacted police and then the media in an effort to bring their son home. Community support for the Wiis was overwhelming, and a grassroots campaign to find the missing boy was undertaken, only to prove fruitless after several weeks of round-the-clock searching by hundreds of volunteers. The community was dispirited but refused to give up hope. "We thank everyone in Cedarville for their vigilance, support, charity, and prayers. Our son is home. May God bless you all," said the Wiis in a prepared statement read by family spokeswoman May Wii, the young teenager's paternal aunt.
Police say that Wii's body may never have been found if it had not been for a homeless man who decided that fateful Saturday to dig himself a makeshift latrine in the woods behind the high school, where he had migrated that morning after being asked to leave the forest around the city dump where he had been living for more than a month. While excavating mounds of earth with his bare hands, the man, Lorenzo Dundell, of no fixed address, came upon a gruesome sight: that of young Wii's dismembered corpse. Police say that Dundell is not a suspect and has been cleared of any involvement in the slaying.
Though the circumstances of the five cases are striking in their similarity - all five boys' bodies showed signs of torture and possibly rape and were missing all fingers, teeth, and eyes, as well as their genitals - the Sheriff's Department refuses to conjecture that the homicides are related or were even committed by the same person or persons. "While some things are the same, we need to have further evidence before we can objectively say that the last four murders aren't copycats of the first murder," said Stacey Lyman, spokeswoman for the Cedarville Sheriff's Department. Lyman added, "We want to assure the public that they are safe and that we have several strong leads we are pursuing."
However, officials close to the five investigations, speaking on condition of anonymity, informed the Evening Gazette that the Sheriff's Department does not, in fact, have any leads - or much evidence, for that matter. "They have nothing," said one source. "No suspects, no leads, no DNA evidence. They doubt they'll ever recover the boys' missing body parts, and I very much believe they are in over their heads and will not be able to solve any of the cases without help from the federal government." Lyman had no comment on these allegations.
Stephanie Adcock contributed to this report.
By Mike Gribble
Evening Gazzette Staff Writer
Cedarville - The Cedarville Sheriff's Department confirmed Tuesday that the human remains found in the woods behind Cedarville High School last Saturday are those of fourteen year-old Phil Wii, a student at Cedarville High School who suffered from autism and had been missing for the last two months. The Sheriff's Department immediately ruled Wii's death a homicide - the fifth of a male teenager in Cedarville this year after a ten-year period in which the city had seen no murders and a decrease in all violent crimes.
Wii had been missing since June, when his parents contacted police and then the media in an effort to bring their son home. Community support for the Wiis was overwhelming, and a grassroots campaign to find the missing boy was undertaken, only to prove fruitless after several weeks of round-the-clock searching by hundreds of volunteers. The community was dispirited but refused to give up hope. "We thank everyone in Cedarville for their vigilance, support, charity, and prayers. Our son is home. May God bless you all," said the Wiis in a prepared statement read by family spokeswoman May Wii, the young teenager's paternal aunt.
Police say that Wii's body may never have been found if it had not been for a homeless man who decided that fateful Saturday to dig himself a makeshift latrine in the woods behind the high school, where he had migrated that morning after being asked to leave the forest around the city dump where he had been living for more than a month. While excavating mounds of earth with his bare hands, the man, Lorenzo Dundell, of no fixed address, came upon a gruesome sight: that of young Wii's dismembered corpse. Police say that Dundell is not a suspect and has been cleared of any involvement in the slaying.
Though the circumstances of the five cases are striking in their similarity - all five boys' bodies showed signs of torture and possibly rape and were missing all fingers, teeth, and eyes, as well as their genitals - the Sheriff's Department refuses to conjecture that the homicides are related or were even committed by the same person or persons. "While some things are the same, we need to have further evidence before we can objectively say that the last four murders aren't copycats of the first murder," said Stacey Lyman, spokeswoman for the Cedarville Sheriff's Department. Lyman added, "We want to assure the public that they are safe and that we have several strong leads we are pursuing."
However, officials close to the five investigations, speaking on condition of anonymity, informed the Evening Gazette that the Sheriff's Department does not, in fact, have any leads - or much evidence, for that matter. "They have nothing," said one source. "No suspects, no leads, no DNA evidence. They doubt they'll ever recover the boys' missing body parts, and I very much believe they are in over their heads and will not be able to solve any of the cases without help from the federal government." Lyman had no comment on these allegations.
Stephanie Adcock contributed to this report.
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