Cross-Over Murders by Frank F. Atanacio Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Six

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How Manual Rodriguez was Murderer...
The dark stranger was wearing a painter’s overalls covered in white paint.. His hair was matted because of the amount of sweat he let out dragging Manual Rodriguez into a small basement located on Railroads Avenue near Wentfield Park. The basement was once home to a small box-cutting factory that went out of business over twenty years ago. The windows were boarded up and there was wire mesh covering a small door way.
“My next project has to be...,” whispered the dark stranger as he leaned against the dirty foundation. “I think I’ll chop you up. I want to be different. I want to go down in history as someone who saved jobs by taking lives. In a thousand years, I might be a hero. Who know?”
Manual was not conscious. He wasn’t dead yet, but he wasn’t alert.
“Hey,” he called.
No reply.
“Don’t you want to see how you’re going to die?”
Still no reply.
“It’s different.”
Nothing.
“Exciting, and you’re going to be a part of it.”
The victim just stirred.
“Oh, looks like I gotta tie you up,” said the dark stranger. “That hit in the head I thought would keep you out for hours. I guess not, but that’s nothing I can’t fix. I kind of want you to be awake when the ax comes tumbling down on you. Cutting into your flesh, and crushing your bones. Doesn’t that really sound exciting?”
Manual moaned.
The dark stranger had tied his victim up and placed him on a thick wooden table. He looked around the basement looking for his ax. He saw it propped up against the entrance way and quickly fetched it. At that time he noticed his victim regaining full consciousness.
“I see that you’re awake?”
“What the hell?”
“You’ve been chosen.”
“Chosen?”
“To die next.”
“You’re that crazy killer?”
“Killer, but not crazy,” he replied feeling insulted.
“If you say so.”
“I say so!”
“Who are you?” Manual asked as he tried to struggle to get himself free.
“Your maker.”
“What?”
“Or is it taker?”
“You’re crazy!”

“Who tells you that?” asked the dark stranger. “I certainly didn’t jump into a truck looking for work knowing that someone is killing you guys. Have some common sense. Oh, and watch who you call crazy.”
“I want to go home!”
“You will,” smiled the dark stranger. “In pieces.”
“I wanna go home,” he grumbled.
“What should I cut off first?”
“If you do,” sobbed the victim. “Is there anyway you can give me some alcohol to numb the pain. I know it’s going to hurt badly, and if I’m going to die, please don’t make me suffer.”
“I don’t think I have any alcohol,” said the stranger. “I may have some red wine.”
“That’s alcohol.”
“You want the whole bottle.”
He nodded.
“Are you thirsty?”
“I said, I just want to num the pain.”
The dark stranger nodded.
“Please.”
“I didn’t say I was going to give it to you,” said the dark stranger. “All I said was that I had a bottle of it with me. I don’t think I want you to feel no pain. I want you to suffer. If not, I would have just killed you when you were out cold.”
“Please.”
“Don’t you want water?”
“No, the wine.”
“I can’t do that.”
“I knew I shouldn’t have gone to work,” cried the victim. “I had a very bad dream. It was a horrible dream.”
“What was your dream about?” asked the stranger as he touched the blade of the ax with his index finger. “Was it about the end of your life?”
“I don’t remember,” he lied.
The ax came down and instantly removed four of his fingers from his left hand. “Tell me about your dream!”
“I can’t remember!” he shouted as his face was disfigured by the pain. “I can’t remember!”
The ax came down again and removed the thumb from the bleeding hand.
“I had...I had a bad dream about me being the next victim,” he mumbled through quivering lips. “I had this dream.”
The dark stranger smiled.
“Please call an ambulance.”
The ax came down and instantly ripped the bottom part of his arm away. It was a disgusting turn of events. The murderer wasn’t getting creative, he was becoming a monster.
“How does it feel?”
The victim just moaned.
“I asked you a damn question!” he shouted with his eyes bulged.
Manual Rodriguez’s lips began to quiver again as he spoke. “End it now, don’t let me suffer. Take my life away now.”
“You will suffer first, my friend.”
“I wanna die now!”
“Lower your voice. You don’t want people to come by here to watch you being divided into pieces, right?”
“Kill me now!” he shouted as loud as he could.
Exasperated, the dark stranger leaned over the victim and forcibly grabbed his chin and pulled it toward him. “I won’t tell you again, keep your voice down. I’m dead serious.”
“Fuck you!”
The ax came down crushing the victim’s throat instantly.
“Damn!” Shouted the dark stranger. “I didn’t want him to die yet!”
It was too late. The victim had died instantly.
The dark stranger fell to the floor and began contemplating his next move.
His next victim?