Chapter 11
Hals
I’m giddy with excitement. The day’s finally here. Nothing can beat the high I'm feeling at this moment. All I’s have been dotted and the T’s crossed. Tonight is going to go off without a hitch and the virgin’s blood will coat our dicks.
I’m already hard just envisioning it.
“Let’s go!” Jensen yells from the living room.
“Hold your fucking horses, man. I need to take a crap before we go!” Jonas screams as his feet pound on the steps, getting louder the closer they get to the top.
I step out of my room just as he hits the landing, deciding to fuck with him some. I jump in his way, wrapping my arms around him, and planting my feet firmly on the floor.
“Let go of me or I’m going to make sure when I finally get to the bathroom to get a handful of shit and smear it across your face.”
I let go, jumping back from him at his words. The fucker’s crazy enough to do it.
“Psyche!” he taunts as he heads to his ensuite bathroom.
I chuckle as I sprint down the steps.
“Got your gear?” Jensen asks without even looking up.
“Yep, it's already in the truck. Don’t you have faith in me? I forgot it one time, three years ago.” I shake my head as I plop on the couch. “Jonas needs to hurry. We still need to get to the party and get our people set up.”
They always worry about me being the one to hold us up, but it’s always one of them.
Ten minutes later, Jonas comes down the stairs, bag in hand.
“About fucking time,” I snort.
“Fuck you. Let’s go, it’s time to party,” he sings, as he dances toward the car.
Standing up, I fall in line behind him and Jensen, stopping long enough to lock the door.
All I can think about is what’s to come tonight.
It takes about twenty minutes to make it to the party. The spot where all the fun will start. It’s here where we will, one by one, lead them to their pending deaths. Not that they know.
We park our car off the side of the dirt path. We already have our all-terrain vehicles hidden just out of sight for those places that will take us a little longer to get to, especially with the extra weight we’ll be carrying.
When we step into the house, the party is in full swing. Bodies are grinding on each other as the music blares, drugs and alcohol being spread around.
As I look around the living room, eager to spot our marks, I catch sight of the leeches: Jenny, Allie, and Ellie.
Their eyes lock with mine, but instead of sauntering over to us, wrapping their limbs around us, marking us as theirs, they stand there, glaring back with matching smirks on their faces. Then they turn and walk away.
They just walk away. Odd. Not hated. But odd. At least they’re not going to be a distraction now.
Jonas bumps my shoulder. “There’s your guy. Want to go ahead and get him?”
I look in the direction that Jonas nods his head, and low and behold, there's the man I can’t wait to kill. Dylan St James.
If he wasn’t already going to die tonight, I wonder how he’d react to being drugged and raped by some fucking burly-ass dude.
Having his asshole ripped open as he bleeds on their cock as they use his body for any depraved sexual act they wanted?
Then when they’re done, tossing him in the yard with no memory of what happened, only the physical scars.
I reach into my pocket, letting my hand hold the tiny packet. When we thought of the best course of action to get the three men where we wanted them, we all settled on one. Drugs.
“So how are we handling this?” Jonas whispers. “Because my guy just stepped up beside him. We can get two birds with one stone.”
I glance over and there he is. Philip Masterson. Yeah, he won’t fare well with this role reversal tonight. Let’s see how he likes someone deriving their pleasure by inflicting pain on him. My mind is running through all the vile words that Jonas is going to come up with to carve into his body.
“Since they like drugs, let's give them both some. An extra dose. Keeps us from having to make an extra trip.” I smirk.
Jensen heads over to the keg, making two beers and bringing them back to us.
We form a circle off to the side and I pull the baggie out, pouring a considerable amount of the dissolvable powder into each of the cups.
After using my finger to stir them up, I make sure to wipe the liquid off on my pants.
Wouldn't want to inadvertently get a taste of it myself.
“Where’s your bimbo of the night?” I ask, but right on time, she comes slithering over to us. She’ll do anything for the right price, no questions asked, and her payment of choice is cash.
Rose Stephens, the school slut, willing to open her legs for anyone who wants to pay.
“Hey, Jensie,” she wraps her arms around his neck, and I can see him cringing at her touch.
“It’s Jensen, Rose.” He grasps her arms, removing them from his neck, then reaches into his pocket, pulling out a wad of cash.
“I need a favor. We’ve got a little game going tonight with Dylan and Philip.
We need you to take these drinks over to them and make sure they drink them.
Once they finish them, lead them out to the woods, promising them a good time. We’ll take it from there.”
She takes the cash, counting the bills before slipping it into her bra, giving us all a little wink. “Easy enough.”
Rose takes the drinks from Jonas and goes to walk off.
“Remember, they’re not from us, and make sure they drink it all before you lead them out there,” I remind her. We don’t need her fucking going rogue on our asses.
We wait, making sure they take the bait, and just as we suspected, they eat it up. Once they’ve taken a few sips, we duck out of the room and make our way to the meetup spot.
Tonight is going easier than we expected.
Twilight has just hit, and it’s beginning to get dark, giving us the perfect cover. We don’t have to wait long before we see Rose heading our way, each of her arms looped through one of theirs as they drunkenly stagger our way.
“Here you go, boys. Pleasure doing business with you.” She pulls her arms out of their grasp and they topple to the ground, crawling around like a pitiful mess.
“Thanks. And remember, if anyone asks, you wanted to fuck, and they passed out before anything could happen and you left them.”
“Honestly guys, I don’t give a shit what’s going on. I’m out of here. After tonight, I got an audition in Vegas to work as a showgirl in a headlining show. It’s not like I was actually graduating, anyway.” She saunters off, not even giving us another glance.
Once she’s gone, I take hold of Philip’s hands while Jensen takes his feet, lifting him up and dropping him into the cart attached to one of the ATVs. When we turn around, Jonas has Dylan tossed over his shoulder and he’s headed toward the other ATV with a cart attached to it.
“Let’s get them in place so we can get mine,” Jensen says. “Then the killing begins just in time for us to meet up with Hilary after.”
Everyone’s excited for the virgin. What can we say? We love making a girl bleed.
It takes us a good forty minutes between the three of us to restrain both these dicks at their location and head back for our final guy.
And he’s Jensen’s. Jack Schwartz.
The prick who thinks he’s better than one of our own. Too bad he won’t be able to boast after tonight. He’s a little more risky being on the track team, but our parents can go to hell if they want to complain about the choice.
If the college and police in this town were smart, you’d think they would catch on to the mysterious disappearances that always happen on Friday the thirteenth over the years.
But money talks and nameless nobodies are never cared about.
We pull our ATVs back to the edge of the woodline and climb off. It’s time to search for the last one. A quick check of my watch tells me we’re ahead of schedule.
My eyes roam over the crowd, waiting for the girls to make their way over to us, but they’re nowhere to be found.
Man, this night keeps getting better and better. We thought we’d have a hell of a time trying to ditch them, but they’re giving us the space we want. Maybe there are some redeeming qualities to them we didn’t know about.
Meh, it’s still not enough for me to want to tie myself to her for the rest of my life.
“See him anywhere?” Jensen leans into me.
“Not sure. Let’s head inside. We know he’s here. There’s no way he isn’t going to be. Not with all his frat buddies here and the free pussy running around.”
The key is to get him away from everyone once we find him. Jensen has contingency plans for everything.
We head inside and make a few laps, the two of them looking downstairs while I head upstairs. Room by room I check, but the only thing I find are people in various states of fucking. All it does is make me yearn for what I know is coming.
When he’s nowhere to be found, I head down the stairs, Jensen and Jonas waiting at the bottom.
“Any luck?”
“No, let’s head out front; it's the only place left to look.” We move in a single file unit toward the door, stepping out onto the front porch. The front yard is relatively empty since the fire pit is in the backyard.
“Wait, look over there,” Jonas whispers, pointing in the direction of the cars. “Is that him?”
“Yeah, it fucking is. Who has the needle?” Jensen asks, already moving down the steps.
“I do,” Jonas announces proudly, patting his jacket.
“Give it to me. The two of you head over and distract him. I’ll sneak up from behind and stick him.
We can carry him to the woodline and move to the back, where the ATVs are.
Then the fun begins, and he’s the lucky one to be first.” Jensen stops at the end of the steps, turning to face us, rubbing his hands together like an evil villain before reaching for the needle.
Jonas hands it to him, and we head toward Jack, while Jensen sneaks around the side of the cars.
Game on.