Kayla and Vivi

Kayla Connelly laid in her bed with her knees propping up her sketchbook, black hair draped over her pale bare chest. On her current page, she sketched in Kitty Grant's face as she recalled it from the funeral earlier today. She'd left early. Too many people were crying, and she wasn't about to be seen crying in public herself.

She flipped the page and drew Kitty's naked dead body. She drew the girl's guts coming out, her arm on the ground beside her, her throat torn out, and her thighs destroyed to the bone. Why did she feel like crying now, of all times? She'd been all right while she snuck into the morgue and drew Kitty's corpse the first time. Maybe it had something to do with the two vibrators quivering in her slit, and the guilt that had come with doing the same thing to Dani and Erica's corpses—though there hadn't been much left of the Winters girls, and she hadn’t cried when she masturbated to their remains. Dani's remains in particular had given her one of the best orgasms in her 15 years: her head only half there, red hair coating her blood-soaked skin, a bit of her brain leaking from her empty eye socket, and her tight little body smashed beyond recognition. Standing over the bloody mess in the morgue, it was hard to believe she'd made out with this girl, naked, five years ago in fourth grade before either of them knew the social taboo behind what they did.

Kayla clenched her teeth and bit her blanket to keep from screaming in pleasure. She shoved a hand down between her legs and pressed hard on her clit. She closed her eyes and waited for her orgasm to subside before returning to her drawing, wiping her wet hand on the blanket. The memory of Dani fresh in her mind, Kayla drew a man kneeling beside Kitty's corpse. She got him roughed in, then realized Kitty's wounds didn't really look like a man—or a human, for that matter—had inflicted them. It looked more like something a large wolf or a bear would do, but there were no bears or wolves within a hundred miles of Summermount. It had to have been a person, and the level of brutality suggested it was the same man who had murdered the Winters girls.

Kayla drew the man nice and handsome, naked, jerking himself off over Kitty's mutilated corpse. As far as she knew, the killer hadn't ejaculated on Kitty, but that didn't mean he wasn't masturbating to it. Kayla certainly would have, had she killed Kitty. She wouldn't have, though. As much as she fantasized about either killing or raping her classmates, she was 90% sure she could never actually go through with it.

Her laptop/tablet hybrid played a bleep beside her. She gave the screen a poke and waited for it to light up.

Vivi: u c kitty in teh morg?

Vivian Maine's picture displayed above the chatbox. Her hair, naturally blond and dyed black, was streaked with blue today, presumably to match her eyes and personality. Kayla replied:

Kayla: Want details?

Vivi: yesyesfuckyes!!!

Kayla: Throat torn out, belly cut open and guts eaten, arm ripped off, thighs ea

Kayla: *eaten.

Kayla: Still cute as fuck.

Vivi: omfg so hot!!! i wish tat was me!!!!!

Kayla: Want picture?

Vivi: fuk yes

Kayla dragged the pictures she'd taken at the morgue into the chatbox. She waited a moment for them to upload and for Vivi to download them.

Vivi: *cums*

Vivi: *squirts*

Kayla laughed. Vivi was the only person she knew who role-played in Skype.

Vivi: i been wonderin, do all dead peoples faces look like that?

Kayla: P. much. Can't do expressions b/c muscles relax postmortem.

Vivi: can u draw me like tat?

Kayla: Again?

Vivi: ya

Kayla started to reply affirmatively, then hesitated. She'd drawn Vivi dead and dying probably a hundred times now in a hundred different ways. She could draw her best friend's face and body from memory now from nearly any angle. She wasn't getting tired of it—she always loved drawing a Vivi death scene, giving it to her, then either masturbating together or having sex—but there was a serial killer in Summermount now.

Kayla: I have a better idea.

Vivi: ???

Kayla: Let's find the serial killer.

Vivi: *squirts*

Vivi: how do we find him?

Kayla: You really okay with dying?

Vivi: ya

Vivi: wait r u gonna die too?

Kayla hadn't actually considered that. She had essentially just talked her best friend into assisted suicide. Should she take the leap, too? She had a lot of life to look forward to, and a fairly promising future—but so did Vivi, and it had taken her all of five words to throw it all away.

Kayla: We'll see. Meet me at the hotel. Wear something sexy.

Vivi: kk c u there

Kayla let out a long breath and rolled out of her bed. It was 9:40 p.m., twenty minutes to the curfew no one paid any attention to—until the Winters kids died, anyway. Strangely enough, all three murders had happened in the middle of the day. She pulled on gray sweat pants, a black sports bra, and a white hoodie. She stuffed her camera, a mechanical pencil, and a switchblade in her pocket.

She considered formatting her laptop's SSD, but decided against it and just shut it down. If she died tonight, she wouldn't be there to care if anyone saw her porn. She tossed it onto her pillow, tucked her sketchbook under her arm, and left her room.

"Going out?" her dad asked from the kitchen.

"Yeah," she said.

"With the Summermount Slasher out there?"

"Yeah," Kayla said. Is that what they called him now? It was the laziest serial killer name ever.

"Good riddance," said her dad. He tossed some noodles into a pan. "Hope he turns you into bloody pasta."

"Fuck you too, Dad."

"Leftovers in the fridge if you come back alive."

"Thanks."

She left her house and headed for the Ocean Heights hotel two miles away. By the time she got there, it was already past curfew. Vivi was there waiting, wearing an unzipped gray hoodie with only a red bikini underneath. Her breasts weren't very big, but she was already outgrowing her top.

"Yo, Kayla," she said. "I'm so fucking horny right now. How would you kill me in this outfit?"

"I'd chop you in half through your belly and make you eat your own cunt till you died. Wait, are you already wet?"

"I told you I was horny." Vivi grinned and gave her own breasts a squeeze. "So how are we gonna find this guy?"

"Honey trap. Look vulnerable and sexy and walk around in dark alleyways."

"No problem. I've done that since I was twelve."

"C'mon then, you sexy little floozy."

They walked and talked, weaving in and out of alleyways. Vivi talked about how she wanted to die, Kayla talked back about how she probably wouldn't get a choice. Vivi asked Kayla how she wanted to go. Kayla said she didn't know. Then they talked about

Kitty, Dani, and Erica and how hard they came a) looking at the corpses and imagining the moment of death, in Kayla's case and b) looking at the corpses and imagining being the corpses, in Vivi's case.

"Kayla," said Vivi, turning. "If the serial killer doesn't show up, will you kill me?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I'd be lonely without you."

"Not if you died too."

Kayla nodded. "Not if I die too," she agreed. The thought excited her, but killing herself after a serial killer arrived in town would be a wasted opportunity. Besides, she wanted to see Vivi die much more than she wanted to die herself.

"Could you shoot us both in the head as we kissed?"

"Maybe."

"Do you want to die at all?" Vivi finally asked.

"I don't want to kill myself, if that's what you're asking."

"Halfway." Vivi stopped and stood face-to-face with Kayla. "You don't cum to imagining yourself in the victim's place, do you? You cum imagining yourself as the killer."

Vivi kissed Kayla's lips. Kayla smiled. "You're half right."

"Then kill me now. However you want."

Kayla pushed Vivi against a wall. They were in an alley now, the one Kitty had died in. "Any way I want?"

"Any way you want," Vivi confirmed.

"I want nothing more than to murder you right now."

Vivi pressed her body against Kayla's. "Do it. Kill me. Chop up my body. Mount my head. Do everything you've ever wanted."

Kayla kissed Vivi and flicked her switchblade open with an unsteady hand. She almost dropped it. She was 90% sure she couldn’t kill her best friend, even now, after she’d resolved herself to do it—and presumably blame it on the Slasher. She closed her eyes.

"I love you, Vivi."

Vivi nodded, eyes wide, mouth open in a smile. Kayla kissed her friend one last time. Holding the kiss, she set the tip of the blade just above Vivi's ear. She pulled the blade back.

***

Bart noticed the black-haired girls long before they entered the alley. Their voices were loud, and so he hid around a corner and watched them. One was asking the other to kill her. The other seemed open to the idea. Bart watched until one raised her blade. Then he moved fast. He leapt out of his corner and grabbed the girl's wrist just before the knife dug into her friend's head. He noticed there was absolutely no resistance in her arm, like she’d never intended to go through with the stabbing.

"The fuck?" said the suicidal girl. She looked around her friend's shoulder.

"Hello," said Bart. "Don't worry, I'm not a cop. But actually, do worry. I'm much worse."

The suicidal girl smiled. "I'd hope so. If you interrupted that and you weren't a fucking serial killer, I'd have Kayla kill you, then me."

"Kayla's your name," said Bart to the girl who hadn't spoken so far. He squeezed her unresisting wrist tighter and tighter until she cringed and dropped her knife. Bart caught it and pocketed it. Then he knelt, picked up her sketchbook, and handed it to her. "Follow me," he said. "If you're interested in dying, I can help you out. But we are definitely not staying in this alley."

Bart shooed a kitten away with his foot. The girls looked down at it like they hadn't noticed it before.

"What?" said Bart. "It's been there with a couple friends since you walked in."

Kayla petted one of the kittens with her foot. The suicidal girl—Vivi—ignored all three of them.

"Why can't I die here?" Vivi asked. "Kitty died here. Why can't I?"

"Reasons," said Bart. "Keep moving or I'll leave you behind."

He wandered the city till he found what he was looking for: a stereotypical abandoned warehouse. He entered, ushered the girls in, then closed and locked the door shut behind him. He flicked on all the lights and observed the girls as they did the same to him. Vivi had her hair dyed black and blue, so deeply he couldn't see the roots. Kayla's hair looked naturally black enough that she might be part Mexican or something, though her face was clearly Caucasian. He thought he saw a bit of red at the base of her scalp, but it wasn’t much. Regardless, she looked pretty. Her eyes were light amber, nearly yellow. He found them beautiful. He supposed it would be fairly creepy to a normal person. Vivi's eyes, on the other hand, were blue, matching the streaks in her hair. Bart could read a full gamut of emotions in Vivi's face, ranging from anger to pleasure to anticipation. Kayla, on the other hand, looked calm and just a little concerned.

"Kayla, strip," he said. He didn't wait to see her obey. He lunged and tackled Vivi, knocking the back of her head against the cement floor. She cried out, but Bart silenced her with a quick punch to the mouth. He ripped her bikini bottom down and thrust his cock into her without hesitation. She looked up at him with a small, bloody smile. He didn't like that, but he didn't want to ruin her face before he was done with her. Still thrusting, he sank a fist into her bare belly. She yelped and closed her eyes. He punched her again in the same spot. She groaned. He hit her again, harder. Then again, and again. Each time he hit her, he felt her wet cunt tighten around him. He pulled her top off and squeezed her small breasts. His nails dug into the sides, drawing blood. Vivi's face was contorted in pain now, trying to form a smile, failing.

"Cry for me, whore," said Bart. He slapped her face twice, then gave both her breasts a heavy punch. He thought he felt a rib crack. He slammed one more punch into her bruised belly before grabbing her thighs and focusing on fucking her. She was crying silently now. Bart smiled. He looked to the side and found Kayla, naked, standing beside him, both hands working her cunt. He reached around her thigh and pulled her close to him. He licked her cunt, then began sucking on it, drinking her juices. She moaned quietly. Her hands moved to her breasts, a bit bigger than Vivi's, but not by much. She was still a C-cup at best. Her figure was good for her age—probably mid-teens. She would make an incredibly sexy adult, but Bart didn't plan on letting her get a day older.

He returned his attention to Vivi, whose crying was growing louder. He was fairly close to cumming, so he wrapped his hands around her skinny neck and squeezed. Her eyes bulged and her body stiffened, but she went silent save for gagging and choking. Her legs pushed up against him, but failed to move him an inch. Kayla knelt behind her head and started masturbating, her cunt nearly touching Vivi's hair.

"You're so fucking hot right now," Kayla said to her. Bart choked her for another couple seconds, then let go. She gasped and took in several deep breaths before relaxing a bit. Bart handed Kayla's knife back to her.

"End this whore," he said. "Show me I'm not the only slasher in Summermount."

Kayla mounted her friend instantly. With practiced precision, she rubbed her cunt against Vivi's. She kissed her friend's bloody mouth and caressed her face for a moment.

"I'm really doing it this time," said Kayla. Bart stood behind her, jerking off.

"End me," said Vivi quietly, her voice pained. Kayla nodded, kissed her once more, and rammed the knife deep into her friend's head, just above her ear. Vivi went stiff and made a sound like a gag and a scream combined. Kayla yanked the knife out, then thrust it in again, a little higher. This time, Vivi stopped moving as blood began to pool beside her head. Kayla wasn't done. She slid the knife into Vivi's head again and again. It made a schlick going in and a schluck coming out, pulling more blood with it each time. Kayla jabbed the knife in and out like it was a penis and Vivi's head was a cunt. Eventually, she stopped, panting, the knife soaked in blood, dripping onto her hand and arm. Bart peered over her pale shoulder. Vivi's expression was both surprised and calm, like most dead faces. Blood had pooled to three times the size of her head now, and was still dripping. Bart could see bits of her brain here and there, but it wasn't enough.

"This kill is going under the Summermount Slasher's name," he said. "This corpse looks like the Summermount Poker found it. Do better."

Kayla looked behind her. "I wasn't done," she said. She sounded honest. She sounded horny. She stood up and looked at Bart. "Do you have a hammer?" she asked.

Bart shook his head. "You've got two perfectly good feet. Didn't even take your shoes off."

Kayla nodded and set a foot on Vivi's head. She tested her weight, then raised it and slammed it down hard. Bart heard a crack and saw a bit more blood spurt from the knife holes. Kayla stomped on Vivi's head again. This time, it visibly deformed, one eye bulging out of its socket. Kayla stomped again, aiming her heel at a knife hole this time. Vivi's skull caved in and Kayla's foot entered her brain. She yanked it out, dripping gray, pink, and red goo, and slammed it down again. Vivi's eye popped out, followed by a small spurt of brain. Kayla stomped again, and a ring of brains burst out from a crack somewhere in the middle, forming a grotesque halo around her head, barely recognizable anymore. Kayla stomped and stomped and stomped until Vivi's head resembled vomit more than anything else. Her brains were spread around in a two foot radius around the center of the mess. Chunks of her skull were here and there, hair attached to all of them. One of her blue eyes stared up at the ceiling. The other was crushed flat. Kayla's lower half was soaked in blood and her shoes were covered in brains as well. She sighed and stepped back. She pressed one hand to her cunt, her knees buckled, and she squirted her love juices all over what used to be Vivi's head. She yelped and screamed and moaned, rubbing all her cum out. She finished and groaned, sinking to her knees.

Bart smiled, squeezed his dick, and came all over Kayla's hair and back.

***

Kayla panted, tongue hanging out. She watched her juices glisten in the light on Vivi's mutilated form. It felt way too good. She'd completely destroyed her best friend's head and left it as a pile of blood and brains. She moaned and knelt. She rubbed her clit on Vivi's nipple and stared down at the mess above her shoulders.

Suddenly, there were hands around her neck. She tried to scream and nothing came out. She struggled against the killer's grip.

"Congratulations," he said. "I like you, so I'm going to kill you while you're unconscious. You won't feel a thing."

Kayla gagged and kicked, but it was useless. The killer was nearly twice her size and more than twice as strong. She felt herself slipping away. She willed herself to stay awake. It worked for three seconds, and then she felt nothing.

***

She woke up to bright lights and lots of white things. Her first observation was that she had, indeed, woken up. Therefore, she was either in the afterlife or dead. And based on what she'd done right before her maybe-death, she wouldn't get to heaven. The bright lights, then, were hospital lights, and all the white was obligatory with a hospital. There were no clouds, no angels, though one of the nurses hovering over her was quite beautiful.

". . . a rape and a murder in one night," she heard someone say. "Your daughter got off light, comparatively. I don't think there's any way to reconstruct the other girl for a funeral."

"Are you sure she's okay? Her neck looks . . . bad. Really bad."

"She should be fine. If she has trouble breathing, get her here immediately."

"Will she have trouble breathing?"

"Possibly. Nothing for sure."

Kayla felt her heart swell when she heard her dad concerned for her for once. What had he said when she left the house? "I hope the serial killer turns you into pasta," was it? Regardless, she felt like she'd betrayed someone, somewhere. Not Vivi. Vivi would have eventually offed herself if Kayla hadn't. Had she started something by killing Vivi, though? She felt different, like a trap door in her head was finally unhinged. She didn't like the feeling, but at the same time, another part of her loved it. Killing Vivi had been one of the most satisfying experiences of her life—which had miraculously lasted longer than 15 years, three months, and 20 days.

If there was one thing Kayla took from all this, it was that she was finally a killer. She'd ended the life of another human. It was vastly more assisted suicide than murder, but it still made her feel incredibly evil, especially in how much pleasure she'd taken from it. She felt herself grow damp under the hospital blankets.

They let her out later that day. Her dad walked her home. He said nothing, but when they reached their house, he hugged her for the first time. Ever.

"I really don't want to lose you," he said.

Would he feel that way if he knew what she'd done? Probably not. But maybe. She wasn't about to tell him, anyway. "Hey, Dad, I stabbed my best friend in the head, then stomped her brains out. Do you still love me?" No. She couldn't say that to anyone, ever.

"If you get pregnant, I'll help you take care of the baby. Much better than I took care of you, I promise you that."

"I don't think I'm pregnant, Dad."

"How do you know?"

"I don’t.”

The killer had left her alive for a reason, and based on his choice of prey, he liked a specific kind of girl. She highly doubted "pregnant teen" was on his list of kinks, but she’d been surprised an awful lot in her life.

"Dad, I'll grab the mail."

Kayla stopped and flipped open their mailbox as her dad walked into the house. Her sketchbook was in there. Glancing from side to side, she pulled it out, then collected the rest of the mail and headed inside. She deposited three bills and a note from her summer school teacher, likely complaining that she wasn't attending, and went to her room with her sketchbook. She opened it to find a note. She read it.

Kayla Connelly,

When you have a sketchbook full of beautiful deaths like this, it's best not to leave your real name and address in the "return to:" box. People might just (correctly) assume you're a sociopath.

Meet me on the corner of Deliwood and Matte tonight at 8 p.m. I want to talk to you.

An interested party,

Bart Dresden

P.S. You're not pregnant; I came on your legs and tits.

P.P.S. Your work on Vivi was beautiful.

P.P.P.S. I didn't kill Kitty Grant.

 
The Summermount News E-edition
July 20

Summermount Slaughterer strikes again

Fifteen-year-old Vivi Maine was found naked, dead and brutalized yesterday just outside Culligan's old storehouse. Kayla Connelly, also 15, was found beside her, injured and naked, but alive. EMTs treated her immediately and she was allowed home from the hospital earlier today. When questioned, she was silent.

"She's in shock," said her father, Jacob Connelly. "Poor kid just got raped and strangled. Leave her alone."

In return, Kayla said, "I'm not in shock. I just don't want to say anything."

This marks the first time the Summermount Slaughterer has let a victim live. It also appears to be the most ordinary crime he's committed.

Also about the Slaughterer, new evidence suggests Kitty Grant was killed by an animal of some sort, rather than the Summermount Slaughterer.

More information will be posted as we pull it from the police scanner.

Fay Ryan, intern editor

Comments

Adrian Winters (8:33 p.m.)
Finally someone I dont know. It's great that Kayla survived though.

Rebecca Gray (8:34 p.m.)
eh. kayla is kind of a freak. she draws nasty things during class.

Jacob Connelly (8:36 p.m.)
wat? say that to my face. noene insults my daughter on the internet

Erin Grant (8:37 p.m.)
So my daughter died to a slightly more natural killer. I'm glad Ms. Connelly survived this time, but I have to wonder how an animal big enough to overpower and kill a teenage girl made it this far into Summermount.

Fay Ryan (8:40 p.m.)
I have no idea, Erin. I'll post up a guide on how to escape from large wildlife so that no one else has to die to such a thing.

Alpha Manhood (8:45 p.m.)

Kenny Coleman (8:51 p.m.)
Lol, spambot forgot to spam.
So Fay, when you say "brutalized," what do you mean? You've been pretty non-specific about the murders, and now you're suddenly calling the killer "the Summermount Slaughterer." How is this guy actually killing people?

Fay Ryan (8:57 p.m.)
The Winters kids were raped. Erica was gutted, beheaded, and thrown off the 30th story of Ocean Heights. Dani was shot in the head, raped in the brain, and thrown off the same place. Kitty Grant appeared to have been partially eaten alive. She lost her throat, one arm, half of a breast, her guts, and most of her thighs. Vivi Maine's head was crushed.

Mia Lime (9:02 p.m.)
sick dude why god why i need to go bleach my mind.