Alyssa and Kitty

Kayla met Bart on the beach a couple days after they'd murdered Alexis McKie. She wore her usual hoodie, but she had a red bikini underneath this time, in case it got too hot to keep the hoodie on. As it turned out, she removed it and tied it around her waist within five minutes. Bart, in a white T-shirt and swimsuit, looked oblivious to the heat.

"Not too bad a body," Bart said, looking her up and down. "Sure you're fifteen?"

Kayla groped her own tits. "Pretty sure."

She looked around the beach. No one saw her grope herself, apparently. It was just her and Bart sitting near the water. Kayla continued searching the beach, scoping out potential targets. There was a cute black girl over there, but she looked a bit below Bart's target age. There was another dark-skinned girl, maybe her sister, older, but maybe too old for Bart. She was in her late teens or early twenties if Kayla wasn't mistaken.

"Hey, Bart," said Kayla, turning to him. "I've been wanting to ask this for a while—why didn't you kill me?"

"Because you killed Vivi.”

“Just happy to see someone else with taste as good as yours?”

Bart smiled. “Yes. You remind me of my wife.”

"Oh." She probably should have asked more, but left it at that.

***

Adrian Winters lightly tapped the girl's knee with a mallet. Nothing happened. He looked up into her face. She looked back down at him and cocked her pretty head.

"Is something supposed to happen?"

"You're supposed to kick out a bit, like a reflex. Is there a corelet for reflexes?"

"I don't think so," said the girl. "It's not audio or visual, is it?"

"I guess it could be both."

Adrian shrugged and plugged a USB cable into the opened back of her head. He shuddered, remembering that he'd removed her brain not too long ago. It had been completely and irreversibly dead, but it was a human brain all the same, full of memories and emotions and personality he could never replicate with programmed corelets.

All the same, he made a valiant effort. The girl sitting in front of him, smiling beautifully, was visually indistinguishable from Kitty Grant. As far as her personality went, he'd come close. This artificial Kitty was like her predecessor save for some subtleties he needed to work out. He needed to know what had made Kitty Grant who she was, and why he couldn't look at this artificial human as the girl he loved.

He played around with her emotion corelets and watched her face fall in sadness, rise in joy, and twist in confusion. She was absolutely adorable. And yet. . .

"What are you doing to me?" she said. In her voice, there was anguish. Adrian stopped, stepped away from his computer, and hugged her.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I'll stop playing with your emotions."

He held her for another minute. Slowly, she reached around him and let her head rest on his shoulder. He couldn't feel her breath. She wasn't breathing. That was part of what broke his romantic illusion: no matter what he tried to do, he couldn't rid himself of the knowledge that the real Kitty was dead and he would never have her back.

"Someone just connected to your WiFi," said Kitty.

"Again?"

Adrian pulled the USB cord from Kitty's "brain" and replaced the back of her head. She stood, taking his hand to steady herself as she did. He watched, fascinated, as her cyborg body worked. Her real skin and muscle merged seamlessly with the artificial additions. Her stomach was an empty hollow, given shape with stretched rubber, but she didn't need her insides anymore. Adrian had emptied everything to lighten her frame. Still holding his hand, she walked toward the door, taking careful steps.

"Wait," said Adrian. "Go around back and come from behind. Give 'em a scare like the world's cutest zombie."

Kitty smiled and turned around. Adrian helped her as far as the back door, then returned to the front door and opened it. Sure enough, there was someone on the curb in a minivan on a laptop. Adrian picked up that morning's paper and pretended to read it. He watched Kitty approach the car, walking nonchalantly till she got close. She knocked on the window. The moocher looked. He screamed, turned on his car, and shot away from the scene. Adrian laughed. Kitty started to, then stopped. Her smile faded.

"Oh, no. . ." Adrian mumbled, and ran out to Kitty. "What's wrong? Are you all right? He was scared because he thought you were dead. It was nothing to do with you."

Kitty walked into him and rested her head on his chest. "I know. My heart still hurts."

She didn't have a heart. Adrian hugged her.

***

Kayla scoped out a curvy brown-haired woman in a white bikini approaching them. She was completely gorgeous, tanned to perfection with a bright white smile and eyes matching her hair. She was older than Kayla and younger than Bart, probably in her early to mid-20s, if her face and form were anything to go by.

"Bart," Kayla said. "Look."

Bart looked. He waved at the woman. She walked up to them and sat between them.

"And how's my serial killer?" she said, giving Bart a kiss. She looked down at Kayla. "This is the girl I've been hearing about?"

Bart nodded. "Kayla, Alyssa. This is my wife. Alyssa, Kayla. My partner in crime."

Alyssa gave Kayla a long stare. She cupped Kayla's face in her hands. "Why do you dye your hair? It would be so pretty red."

"How do you know it's red?" Kayla said, a bit surprised.

"Lucky guess," said Alyssa. She leaned in close so her nose was nearly touching Kayla's. Damn, was she pretty. She touched her lips to Kayla's ear and whispered, "Follow me. I want to show you something."

Kayla was on her feet in seconds. Alyssa smiled and turned. Kayla followed her up the beach and to the parking lot. Once there, Alyssa entered a red city car and motioned for Kayla to join her. She put the car in gear and drove. Kayla sat with her thoughts for a minute or so. This was Bart's wife. First of all, that guy had a wife. Meaning, he lived with a model-quality woman and she was still alive. Secondly, this model-quality woman supposedly knew about everything.

"So who was your favorite so far? Your favorite kill, that is."

She knew everything.

"Irri," Kayla said. "The cheerleader."

"Mm. . ." said Alyssa. "She looked delicious. I wish Bart would've kept her corpse around. But no. I have to go shopping instead. Do you know how much I hate shopping?"

"You're a woman and you hate shopping?"

"Money spent is money not accumulated, Kayla."

Kayla knew this lady was Bart's wife, a woman he evidently loved enough to marry. But Kayla wanted to kill her. She wanted to run a box cutter down her torso and get herself off on the woman's guts before cutting her huge breasts off, slicing them to bits and burning them in front of her. She wanted to remove her non-vital organs one-by-one and slap her in the face with each, then pull her heart out and smash it in front of her dying eyes. Then she'd dismember each of Alyssa's limbs and finish by twisting her head off. She'd masturbate with the dismembered corpse for a day or so, then draw everything, burn the remains, and scatter the ashes on the beach.

Could she? She knew she could take Alyssa by surprise, but Bart would find out, and he'd probably kill Kayla for it.

"We're here," said Alyssa. Kayla looked up. They were at Bart's house. "Follow me."

Kayla followed Alyssa into her house. They went upstairs and entered a large bedroom with a huge king-sized bed with black blankets and sheets.

"This is where Bart and I fuck," said Alyssa, like a tour guide. She motioned to an expensive-looking video camera, then a wall TV on the wall opposite the bed. "That's where I watched the movie of you and Bart killing Alexis McKie. It was great. I came a couple times. He said he'd record the rest of his jobs from here on out."

"Jobs?"

"He's paid to kill. He's not a murderer. He's an assassin."

"Who the fuck would put bounties on teenage girls?"

"I have no idea and I don't care. Get on the bed."

"What?"

Kayla sat, but Alyssa moved faster. She pressed a button on the video camera, grabbed Kayla's shoulders, and pushed her onto her back. Within seconds, Kayla's top was halfway across the room.

"You cover these with a hoodie?" Alyssa said. "You make no sense."

She kissed Kayla's lips and rubbed their breasts together, losing her own top somewhere in the process. She sat up and tore off Kayla's remaining garment with all the patience of a shark in a feeding frenzy. Kayla once again didn't see Alyssa's panties go, but they were there one moment and gone the next. Next thing she knew, one of her legs was between Alyssa's breasts and Alyssa was fucking her hard.

"Aly—"

"Shut up and fuck."

Alyssa grabbed Kayla's hair and both hands and pulled her up so her nose touched her knee. Alyssa smashed their cunts together, both dripping wet. Fluids soaked the sheets and their skin. Kayla felt a sting on her face and it took her a moment to realize Alyssa had slapped her. This felt so surreal. Usually, Kayla was the one fucking Vivi like this. But now Vivi was dead, and Alyssa was apparently a dom. She took Kayla's face in one hand and shoved her head down against the blankets, leaned forward, and came. She gritted her teeth and held her cunt tightly against Kayla's as her body shuddered and her voice leaked out between her teeth. Then, without a moment's rest, she continued. This time, she put her hands around Kayla's throat and started to squeeze. Kayla choked for breath and her hands automatically shot to Alyssa's wrists.

"Fight it," said Alyssa. "Fight like your life depends on it."

Kayla did. She'd have screamed if she had the breath. Both her legs were useless. She dug her nails into Alyssa's perfect arms and tore down, wide-eyed, fighting just to keep herself awake. Ten small trails of blood followed her fingers down Alyssa's arms. To her horror, the crazy nympho seemed not to notice. She stared up into the woman's smiling face, flushed from pleasure. She raised her arms and squeezed Alyssa's neck. She pulled hard in the back, intending to break it. She was far too weak. She pressed her palms forward and focused on cutting off Alyssa's oxygen, but it was already too late. Her own vision was fading and Alyssa was still moaning. As she passed out, she thought she heard footsteps in the hall.

***

Bart found his wife fucking a motionless Kayla on the bed, both of them naked and covered in sweat and cunt juice.

"All right, let her go," said Bart. Alyssa removed her hands from Kayla's neck, came, and collapsed on top of her. She rolled over.

"Here," she said. "You can have your artist back."

Bart pulled Kayla's limp form into a sitting position. He put two fingers to her neck and sighed. "Were you trying to kill her?"

"Yes," said Alyssa. "She'd have fed us for a week or more."

"She's my partner. Don't kill her."

"Says the guy with a boner for the sleeping whore." Alyssa clicked off the video camera. "Shame. This would have sold great."

"You've sold plenty of snuff films."

"Meaning I shouldn't sell more?"

"Meaning you shouldn't snuff my friend."

"Friend?"

"You heard me."

Bart rested Kayla on the bed and tilted her head back. He put his lips to hers and gave her breath, then compressed her chest a few times. She started breathing after he repeated this twice.

"You're not going to make me go shopping, are you?"

"No. Once Kayla wakes up, the three of us are going hunting. My next contract is in."

Alyssa sat up. "Who is it?"

"Kiwi Clover, high school cheerleading coach. She's twenty-seven, more in your ballpark. You'll love her."

Alyssa licked her lips.

***

 
The Summermount News E-edition
July 25

Kitty Grant sighted: hoax or miracle?

Numerous sightings of 16-year-old Kitty Grant, who died July 6, have been reported in the weeks past her death. Yesterday, a man reported she knocked on his window as he was browsing the Internet in his car. Two days ago, a woman claims she saw Grant in front of a pet shop, playing with the kittens through the window. The shop owner has confirmed this. Three days ago, Grant's parents reported seeing her on a bike in front of their home. They haven't seen her since.

"When I saw her, I couldn't believe she was real," said her mother, Erin Grant, in an interview earlier today. "They showed me her body on the seventh, but I saw her alive just three days ago, and people have been talking to me and telling me they saw her since. It's too good to be true—I want my little girl to be alive and with us again, but I don't want to lose her all over again."

"I thought she was gone forever," said her father, Raymond Grant, our resident English columnist. "But she's not. I don't know what's going on, but I know that my daughter is here in Summermount, and she's alive. They say the Lord works in mysterious ways, but I say the Lord works in downright beautiful ways sometimes."

Raymond Grant will be returning to the news ahead of schedule.

Kitty's apparent return has the entire city both hopeful and confused.

"Wouldn't it be amazing if you could see the person you loved after they died?" said Adrian Winters. "Wouldn't it be amazing if they just came back? What if this is the beginning of that? What if Kitty is only the first, and the other girls who died are coming back too?"

I hold that it's better to assume nothing and to stick to facts. Kitty Grant, or a very convincing lookalike, is wandering Summermount. All witnesses claim it was her beyond a reasonable doubt. The icing on the cake is that she was sighted playing with kittens, while it's well-known that Kitty Grant loved cats and assumed that she died protecting them.

What do you think? Is this Kitty Grant the real thing, back from the dead? Is she a ghost? A lookalike? Leave your thoughts in the comments below.

Fay Ryan, intern editor

Comments

Casey Shaw (12:01 p.m.)
Calling it now - she is a ghost.

Adrian Winters (12:03 p.m.)
I dont think so, she looked pretty real to me.

Alfred Ryan (12:06 p.m.)
God brought an innocent soul back in His great mercy.

Fay Ryan (12:10 p.m.)
Grampa? When did you get a computer? I thought the church wouldn't let you have one.

Alfred Ryan (12:11 p.m.)
I'm retired. You should go to church more.

Kayden North (12:16 p.m.)
YYES!!! I hope to god shes really alive, she never deserved to dye.

Kayden North (12:16 p.m.)
*die.

Max Morten (12:20 p.m.)
well id be happy if the girls all came back. except vivi, good riddance to that freak.

Faire Sharaan (12:23 p.m.)
You are an asshole Max. Vivi was always nice to you.

Fay Ryan (12:25 p.m.)
You haven't changed, Max.

Faire Sharaan (12:29 p.m.)
I can't believe you dated that dickbag Fay.

Max Morten (12:32 p.m.)
at least i'm hnonest. i dont have to pretent do miss someone i didn't like.

Grammar Nazi (12:35 p.m.)
Hello, Max. Why don't you sit down over there?

Alpha Enlargement (12:40 p.m.)
It's back and BETTER THAN EVER! Alpha Male Enlargement is GUARANTEED to ENLARGE your pathetic penis into an ENORMOUS ERECTION so you can shoot up into that SPECIAL someone. Or just some random whore, like Fay Ryan.

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