Kayla's Massacre: Part 5

With just 10 girls left to kill, Kayla was beginning to have a hard time finding them. Near the locker rooms again, she sighed and rested a hand on a railing. With a yelp, she removed it. Her palm bled. She licked the blood away and looked down at the railing. It was sharp. Much too sharp to be left out uncovered. This was a safety hazard. Kayla mentally scolded the staff before remembering she'd killed and replaced the only employee on shift today.

She gave the railing a tug. It was loose, too. She pulled it harder. It came out. Kayla looked it up and down in her hands. The tip was sharpened nearly to a point, almost like a spit. Someone had to have done this on purpose. Railings didn't just rot into spikes on their own.

"Hey, I have a question," said a girl's voice. Kayla turned. Two girls stood in front of her, Asian-looking, with brown and caramel-colored hair respectively. Kayla recognized them as Jamie and Jill Sanson, sisters, theater girls. It was Jamie who spoke:

"What's wrong with the tunnels in the back? You've got two closed."

Kayla looked over Jamie's shoulder in the direction of the tunnel. "The closed tunnels need all their water flushed and replaced. Some idiot did the deed with his girlfriend on the way down and now the water's got . . . stuff in it."

Jamie laughed. Jill only smiled, but did so devilishly. They both wore black bikinis. Jamie's top covered more, but her midsection was more developed. Kayla was suddenly tempted to tear it open and leave Jamie to deal with her guts hanging out, but reminded herself that her kills had to be quiet.

"I can show you to some open ones," said Kayla. "There's one that has a loop."

"You mean like upside-down?"

"Yeah."

Jill shook her head. "Not happening. I like my neck."

Kayla liked Jill's neck as well. It would look excellent with a blade going through it.

"I'll pass on that," said Jamie. "Do you know where the waterfall climbing is, by any chance?"

"I do," said Kayla. She was a bit disappointed they hadn't chosen the loopy tunnel. Its exit pool had piranhas waiting to be released. "Follow me."

Kayla led the twins toward the waterfalls, still carrying the spike. Jill noticed, apparently.

"What's that you have?" she asked.

Kayla walked backward and showed it to her. "Someone filed a railing to a point. Dangerous stuff. Hey, don't touch it."

Jamie pulled her finger away.

"It looks like something you'd roast a pig on," said Jill.

Or two sexy Asians, Kayla thought, sizing them up. She and Alyssa and Bart hadn't even finished eating Kiwi's corpse yet, but she'd promised Alyssa some meat. She had a feeling the woman would hold her to that, one way or another.

"Here you are," said Kayla. She stopped beside a waterfall with handholds and footholds extending from the wall behind it. Two harnesses dangled from the top, some hundred feet up. "Get your harnesses on . . . yeah, like that."

Kayla helped them get their harnesses adjusted. She had to force herself not to grope their breasts. It was harder than she wanted to admit, especially after her fun with Tay in the bathroom. She didn't like how much her self-control was waning. If this kept up, she'd either violate or murder every cute girl she met for the rest of her life.

"And up you go," she said. "First one to the top gets free ice cream. Go!"

Jill shot upward like a rocket-powered salmon, tearing through the waterfall at a surprising speed, considering her thin physique. Jamie, more toned, somehow fell behind. Kayla kept her eyes glued to their swaying asses until they neared the top. Then she set up her camera safely to the side and waited.

Jill's harness snapped first. She fell for at least 50 feet before she started to scream. Kayla held the spike point-up and tried to aim for Jill's spine. She shuffled around it so the camera could see everything. She braced herself.

Jill hit the spike dead on. It buckled under her weight and Kayla let go to save her arms. There was a snap and a wet sliding sound and a thump, followed by several more snaps. Jill lay dead with the spike rising straight out of her midsection, a few inches above her navel. She stared up into the sky, at her sister, who still clung to something to keep from falling. Kayla looked up as well. She knelt and gave Jill's breasts a quick grope before dragging her and the makeshift spit a few feet to the right. Jamie screamed something, but Kayla couldn't hear her over the waterfall.

Jamie fell. Her screams faded into nothing. All things considered, her fall looked somehow peaceful. Kayla hurriedly adjusted the spit, which now used Jill's body as a stabilizer. She watched Jamie, adjusted the spit, and watched again. With two seconds left, Kayla realized Jamie was going to miss. She gave it one good shove. Her reward was a sprinkling of blood as the pole speared through the back of Jamie's head. There was a sharp, squishy tearing noise, and then a series of hard snaps when the rest of Jamie's body hit the wet cement. Her body pulled itself free of her head, but not entirely. Jamie's spine stayed with her head and hung, bloody and glistening, between two halves of her mutilated neck.

Kayla pressed a hand to her crotch. This was almost too much. She squatted on Jamie's headless corpse and stared into her surprised eyes as she rubbed herself off on the dead girl's thigh. The spit had gone all the way through Jamie's head and come out the top, just above her hairline. A few bloody pieces of her brain clung to the pole, and a couple dripped down her face. Kayla took one in her hand. It squished easily, like a combination of Jell-O and yogurt. She licked it, then put it in her mouth and chewed it up. It didn't taste all that bad, but Kayla didn't care for the texture. She swallowed it anyway. Probably not the healthiest thing she could do, but fucking a dead girl's leg while playing with her brain wasn't typically healthy either.

Kayla shuddered and came. She stood and examined her latest kills. Both girls' faces were intact, as were most of their bodies. Kayla might just bring them out for meat, but on second thought, Tay, hanging by her neck in the bathroom and completely intact, was probably the better candidate.

"I'm completely insane," said Kayla to herself, noting the absurdity of her thoughts. She should be vomiting at the twins' corpses, not using them as masturbation tools. Regardless, she had to hide them until all the girls were dead. So she moved them behind the waterfall. Luckily, there was a space large enough to hide two corpses behind it. Kayla left them there. Below her, a couple bits of Jamie's brain washed into a drain, where they'd flow back up to the top of the water and surprise a climber with a nice slap in the face in a week or so. This park would probably close after today, however. A killing spree was bad for business, not to mention several gallons of blood infecting the water with who-knows-what.

Kayla heard voices not too far away. The waterfall had cleaned all the blood off her, so she pulled her hair out of her eyes and prepared another facade. There were eight girls left, and she recognized the voices.

***

Casey had wanted to surprise her parents with her new legs, but Kitty had apparently ruined the surprise. When she stumbled down the stairs and made her way into the living room, her parents welcomed her with two big hugs and one other thing.

"Twenty-thousand in cash," said her dad, showing Casey a stack of bills. "Kitty's fundraiser raised some funds. It's all yours."

Casey looked from the money to her legs to her parents. She sat on the couch. "I don't need any money. These legs are really all I need."

"We were thinking of using it to pay for your therapy. You don't want PTSD crippling your mind forever."

Casey thought back to the therapy sessions all those years ago, starting a week after the accident. If anything, the constant talking about and being reminded of the crash only made her trauma worse. She still wouldn't go near a car if she had any other choice, and she'd still curl in a ball in the back seat whenever she was forced into a vehicle.

"The therapy sucked," said Casey.

"Your doctor says you might have been on the verge of recovery when you stopped coming. When we ran out of money, that is."

"Fuck therapy," said Casey. "Really. Just put that all in your retirement fund or something. It's been four years. I can deal with it myself." She paused with the lie. "Where did Kitty go?"

Her mom nodded toward the door. "She left."

"I'm gonna go too. I need to find her."

Casey threw off the brace on her right arm and flexed it. It hurt, but it was better than running armless.

"You should stay and rest," said her mom.

"I just need to find Kitty. I'll be back soon. Actually . . . can I have some of that money? Kitty deserves at least some of it."

***

Kitty was, at present, facing the alley she—or the other girl she resembled—had died in. There was a kitten at her feet, mewing up at her. Against all her instincts, she didn't pet it. She didn't even look at it. There was something in this alley that shouldn't be in Summermount. She didn't know how she'd ended up here. She couldn't access the thoughts and memories in her brain, but from the moment she'd opened her eyes in Adrian's makeshift lab, she'd known about this place. She saw a shadow of the thing that had ripped her to shreds in her mind. It wasn't clear, but it was big and deadly. It also used the most horrifying honey trap in the history of anything: kittens.

She shook her head and walked away. She was supposed to be finding work to pay for Irri's reconstruction, not chasing some monster. She couldn't fight it, anyway. She had absolutely no reason to confront it.

A young woman approached her on the sidewalk. By now, everyone knew she was alive. There was hardly any surprise in the woman's face.

"Kitty Grant," she said with a smile. It was an odd kind of smile that Kitty had never seen before. Kitty smiled in return.

"Miss Holmes," said Kitty after taking a split second to match her face to her Facebook photo. She'd been a student teacher in Kitty's economics class. Kitty didn't like using the Internet to find people she was supposed to know. Even as Alyssa Holmes started to speak, she tried again to access her brain.

"Truly back from the dead. And you're a local hero, too."

Kitty nodded. "Seems so."

At that moment, a memory appeared, this one definitely from her brain. She remembered Alyssa's face, and she remembered drawing a shirtless man while a couple friends watched her and pretended to listen to the lecture. She remembered Alyssa confiscating the picture, then congratulating her on her taste after class and giving it back. She paused that thought. Why would she be drawing a shirtless man? Was there something under his shirt that was interesting enough to draw?

"I still remember you confiscating my drawing," said Kitty.

"Ha. Was it that traumatic?"

"No, it was cool. That was the day I learned you had good taste in guys."

Cool? When had that word entered her vocabulary? It was so generic. It described nothing. She didn't like it. If this was filtering in from her brain, she preferred her processors.

Alyssa touched Kitty's throat—nearly everyone did that when they talked to her. She let her hand slide down to Kitty's breast.

"This doesn't feel like it's fake," she said. Kitty nodded. Alyssa's hand returned to Kitty's neck. "How did you survive dying, I wonder?" she said. "I don't believe in miracles, but I'm starting to think that's the only explanation."

Kitty smiled. She liked making people wonder about her circumstances. She'd admitted the truth online once, but no one had believed her. Confusion was more fun, anyway.

"What would happen if you died again? The Slaughterer seems to have been avoiding you. Famous as you are, I'm surprised he hasn't paid you a visit."

Alyssa said this with a smile and a semi-sarcastic tone, and Kitty didn't remember how she'd acted in class, but she couldn't imagine anyone saying that politely to a friend. Had she done anything to anger Alyssa during class? She hoped not.

***

Alyssa had been contemplating different methods of murdering Kitty since she'd saved Casey and denied Alyssa her rightful kill. She'd settled on lightly roasting her and eating her alive. Zombie or not, she had meat inside her, and she would cook like anyone else.

"Kitty!" someone called. Alyssa turned to see the other girl she now hated: Casey Shaw. She was on prosthetic legs with only one arm in a cast. She looked way too happy. She approached Kitty and gave Alyssa a nod. "Miss Holmes," she said, tipping an imaginary hat.

"Do they work well?" Kitty asked, motioning toward Casey's legs. Casey nodded.

"They're great. I'd hug you if my arms worked."

Casey turned to Alyssa. "Hey, now you can brag to the rest of your classes that you taught one of the single most amazing girls Summermount has ever produced."

"I can," said Alyssa with a smile. She wanted both of these girls dead. She wanted to put a grenade in Casey's mouth and record her exploding in slow motion, then play the video in front of Kitty as she roasted.

"Well," said Kitty. "I need to find a job now. Do either of you have anything available?"

Casey produced a wad of cash from her pocket. "Fuck jobs," she said. "Take this."

Kitty looked hesitant, but she took the cash. "Are you sure? You probably need this more than I do."

Casey shook her head. "You gave me my legs back. That's all I ever wanted."

"I've got a seminar in a few minutes," said Alyssa. Kitty and Casey let her go with a couple good-byes. Alyssa got in Kiwi's repainted and slightly remodeled car and drove home, gripping the wheel tight the entire way. Her hands hurt when she arrived, but she ignored them. She searched the house and found Bart in their room, reading a book.

"Bart," Alyssa said. "Two things."

She stripped her shirt off and threw it hard against the wall. "First," she said, "fuck me. Second, I want Kitty Grant and Casey Shaw dead, and fast."

Bart slowly sat up, bookmarked his page, and set the book aside. "I can fuck you all you want," he said. "But I highly recommend waiting another couple hours. Kayla's working on something I believe you'll enjoy very much."

"Oh? Is she roasting her tits for me?"

"Even better. Just wait."

Bart stood and walked around behind Alyssa. She let her skirt fall to her ankles as he touched her shoulders. She felt his erection poke her ass. She felt his hands go around her neck and she felt the squeezing begin. She fell forward onto the bed under his weight.

"So what's this Kayla's doing?" she said as Bart penetrated her.

"It's a birthday surprise."

"Oh? 'The best slaughter you've ever seen,' she said?"

"I believe so."

Alyssa scoffed, then gagged as Bart squeezed her neck tighter, nearly breaking her neck. She was used to this, though, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

"Do you actually believe she can top my best kills? Have you even shown her my videos?"

Bart pulled her head back by her hair. "She knows what she's doing. Besides, it's for your birthday. Show her a little gratitude."

"Oh, all right. Now c'mon, make me feel like I'm seven years old in my stepfather's bedroom."

Bart did just that.