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FEAR FEEDER
by
MARANTHA JENELLE
[3,692 words]
FEAR FEEDER
MARANTHA JENELLE
Marston Ellis looked down at the corpse of
the truck driver as energy surged and
crackled along his nerve endings, making
him feel invincible.
Considering how tough and threatening theguy had been in the bar when Marston had
"accidentally" dumped his beer on him,
Marston had been shocked when he had
caved into the fear within mere hours of
Marston's "games".
Marston had lain in wait, nursing a bruised
rib from where the truck driver had driven
his fist into his side, outside the bar.
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He had had a feeling the guy wasn't going
to let it go after he had put on that show of
being so cowed when he had "run" out of
the bar after the guy used him for a
punching bag.
Man, the brawny ones could be so stupid
sometimes...all bulk and no brains. The fool
had been just drunk enough he had followed
Marston, wanting to continue the fight...
Marston was waiting for the guy as he had
rounded the corner leading to the pitch
black back parking area.
Marston had shot out the two pitiful bulbs
hanging from wires strung across the
parking area with a pellet gun he had
stashed at the corner of the building before
going into the bar.
He always targeted bars that were more or
less isolated and poorly lit and he alwayscased them out during the hours when they
weren't open, studying possible escape
routes and places to hide the pellet gun and
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the billy club he had taken off of a cop he
had killed about three years earlier.
He heard the drunken lunk coming and
nailed him with the billy club as he came
around the corner. The truck driver went
down with no sound save the soft thud as
his lard ass hit the ground.
Marston raised up his shirt and begun
unwinding the length of slender nylon
clothes line he had wrapped around his
waist. He had gone into the bar prepared,
hunting.
This wasn't the first time he had hit a bar
for a hunt...you could always count on some
hothead following you if you pissed them
off.
He tied the guy up and gagged him with a
rag he took out of his back pocket, then
pulled him the few feet to the car he hadstolen several states...and multiple
murders...back, and locked him in the trunk.
Nearly fifty miles of winding back roads
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later he pulled into a heavily wooded area.
Dragging the guy from the trunk, he tied
him to a tree and then began his games.
The guy had lasted through several hours of
taunts, tiny carefully calculated cutting and
gradual loss of certain body parts before he
finally kicked the bucket.
His muffled screams had filled the woodedarea despite the gag and he had soiled
himself not once but several times.
And then had come the part that Marston
liked best...his signature...the brand
showing an outline of a diamond and heart
overlapping, with the diamond being the
upper emblem.
Marston branded all of his kills...after all, an
artist always signs his work.
Marston didn't even bother untying the theguy, he just made sure he left nothing
around to identify him and then got in the
car and drove off, leaving the guy tied to the
tree. It would be a while before he might be
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found, and Marston would be long gone by
then.
He was running out of places in this little
burg to "play" and he didn't dare risk many
more feedings, for two of his victims had
been discovered already and the area
residents were getting jumpy.
Maybe it was time he pulled up stakes and
moved on. After all, he had already been
here two weeks past his normal month in
any one place.
Hmmm, maybe he should just move over a
couple of states till this whole area cooled
down a little.
His decision made, Marston drove back to
the motel he had been staying at while he
had been pretending to look for work,
cleaned up, loaded the bloody clothes in the
trash bag he had brought in from the trunkand then gathered all of his stuff and hit the
road, headed North.
The feeding high stayed with him longer
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this time, giving him the energy to stay on
the road for nearly four days before the
warning signs came that he needed to find
a safe place to go to ground for about one
or two days, someplace where there
wouldn't be much chance of anyone finding
him.
The lethargy that always followed a feeding
hit about midnight of the fourth day after hehad killed the truck driver.
He knew he had about five hours before he
became completely helpless while the
nearly trance-like sleep that always
followed a feeding took him, so he startedkeeping a lookout for somewhere he could
go to ground without risk of possibly being
seen and caught.
He had been driving about two hours when
all at once, where one moment the airoutside the car had been clear as a bell and
he had been able to see miles of stars, now
he was surrounded by a fog so thick he was
reduced to driving with his lights on high at
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barely a crawl as he strained to see the
road ahead of him.
He crested a small rise and then, as he
began to move downward, he saw a faint
glimmer of light shining through the mist.
With the exhaustion pulling at him, and
discovering that he was going to need to
refill the tank, he was really hoping that
that light just happened to be a filling
station.
He was glad to see that it was, for the car
was just about running on fumes, and he
still had to find a place to rest.
As Marston drove onto the lot of the little
station, he gave the place a cursory look
over, then sneered at the rundown condition
of the single building and the lone gas
pump.
He got out and began filling the gas tank,
then opened the trunk and reached into the
duffel bag and got the gun and hunting
knife.
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Entering the little station, he began
wandering around the pitiful offerings they
had in the way of snacks and canned
drinks.
He had to stock up on plenty of snacks,
especially anything high in sugar content,
for when he awoke from the feeding sleep,
he was going to be very, very hungry, a fact
he knew from past experience, and itseemed that the sweeter stuff was what he
craved at that time
He took his purchases up to the counter
and looked around for the clerk. Come to
think of it, there hadn't been anyone behindthe counter when he had come in, either.
He stood there for a moment or two, then
gave a shout to see if anyone was there. He
was just about to shout out again when an
elderly woman came out of a little doornext to the cigarette case, muttering under
her breath, telling him to just be patient,
she wasn't as young as she had used to be.
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She moved to stand across from him and
then began to ring up his purchases, never
once looking directly at him and not saying
a word.
When she had rung up the last item, she
finally looked at him and he was a little
shocked to see that her eyes were nearly
covered with cataracts. How the old bat
had seen to pick up the items he hadchosen, much less ring them up, he didn't
know.
She told him the amount due in a voice that
was strangely flat and without inflection,
her face emotionless, looking past himrather than at him.
Taking out his wallet, he paid for the
purchases and then left, looking back at the
store just before he got in the car.
Man, that old broad had been definitelytwilight zone, he thought to himself as he
started the car and pulled out of the lot, his
tail lights soon lost in the now once again
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strangely clear night.
And in that store, the old woman's eyes
turned an eerie glowing red as a smile of
what could almost have been described as
smug satisfaction touched her lips and she
whispered, "Welcome, Marston Ellis, we've
been expecting you!"
And as the sound of chilling laughter
suddenly filled the empty silence, the
station began to fade...
Till all that was left was the burned out
shell of a building covered in weeds and
creeper vines.
Marston drove into the small town square
about thirty minutes after leaving that
really creepy old bat back at the station.
Looking around, he spotted a flickering
motel sign a little ways ahead.
On the way to the motel, he spotted a
couple of convenience stores and a bank.
He was going to have to get some money,
and he knew the bank was out of the
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question, so he focused on the two
convenience stores, studying their layout,
their size, and other things he would need
to know if he meant to rob them...
Which he did, for the money he had taken
off of the truck driver was running out.
Marston pulled up to the motel office, then
got out and went in and paid for three days
in advance.
Before leaving the office, he looked the
clerk right in the eyes, telling him that
under no circumstances was he to be
disturbed for anything...that anyone that did
would get the crap beat out of them.
Once he located the room, he pulled into
the slot in front of it, then got out and took
just long enough to grab the duffel bag from
the trunk.
Those bags held had the gun and spare
ammo clips. He grabbed the two plastic
bags of snacks and drinks he had gotten at
the creepy station as well and then went
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inside.
Entering the room, he set the bags on the
floor, then bent over the duffel bag and
reached in to get the spare hunting knife.
He turned to the door and locked the chain
and button on the door and then drove the
knife blade into the door jamb as an extra
guarantee that he wouldn't be disturbed.
Turning from the door, he reached down and
picked up the bags and took them over near
the bed, sitting them down on the floor by
the leg of the nightstand, within easy
reach.
Reaching into the duffel bag he pulled out
the gun and his hunting knife. After placing
the gun within easy reach on the
nightstand, he placed the knife beneath the
pillow. He stood only long enough to remove
his jacket and toss it over the back of theonly chair in the room, then lay down.
He was asleep nearly before his head hit
the pillow.
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Marston slept through that entire day, not
moving an inch, lying there almost like a
corpse, and far into the following night.
The whispers woke him at midnight, calling
his name. Moving for the first time since he
had lain down, he began to twist and toss
as the nightmare came again.
It was always the same...a sensation of
falling for what seemed like forever, then
landing to find himself surrounded by a
circle of eerily glowing red eyes and
glimpses of skeletal hands reaching for
him.
And each time those dreams came, those
eyes grew larger and those hands grew
closer to touching him.
Marston came awake with a gasp, his body
drenched in sweat and his heart feeling as
it was trying to come out of his chest, hiseyes wild as they swung around the room.
There was no doubt about it, there was
definitely a sense of his not being alone,
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though he could see nothing and no one in
the room to give him that feeling.
Marston sat up then ran his hands over his
face, and realized they were trembling.
Damn those dreams, they had begun to
come every time he fed.
But what was really odd was that that was
the ONLY time they came.
Sitting there he realized that he needed
something stronger to drink than the sodas
and juices he had gotten at that last stop.
He stood and grabbed his jacket from the
back of the chair, then got the gun and his
good knife and put them in the duffel bag,
after which he headed out to the car.
He never, ever left that duffel bag behind.
He drove around the little town for a while,
searching for a bar, but there didn't appearto be any, so since he was now wide awake,
he decided to just get on the main
thoroughfare and drive out beyond the town
limits.
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After all, a lot of towns did have bars...just
not in their city limits for the sake of all the
"upstanding" folk.
He had been driving for about an hour when
he saw a car on the side of the road with its
emergency lights flashing.
Pulling up behind it he discovered that it
was a couple of teenagers, a boy and a girl,
evidently out on a jaunt.
The kids told him their radiator had blown
up and that they had been stranded there
for over three hours.
Marston, as he stood listening to the two
kids explain how they had come to be out
that late, felt the hunger begin to stir.
For the past four months the hunger had
begun to come more and more
frequently...and insistently.
And Marston knew all too well what
happened when he tried to ignore it or fight
it.
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Oh yes, Marston knew what happened when
he tried to fight the hunger...it hurt like hell.
He knew because it had happened just
recently when he had to walk away from
potential prey two states back when a
group of the intended victim's friends had
shown up just as he had begun to walk
away with them towards his pickup.
He had met up with the kid at what had
appeared to be a town festival of some
kind. The kid had literally almost run him
down with his bicycle.
When the kid had swerved at the last
minute he had turned right into a curb and
his bike had flipped, throwing him right over
the handlebars to land hard on one
shoulder.
Marston had just been wandering around,
searching for a possible target, for thehunger had started the previous afternoon.
When Marston had seen what had
happened, and he had acted without
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thinking. Walking up, he had helped the kid
to his feet and then offered to take him to
the closest medical facility.
The kid had been pretty shaken up and his
shoulder had been at an unnatural angle,
clearly indicating that he had either thrown
it out of joint or broken it.
Whatever the case, it had been plain as day
that the kid had been in a lot of pain, and he
had not even hesitated in accepting
Marston's offer.
They had just started to walk towards the
area where Marston had his truck parked
when four or five other kids had ridden up
on their bikes, calling the injured boys
name and giving suspicious glances at
Marston.
The kids had taken the injured boy aside
and began what had all too plainly been aserious ass grilling for trusting strangers.
The boy had hung his head and then after
looking at his friends and nodding he had
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walked over and gotten his bike and then
rejoined the other kids.
And Marston had been left standing there,
seething in fury, as they had ridden away
without a backward glance.
Damn the little meddlers to hell and back!
He had been so close!
He had discovered that the younger thevictim was, the greater energy surge he got
from their fear and terror.
It had taken Marston two days after he lost
his chance with the boy to find another
victim, and by then he was nearly mad with
the hunger.
And that time had taught him very well
what could happen if he did not feed when
the craving first struck, for by the time he
finished with the transient he had lured into
an abandoned warehouse with the promise
of booze, the guy had barely resembled a
human being at all.
And what had shook Marston up was that
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he had not remembered even one moment
past when he had chained the guy to the
pipe deep in the bowels of that building.
He had literally cut the guy to pieces a
chunk at a time, leaving nothing but a
carcass that looked like a badly put
together nightmare of exposed muscles and
bone.
He had placed the guys body in one of the
furnaces in the basement, then cleaned up
in a restroom and left, but all the way back
to the motel, he had been dwelling on what
had happened.
And he knew that he must never, ever again
let him go that long without feeding, for if
he did, he was sure to get caught.
Marston told the kids he would give them a
ride back into town and tried to look
sincere and harmless, but he was alreadyplotting where he could take them.
He looked at his watch and then asked the
kids if they could excuse him a moment
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while he cleared out the back seat, then
headed for the car.
Opening the driver's side door, Marston
grabbed some of the empty snack wrappers
and other debris and crammed it into a
partially filled garbage bag that had been
on the floor board.
Carrying the bag, he moved to the back and
opened up the trunk, tossed the plastic bag
in then opened the duffel bag and got the
killing knife and slipped it into the custom
sheath he had crafted from an old leather
jacket he had taken off of one of his
victims.
Slamming the trunk, he walked back
towards the kids and told them to go ahead
and get in the car, he would take them back
to town.
Over two hours later he stood, recharged,and stared with a sense of accomplishment
at all that was left of those two kids...
Which was to say, not much.
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He was so charged he decided that just this
once he wasn't going to try to hide his
handiwork, it needed to be appreciated...
After all, he had gone to such pains to make
sure that the switches he had made in
both of the bodies looked somewhat natural
when he had super glued the part into their
new places.
All at once he grinned...the boy had actually
turned out to be little more than a wuss,
and it was only appropriate that his new
equipment matched his true
nature...while the same could be said for
what was left of the girl...after all, she HADbeen the one with the most balls!
But he had one more teensy weensy detail
to take care of before he could head back
to the motel...his signature.
Reached down and pulling the knife oncemore from the sheath, he walked up to the
trees to which the two bodies were tied,
and after cutting away some of the bark so
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that the mark would show, he gouged his
signature symbol into the trees.
After replacing the knife, he gave the two
bodies a mocking salute and then returned
to his car. About two hours later he was
back at the motel, cleaned up and gathering
his things.
He decided to hit the smaller of the two
convenience store, as he was now down to
only a couple of dollars, then he figured he
would find somewhere to lie low for a few
days.
But that act of vanity he had allowed
himself had cost him...
Marston cursed virulently beneath his
breath as he watched the men moving
cautiously on the trail below him...they had
finally, it seemed, caught up with him.
As he hunkered down on the overhang
above the trail, he watched as the dogs
went about, noses to ground, trying to pick
up his scent.
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He silently chuckled to himself, fat chance
of that.
He had come across a dead deer and had
what, to him at least, had seemed the
brilliant idea of using the carrion to throw
the search dogs off of the trail.
So he had used his hunting knife to carve a
different kind of meat than it was normally
wont to.
And then he had stripped and rubbed the
chunk of rotting meat everywhere he could
reach on his body and then over his clothes.
He had nearly gagged while doing it, but to
his way of thinking, nausea was preferable
to what would happen if he were caught.
Besides, by the following night he was no
longer aware of the smell at all. He guessed
his nose had gotten used to it.
And he took the hide and put it in the cave,
storing his clothes with it so that the smell
soaked into them.
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That had been two weeks ago, and he had
tried to be careful about getting wet and
risk washing away the scent, for he had
finally had to get rid of the hide when it
begun to turn maggoty.
But life was a real bitch...the rainstorm two
nights back had pretty much drenched him
before he could reach the caves where he
had been holed up for the past threemonths, and he had run out of the clothes
that had been "doctored", so had been
reduced to wearing clothes which allowed
his own scent to fill them for the past two
days.
As he watched the activity on the trail
below, his thoughts drifted back to what
had brought him to this point...
He had stumbled onto the caves after a
close run in with the law after they hadfound the kids.
His car had broken down not far from a
heavily wooded area, above which could be
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seen what appeared to be some large
mountains.
He had left the car sitting on the road,
taking time only to grab his gun, the satchel
of ammo, the canteen, all incriminating
paper work that might identify him and the
satchel containing the junk food that he had
managed to steal along the way at a couple
of the gas stations and convenience storeshe had robbed.
He had wandered, totally lost, for about
three days when he had stumbled onto the
caves, which went far back into the
mountains in which they were located. Andthat was where he had set up temporary
camp.
Water had been no problem, as there was a
stream not far from the caves, but food was
another thing altogether.He had had to resort to sneaking down into
the closest town, which lay only about two
or three miles from the entry to the forest
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surrounded the caves, in the dead of night
and raiding the dumpster behind the two
grocery stores and the three local eateries.
He hadn't wanted to call any more attention
to his presence than he had to.
As for clothes...and a few beat up pots and
cooking utensils and dishes...he raided the
local charity bin that sat on the edge of
town. He couldn't carry much at one time
and still hike all the way back to the caves,
so he had learned to be very selective in
what and how much he took.
The garments that didn't fit he simply
dumped down a shaft he had found while
exploring the cave he was in, and food that
went bad went the same way, as did his
bodily waste.
He never, ever lit a fire in the main cave, but
rather used one that was further back,which had a really high ceiling that allowed
the smoke to dissipate without choking
him, as actual living space.
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All in all, it had proven to be a fairly cozy
little set up, and for the first time in longer
than he could remember he had actually
stayed in one place for longer than two or
three weeks.
And then the hunger had come and ruined it
all.
Women...oh how he hated them...that little
tramp he had carved up along with her
boyfriend had scratched him...
And the cops had evidently gotten hold of
some of his DNA from old medical records
back after they had found that damn
engraved watch his dad had given him.
Marston hated all women on principal...
Especially that bitch who had brought him
into this miserable cess pit of a world.
But he had returned that little favor bytaking her out of it on his eighteenth
birthday after she had snuck into his
bedroom, drunk off of her ass, and tried to
seduce him.
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Not that he would have ever touched the
fat, child beating whore even if she had
been sober, he had too much class for that.
Marston had been his mother's punching
bag more than once in the past...and she
had not had to be drunk, either, to find
cause to beat him...
Taking her rage at his father running off
with his secretary about four months after
Marston's fifteenth birthday out on him.
Truth be told, that secretary had been a
total knockout, so Marston couldn't really
blame his old man for his actions...
No, Marston couldn't blame his father for
leaving...but there was one thing he DID
hold a grudge against his father for...
He just wished the selfish bastard could
have taken him with him, and not left him
with that fat, sloshed sow who had given
him birth.
And that was the night he learned that he
could gain strength from fear and terror.
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The feeling that he had gotten that night
while he was beating his mother to death
with his football trophy kept him going, not
even requiring eating or sleep, for two days
before it wore off.
The downside was that he had slept for
nearly twelve hours straight, almost like a
corpse, not even moving from the position
he passed out in. And he had eaten like ahorse for about a two days afterwords.
But he had liked that feeling of power...oh,
he had liked it very much!
He had drug his mother's body out to his
pickup...ironically a seventeenth birthday
gift from the old bat...an attempted sop to
her conscious for the crappy way she
treated him, he had guessed. After tossing
her body callously in the back he drove out
to the rock quarry at the edge of town.He had driven far back into the quarry, then
had dug a hole and dumped his mother's
body into it.
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Appropriating one of the front end earth
scooping machines, he had loaded about
four or five scoops of gravel on top of the
grave...it would be a while before anyone
found her, he had thought with vindictive
glee.
After making sure there was nothing around
to link to him, he had left the quarry and
headed home, where he started packingand gathering the things he would be taking
with him when he left that miserable little
hole in the road.
A day or two after he had returned from the
quarry, he had gone through all of herpapers and computer files till he found a
copy of her signature and her bank account
number.
Then he had sent the bank an email
notifying them that "she" was going to begoing on a road trip, and was taking him
with her, and that there would be funds
drawn on various ATM machines out of
state.
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He told the bank that "she" did not have a
defined date of return, and that "she" would
contact them when they got back.
Then he had withdrawn two thousand
dollars.
He had gone to the bank with a withdrawal
strip on which he had forged her signature,
telling them that she had asked him to pick
up the money while she finished packing
and getting ready, since he was going to be
in town anyway.
The bank saw nothing suspicious in this, for
his mother had signed papers allowing him
to perform transactions in her name and he
had been doing it ever since getting his
license when he was seventeen.
He had avoided going into town any more
than necessary in order to avoid the
possibility of anyone asking why his motherwasn't seen around for the next two or
three weeks as he had tried to think of all
of the things he might need to take care of
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before he left.
But he had one more thing to take care of
before shaking the dust of that town from
his feet...he had a little "date" with Natasha
Pensworth and that geeky science nerd,
Merrick Nash, she had dumped him for.
Marston had stalked his cheating whore of
an ex girlfriend and her new lover boy for
the two weeks following the murder of his
mother, carefully noting their movements
and patterns, even slipping a tracking
device beneath the bumper of his two
timing little slut of a former girlfriend's car,
and then, on a night as cold as a witch'sheart, he had followed them to an old
hunting cabin up in the hills about sixty
miles from town.
He had gone to the cabin time and time
again while he stalked the two lovebirds,sealing all of the windows and drilling holes
on both sides of the door frame into which
he fitted holders that he had custom
created himself (Whoever knew that taking
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shop class could come in so handy!) that,
once in place and a bar dropped between
them, blocked the door completely.
Then had come the night he had been
waiting for them when the two lovers had
gone up to the cabin for a tryst.
He had tracked them as they had headed
for the cabin, then, after taking some back
roads to get there ahead of them, he had
waited patiently till almost midnight,
watching from his hiding place till he had
been fairly sure that they were down for the
night, and then he had made his move.
He had gone to the little pile of brush to
one side of the cabin where he had hidden
the beam that would go across the door and
the canvas bag holding the brackets, doing
his best to make as little noise as
possible...After all, he hadn't wanted to spoil the
surprise, now had he?
Creeping up to the door, he felt along the
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edges till he found the holes he had drilled
and then placed the brackets in them, then
added the beam.
And then he had doused the entire cabin in
gasoline from the stock of cans he had
been surreptitiously sneaking up and
concealing with brush the same way he had
the beam and brackets.
Then he had gotten the tiki torch he had
hidden with the rest of the stuff and the
aluminum baseball bat and returned to the
cabin...
And using the aluminum baseball bat he had
begun going around the entire cabin
banging on the walls and shouting, calling
the little tramp and her lover everything he
could think of, mocking them, driving them
to a state of panic.
And as their panic had built, his strengthhad begun to grow, and he had begun to
feel invincible.
But the rush he had gotten at the wave of
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sheer terror that had emanated from that
cabin when he had begun lighting the
gasoline drenched wood, yelling the entire
time that he was going to send their
cheating, two timing asses to hell, had been
almost enough to overload his system.
Oh how he had reveled in their screams and
the sounds of pounding and shattering
glass as they had tried to escape!
How he had howled with manic, glorious,
vindicated laughter when he had seen their
terrified faces at the sealed
windows...windows across which he had
mounted steel bars that had fit into thebrackets he had so carefully custom
created and placed over every single
window, and which were padlocked!
Luckily for him the cabin had had only had
five windows, two in the front, one in thebedroom, one in the bathroom and one over
the kitchen sink, and that they all had been
fairly small, for it meant that the bars had
not required much lifting to mount.
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He waited for about thirty minutes after it
went silent, then he gathered all of the
plastic gas containers up and dumped them
on the huge pile of brush he had set up for
just that purpose, after which he set it
ablaze.
Anyone investigating the scene would play
hell getting finger prints, for he had also
worn heavy leather gloves to hang the barson the windows and the one on the door.
And he had always made sure to wear
gloves when he had been preparing the
cabin and to remove any possibly
incrimination evidence of his having beenthere.
He had whistled all the way back to the
truck...
Totally unaware that the watch with its
custom family crest engraved on the facethat his father had given him as a
graduation present had fallen off of his
wrist into a flower bed beneath the
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bedroom window of the cottage...
A watch that had been engraved with the
words "To my son, Marston, the graduate".
Marston had driven back to town and
returned home only long enough to pitch
the tent, storage chests and suitcases that
he had packed and prepared for this
occasion into the back of his pickup, then
he had headed out of town without once
looking back.
That had been eleven years ago. Since that
time he had left a trail of bodies across the
entire fifty states, everything from
housewives who caught him when he broke
in looking for food and things to steal and
sell to campers to joggers to homeless
people...
And all of them had been tortured in order
to obtain the maximum level of fear beforethey died.
And it was now getting harder and harder to
stay that one step ahead of the law.
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It was such a pity he simply could not resist
marking his victims with his "trademark"...a
linked outline of a diamond and a heart,
which to him stood for what he had taken to
calling himself...Diamondheart.
After all, all true artist's signed their work,
didn't they?
It was the same mark he had left branded
into a tree near the cabin with the
miniature brand he had himself
created...once again sardonically thanking
shop class as he had made it...and which
was small enough to fit in his shirt pocket.
All he had to do was hold it over the flame
of the lighter he had had engraved with his
sign and it was ready to use.
As that thought passed through his head as
he knelt, watching the trail, he let out
another string of low curses...he had beenso careful, attending to each and every
detail, and it had all been undone by a
broken watch clasp!
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No one would have known to possibly link
him to that brand when it showed up on his
later victims if it hadn't been for that damn
watch!
The fire at the cabin had, of course, been
investigated, and they had been very, very
thorough...and found the watch...with his
name on it...
And the brand.
Thinking of the watch infuriated him, for
that engraving was one of the little vanity
perks that his father had been prone to...
Just as that brand was his.
It was one of the few times he really hated
his father for his damn pride in the fact that
his family actually had a crest and a
traceable lineage.
His dad's family gave the term "old money"a whole new meaning.
The face on that watch had been custom
engraved with the family crest, a symbol
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that had been well known in not only his
town...purely for the fact that his family
were the town founders and it was on every
police car, courthouse wall and a lot of
other places as well...but in nearly every
county for about a hundred mile radius.
And his name was known by the law
enforcement in his town due to his having
put a police officer in the hospital over aparking ticket about two months after he
got his license.
The only reason he had been able to keep
his license and gotten off on a smaller
charge had been due to his family'sinfluence and money.
Marston's mind was jerked back to the
present by the sudden sound of excited
baying as one of the dogs picked up his
scent. Scooting back, careful to make aslittle noise as possible, he only stood when
he reached the little ravine below the ridge
on which he had been watching the
searchers.
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No sooner had he stood than he took off for
the caves, for he knew that even if they
found the one he had been staying in, he
could lose them in the ones further in.
As he ran, he was cursing mentally, damn it
to hell, he should have been more careful
and not taken the chance of leaving the
body of that drifter in the basement of that
old abandoned factory at the edge of town.
He had needed a terror fix so desperately
he had been actually aching with the
craving for it, for it had seemed so long
since the one that had forced him to flee
and brought him to this place.
But by the time he had gotten through with
the guy, it had been nearly dawn and he
knew he hadn't had much time to get out of
town and back safely to the caves before
daylight. He had been doing his best tonever, ever be seen by anyone.
But someone must have been in the
building and heard the screams of his
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victim, for he had just reached the edge of
the woods leading to the caves when he
heard the sirens...and they seemed to be
getting closer.
Marston made it to the caves and
immediately went straight to the one in
which he had been staying and grabbed the
flashlight, the gun, the satchel of ammo and
then headed deeper into the network ofoffshoots that he had come to know fairly
well during his stay there.
He spent some time going in and out of
ones which all were interlinked by openings
to each other, deliberately running his handover the walls and rocks, laying down a trail
of scent to confuse the dogs.
Then he headed back towards a part that
he hadn't really explored fully, but where he
felt the dogs wouldn't track him as well, forhe doubted that many of the search party
would have flashlights.
He was far back in the tunnel system when
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he heard the echoes of the dogs baying and
the shouts of the men when they evidently
located the caves.
And he knew by the change in the voices
just about when they found his particular
cave.
Moving quickly, Marston continued deeper
into the tunnels, always keeping part of his
mind focused on his pursuers even as he
tried to focus on the twists and turns as he
followed the tunnels.
A person could get lost very easily in that
complex system.
He heard the dogs suddenly start baying
again and guessed they must have picked
up the false trail he had left...that would
keep them busy for a short time going
around in circles.
He had only gone a little further after
hearing the dogs when all at once he began
to get the feeling that someone...or
something...was not only watching him...
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But following him.
Marston paused for a moment to grab his
breath, his heart beating hard as he
strained to listen for any sound of
movement, but only silence met his ears.
He had barely moved a few yards further
into the tunnels when the whispers began,
always saying the same thing over and over
again...voices that sounded strangely
hollow and echoing...
His name.
Now beginning to feel a little spooked, he
continued on, and began to notice that the
ground now seemed to be sloping
downward.
He had reached a cavern of some kind
which had a huge pit not far from the
entrance to it when he once again got the
feeling that he was not alone.
He moved a little ways into the cavern, then
turned to face the entrance and bent over,
placing his hands on his knees as he tried
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to catch his breath and to listen for sounds
of the searchers and dogs.
But only silence met his ears once more...
And then a slight movement in the shadows
by the entrance caught his attention.
Pulling the handgun from the shoulder
holster, he made sure it was loaded then
turned the flashlight on the area he thoughthe had seen the movement in...
And then gave a gasp of sheer horror, for
the apparitions that he saw were now
beginning to advance slowly towards him
he knew could not possibly be real...for
they were none other than all of the people
he had tortured and murdered.
With eyes wide and heart beginning to beat
like it was trying to come out of his chest,
Marston watched as the figures drew closer
and closer, reciting his name in whispering
voices that turned his blood to ice.
By now totally spooked, he began firing
wildly at them...only to watch the bullets
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connect...
And yet the figures simply kept coming,
closer and closer.
As those grisly figures approached, Marston
began to back up slowly, trying his best to
reload the gun while still keeping an eye on
them.
All at once he felt his heel totter on theedge of the pit and knew that he could go
no further. He placed the final bullet in the
gun and began firing into the group of
ghostly figures that were advancing on him.
Marston kept pulling the trigger for several
moments after the last bullet was fired as
his stalkers shuffled closer and closer.
His wild eyes searched frantically for a path
of escape, and found none.
He did not see the skeletal hands thatreached up from the edge of the pit to grab
his ankles and pull...
Causing him to lose his balance and fall
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backwards, right down to the bottom,
where he landed with a thud that knocked
the breath out of him.
Shakily getting to his feet, he immediately
glanced around, seeking a way out of the
pit, but there didn't appear to be any, for the
sides were sheer rock and the top was too
far to reach and pull himself out.
Reaching into his jacket pocket, he pulled
out one of the multitude of cheap lighters
he had stolen from various stores he had
robbed over the years, and which he always
kept on him, igniting the flame with hands
that trembled visibly.
He realized that he could no longer hear
that eerie recitation of his name and he
looked up at the rim of the pit, expecting to
see those ghastly figures peering down at
him, mocking him, but they appeared tohave disappeared.
Drawing a shaky breath of relief, he walked
up the wall, looking upwards to see if there
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were any possible handholds he might be
able to use to get out.
All around the perimeter he searched,
seeking a way out, but he seemed to be
well and truly stuck, for the walls were
nearly completely smooth.
Frustrated, cursing under his breath, he
began to pace, and that was when the
whispers began again, whispering in eerie
echoing tones, whispering of atrocities he
had committed.
And then something moved in the shadows
outside the fast dimming glow of the lighter
he had once more held up and ignited when
the first whispers came.
And as he watched, his heart nearly
stopping with horror as those shadows
began to form and move all around him,
drawing closer even as they multiplied innumber.
Backing away, holding the lighter up and
once again searching for a way of escape,
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Marston's heels connected with something
on the floor behind him, sending him reeling
backwards, arms flailing for balance.
Once more getting shakily to his feet,
Marston looked down to see what had
tripped him...
And his eyes went wide in horror as he
stared at his body, lying, twisted in
unnatural order, at his feet.
And he looked up and around as those
ghostly, skeletal figures that surrounded
him began to approach, their bony hands
outstretched, their fingers clawed, their
sightless eyes set in decaying faces locked
on him and glowing red, lips drawn back
over sharp edged, jagged teeth in parodies
of grins as their voices began to fill the
cavern, repeating one word over and over
again...Vengeance.
And as the figures closed in and began to
tear him apart, he began to scream as he
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learned for himself the meaning of terror...
A lesson he would be learning for eternity.