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A Horror Short From

The Westerheights Collection : Volume II

By: Mark Lundbek

Chapter I

"Thunder, lightning.

Break-neck speeds on a midnight ride.

Perfect storm's a brewin',

This night was made for screwin',

This shit is the stuff, your daddy said would build your pride!"

Hell On Wheels

~Kristian

Band : Krist Child

Album: The Forgotten Son

"Yes that was from our ... what did they call it... Garage? No, Basement, yes that's it. Basement Days. Most bands had the luxury of having a members parents having a Garage, but not us, no we were a little luckier in that we had a ... well I don't want anyone to take this wrong because the asylum is really his personal choice, really, he asked to be put there, and I am not going to go into details, but most of our band had parents who wanted nothing to do with such a colossal waste of time on a useless hobby, so we took the next logical step and went to the crazy recluse with a basement."

The interviewer cuts in to illicit more prudent, if you could call it that, information, but more likely to get what the audience really expects from an interview with one of the most controversial members of the Krist Child, during what their fans lovingly referred to as "The Under Siege Era".

"For the first week, our guitarist had no idea whatsoever that the newly acquired projector was projecting larger than life images of my personal porn collection behind 'im for the first three concerts. There were fuckin' two story dicks pumpin' the shit outta cunny behind 'im and he had no fuckin' clue. Fuckin' epic."

The station sell voice cut back in and rambled about a Monday Mayhem rock show of sorts, and where you could peruse for your chance to snag some tickets, and "Try some hippie shit with BAAAAAALLLLLLLS!".

There was a muffled crack, followed by a flash, but Arnie's girlfriend hardly noticed as he continued holding the back of her head and pressing his lips hard into hers. Out of the corner of his eye, Arnie watched as time seemed to slow down, just for him. David's comically grinning face evaporated into the shine of the headlights in a misty, crimson cloud as the flash from his sidearm and the top of his skull shot skyward. Seconds later there was an almost immeasurably, wet thud as David's remains met the force of the oncoming Plymouth Fury's bumper and grill. There was a faint 'thock' and a scrape as his spinning skullcap caught the edge of the window and skipped across the roof of the car. Still kissing his girlfriends lips, Arnie grinned and flicked the wipers on and pushed the mechanism that released a spray of fluid over the windshield. Leigh's eyes flicked open and her gaze traveled to the roof as she placed her hand on Arnie's chest and began to push him away while trying to speak out of the corner of her mouth. "What was that?!"

"Oh, probably just a bird or a bat," replied Arnie, smiling. He finally released Leigh's head. "We are surrounded by woods right now."

"Well that's enough kissing while you're driving Arnie Cunningham," Leigh smiled and blushed a little. "Birds and bats aren't the only things that live in the woods you know, and some of those things are big enough to do some damage to a pretty new car like this." She gave Arnie a stern, motherly look.

"Alright babe," Arnie lifted his foot off the accelerator and the Fury began to slow. "no more kisses. I will pay attention to the road. But I still want that blow job you promised me at the bar back in Westerheights." He winked as the corner of his mouth rose in a half grin and began applying pressure to the breaks, slowing the car more.

"What are you doing Arnie?" Leigh asked, looking around, out the windows, scrutinizing the woods and the blanket of mist that shimmered in the light of the full moon and the layer of light moisture blanketing the evening.

"Well we are still a few hours from home, so I am thinking a piss now would be better, then we wont have to stop and I should be able to get you back to your moms before I gotta go meet LeBay at the shop. Also gonna check and see if the bird did any damage to the grill." Arnie leaned over and kissed Leigh on the forehead as the car came to a slow, crunching halt in the gravel, on the shoulder of the highway. Leigh thought she could hear something dragging in the gravel. She strained to listen through the open window, but between the radio blaring a song presumed to be featured in the set list for the Monday Night Rock Show, and the warm fuzzy feeling she was getting from the wine Arnie had treated her to in the Westerheights Bar and Roadside Grill, while convincing the burly bartender that the heaving breasts he was staring at beneath her pale white blouse, were in fact attached to a woman of no less than twenty two, and how he had heard this was the finest establishment a traveling New York Business Man could treat his newlywed wife to while passing through the quaint little town of Westerheights. She smiled as Arnie reached across her, popped open the glove compartment and removed a beat up and slightly greasy, old flashlight. He flicked it on and it flickered, so he gave it a shake. The light steadied. He smiled at Leigh, and popped the door open. The interior light drowned out the green glow emanating from the dashboard and mixed with the yellowish hazy beam of the old dirty flashlight. Arnie stepped out into the night and rounding the door, gave it a shove with his hip, and smiled at how easily the door sprung to close. Arnie inhaled the fresh night air and grinned maniacally. As he rounded the front of the car, he shone the light down at the grill. Removing the grin with a quickly schemed grimace, just for Leigh, he looked into the windshield where Leigh sat, waiting patiently with a quizzical smile on her face. "Ewww, yup. We hit a bird alright." He looked down at what was left of the back of Davids head bent awkwardly to the left. "Looks like we picked up a few branches from the Westerheights side road too. It'll just be a second. He squatted down and leaned in close to what was left of David's right ear. "Told ya moving away wouldn't help ya fuckin' jock," he whispered "Chrissy always finds her man. David's shiny, new neck and face hole gurgled slightly. Arnie grinned and stood. "No worries," he said, turning back to see Leigh fixing a breast with one hand and her lipstick with the other. He raised his leg, braced his hand on the hood, placed his booted foot on David's right shoulder and pushed. For a moment nothing happened. Arnie heard liquid drips. The engine continued to purr. Then, with a wet shucking sound, the grill released David's upper body. It slid downward, sitting David for a moment, upright, on what was or, wasn't remaining of his freshly peeled ass, then fell backward with a thud. Arnie pulled a handkerchief from his back pocket, reached down and with it, wrestled Davids sidearm from his mangled grip. Standing up, he wrapped the fabric around the sidearm and made as though he was wiping his hands. When he was done, he stuffed all of it into his inner jacket pocket. He reached down, unzipped his fly, and still in the glaring lights of the headlights, unabashedly pulled out his semi stiff penis and turned and grinned manically at Leigh as he shook it and shouted "Ha ha, touché little lady!"

"Oh Jesus Christ Arnie!" she covered her mouth in an attempt to hide her somewhat aroused delight, and against her best efforts, flushed.

"Ha ha." Arnie was still grinning ear to ear when the piss had finally finished splashing off of David' mangled, messy, faceless body. As he zipped, he was sure he heard another muffled gurgle, and could have swore he saw the mangled fingers of David's hand that no longer held his sidearm, twitch ever so slightly. "Yep," muttered Arnie "Chrissy always gets her man." Arnie picked up the flashlight off the hood, and pointed it back at the grill. The front fender creaked and straightened and the dent made a metallic pop as the purring Fury shifted her smile, and adjusted her bonnet a little. Arnie grinned and walked back towards the driver side. "So about that blowjob." Arnie dropped back into the drivers seat, tossed the flashlight in the glove compartment, closed it, kissed his lady on the cheek, grinned and closed the door.

"Well I'm not gonna do it while you're driving!", Leigh pushed Arnie's shoulder, and huffed a little. Arnie smiled.

"Maybe we will make a quick stop by the park before I drop you off." He winked, and put the car in drive. There was some crunching and scraping in the gravel, and finally the left rear tire crunched over a bump, and they were off. The corner of Arnie's mouth turned up to smirk.