Why I kill - 1st Kill - Harry - Rated R

 

At first I just drove around.. you know saw the US. I felt the need growing within me, but I knew I had to explore the US a little more and figure out exactly who should I kill. I needed to find someone who filled my needs but wouldn't be noticed by the police or anymore until I was long gone.

Finally decided the parameters of my segment of the population I could murder:
* Mid size towns (5,000 - 30,000) - Just large nuf where I stranger wouldn't stick out, but not too large to have a large police force

* Single people (21 - 40), older and younger where out for various reasons. Not to mention I think a will and ability to fight back would increase the high

* Income level - below 50K.. after 50K people tend to have an impact in the community or live in areas that have security

* Housing - starter homes, low level/older apartment complexes and trailer parks

* Location - within 20 miles of a major highway or interstate on most major highways and interstates you can open it up and be in another state quickly, but rest stops are great places to get rid of evidence and switch clothes
Anyhow driving up and down I-95 one day and noticed I was running low on gas. So I pull over into this town in GA called Kingsland. Rolled up to Chevron Food Mart.. got some gas and while heading out I noticed a bulletin board with a want ad for a carpenter. Well I am okay with a hammer and saw, so I pull out my cell (one of those pay as you go plans so I could ditch it at any time) and call him up. He tells me his name is Harry (not his real name, don't want to cause anyone any more grief by posting their names) and he needs a shed built. I ask him how much is he willing to pay, that I had a fair bit of experience building sheds (a small lie, but I knew enough to fake it). He asked for references I gave him names of some companies out-of-state (gotta love 411.com look up a few companies and write them down for reference. People and small companies never bother to call them I have found out)

He asks me if I am new in town and why in a couple of different states. I tell him I divorced my wife and kids so I kinda wander around looking for work. A long pause I think I blew it, but he tells me he will pay $300 or $100 plus room and grub. I smile, Harry sounds worth a closer look, I tell him I take the $100 plus room and grub. He gives me directions. I get back in the car and end up a older but decent shape house out on White Oak road near the Crooked River. Harry is a good fellow, about average height, black hair, brown eyes, crispy brown from being out in the sun too much. He looks "Camie"  over and whistles, tells me that is a nice ride. Then he points to his 95 Chevy S10 and tells me to get in, he take me to go eat. Takes me to this place called Sonny's Real Pit back in town.

Over some nice BBQ, onion rings and tea he tells me what he wants. Sound pretty easy a tool shed about 10 foot wide, 6 foot tall. He has all the lumber and nails at 84 Lumber and had them deliver it. After that he takes me back to start work. When in no time I have the basic structure up and up pretense of taking a break I ask Harry about his life and find out he lives along. Never had a need for women after a few bad relationships, told me he spoke his mind too much for women. He pretty much did landscaping and brickwork for expenses. Told me he liked fishing.

The next of couples days passed uneventfully, I discovered where he liked to fish. It was a nice very isolated spot where a stream feed into the Crooked River. I could barely control my lust as I finished the shed. Harry paid me and I asked to go fishing with him before I went. He told me sure, I told him I had pick up fishing supplies. I purchased fishing supplies, a hatchet, razors, trash bags and some bleach. I sliced off a couple of layers of skin on my fingers and bleached them real good so they would leave very faint prints and bleach is pretty good at destroying DNA

Night came and we went to his favor fishing hole. We talked about trivial things for a while, the fishing was good. We caught a couple of good-sized bass and a catfish. As the night grew on, I knew it was time. I could feel the blood raging in my body it felt like was in a raging rapids. My dick grew stiff and oozing precum.. so much Harry commented if I seen a mermaid. He stopped laughing as our eyes met and he realized what was about to happen.

He rose up to say something or defend himself I never know. As soon as I dropped the pole and raised up the hatchet everything because a orgasmic blur, time slowed down, if felt godlike, I barely realized I came as the hatchet connected with his face it was like I could see every droplet of blood every bit of bone, every brain cell as it flew. His body just started twisting and twitching uncontrollably. I wasn't prepared for that I expected him to drop like a sack of flour

His body flopped into the water thrashing around, fear quickly replaced lust. Someone was going to hear that I jumped in the water quickly and hit Harry a couple of more times with the back of the hatchet... Finally he goes quiet. I drag his body out of the water and get him back on the shore. I go thur his wallet grab the cash in there as well as the condom (never know when that would come in handy). I hit him a few more times with the hatchet and drug him around to make it look like a robbery. I sat him up beside a tree where it looked like he was sleeping.

I quickly took off my clothes and put them in a trash bag. and poured the bottle of bleach on me. It burned but I knew I needed to wash the blood off of me. I ran back to Camie naked. Popped the truck go out fresh clothes. I cranked her up and drove off like I was out for a Sunday drive. Once on the I-95 I drove north stopping in SC to wash the bloody clothes in some of that new protein detergent. Once I did that I drove around and found a Goodwill store to drop them off.

The high lasted for days.. but then I felt the need to kill again..