Death in a Back Alley

Death in a Back Alley


Fandom: None
Story Type: Original
Sub category: Horror
Pairings: None
A/N: Just a one shot story about an unlucky woman's encounter with a random killer. This is very violent, I suggest that if you are under 17, find something else, cause I'm don't want to hear it from your mother about you reading this. Read it at your own risk.


Death in a Back Alley -

It was a rainy, end of summer's night. The lightning was flashing and the thunder rolled violently. The rain itself came down in cold sheets, making visability past your nose virtually impossible. If you had an umbrella, you were lucky and could see farther. The rain continued down in heavy sheets and from the road came thick tendrils of steam. It had been a scorcher of a day, temperatures rising into the low 100's. The sudden rain was a shock as it hadn't even been predicted. Hell, the forecast called for clear skies and more scorching temperatures.

The woman sighed as she continued to watch the rain come down from the porch of the house she stood in front of. Her car was in the shop and she was looking at the street, searching for a cab to hail. Glancing up and down the street, she saw none. Looking at the large divers watch on her wrist, she sighed disgustedly and trudged down the stairs. She stepped out of the yard and put the latch on, then looped a chain around the gate post and through an opening in the fence. After securing the padlock, she turned around. However, she was not to complete that turn as she was struck from behind with a small piece of rebar.


Hours later, the woman awoke to find herself naked and stretched out on a filthy mattress that reeked of stale beer and other unidentifiable liquids. She looked around groggily at her surroundings. The rest of the room she was in matched the nasty mattress. The walls had large brown stains from numerous water leaks. The wallpaper was a faded yellow. It, too, was now brown in color. Darker smears were seen on the walls. The one window that she could see out of looked out over an alley. By the looks of it, they were in the last apartment in a dead end back alley. And the realization came that there was no one to save her.

She tried jerking her hands up to cover herself and found that she was cuffed and chained to the bed frame. She tried her legs and found them, too, to be bound securely. She panicked at that moment and started to struggle and scream.

Unfortunately, that brought her captor into the room. He wasn't a large man. Just tall. A few inches over six feet, but painfully thin, as if he hadn't eaten in a long time. His hair was long and scraggly. It was dirty and matted in places. His eyes, however, were a startling bright blue, not matching the rest of him. He smiled then when he caught her staring at his eyes. It was an unfortunate smile. He teeth were blackened and broken in his mouth, accompanied with a putrid breath that amazingly could be smelled over the other noxious smells in the room.

The woman screamed again and the man scowled a most ugly scowl. He was surprisingly fast as he moved to muffle her screams for help. And when he couldn't get her to stop, he brought out the rebar again and struck her on the forehead. The force didn't kill her and he was happy. He wanted to play with her.

Getting up from the bed, he left to get his other "toys". They consisted of several blades ranging from dull to super sharp. A jagged can lid from a can of tuna fish. This last toy still had flesh clinging to it from his previous victim, a young teenage boy. They never did find his body.

After getting an old bowl that was cracked and glued back together and filling it with water from the dirty toilet bowl, he dumped it on the woman's face, startling her awake.

Her eyes opened again and, after several minutes trying to focus, fluttered closed. The man frowned and got more water and repeated the process. After the third try, he was successful. He must remember not to strike her that hard again a third time. He grinned at that possibility and rubbed his groin in anticipation.

He slapped her a little and said in a rough, uneducated voice,"Me and youse are gonna hafe sum fun." He giggled then. It was a sick sound coming from him.

The woman on the bed whimpered and stuggled to get away again. In her own voice, one that was filled with fright and still groggy from being struck and awoken before she could recover from it, said,"Why are you doin' des? Wha have I dun to you?"

Another sick grin came from him as he let a finger glide down her, as yet, unblemished skin, "Cause its fun!"

Her eyes widened as she whimpered, Before she could finish the sound, a scream ripped from her mouth as he suddenly lunged for her and bit her on the upper slopes of her less than generous breasts. The jagged teeth left a gaping wound as he tore a small patch of flesh from her. The man lifted his head and grinned, her blood dripping from his mouth and off his chin. He cuffed her to get her to shut the fuck up.

Getting up, he retrieved a half full bottle of cheap dark liquor. After taking a swig, he took another mouthful and sprayed the woman on the bed. The liquor stung as it hit the raw, open wound on her chest.

Gasping from the pain, the woman struggled again to get off the bed despite being secured tightly to the dirty mattress.

The man set the bottle on the floor and strode back up to the bed. There he stood over her, looking her up and down. Without taking his eyes off her, he fumbled at the waist of his thin and ragged jeans. Finally the button came undone and he pulled his zipper down and he took himself out his pants. After petting himself a little, he started to urinate on her. His aim took him all up and down her body, starting with the face and going down and back up her body, stopping to force the last of his piss on her wound. He stuffed himself back in with practiced ease.

The woman finished gasping as the urine stopped. She lay there shivering with the piss drying on her skin. With the smell continuing to rise around her, she turned her head as best she could and vomited up her stomach contents. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough and most of it landed on her chest and thus, in her raw wound.

The man was giggling now. Turning around, he got another favorite toy from his box. It was a rusty box cutter. Sitting at her feet, he leaned over her and pressed the dull blade to her skin and with a forceful downward movement, left a twelve inch long gash on her upper thigh to her knee. It wasn't a clean cut because of the dull blade. It was jagged and fairly deep. He watched the blood with fascination. Ignoring the kicking and screaming, he leaned over and licked the blood up. When he reached her knee, he started back up her thigh and, reaching where the cut began, started to bite at the edges. The bites he took weren't friendly. They were harsh, with small clumps of flesh missing. More screaming came from her mouth. He sat up with another ugly frown on his face. With his free hand, he slapped her face. First to one side and then to the other.

"STOP YUR FUCKIN' CRYIN' BITCH," he shouted. His fun was being interrupted by a wailing whore as he saw her. And when she still didn't stop, he picked up the liquor bottle and swung it like a bat. The glass shattered into a million small and not so small shards of glass. Luckily he missed her head and hit the bed post above her. Getting really pissed now, he picked up a large shard of glass. He used it to leave a long cut starting at her forehead, down one cheek, skipping from her chin down to her chest through the bite wound, down the stomach and ending at her pubic hair.

The woman started screaming in earnest now. She knew she was going to die and didn't care at this point,. The quicker the better before he raped her.

The man was panting really hard now. Bloody spit left a trail at the corner of his mouth and on his ragged once white shirt. A wild look had entered his eyes. She wouldn't shut up so he could have his fun. He got a bat and, taking some rags that were once clothing, tied them around his wooden bat. He'd shut her up so he could cut her up.

After securing many pieces of cloth to the bat, he started hitting her. First in the legs, then the torso and the arms. He didn't hit her head cause he knew if he did, despite it being padded, it would kill her. The last woman he did that to died after only a few swings. And because she was dead before he could fuck her in a few days, he fucked her as she breathed her last death rattle. It felt good, but he wanted a live one this time and that meant no head shots. In one last act of brutality with the bat, he tried to jam the handle up her pussy. All that did was cause her to bleed. If there was one place he didn't like blood, it was there. Got in the way of the sweet, sweet taste of a woman. At last he got her to shut up.

The woman was floating in a painful haze. Her eyes were unfocused and she drifted off. After a few hours, she awoke to tremendous pain and oddly to some of her wounds cleaned and crudely bandaged. She turned her head carefully to the window. The sun was shining brightly and drops of water were dripping off something above the window. By the black frame, it looked to be a fire escape. She moved her arms and legs as if to get up, to get up and go towards freedom. But it wasn't to be. He wrists and ankles were still as secure as ever. Tears of fright, frustration and every other emotion leaked from her eyes. She sobbed as quietly as she could.

The man entered when he heard her start to cry. Getting frustrated with her constant crying, he got his bowl and scooped up more toilet water. Walking back into his captive's room, he poured it over her head and whacked her in the head with the bowl. It shattered and he slapped her for making him break his favorite bowl over her head.

He was really getting tired of her fast. Most of his captives would be begging him to stop and let them go. Not this one. All she fucking did was cry and piss and shit on herself. He couldn't get more liquor because he had spent the two hundred dollars in her wallet already on cocaine and heroine and another bottle of cheap ass whiskey. The coke had gone fast up is nose while she was out cold from the night before. The heroine was for her. But by the looks of things, she was going to wind up dead before then. He had found out, to his delight, that he liked his women riding high on heroine. He could do almost whatever he wanted to them while they rode that high. He always wished he saved some of his coke for when he was fucking them in the end, but it never happened. He always snorted it up before that happened and this time was no exception. He was on his last baggie of cocaine. He always bought the cheap shit so he could get a lot. This time he got a slightly more expensive grade and was only able to buy four.

When the crying stopped and she was out cold again, he decided that he was just going to kill her when she woke up again. She wasn't as fun and wanted to get rid of her as soon as possible. He got his favorite blade sharpened. After all, cutting a body up took a steady hand and a very sharp blade.


Again it was several hours whenbefore the woman woke up. She was even less coherent than when she fainted. She tried to look at the window. The afternoon sun shine was starting to wane into early evening. She had a feeling that this was the last time she would see the sun, at least on this earth. Tears trickled from eyes that rolled wildly in their sockets as they searched for that lone window. What they found instead was her captor. He was naked from head to toe as the day he had been born. A moan rose from a throat raw from screaming.

The man grinned widely. She was finally quiet. Well, as quiet as one gets when you're tied unwillingly to a bed. He might be able to have more fun gutting her now while he fucked her literally to death. While he kept his eyes on her, he reached behind him for a condom, just in case the police found a part of her. He doubted it, but he didn't want to take the chance. He wasn't as stupid as he looked. He passed the sixth grade after two tries and dropped out afterwards. He rubbed himself obscenely and licked his dry lips. He was going to have a ton of fun!

The woman whimpered as the man blocked her view of the window. She wanted to look one last time before she died. However, she was denied that as the man advanced on her. The first thing that hit her first was his scent. It was positively rank! Stale sweat, urnie and alcohol clung to him as well as the stench of rotten food from when he dumpster dived for his meals. She gagged on the smell. The next thing she could barely make out about the man was the dirt that clung to his body. She could make out lines of dark dirt where the sweat made the dirt roll down him and stopped when it dried. The other was the condom on his erect penis. She moaned and whimpered and vainly fought to be free of her bonds. Her wrists and ankles at this point were raw and bloody. She didn't care, she just wanted to be free of this man and this vile room. In her mind, she prayed silently for a quick and painless death. But she knew, as the man drew nearer, that it was not a possibility. The shine of a knife caught her eye as the dying sun winked off the blade. It was clean like it'd just come out of a showroom case. And from the wicked gleam in his eyes, it was sharp and ready just for her.

He noticed that she'd seen the knife and that made him ecstatic. It also excited him to no end. He rubbed himself again and groaned in ecstasy as he brought himself near the edge. However, he stopped before he fell over that edge. He wanted to save it for just the right moment. And this wasn't it. Placing the knife next to her waist, he leaned down to undo her ankle restraints and licked the blood from the wounds. The woman kicked and hit him in the face. He reared up with a roar of pain, then grabbed the knife and plunged it in the soft flesh of her already injured thigh. The blade struck bone and the tip broke off. She screamed in pain as he roared in it. She had broken his nose and blood gushed from it.

The bitch was dead now. He grabbed one of her breasts, violently twisted it and, with his sharp knife, cut off her nipple. He tossed it into one of the now dark corners of the room. More screams filled the room. He back handed her. This time, the swing was hard enough to knock a few teeth loose and cut her gums on said teeth. Blood dribbled out of the corner of her mouth and she started to cough. A tooth came loose from the violent movement. She managed somehow to keep from swallowing it and was able to spit it out. Instead of shooting across the room, it just tumbled to her chest. She cried piteously.

The man was still angry and rampaging as he looked for something to stop the bleeding. After a few minutes of searching with no luck, he came up to her, breath hissing violently through he black and rotted teeth. He held the knife in the standard stabbing position. Before he drove the blade into her belly, he shoved her legs apart, positioned himself between her thighs and shoved inside her body. The shock of the invasion tore a scream from her throat. He yelled and, with a violent withdrawal, he reared up and stabbed her in the abdomen. At the same time, he shoved himself back in. He twisted the knife and made a vertical cut down. The wound bled profusely and the woman screamed in agonizing pain. The whole time this was happening, he continued raping her. He had learned through practice how to multitask and he got pleasure both ways. One while gutting her and the other while raping her. His eyes rolled into the back of his head in extreme pleasure. It didn't take long for him to cum. As he did so, he threw the knife away and plunged his hand into the gaping wound. The woman thrashed and convulsed around him while he was still in her. He came again. A rare event.

Gradually, the woman stopped convulsing and, with one last sigh/rattling breath, she expired. Tears slowly leaked from the corners of now sightless eyes.

The man pulled himself out after the body started to cool a little. Now was the time to start "breaking her down to size".

After getting off the bed, he turned to another knife he owned. This one was larger and just as sharp as the one he'd just used to kill her. When he came back, he had a ragged blanket he used to drag the body to his moldy bathtub so the blood had someplace to drain. After all, he needed some place to sleep.

By the time he'd dragged her to the tubbathroom and dumped her in the moldy tub, he was sweating. Stopping for a while, he studied the woman he'd just raped and killed. She had been pretty before he beat the shit out of her. Pale, pale skin despite the hot weather, long dark hair straight as a ruler and eyes the color of a cat's. Her breasts had been topped by pale pink nipples. And she had been as tight as a virgin, but not. Just thinking about it got him hard and wanting her more, but she was dead and it was time to get rid of her. He stared at the body and continued to fantasize about her. He rubbed himself and licked his dry lips. Descion made, he propped her up and sodomized her. Still not quite finished, he turned her over and raped her twice more. Finally he was satisfied and started to cut her up.

He started with the easier joints. Elbows, knees, fingers, toes and ankles. He had to stop though and sharpen his knife again. Then he tackled her head and the legs at the hips. After taking her head, he gouged her eyes out and broke the remainder of her teeth out with a hammer. The eyes he planned to keep until they rotted and turned into balls of goo. After mutilating the body down to nothing but a torso, he decided to chop her breasts off and cut the torso in half.

It wasn't until late the next morning that he was done. Blood has spattered everywhere. He wasn't worried about it in the least. TheyIt would fade to match the other black spots decorating the wall and would turn black in time.

After resting a few hours, the man came back to his bathroom and collected the body parts. It was wood chipper day at the park. The maintance crew was out collecting broken and dried branches and chipping them down to mulch. After watching them for a while, he knew how to operate it and knew when the crew went on break. He had a small window of opportunty to get near the park undetected and throw the body through the chipper and get the hell out of there.

However, he was able to do that and more. And by the end of the week, he heard all about the woman who went missing and hadn't been since leaving her place of employment. He'd had to get rid of the eyes before then as roaches had found his treasure and munched on them. Oh well. There was always another one. There always was.

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Ending A/N:
Yes, this is a very dark and disturbing piece. Not at all what I had in mind when I said I'll have another short story for everyone to read. I just really felt compelled to write this. I had ( and still have ) a real rough time lately. Constant panic attacks will do that to somebody. So it gave birth to this piece.
I have no idea really if a body can be put through a wood chipper even cut up. This is a work of FICTION. As in, NOT REAL. This is for entertainment purposes and I hope you all enjoyed reading this. Believe it or not, I enjoyed writing this. It was a catharsis of sorts. A way to spill out some internal sewage. Why I choose this, I'll never really know. I hate rape. I can read someone else's work, but for some reason, I felt compelled to write about it myself.
Come back and see me again. And please when done reading, review and vote! I'd like to know what you thought!

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