Lunatic: Extreme Horror

Lunatic

Richard Porter

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Table of Contents

1 Molly: The Second Victim

2 Bertie: The Third Victim

3 Mr. Baxter: The Landlord

4 The Second Murder

5 Marianne: The Innocent

6 Marianne's Auntie The Scolding

7 Madam Bissau: The Psychic

8 Jonathan: Lady's Man, Lover, and Self-Mutilator

9 Flossy: The Beating

10 Scar-faced Joe: The Ex-Con

11 A Nightmarish Night

12 Chief Cook and Chief Baker: A Night at Precinct Headquarters

13 A Visit From the Police

14 Kidnapped!

15 Another Murder – From an Unexpected Source.

16 Revenge

17 Lunatic

Chapter 1

Molly:

The Second Victim

She was weak. Although she struggled and screamed, she could not break the grip he had on her arm. For the first time in his life, Jonathan Walker felt like he had power over another human being. It was a heady, exciting experience that he wanted to draw out forever if he could. The thrill of this moment was nearly overwhelming. He had planned this so well, but he did not really know what it would be like until now.

He pushed her against the wall of the dilapidated, deserted building that was destined to be razed for another renewal zone in London at the beginning of the 20th century. The new electric streetlights softly lit up her face. She was young and frightened. Her body was so small that from a distance, she looked like she might be eight, but upon closer inspection, the curves of her tiny frame convinced him that she might be 16 or 17.

She wore a skirt that ended above her knees – it almost looked like a swimming suit except that she did not wear tights beneath it. She had on many short petticoats, but they were designed to hold her indecent skirt out rather than help her gain modesty. Her blouse dipped down to show off plenty of cleavages that was partly covered by a mass of dark; tangled hair pulled forward to cascade down her shoulders. However, she was clean and seemed sober. That surprised him.

Please, Mister, she whimpered. I'm doing' no harm to nobody. I am just out to give a good time to anybody that wants it. Please, Mister, Do not kill me.?

Her voice was soft. Not loud and brassy like he expected.

Shut up, He ordered

Yes, Governor. Moreover, I have gotten a family. People who will be looking for me she added this piece of information hopefully, searching his face to see any sign that it made any difference.

It did. If he had felt any softness towards her at all, it disappeared in a rush of violent rage. He knew how she felt. He remembered all too well being tiny and helpless against a bigger human being. He, too, had sought to find words that might prevent the brutal blows that were about to rain down on him. Just like this whore, his words always seemed to have the opposite effect on the drunken adult who was assailing him. No matter how pathetically, or politely, or pleadingly he delivered his petition for forgiveness, he always managed to earn himself a harder beating than if he had just kept silent.

He tightened his grip on her thin forearm and shoved it above her head against the wall. Her breath was coming hard now, in apparent fear. "Please, Sir. I am a good girl. As good as I can be. I live with me Mum Please sir; do not kill me for 'God’s sake.

Please.... her appeal interrupted by a high-pitched scream nearby. He shoved his body against hers, still pinning her by her upraised arm with his left hand. He pressed his right hand hard against her mouth.

Do not make a sound or I will break your neck, he whispered urgently. Both of them had been so intent on each other that they had not noticed the carriage that had driven up out of the drizzle and fog and stopped within 100 feet of them. A well-dressed man had alighted and helped an apparently drunken older woman. As her feet hit the sidewalk, he had slapped her on the bottom, eliciting the scream that Jonathan and his captive had just heard.

There, Flossy, see if you can stagger home from here. I have gotten to be going now, or I'm in big trouble.

You think your new missus would be jealous to find out about old Flossy. The woman demanded with her hands on her hips. She would be thinking' me if she knew that it was I who taught you ever thing you knew about love."

You showed me nothing worth knowing, you old whore. Also, I will not have you in my carriage again unless you find your girl and bring her along. I can find better than you, Flossy.

Right, Mister Baxter. She thought she would strike out on 'her own for a while, but I will bring 'her back.

You may not Flossy. You may never find her.

Flossy, turned on him weaving slightly. And just what do you mean by that, Mister Baxter? She will come back. She always does. What do you mean, she will not come back.

Now Do not get excited, Flossy. I just meant you could not keep promising me your daughter when you have not gotten her. You might do well to look for a different uh assistant. Moreover, not that other old dried up drunk, you are always pulling with. I do not want her either.

Flossy looked at him for a while. From the constantly changing look on her face, it was obvious that several emotions were fighting for the upper hand. She finally decided that it was best to use caution on an old customer.

Well, ta till next time. Flossy turned to stagger down the street. She was singing, A twopence or a pound. It is all the same to me. I will do my best for you, sir. I'm the best, you will see.

She passed within feet of Jonathan and his victim. She was bent forward, singing her dirty and watching her dirty shoes slap on the pavement. Jonathan thought that with her long skirt and high-buttoned blouse, she was dressed more decently than his intended victim was, but something about her aroused more disgust and loathing. Her loud voice and drunken amble excited a hatred in him, but he was not about to let go of the girl he had after she had had such a good, up close view of his face.

Molly watched the woman walk by with intense interest as well. It was almost as if she had forgotten the man who was threatening her life. She quivered a little as her eyes tracked the path of the singing drunk. Her lips moved as though she wanted to say something, but she did not try to make a sound.

That is a good girl, Jonathan spoke to her quietly as he took his hand from her mouth. If you are good, you should last a long time.

You will not kill me then, your Lordship? the girl raised Jonathan's status to show respect.

No. I will take care of you. Jonathan sounded almost tender as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief wrapped in oiled leather. He opened the cover and held the hankie against her nose and mouth. Within seconds, her eyes rolled up in her head and the world turned black.

Jonathan held her beside him, trying to make it look like they were walking side by side, as he slowly waddled back to his house a two blocks away. When he finally gotten to his row house, he turned and pulled the girl up the two steps to the ground floor entrance. Further, down the street sitting on the corner curb, a man with two deep scars on his face watched him. Although it was late May, the weather was still uncomfortably cool, and the moisture in the air was too heavy to be described as a mist and now too light to be a drizzle. The man turned up his collar against the night chill but seemed to notice that he had no hat. Jonathan saw the man looking at him and hoped that he sounded like a customer bringing a drunken prostitute home. It was an ordinary scene in this neighborhood, but Jonathan was no ordinary-looking man.

The next morning, Jonathan went down to the basement to see his new guest. A moderate rain had started to fall. A heavy rain might have emptied the clouds and spent itself in a couple of hours; the light rain may have fizzled out from its own disinterest. Nevertheless, this moderate rain settled in and kept up the same pace for a two day. Although it fell steadily, it did not take enough away from its parent cloud to keep it from blocking the sun.

Jonathan had been a virtual prisoner in the same basement room most of his life up until two days ago when he had killed his mother and taken her place as the sovereign of the apartment. He had had no contact with people that were not of the victim/perpetrator kind. Therefore, it seemed normal to him that his new family member take his place just as he had made his mother.

A headache that had pounded since he had beaten his mother to death had cleared and what his last step-father had described as episodes had passed. He would definitely keep this new girl as a companion as long as she was nice to him.

Hello, Honeybee, I'm home, he called like his last Daddy used to do when he came back. He opened the door to his old room and found his girl sitting on the floor staring in horror at his mother's body.

This is me, Mum, he said in a friendly way like anyone would when introducing a family, member. "I killed her by accident a couple of days ago, and then did not know what to do with 'her. I will leave 'her down here as a company for you until I can bring ya someone else.

Please, Mister. Please let me go. I will do anything.

Oh no. You will get to like it here. You will get to like me. I will take care of you. What is your name?

Molly... My name is Molly. Maybe I can have something to eat?

I will find you something later. I do not eat much myself.

Indeed, Jonathan