The Manhattan Mangler (standard:horror, 2162 words)
Author: Demon Slayer	Added: Sep 24 2000	Views/Reads: 4177/2667	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
The story of a serial killer.....

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strip.  The man looked nervously at Harold, and Harold quickly grabbed 
the man's penis with his hand and  he slashed at the base of his cock 
with the knife.  The sharp knife sliced through the flesh like it was 
butter.  Harold heard the man scream.  He held the man's penis in his 
hand, and it was no longer attached to his body. 

Blood poured from where his penis used to be, and the man yelled in
agony.  If he wouldn't been so noisy, Harold would've just left him 
there to bleed to death, but all of the screaming would surely attract 
attention.  Harold put the 9mm to the man's temple and squeezed the 
trigger.  It basically blew the top half of the man's skull off.  The 
screaming stopped and Harold looked at the fluid and fragments 
splattered on the ground.  He tossed the severed penis into his back 
pack.  He drove the man's car back to the parking lot of the apartments 
and then he  walked home.  He quietly crawled into his bedroom window.  
He carefully washed the knife, and cleaned the gun.  He found an empty 
mayonaisse jar in the trash, and washed it.  He put the >severed penis 
inside and sealed the jar.  Kind of a trophy he thought.  Tomorrow he 
would find something, maybe formadahyde to preserve his new trophy. 

Harold laid down on his bed.  He wasn't restless anymore.  He slept very
soundly that night.  He didn't even dream.  Just nice, wonderful sleep. 
 The following morning, his mother was watching the news.  Harold sat 
on the couch beside her and watched >>>>as the new caster announced the 
top headline.  "This morning,  a body was found by the river, the 
announcer stated, it was a local foster parent.  "The police have no 
motive, but did lift partial prints from the man's car".  "The prints 
weren't good enough to identify a suspect" he concluded.  "I must get 
some gloves"  Harold thought to himself.  He ran to the department 
store, and purchased a couple of pairs of leather driving gloves.  He 
liked them, they were quite thin, and would be easy to maintain full 
use of your hands with, yet would stop finger prints. 

Harold walked towards his house.  He took the alley ways, because they
were short cuts.  He came upon a black man, passed out with a bottle of 
wine in his hand.  Harold reached for his knife, but realized that he 
hadn't brought it with him.  "Oh, well, I guess it's your lucky day, 
old man"  he thought to himself.  Harold ran towards his house.  Once 
inside, he put the gloves in his back pack.  "Now, it's complete" he 
thought as he looked at his knife, gun, ski mask, and gloves.  He was 
ready for tonight.  Yes, he was definitely ready for tonight.  Harold 
impatiently waited for darkness.  Finally as the sun began to go down, 
he grabbed his back pack, and climbed out his bedroom window.  He 
wandered aimlessy looking for a victim. 

He noticed the strip club and walked behind it.  He saw the big breasted
blonde as she was pleasuring a man in the alley.  He couldn't believe 
this was happening in the street.  Neither noticed Harold as he walked 
upon them.  Harold had the knife in his hand.  He slashed at the man, 
opening his throat deeply as the knife entered his neck.  The man fell 
forward.  The blonde screamed.  Harold put his hand across her mouth.  
He drug her down the alley.  Harold had noticed the old abandoned 
building many times, and had even went in once to see what was there.  
It was empty, except for the rats and some pigeons.  He pulled the 
blonde into the building.  She struggled against him. He tossed her to 
the floor.  He quickly ripped her top off.  Her breasts were quite 
large.  He could see the small scars from where her  implants had been 
added. 

He ripped her clothing from her, and quickly raped her.  .  He removed
the knife from his back pack.  Her eyes opened widely.  He could smell 
her fear.  He thrust the knife deeply into her abdomen.  She yelled.  
He continued thrusting the knife into her over and over.  She was now 
quiet and limp.  He looked at her large pink nipples.  He took the 
knife and cut each nipple off.  He tossed the pink nipples into his 
back pack.  He removed a bathtowel from his back pack, and wiped his 
cum from her body.  "I must buy condoms"  he thought to himself. 

On the way home, he stopped in a 24 hr drug store and purchased a box of
condoms.  He tossed them into his back pack.  "Now, it's really 
complete"  he thought to himself.  He had purchased a jar of 
formaldahyde earlier.  He quickly ran home.  He poured the liquid into 
the jar with the penis in it.  He put the lid on the jar.  He put the 
nipples in another jar, and poured the smelly liquid into it.  He 
looked at the two jars with his trophies in them.  He smiled. He went 
directly to his bathroom.  He cleaned his knife and washed it 
thoroughly.  He went back to his bedroom and laid down on his bed.  He 
fell asleep quickly. It seemed as if he had only been sleeping for a 
little while, when he was woke up by the ringing of the phone. It only 
rang a couple of times, so he figured his mother must've gotten it.  
She softly knocked on his bedroom door.  "Harold, honey, she said, 
Grandma's really sick, and I need to go take care of her".  "Mrs. 
Jackson said she would come and stay with you, so you can stay home". 
>>>"Ok, mom"  he replied.  "I'm packing now, and will be leaving soon." 
 Mrs. Jackson is on her way here, now"   she added.  "Ok, he replied, 
he opened his door and gave his mother a kiss.  "See you soon, mom"  he 
said.  "Ok, baby"  she replied.  Harold heard the doorbell ring, and 
knew that it must be Mrs. Jackson.  She was his mother's best friend.  
She was 46 yrs old, and had been widowed for over 2 years.  She was a 
good looking woman, and Harold couldn't figure out why she never 
remarried.  He had always had a secret crush on her.  She was a fantasy 
for Harold. 

He ran to the living room, sure enough, there stood Mrs.Jackson.  "Hi,
Mrs. Jackson"  Harold said.  "Well, hello there Harold, you are 
becoming quite a man, aren't you?" she said.  Harold blushed.  "I guess 
so."  he said.  His mother kissed him goodbye and he heard her start 
her car.  She quickly drove away.  "Well, what would you like to do 
today, Harold?"  Mrs. Jackson asked.  Harold knew what he would like to 
do, but he knew that wouldn't be possible.  Mrs. Jackson looked at the 
young man.  She felt herself become quite excited as she looked at his 
firm body.  "God, I wish I could have him"  she thought to her self.  
"I haven't made love in over 2 years"  she thought.  The 2 stared at 
each other for a few minutes, and both seemed extremely nervous.  
Harold quickly made the first move by announcing,  "Mmm, I have to go 
now". Harold quickly ran towards his room and quickly ran out the door 
with his back pack in his hand.  He was soon gone from sight.  He 
headed to a part of town, known to be frequented by the prostitutes.  
He shook with anticipation.  He hoped he could find someone soon.  He 
really needed to kill someone. 

>end of chapter 1 


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