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Rachel tearfully looked down at her victim and realized a sympathy for him that she might never again feel for Rita, her accomplice. Rachel thought of Jossette. “My niece, my beloved niece. I love you and yet I do this cruelty to the love of your life. Victor, I am sorry.” Rachel shook her head and stared a look of contempt and damnation at Rita. “This deed I do this day I know will be my undoing. What power is it that you have that I feel commanded to do this even as I already regret this.” As she continued to stare angrily at Rita, Rachel slammed the boot closed. “For this insanity, this murder you have plotted, for this that you have made me your accomplice, your weapon, I will hate you. I personally will feed you to the alligators.”
Hearthville Serial 3
What Happened To Victor:
A Paranormal Suspense Gangster Horror
By Charles Peters
Copyright 2019
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Chapter 2
The past … 2015
Victor felt himself being tossed into the boot of a car. Rita threw his clothes and shoes on top of his lap, groin, area. He managed to open his eyes and realized they were putting him in his own car. He solemnly fixed his helpless eyes to stare into the eyes of Rachel and she stared back as if to see into his very soul. Then she looked at Rita and the devilish grin on Rita’s face.
Rachel looked up toward the blue sky and imagined high above her the golden gates to heaven itself. She imagined Saint Peter looking down at her and putting rusted chained padlocks around the glowing gold bars to lock the gates from her. She said, “We should not do this.”
Rita’s eyes widened. The white of her eyes became large with the words and the pitiful, regretful sound of Rachel’s voice revealing her lack of resolve. Rachel stared into Rita’s scary eyes and for a moment felt woke from that which had led her to this moment. “We have been bewitched.”
“Bewitched. Hell.” In a threatening voice Rita said, “Maybe you would like to crawl into the boot of the car with Victor.”
Feeling a sickness in the pit of her stomach as she realized the insanity of the path on which Rita had led her, Rachel reached down deep into the depths of her soul for a strength to sound a bluster in her voice. “Maybe you would like for my husband to put your sorry ass in a south Georgia swamp filled with alligators. Do not forget who I am. Do not forget who my husband is.”
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Rita smiled. “If it is within you to kill me–and I pray it is–then it is within you to kill Victor.” Rita argued, “Victor is evil. You can see it in his eyes. He turned Mark into a homosexual. Victor is like a Vampire commanding his bite victim to submit to his will, to hunger for that huge cock of his. And still Victor fancied it would be nice to fuck Jossette with that big cock. We need to do the world this favor. We need to rid this world of Victor Duddley.”
Rachel tearfully looked down at her victim and realized a sympathy for him that she might never again feel for Rita, her accomplice. Rachel thought of Jossette. “My niece, my beloved niece. I love you and yet I do this cruelty to the love of your life. Victor, I am sorry.” Rachel shook her head and stared a look of contempt and damnation at Rita. “This deed I do this day I know will be my undoing. What power is it that you have that I feel commanded to do this even as I already regret this.” As she continued to stare angrily at Rita, Rachel slammed the boot closed. “For this insanity, this murder you have plotted, for this that you have made me your accomplice, your weapon, I will hate you. I personally will feed you to the alligators.”
Rita laughed. “No alligator is going to eat me for my vagina is too bitter in its frigidity. No alligator is going to eat me for my heart is too cold and the alligator should want the warmth of the sun. No bitch. No alligator is going to want to eat me any more than there is any man who should want to love me. Now this is going to be our plan. We are going to drive Victor to Dick’s Junkyard. Such a fitting name to be Victor’s last resting place. There is a section where no one ever goes for parts or anything. There, the discarded vehicles are all rusted out. Some of the vehicles have a jungle growing through the broken windows and open doors. No one will find Victor there.”
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“I guess I have no choice now. Your witchery is too strong and my will is too weak”
Rita got under the steering wheel of Victor’s car. She cranked the car as Rachel stood at the passenger door. Rachel sniffed back tears as her shaking hand opened the door. She crawled into Victor’s car and smelled the scent of the balsam pine that he used as an air freshener. “The smell of his car makes me think of Christmas.”
“I know. I hate that. And one of his favorite songs is ‘Amazing Grace’ sung by Judy Collins. That in itself is enough to make me want to kill him. Imagine hearing that shit when you are on a date and wanting to think naughty thoughts.”
“I love the sound of Judy Collins’ voice.”
“Do you want me to hate you?”
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Rita drove them to a narrow dirt road that was rough from rains. Sections of the road stood high above a deep, abandoned rock quarry. Rita stopped the car. She opened a gate to a path that barely would qualify as even a driveway. She got back in Victor’s car and bouncing, drove the car to the section of the junkyard that she had told Rachel about. She drove Victor to where a rusted out Lincoln Town Car Limousine had been dumped years previously. The top of the car was smashed down with the windows crushed. The front of the car had deep dents. But the boot was still intact.
Rita said, “We are going to move him from the boot of his car to the boot of that limousine and lock him there.”
Rachel asked, “And how pray tell do you plan to open the boot and then lock the boot.”
Rita opened her brown pocketbook and she pulled out some locksmith tools. With very little trouble she popped the boot of the car open. Neither Rita nor Rachel saw the shadowy figure of a ghost lurking off to the side of a wrecked semi and trailer. The shadowy ghost, Willy Doomis, hid behind some bushes and held a sword in one hand and a pistol in the other. He wondered to himself, “What are those two up to this day, soon to be night.” Willy knew Rachel Ogleby Ramsey. He knew Rita Angster, the daughter of Rosanne Angster and Judah Zacahry Angster. He figured from their auras that they were up to no good.
Willy sensed another ghost about but he could not see the ghost. At first he was not sure who the ghost might be but then he figured he knew. “Oh my God.”
Rita took a key and inserted it into the boot of Victor’s car.
Rachel said, “If he is conscious he is going to fight us. He might get away for real.”
“I can handle Victor. He is not so tough.” Rita opened the boot. She saw Victor’s eyes were closed. “He is unconscious. Perhaps dead. Help me move him.”
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Willy Doomis watched. “A body? This is not good.” Willy screamed into the ether, “If you are dead, where are you. Show yourself to me.” No one appeared to Willy. He did not see the ghost of Victor and he did not see the other ghost.
Rita and Rachel moved Victor from the boot of his car to the boot of the wrecked limousine. Rita locked the boot. She and Rachel got into Victor’s car and quickly drove off.
The ghost of Willy Doomis walked to the boot of the car. He stuck his ghostly head through the boot and looked at Victor. “You aren’t dead. Not yet.” Willy crawled into the boot with Victor. He hugged on Victor. “You know, being a ghost isn’t so bad. When you join me on this side, we will have some fun.”