Red Vengeance

Warning: This story is very graphic and contains explicit content. Please do not read if you cannot handle sexual content. On the other hand, if you're messed up in the head like me, here's my lovely story! ^_^

Prologue

The girl wouldn't stop screaming. Her voice cracked and she cried; she was obviously in pain. She had to be in pain... Devi had stabbed her at least three times. Now it was just a matter of time before she bled out and died.
"Sabi, I'm letting you do this one."
I snapped out of my watching-pain trance and looked up at Devi. "Are you sure?"
Devi nodded, then looked down at our terrified victim. "Don't worry, sweetie... Soon, the pain will go away."
It always made my skin crawl when Devi talked like that, but it was his job. I was the kidnapper, he was the sweet-talker. We were both rapists, but neither of us liked to be the killer. We always argued about who would do the killing; usually, we just took turns. This time it was Devi's turn.
"Sabi, go." Devi reminded me.
I nodded, then got up and yanked off the girl's panties under her skirt. The girl panicked and squirmed, and Devi held her down with her hands above her head.
"Oh, you're scared, aren't you?!" Devi laughed wickedly. "You should be happy! You're getting a good **** for what you've done wrong!"
The victim could do nothing but scream and cry. She was a high school girl, maybe 16 or 17 years old. She was supposedly best friends with a girl, but in reality, she was just using her friend. Our victim was using her friend for everything--- men, money, popularity, etc. Her friend was depressed; she knew she was just being used. Our victim intended to use her best friend until there was nothing left to use her for.
Two "best friends", one of them always suffering because of the other... Now it was the other one's turn to suffer.
I unfastened my pants and got my dick out; that was all I needed. Devi smiled wickedly once more. In the dim light, he looked insane. Or maybe he was insane.
"Sabi, show the ***** the pleasure that comes from the pain she has caused others!" Devi barked. He really was scaring me, but I was used to it by now.
I mean, we had already done this so many times before.
I pushed our victim's legs apart and up. She kicked at me, but my arms were stronger than her legs.
"Sshh, it's okay, sweetie," Devi's voice was so dark and sinister when he talked like that to our victims. "You're going to love Sabi's dick."
The girl still screamed and cried, and Devi lightly traced the contours of her body with the edge of his knife.
"Sabi, now."
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By the time I was done with her, she was already dead. Devi had stabbed her twice more while I was ****ing her. We dragged her body out the door of her house, then snuck it to a spot in the middle of the woods, and burnt it.
Like always, I wanted to puke at the scent of burning flesh.
The ashes and bones, we buried and covered with leaves. Like all the others, no one would ever know what happened to this girl. No one would ever know why people have been disappearing, or where they have been disappearing to. No one would ever know the deep, deep secret about me, Sabi Heart, and my best friend, Devi Ray.
We are the only ones who will ever know.

Your story sounds alot like the new story I am writing now called Rollin Nightmare. When it is done I will post it on this site aswell as my first. I look forword to reading more of your work. Good Luck, Mike Southard

Very nice, good to see I am not the only demented thought provocer out here.:hurray:

Thank you so much for your feedback! I'm glad you like it! :D

Chapter 1

A Chance Encounter

I kept my eyes on the road as the wheels of my black Suburban rolled smoothly on the freeway. Devi was int he passenger seat with his feet up on the dashboard and his seat leaned all the way back. I wished I could just lounge like that but it was my turn to drive. The ride was quiet, but peaceful.

"How much longer?" Devi asked, picking his nails with a pocket knife. Seeing him in the corner of my eye, I remembered just the week before when he had used that same knife to stab that lovely girl we had reaped vengeance on.

I glanced at some of the road signs. "Just about 10 more miles. Think you can control your bloodlust until then?"

Devi snickered. "Bloodlust, huh?"

We had been on the read for at least an hour already. I had met a girl online whose boyfriend had broke her heart by cheating and lying to her. Devi and I were on our way to "meet" this boyfriend of hers. I didn't know the girl personally, or very well at all, but I didn't like what her boyfriend had done to her, and neither did Devi. I stalked her Internet page, then I stalked her boyfriend's Internet page, where I found his work information and his home address, not to mention a profile picture to go by. When Devi and I needed a new victim, the best place to look is the Internet chat rooms and forums. People post their problems and troubles, telling the Internet world how others have wronged them.

Devi and I cared about peoples' troubles. That's why we took care of them.

"So..." Devi started. "You got a plan for what we're going to do to this guy?"

I thought for a moment, still keeping my eyes on the road. I hadn't really thought this through, but then again, I never do. "Just the usual, I guess."

Devi smiled. "So, then you'll bust in his house?"

Then I smiled. "I always do."

Devi sat up and stretched, putting his feet back in the floor. He let out a great yawn and rubbed his eyes. "Man... we took too long with that girl last week. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're starting to like this."

I chuckled. "You're the one who took your good, sweet time killing her. Maybe you enjoy causing pain."

Devi laughed. "I really don't... But it's got to be done. This time it's your turn to kill."

I simply nodded; I was responsible enough to keep track of whose turn it was.

Once we finally arrived at Molly City, we checked into our hotel room where we had reservations, then headed out to find our victim. On the sidewalk of Main Street at night, Devi and I marveled at the sights. The city at night was truly beautiful. Much more beautiful than the small town we came from, anyway. I had only been to Molly City once before, but I knew exactly where we needed to go and how to get there.

Online maps were always a big help to finding our victims.

"Sabi, look," Devi said, and pointed at a sign a little ways ahead.

I looked, and saw that he was gesturing towards a sign for a coffee shop. Not just any coffee shop, however. This was the coffee shop where Devi and I had first met, the Late-Night Fuel. Yes, the one time before when I had been to Molly City was when I met Devi.

We had both traveled to Molly City to kill the same person, a guy who tried to drug his wife. Devi and I just happened to stop by the Late-Night Fuel at the same time, and we got to talking. Devi had seen me and liked what he saw. I had to tell him that I didn't swing that way, but he and I still became good friends. We had a lot in common, pretty much the same background. Both of us were given girl names when we were born because our mothers wanted daughters, not sons. My mom wanted a little girl named Sabrina, and Devi's mom wanted a girl named Deborah. But of course, people don't always get what they want. Devi and I were born, and our mothers got sons instead of daughters.

They didn't like it.

My mother kept the name Sabrina for me, and naturally, I was picked on as a child. Not only was my name Sabrina, but my mother always treated me like a girl, always buying me girl clothes and Barbie dolls. My childhood wasn't the best... if I had any boyish tendencies, my mother would beat me senseless. My grandmother felt sorry for me, and she loved me very much. She would buy me boy clothes and toys. Of course, Mother would throw them out before I got to wear or play with them, but at least Grandmother knew that I needed the proper things to grow up a healthy boy.

I think I turned out alright.

Anyway, Devi grew up the same way. It's almost like he and I are the same person... We both hae the same backsstory, and we share the same interests. Both of us changed our names after we graduated high school. I was no longer Sabrina, and he was no longer Deborah; we became Sabi and Devi. It was four years after graduating that we met at the Late-Night Fuel, and discussed our life intentions.

Those intentions are to rape and kill those who deliberately hurt others. Just like that girl last week, and just like the man we were seeking out now.

I smiled at Devi. "Want to stop by there, for old time's sake?"

Devi nodded. I could tell he was excited, though I didn't know if it was about the coffee shop or about our plans for our upcoming victim.

We entered the coffee shop casually. The man behind the counter was the same as the last time we were there. He was a tall, good-looking guy who always seemed interested in other peoples' conversations. I was somewhat worried that he had listened in on me and Devi's conversation the first time we were in. But we never got caught, so he must have thought nothing of it. Devi and I took a seat at the table furthest away from the counter.

"Are we getting coffee?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'll buy." Devi said, standing back up. Yes, he was definitely excited. "What kind of coffee do you want?"

"Mango chocolate."

"You're so weird." Devi grinned, then headed to the counter. He's not the only one who ever though my taste in flavors was odd.

I spaced out for a few minutes, then realized that Devi hadn't returned. I looked around; he was still at the counter with our coffees, talking to the man working behind the counter. All I could do was wonder what they could possibly be talking about. When Devi finally returned, he was smilling as he handed my coffee to me.

"What happened?" I asked.

Devi sat down and sipped his coffee. "The guy behind the counter... his name is McAllister."

I raised one eyebrow. "Oh? Let me guess, you got his number?"

"That I did." He sipped his coffee again. "But not for the reason you think."

I smiled and waited for him to continue.

"He knows about us."

All of a sudden, I felt panic rise up inside me. I knew it. I knew he had listened to me and Devi's conversation that day. We were going to have to do something about it... This McAllister guy was going to have to be eliminated. Apparently, Devi could see the panic in my face.

"Calm down, Sabi," he said. "He's just like us."

I stared at him. "Just like us?"

Devi nodded. "He owns this coffee shop. After hours, glorious things happen in his back room."

"So... He remembers us from so long ago?" I was somewhat surprised.

"He says he does. He eavesdropped on our whole conversation when we met."

I glanced back over at McAllister. He was eyeing us from across the counter.

"So, what's his deal?" I asked.

Devi looked even more excited than before. "What do you think of him helping us with our work?"

My smile turned into a frown. "Devi... how do you know he's not trying to trick us so he can turn us in?"

"Sabi, I can tell. When talking to him, it's like I can feel his thoughts of murder... his thoughts of justice."

I trusted Devi's judgement; I knew he knew what he was doing.

"McAllister likes to kill. He loves to cut through flesh, and he loves the feeling of blood on his hands." Devi said.

I looked back over at McAllister, who seemed to already know what we were talking about. I looked back at Devi questioningly.

"He can hear us." Devi said.

"How? We're on the other side of the shop. How can he hear us?"

Devi smiled, almost deviously. That was the reason I liked his shortened name; it was appropriate. Devi was always devious.

"He has some kind of weird power, Sabi... something that can help us find victims. We won't have to look online anymore."

I raised one eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

"He can hear anything." He saw the confused expression on my face. "He has a weird super-hearing power, man... I don't know how to explain it. But we can put his power to good use."

"A weird super-hearing power? Devi, that's ridiculous."

"I knew you would say that," Devi said, sipping his coffee. "But he can hear us right now, if you can't tell. Isn't that proof enough?"

I looked around; McAllister was the only one that seemed to hear us talking. Everyone else in the shop were minding their own business, but McAllister was grinning directly at us. I looked back to Devi.

"I suppose so... How will it help victims, though?"

"He can listen to peoples' conversations, and find out who's been ****ing with people. Sabi... the three of us working together, we could get justice on so many wrong-doers."

"How do you know we can trust him?"

Devi seemed to know what he was talking about, but it just all seemed too good to be true. Just coming across another guy who reaps justice on wrong-doers the same way we do? It just seemed unlikely. This McAllister guy could easily be a cop undercover, or even just a guy who's ready to turn us in. I was sure Devi had already thought of all this; he still seemed so confident.

"We just can, man... I know it." he said. I took a long glance at him, then I nodded.

Devi stood up and looked down at me, waiting for me to follow suit. I did, and he led me to the counter, to McAllister. For some reason, I felt nervous.

"McAllister," Devi said, casually leaning on the counter and looking very proud of himself. "We want you to work with us."

Chapter 2

Goodbye, Kevin

Devi and I stayed at the Fuel for several hours, waiting for it to close. Devi wanted McAllister to assist us in dealing with our upcoming victim. Devi and I decided that McAllister would do the killing for us, because he liked to kill. That made things easier for us, since neither of us enjoyed the killing part.

The coffee shop closed at 11 PM, when Devi and I were well tired. McAllister, who still seemed to be wide awake, went and locked the front door of the shop, then turned to face us.

"You guys ready?" he said with an evil grin.

McAllister made me feel uneasy, like he was a mad man or something. I always thought maybe Devi was a little loose in the haed, and McAllister. I didn't know if I could deal with two nut jobs.

Devi nodded. "Let's go find the guy."

"What is your victim's name?" McAllister asked. Devi looked at me; I was the one who had done all the research.

"Kevin Foxx." I said.

McAllister chuckled. "I know that man."

"Oh, really?" Devi raised his eyebrows. "So then, you can help us find him?"

McAllister nodded. "I know exactly where he lives. I used to live just next door to him, we were neighbors."

"Yes!" Devi was so excited. "Then let's go get revenge on him for the pain he caused that girl!"

McAllister laughed and led us to the back door, where we exited the coffee shop. Then we were on the sidewalk, heading to the home of Kevin Foxx. On the way to our destination, Devi asked McAllister an interesting question.

"So, McAllister... what is your favorite style of killing?" that crazy look was beginning to show in my best friend's eyes. "Huh? Come on, tell me."

McAllister thought for a moment. "I usually like to watch them bleed out."

I hated for people to die slowly. Hell, I hated for people to die. But if it must be done, I'd rather it be done quickly.

"Think about it: screaming, screaming, screaming, then it slowly fades out, slows down and gets weaker. Then it's just silence, and there's blood all over the floor." McAllister laughed a bit. "It's... beautiful."

"Ha! Oh, so you're a slow killer?" Devi really was interested, I could tell.

"I like to watch pain. It's absolutely thrilling. I believe it's an art."

"I have to agree with you." Devi said. "Do you have a killing plan for this victim?"

"You rape, right?" McAllister asked. Devi nodded. "I will strangle the victim while you rape him, it's as simple as that. That way, right as you finish your rape, he will die with my hands tight around his throat."

Then, Devi was laughing, more than he should have been. "That sounds magnificent."

Yeah, he's insane.

Finally, we arrived at our destination. The doors of Kevin Foxx's house were locked, and all of the lights were off. We were going to have to break and enter.

"Sabi, this is your job." Devi reminded me. I was the strong one, so I was always stuck with the tasks that required balls.

I looked around and found a brick beside the wall of the house, then backed up a bit and chunked it through the window, busting the glass. The three of us quickly climbed through the window. As soon as we were all three inside, we heard a voice boom through the house.

"Who's there?!" A man burst out of a room, his bedroom, with a pocket knife; we had awakened Kevin. Like always, I had to move quickly.

I ran at him and tackled him to the floor, with great force. Kevin Foxx shouted out and I felt his knife delve into the flesh of my belly, into my stomach, but it didn't phase me. I yanked his knife out of ,e and held it to his throat. I heard McAllister start laughing, as if he was enjoying this all a little too much. Devi joined me in holding down the victim. I looked at him, just waiting for him to start saying things that freaked me out to no end.

"Listen to me, Mr. Kevin Foxx," he said. "You've ****ed up big time."

"What the ****?! Get the **** off me!!" Kevin was squirming, and screaming like a *****. "What the hell do you want?!"

"Your poor, sweet girlfriend..." Devi's voice was scaring me again, as he caressed Kevin's angry, yet frightened face.

Kevin's eyes widened. "You stay the **** away from her!!"

Devi laughed wickedly. "Aw, Sabi, he thinks we want to hurt his little girlfriend!"

"I would love to hurt his girlfriend." McAllister spoke up. "Girls in pain are the best." Kevin was panicking.

"We're not going to hurt your girlfriend, Foxx... You've already done that enough as it is." Devi said.

Kevin was freaking out big time. "I didn't mean to hurt her! I've learned my lesson!"

Devi yanked Kevin's shirt open, popping off the buttons. "It's too late for that, you filthy bastard!"

"What the **** are you doing?!" Kevin shouted.

I looked at McAllister. "McAllister... come do your sick deeds."

McAllister gladly knelt down and took the knife from me. He looked absolutely thrilled to be doing this. He lightly dragged the toothed blade down Kevin's body, just dying to break the skin.

"I'll wait until you're done playing with him to do my work," McAllister said. "It seems to be more entertaining that way."

I nodded and looked at Devi. "Devi, I did the last one. This one is yours."

Devi grinned. "Aww, Sabi, you're so sweet."

I locked Kevin's arms in mine so he couldn't move, and Devi started taking Kevin's pants off. Kevin, of ccourse, kicked and shouted obscenities and cursed. I knew Devi was going to enjoy this; it had been a while since we had a male victim. Devi got Kevin's pants removed, then yanked his boxers off.

"Get off of me, you ****ing freak!!" Kevin yelled.

Devi did this creep, blood-curdling giggle and started playing with Kevin's dick.

"You ****ing fag! Get the **** away from me!!"

Devi was really into this one. He kept messing with Kevin's dick and fondling his balls, making him unwillingly hard. Of course Devi was excited about this, he loved getting male victims. Kevin did not like the attention he was getting from Devi.

"I'm not gay, ****ing queer!!" he shouted.

Devi continued to play with Kevin's junk, then began to pull out his own.

"This will be good for you," Devi teased. "It'll make the rest of your life worthwhile."

I don't know that Kevin found it worthwhile like Devi said. Devi ****ed him hard in the ***, while McAllister had his hands tight around Kevin's throat. Kevin was trying to scream, but McAllister's grip on his esophagus was vigorous; McAllister was obviously having tons of fun with this. I sat there holding Kevin's arms down, just watching the pain in his face as it slowly turned purple. Finally, just as Devi had his orgasm and finished his noble deed, Kevin was dead.

Chapter 3

Questionable Intentions

"Why do you always do that?"

I slowly looked up at Devi, who had one eyebrow raised. I was pinching my nose, trying to avoid the scent of Kevin's body burning. Burning flesh was just so sickening to me.

"Sabi, how can you seriously not like that smell?" Devi said, taking in a whiff of air. "It's the smell of justice... It means another wrong-doer has been eliminated. It makes me feel a sense of satisfaction!"

I didn't answer him, I had no idea what to say. I knew what he was saying had to be right, but something about it just seemed off. McAllister was laughing at the fire, as if it was doing something hilarious. If Devi wasn't crazy, McAllister surely was. I glanced over at McAllister and just watched him laugh.

Finally, after the flames had died down, the three of us returned to the city, leaving the ashes and bones of Kevin Foxx deep underground in the middle of nowhere, as we did with most of our victims. Before Devi and I departed from McAllister, we stopped to say some final words.

"Well, McAllister, I'm glad we trusted you," Devi said, putting a hand on McAllister's shoulder. I just nodded.

I was glad we found someone trustworthy, but that didn't make the bad feeling in the pit of my stomach go away.

McAllister smiled; his smile was so creepy. "I hope I can kill with you again."

"Of course!" Devi chuckled. "We can call each other up whenever we have new victims."

After that, I spaced out. I was happy that we were getting revenge for people, and that justice was being served. However, I had the strangest feeling in my gut that something was wrong. Not just in my gut, but in my heart as well. What was I doing? Was our interpretation of justice correct?

When Devi and I were finally alone again, Devi looked at me and must have noticed I was in deep thought.

"Hey, man... you okay?"

I snapped out of my trance and looked at my friend. The street lights were shining through the car windows onto his face, making his eyes look dark. He was driving; we had dropped McAllister at his apartment. I smiled at Devi.

"I feel great."

Devi seemed satisfied with my answer. "Me too. That guy really deserved what we did to him."

I just smiled and nodded.

Hours later, we were back in our own hometown. We went straight home, to the apartment he and I shared. I was too tired to say much the entire way home, so it was pretty much a silent trip. When we got into our apartment, I went straight to bed without saying much to Devi at all.

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Things were okay for several months. Devi and I would avenge people, no one would find out, and so on. I didn't make any new friends, Devi didn't either. McAllister kept in touch with us, though Devi was usually the one who did the communicating with him. Devi and I only spoke to each other and McAllister; almost like our little group and what we were doing was all we cared about. I knew for a fact it was all Devi and McAllister cared about. But even so, things were different from when they first started out. I felt like our original intentions had faded away, like it didn't matter anymore.

In the beginning, we only raped and killed those who truly deserved it. As time went on, our standards got broader and broader. It felt like were just killing more and more people, whether they really deserved to die or not. I liked the idea of reaping vengeance on all the wrong-doers, but was it right to rape and kill them? I just didn't know anymore. I used to think we were doing the right thing, but now, Devi and McAllister seemed to be getting too into it. I was now fully convinced they were both insane.

Or maybe I was insane. Either way, it didn't seem right anymore. However, I continued to go along with it, just waiting for the day that we got caught and thrown in prison, only to be later put on death row.