Arthur

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Today was the day. After months and months of extensive planning today was the d ay he was going to go through with it. No longer would he be the strange child f rom down the street. No longer would he be the kid everyone got along with but s ecretly hated. No longer would he be the one doing everything he could to try and impress his s o called friends only to be ignored. A year early he was diagnosed with schizoph renia he knew he didn t have the mental disease but he also knew that no one would ever believe what was really going on. As Buster cleaned up the bloody remains of what once was his closest friend s fami ly he carefully thought out who he was going to slaughter next but that would have to come later as D.W. was still chained to a chair in the kitchen facing the de capitated body of her loved mother. 6 pieces: 2 arms, 2 legs, her torso, and her head lay in a pile in the middle of the floor. D.W. still couldn t believe this was happening. Buster always seemed so happy so care free. Never did she think he was capable of such a monstrosity. Upstairs Buster was in the bathroom disposing of Mr. Read in the bathtub dumping a mixture of lye and other chemicals to dissolve the body a s quickly as possible. Buster s strength wouldn t allow him to remove the metal stake lodged in Mr. Read s sk ull. This was an inconvenience that would require him to return a few days later after the chemicals had fully dissolved the flesh. He wiped away the beads of s weat that had formed above his brow and headed downstairs toward the kitchen. W.D. panicked as she heard Busters footsteps coming closer. Her screams and crie s for help were muffled by a mouth full of flesh carved from her mother as well as duct tape covering her lips. Arthur lay on the floor beside her with his spin al cord severed. Attached to his nose and mouth was a CPAP mask and tubing hooked up to a tank of Helium he had bought from a local party store. Buster made sure to turn the val ve on high to ensure Arthur s would painfully suffer barotrauma before he died. Buster grabbed a trash bag from beneath the sink and began placing Mrs. Reads bo dy parts into it leaving only her head behind. He then dragged the mutilated corpse into the garage. Pal, unsure of what was go ing on, rushed up to Buster in the excitement of seeing a familiar face. Buster, the twisted fuck that he was, reached into the trash bag covering his fingers i n blood and held them out to his former best friend s beloved pet dog. Pal wagged his tail in enjoyment as he licked the remains of his previous owner off Busters fingers. He decided to grab a hacksaw, cut up Mrs. Read s body into smaller parts, and fed them to Pal when suddenly an idea struck in his head. He put the body parts back in the back and dragged it once more to the kitchen. He stared into W.D. s eyes as he removed the duct tape. Swallow he said as he put hi s hand to her mouth. Tears ran down her cheek as she refused to swallow the rema ins of her mother. This angered Buster as he also grew impatient. Swallow he said this time with much more force as he used the other hand to cover her nostrils. Tears continued to flow as her face turned red from lack of oxygen. W.D. had no other choice but to consume the remains of the women she had loved since birth. How did that taste? Buster chided. She cried even harder as she noticed Arthur cou ghing up blood beside her. He abruptly stopped breathing a few seconds later. Buster quickly covered her mouth with another piece of duct tape. He dumped out the remaining body parts onto the kitchen table and calculated how long it would take to strip them of flesh.

Grabbing a funnel and a kitchen knife he made a small incision in the duct tape that covered W.D.s mouth before stuffing the funnel tube down her throat. Taking Mrs. Read s arm he squeezed until blood dripped from the open wounds into t he mouth of the funnel. Buster continued until no more blood remained in the severed arm. He removed the funnel from her throat only to let her breathe. Placing the arm on the table with the rest of the body parts he began skinning t he flesh off of it. He turned to check on W.D. but something was wrong her eyes ha d grown cold. He ran over to her only to find she had bitten through her tongue and drowned in her own blood. Buster was furious and began stabbing the lifeless body of his b est friend s sister until he had no more energy to do so. He needed a plan and he needed one fast. He unchained W.D.s body and laid her on the blood soaked floor. Taking the knife he cut open her chest exposing her ribcage. With all the strength he could must er he pulled it out separating it from her spinal cord. Buster ran to Arthur s room and grabbed a trunk filled with mementos photos of the two friends together. He emptied it out onto the floor before dragging it back to the kitchen. Buster then ripped out W.D.s organs, cut off her head, and placed them into the trunk. He did the same with the other 3 bodies in the house. He looked outside and hadn t realized how late it had gotten. His mother was up wo rrying about him no doubt but he had no time to think about that now. He grabbed the trunk full of organs and severed heads as he headed toward the fr ont door. The heads he would keep but the organs the organs he had other plans for . It took Buster a full 2 hours to drag the trunk to his school but of course most of that time was spent burying the heads in his backyard he would need to find a better hiding spot once he was finished. By the time he had reached the school it was about 1:30 AM. He tried the front door but it was locked along with the back and side doors. Af ter about 20 minutes of searching around he finally found a window someone had f orgotten to lock. When Buster finally reached the lunchroom he immediately dragged the organ fille d trunk to the food supply. He then emptied out the organs into a batter of soup the school lunch lady had p reviously prepared for the kids tomorrow. With his work finished he returned hom e after disposing of the bloody trunk in the local dump. He took a shower to was h the dried blood off his skin and went to bed but was so excited for tomorrow i t took him forever to get to sleep. Buster awoke before his alarm clock even went off. He got dressed, raced to scho ol, and was the first one to class. The other children slowly filled the empty seats in the room one by one Arthur was

the only one missing but none of the other kids thought anything of it. Lunch time finally arrived and Buster waited and watched behind a group of stack ed chairs in the corner of the room. Watching the other children feast upon the Read family s organs alone was enough t o give him an orgasm. He couldn t contain himself. He whipped out his genitals and began masturbating furiously. After he was finished Buster cleaned up his pants and went to enjoy some of the food himself. After school Buster began walking home but was stopped short by none other than Mr. Ratburn. Hey Buster I d like to talk to you about the test you took a week ago e said. Buster knew it wasn t true but followed him anyway. Mr. Ratburn pulled him into th e soccer field and began his usual sodomy while at the same time beating the bac k of Busters head with his fist. This went one for what seemed like hours. Meet me here the same time next week, y ou little cunt yelled Mr. Ratburn as he pulled out. Buster lay in the field with his pants down and his face in the dirt as he devis ed another plan in his head. This plan would need some time but it would be wort h it. That night he limped to a nearby farm and snuck into the barn. There were several horses to choose from but he wanted the one in the very back th e magnificent one that stood so graceful. He climbed into the pin and began stro king the horse s genitals the horse seemed to enjoy this and so did he. While the ho rse s erection was at its maximum Buster grabbed a pair of hedge trimmers from his back pack and chopped the penis at the base. The horse flailed around violently in pain as Buster ran for his life. He went h ome and immediately sowed the base of the penis together to keep it in its erect state before placing it in the back of his freezer. Over the course of the next few days Buster gathered materials from around town that included a blow torch, a surgeon s scalpel, and barbed wire. The day he was r eady to go through with his plan he placed the items in his backpack and headed to school. He knew Mr. Ratburn would be waiting for him after school got out. When the cloc k struck 3:30 he headed outside towards the empty soccer field. Mr. Ratburn was already in his usual spot. Let s get this over with Buster said. As Mr. Ratburn walk ed toward him Buster slipped his hand into his pocket gripping the surgeon s scalp el. As soon as he decided the time was right Buster sliced open a hole in Mr. Ratbur n s stomach. Mr. Ratburn fell to the ground as his large intestine spilled out ont o the grass. He then sliced both his ankles and stabbed holes through both his k neecaps followed by Buster binding his arms with the barbed wire he had acquired . Mr. Ratburn could only shutter in fear as Buster grabbed a fully erect severed h orse penis from his backpack. Pulling down Mr. Ratburn s pants he slowly inserted the penis into his anal passag e. It must have been over 3 feet long and went in so well Buster didn t even need the bottle of lube he brought. Buster pushed until the base of the horse penis was no longer visible. To both B usters and Mr. Ratburn s surprise the head of the penis had exited through the ope h

n wound in Mr. Ratburn s stomach. This is something Buster hadn t planned on but onl y laughed as he took out the blow torch he had previously collected. He pushed t he head of the torch into Mr. Ratburn s mouth and turned it on. Oh how Buster loved the look of despair his violator gave him as the torch burne d his tongue until it was shriveled to a crisp. He was far from finished as he g rabbed Mr. Ratburn s testicles and lightly squeezed them in his hand. He slowly ti ghtened his grip until he could feel them burst in his hands. He then once again grabbed his scalpel and made an incision in the scrotum. He r emoved the testicles and placed them in his mouth moving them around with his to ngue in front of Mr. Ratburn. After chewing them he swallowed leaving Mr. Ratbur n in complete horror. Buster then used the scalpel to remove Mr. Ratburn s nipples before placing them o ver his own nipples. He was in absolute ecstasy as he sowed Mr. Ratburn s nipples to his own. Laughing maniacally Buster took the more of the barbed wire and wrapped in aroun d Mr. Ratburn s throat before twisting the head around violently until it snapped off. After keeping the head he left the body to decay in the sun. Buster pushed until the base of the horse penis was no longer visible. To both B usters and Mr. Ratburn s surprise the head of the penis had exited through the ope n wound in Mr. Ratburn s stomach. This is something Buster hadn t planned on but onl y laughed as he took out the blow torch he had previously collected. He pushed t he head of the torch into Mr. Ratburn s mouth and turned it on. Oh how Buster loved the look of despair his violator gave him as the torch burne d his tongue until it was shriveled to a crisp. He was far from finished as he g rabbed Mr. Ratburn s testicles and lightly squeezed them in his hand. He slowly ti ghtened his grip until he could feel them burst in his hands. He then once again grabbed his scalpel and made an incision in the scrotum. He r emoved the testicles and placed them in his mouth moving them around with his to ngue in front of Mr. Ratburn. After chewing them he swallowed leaving Mr. Ratbur n in complete horror. Buster then used the scalpel to remove Mr. Ratburn s nipples before placing them o ver his own nipples. He was in absolute ecstasy as he sowed Mr. Ratburn s nipples to his own. Laughing maniacally Buster took the more of the barbed wire and wrapped in aroun d Mr. Ratburn s throat before twisting the head around violently until it snapped off. After keeping the head he left the body to decay in the sun. When night arrived Buster decided it was time to return to the Read s house to pro perly dispose of the remaining body parts. Upon arriving he could already smell the foul odor seeping from the house. He cr ept into the house only to find Pal had eaten away at most of the flesh. Buster chuckled to himself before walking up the stairs to the bathroom to check on David. The chemicals had completely dissolved everything besides the bones. He grabbed a pair of gloves from beneath the sink and collected what was left of Mr. Read. He disposed of the bones along with the rest of the bodies inside a storage drai n in front of the house, grabbed a canister of gasoline from the garage, and set the house on fire. He then exited the house before anyone noticed the blaze. Sitting from a far distance he watched his now dead best friend s house burn up as

he sat there mesmerized by the flames. He now had collected 4 out of 6 of the h eads he needed and his final goal was over half way finished. Who would he kill next? Brain? Buster would require extensive time to formulate a trap to ensnare him. Time was something Buster did not have at the moment. What about Muffy? Her father owned half the town. Every crevice, every mailbox, every spot in the playground would be thoroughly searched. What about Francine? Would anybody really miss the daughter of a heroin addict? Buster knew she would be the one to join his little collection of severed heads. He quickly thought u p a plan and proceeded to gather the necessary items. On Saturday he invited Francine to a secluded little spot in the woods. Being th e poor lonely girl she was Francine immediately agreed. So, uh, what you been up to these days Buster she asked. Oh you know just staying out of trouble. Buster respo nded. They traveled deeper and deeper into the woods. Did you hear Arthurs house burned down? asked Francine. Buster didn t respond this t ime. Something was different about him he was darker. He seemed possessed. Alright, this is far enough said Buster in a menacing tone as he carefully avoided the traps he had laid the previous night. So what did you want to bring me out---- she was stopped short in the middle of her sentence. As soon as she stepped o n a pile of leaves she could feel her leg snap in half. Her jaw dropped in agony as she looked down to see a rusty bear trap tightly gri pped her leg. Did you know they don t even sell these anymore? I had to look though the junk yard for hours to find this said Buster. You bastard, I ll fucking kill you said Francine as she lunched forward. To her surp rise the second she made that motion she set off a backup trap firing arrows thr oughout the woods leading directly to her body. I had Brain help me with that one. I told him I wanted to hunt some wild animals out here. Luckily for me he fell for it Buster said. Francine couldn t even respond this time as arrows were lodged in her hip, shoulde r, lung, and her thigh. and this this I made especially for you Buster told her as h e grabbed a needle full of heroin from his back pack. I found it appropriate for you to die in the exact same way as your whorish mothe r he said. Sh---shu---tt th---the f---fuck Francine couldn t even finish as Buster injected the needle into her neck. Foam soon began leaking from her mouth as her half dead b ody desperately tried to reject the foreign toxins. As she fell into comatose Buster opened her eyelids to witness the color drain f rom her fully dilated eyes before sawing the head off and leaving the carcass in the middle of the forest for the vultures. One more head to go he thought to himself as he made his way back through the fo rest. Who was next? Binky ah who better than Binky to be added to his collection? This would be an easy target as he was one of the stupider ones that lived in th e neighborhood. Luckily, Binky s parents were on vacation and wouldn t be back for another 2 weeks. Over the next few days Buster mapped out and discovered what Binky did in his sp are time. There was only one problem: Binky s muscle mass.

Although Binky wasn t very smart his body structure made up for it but of course p roper planning would easily overcome this. Preparation would require sneaking in to Binky s house later on that night. When the time was right Buster trailed him h ome making sure Binky didn t see him. He al y. ld looked through the window only to see Binky watching a wrestling match. Typic after all Buster had discovered Binky followed the exact same schedule every da Alright, time to get started Buster said to himself as he put on a mask to shie his lungs from the chloroform fumes.

He then rang the doorbell before running to the backyard and waiting to open the sliding glass door. Binky opened it a few seconds later looking around and assumed it was some of th e neighborhood children playing their usual pranks. He then quickly sat back dow n as to not miss anymore of his wrestling program. He soon found himself hanging by his wrists from his basement rafters. Boy, you s ure are heavy Binky said Buster I had to construct a pulley just to get you up the re . B---Buster wha what s going on? the confused half-conscious Binky replied. Buster didn t answer as he grabbed a soldering iron. Pulling Binky s pants down he j ammed the steaming hot tip of the iron into the head of his penis. The blood cur ling screams were music to Busters ears. He had a video camera set up in the cor ner of the room so he could enjoy the footage later. Binky s legs squirmed back and forth as he desperately tried to escape but it was no use. Doing this only made the wire around his wrist cut deeper into the flesh . Blood trickled down his forearms and dripped onto the pavement below. Muscle spasms immediately occurred as Buster drove the soldering iron into Binky s outer thigh leaving it there to singe the flesh. H---how cou---could you do this he asked but Buster refused to give up any of his motives as he began peeling the skin off Binky s arm.

Did you know a body can survive even the most traumatic of experiences asked Buste r. This isn t you this isn t Buster Binky responded. Oh it s me the REAL me. Buster sai while he cranked up a chainsaw he found in the corner. Binky could only watch as Buster used it to slowly cut off both his legs. Both of them listened to the sickening sounds of Binky s legs plopping onto the co ncrete floor. DON T DO THIS, BUSTER, PLEASE DON T--- Binky s pleas for help were interru pted by Buster removing his head from his body. At last Buster finally had the 6 th head that he needed. He smiled as he looked upon Binky s headless torso held in the air by his two rema ining limbs. Buster waited until the moon was full and highest in the sky before gathering su pplies and the severed heads then going to the grave yard on the outskirts of to wn. He found an open spot and placed a cauldron in the center of a pentagram he made surrounded by 6 torches. Buster then carved the unnecessary facial features off and discarded the rotting flesh inside the bubbling cauldron. Taking a knife he popped the eyes out of th eir sockets before putting them in his mouth and savoring the taste. Buster then carefully placed the collected heads around the pot making sure to f ace their mutilated faces outward. He waited patiently as he chanted just loud e

nough to alert his Lord Satan that the yearly sacrifice had been completed. The moon turning blood red was the signal he had been waiting for the sacrifice wa s accepted. He headed back home whistling his favorite tune. When he finally reached home he found his mother sitting on the couch waiting fo r him. Where have you been Buster she asked. I just had to clear my head Buster responded a s he hoped she wouldn t notice the blood stains on his shirt and beneath his finge r nails. Fortunately for Buster she wasn t wearing her glasses. You know you re not supposed t o be out this late! She nagged him. I know but I ve just had a lot on my mind lately . Anyway, I m pretty tired. I m going to bed. he told her. He got to his room and already started planning next year s satanic sacrifice. He would have to leave town for this one he would possibly even have to travel to oth er countries. The fucking End.

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