No Gein II: A Second Helping Chapter Six

Posted: October 11, 2021 in No Gein II: A Second Helping, No Gein Stories
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No Gein II: A Second Helping

Chapter Six : Pit Stop

New Jersey 2003

Grease and red liquid splattered Milton’s jaw as he bit into the meat. His voice let out a near orgasmic “Oh my god,” as his lips smacked together. “this burger is absolutely delicious.” 

“Best in town.” His father said. “Your mother and I always ate here after we visited you. Sometimes your mom was more excited about the food than the visit!” 

“Hey their milkshakes are to die for,” his mother laughed as she continued, “and they don’t slaughter you on the prices either!” 

“Well then what the hell are you eating a salad for?” Milton asked, looking at her plate of greens.

“Gotta watch my health. I ain’t gettin any younger!” As she ate her greens Milton noticed two young guys eying them up. At first he thought the pigs were watching as soon as he got out. One of them was thin, and wore a beanie on his head and a t-shirt that bore the image of a man with a flaming skull riding a motorcycle. The other was fat with a black t-shirt with a white skull logo, the teeth resembling ammunition clips. The more he watched them more out of the corner of his eye, the more he thought they were probably just a bunch of stoners. If they were acting, they were pretty good at their craft.

“Anyway, Milton,” his father said as Milton continued feasting on his hamburger, “we got something to tell you.”

“Yeah?” Milton replied, taking another savory bite.

“We’re going to go on a little road trip.” His father explained. We’re heading way out west.”

“And what are we doing that for?” Milton asked.

Before his father had a chance to explain about their apparent upcoming journey, the young skinny stoner interrupted with a “Hey, what’s up man.”

“What is ‘up’ is I’m trying to masticate my dinner and you’re talking to me.” Milton answered snarkily. “What do you want?”

“Oh, sorry man, I didn’t mean to interupt while you were masterba-haha, I mean…”

“Well spit it out kid! What do you want?” Milton’s father barked.

“I uh, me and Bob over there,” Bob silently waved and smiled when they all looked, “We were just wondering uh..”

“Get out of here kid we got business to conduct!” Milton’s mother ordered the young man as she finished her salad.

“It’s OK Mom.” Milton said. “The kid just wants to talk. What’s on your mind son?”

“Ok, yeah uh, so like, are the one they call Saw-man?”

“Can’t you see we’re trying to eat?” Milton’s  father objected.

“It’s OK dad.” Milton then looked at the kid and smiled. “Yeah that’s me.” 

“Awesome man, so how are you? I heard you were in the big house!”

“Actually I was just released, and so far I’m having a splendid day. I got out of prison, I reunited with my parents, I am eating this scrumptious meal, and now I got to meet a fine young gentleman such as yourself.”

“That’s great man. Bob and I, we’re big fans. Hey, I always wanted to ask you something. Is it true you’re the guy they based Texas Chainsaw Massacre off of?”

“Well, as much as I would love to take credit for that classic piece of American cinema,” Milton said sarcastically, “unfortunately that movie preceded my incarceration, so that analogy was made post prison sentence.”

“Oh, post prison, ok cool man, hey can we get our picture with you?”

“No pictures today bud,” Milton’s father objected, “We’re eating.”

‘Oh, oh, well can I get your autograph?” 

“Listen buddy, how about we finish our meal. “You go over there with your friend and finish your meal.” Milton then pointed to his friend and asked, “He looks like he likes to eat. Am I right?”

“He sure does!” The youth said excitedly. “Bob can pack the burgers down.”

“Excellent, now maybe after the meal you would like to have a smoke.” Eying his clothes and his hemp necklace, Milton observed “You look like a man that enjoys a good smoke, do you catch my drift.”

“Oh I sure do man, uh sir.”

“Well I’ll tell you what then, see that alley across the street.” The young man nodded before Milton continued “Let’s meet over there in, how do you young people say, four minutes and twenty seconds?”

“I hear you loud and clear sir!” the stoner jubilantly saluted him.

“Great, so we will meet, maybe have a smoke, and then we can talk about that autograph.”

“Sounds great man, we will be there!” The young man scurried back to his table. While asking the waitress for their check, Milton heard him boasting.

“Oh shit, we’re gonna blaze it up with Saw-Man!” A smack echoed through the diner as the two stoners high fived each other.

The father looked at his newly freed son with a mischievous look and asked “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

Later they pulled the van into the alley across the street. “I assume you want to do the honors?” Milton’s mother asked.

“Absolutely.” Milton answered as she handed him a small object he tucked in the inside pocket of his suit jacket. His hands were trembling in anticipation.

Soon enough they saw the two stoners practically running across the street towards the alley. A few cars beeped their horns and an obscenity or two was shouted as the two exuberantly crossed the street with out a care in the world.

“They’re lucky they survived crossing the street.” Milton’s father said with a smirk.

The two youths reached their destination and were met with high fives and smiles from the family. “So you know I was just released right? I don’t have anything on me.” Milton explained as they all stood in the alley.

“Oh, we got the hookup Saw-man.” The skinny one pulled out a blunt that was almost fatter than he was.

“You go first,” Milton said, reaching into his pocket. “Let me light it for you.”

“It’d be an honor sir.“ the boy said with a smile.

With one hand Milton pushed the scrawny kid against the brick wall. In the past he would taunt and play with his prey, but he couldn’t stand waiting anymore. With his other hand he reached into his inside pocket to retrieve what his grandmother gave him. It was a sharp shiny knife, a little small for his tastes, but it did the trick. The boy’s eyes almost bulged out of his head in fear as he heard the last words he’d ever hear. 

“Smoking’s hazardous to your health.” Milton finally plunged the hot hard steel into the young punk’s soft wet throat. The blade was now lubricated in blood as he plunged the steel in an out and let out a satisfying groan. He felt so close to this feeling during his recent prison brawl, but it was well worth the wait.

Mom had a tire iron tucked under her frilled sleeve that she struck Bob in the jaw with. He fell to the ground in pain, his body let out a sound but he could not scream for help as his jaw was busted. Milton heard the back door of the van slam shut as Grandpa walked out with what he was known for, something he long had notoriety for in the underworld. The fat boy let out an indiscriminate wail as the old man approached him with a sledgehammer.

Milton would have liked to have killed them both, but he deferred to his father who held held his weapon of choice up as high as he could in the air. His elderly arms shook, no longer being able to hold it over his head like he used to, the steel hammer came clumsily crashing down towards its target.

Bob whimpered in terror as the head of the sledgehammer sat directly in front of his eyes. Milton never saw grandpa miss. In his glory days he was known for killing snitches and informants with one mighty swing, but those days were long behind him now. Milton desperately wanted to ask permission to finish this obese victim off, but he didn’t dare disrespect the family like that. “Come on dad, you can do it.”

“Yeah, kill that fat fuck!” his mom added.

Dad raised the sledgehammer into the air again, this time not as high, and with less strength but more accuracy. Allowing gravity to bring the hammer down it bashed Bob’s skull open like a watermelon. “Hahaha you got em good dad!” Milton laughed with a childlike excitement as he stashed his victim’s corpse into a nearby dumpster.

Together, Milton’s parents lifted the near-headless victim into the dumpster. His mom squeezed the belly fat on the fresh corpse and said “Too bad we just ate.” Closing the dumpster lid she continued, “Just as well though. Gotta get back on the road, time to head west!” 

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