Seth's Rampage - Part 3

Seth's Rampage - Part 3

A quiet, friendly man, Seth had many friends at the academy. His friends never suspected the dark demon that lived just under the surface.
How long before the murders would be tied to him? Who will stop him? How many must die?
The story continues...
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__________________________________________________Crossbow Kill

Seth stood in the relative darkness of the locker room. The place was nearly deserted except for Darrin, who was swimming laps in the pool. Darrin had talked with Seth for a few minutes before he came to the pool, and he had told Seth that he was not afraid of the killer because he figured that he had nothing to gain by killing him.
"Except for the thrill..." Seth thought, as he agreed with Darrin's comment. Darrin was a strong, handsome guy and Seth had fantasized over his death for days now. He had formulated a wonderful plan for him. This was going to be special.

Darrin walked into the locker room and flipped the light switch. - Nothing.
"Crap." Darrin muttered as he tossed his towel on the bench and walked toward the brightly lit showers across the room. "Something must have blown the circuit breaker." he thought.

"Kinda dark in here." Seth said from his position in the dark, beside the shower room.
"Seth? Is that you?" Darrin asked, squinting to see his friend in the darkness, "What's wrong with the lights in here?"
"Nothing, just the breaker is off." he answered. "I wanted to give you something and this seemed the best way to do it."
"Ok... What are you going to give me?" he asked, getting a little nervous about the fact that he couldn't see anything in the room except the brightly lit doorway.
Seth sighted down the crossbow and drew a deep breath.
"Let me wash this chlorine off me first." Darrin said as he started toward the shower. "See if you can fix the lights in here."
"I've got a better idea." Seth answered as he gently pulled the trigger and let the thick, stubby bolt fly.
Darrin froze in his tracks as the bolt tore through his gut. Struck in the navel, he gasped lightly and started to grasp the bolt that now protruded from his belly.
"Gaaagh!" he gasped as the second bolt struck him, this time a little higher. He dropped to his knees as the searing pain of the thick shafts embedded in his torso drew his strength, and life, from his virile, young body.
"Thought you were safe, did you?" "Guess you were wrong."
Seth watched as the mound of manflesh inside Darrin's black trunks started to swell. "Looks like you're enjoying this too." Seth said.
"Uhgg, *gasp* oh, *gasp* why, why kill me?"
"Just because." Seth answered, watching the activity in Darrin's trunks. I want to see you cum in your shorts as you die."
Firing the last blot, it struck with a loud thud as it split Darrin's breastbone and penetrated his heart."
"Guuuhhhgh!" Darrin grunted as the shaft tore him apart. Stiffening against the pain, he shook briefly as his life force left him and he tipped backwards so that the top of his head rested on the floor. Seth looked approvingly at the dead form before him, resembling either a grotesque planter with three feathery flowers planted in it, or some arching bridge bearing banners of some unknown nation. Thick white fluid started seeping through the black cloth of his trunks. Seth took the time to greedily lick the treat from the trunks and suck as much through the wet cloth as would come. Seth liked the mild chlorine taste as it mixed with the thick cum. He enjoyed the man smells and the smell of the blood that trickled from the base of the bolts. He squeezed the firm buttocks, the firm thighs the rippled abs and the impressive mound in the trunks, all the time caressing the protruding bolts that so firmly held their place in the flesh they were dispatched to destroy. Then he pulled the trunks down and licked the inside clean before sucking Darrin's softening, ample manhood dry of all the man milk he could get out of it, and leaving Darrin's cock and balls draped over the waistband of his trunks as an impressive display before turning out the remaining lights and leaving the locker room with a prize for someone else to find later.
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__________________________________________________Caught!
Picking up his crossbow, Seth set another bolt in place and headed for the back door.
Opening the door, he was briefly blinded by the daylight as he left the near pitch black of the locker room. As his vision adjusted, he realized that someone was coming down the narrow pathway between the athletic building and the equipment storehouse.
"Hi Seth." It was Marv Stevens coming in from a run. "What you got there?"
Seth had no choice. He couldn't hide the crossbow, Marv had seen him and as soon as he opened the door to the locker room, he would find Darrin.
"A little surprise for you." Seth answered. Swinging the crossbow up, Seth fired the bolt from his hip.
"Aahgh!" Marv froze in his steps and looked with shocked terror at the stubby shaft that protruded from his abdomen. "What the fuck?" he gasped. Grabbing his tee shirt he started tearing it away so he could see where he had been shot.
"You bastard! You're the killer. . ."
"Bingo!" Seth answered, setting another bolt in place.
"Oh shit! Help!" Marv yelled. "Somebody hel...*Gaagghhhhggg*" The bolt struck Marv in the throat, silencing his noisy plea for help. Stunned by the impact, Marv stiffened and toppled over to the sidewalk and lay nearly motionless, a look of horror frozen on his face as a spreading pool of blood grew around his dying body. Seth stood over him and watched with delight as Marv's body reacted to the violent end of his life, preparing to spread his seed one last time. The kicking throes of release drove Seth mad enough to want to risk lapping up the treat offered to him but his reason won the mental tug of war and he merely watched. Kicking the bolt in Marv's neck and getting no response, he turned to leave.
"Wrong place at the wrong time, asshole." Seth chuckled as he walked past Marv and on down the path toward his car.
"That was a little too close." Seth muttered as he stashed his crossbow under the panel in his trunk.
Still overwhelmed by the aroused shaft in his jeans, Seth stepped into the thick bushes and quickly released his load as he thought about the fresh young bodies lying so near, having released their lives into his hands. Catching his load in his hand, Seth licked and slurped his own wad as he imagined it to be Marv's lost load. Still licking his fingers, Seth emerged from the bushes and started toward his car.
The sound of voices and the gathering commotion just over the little hill told Seth that his handiwork had been discovered. Instead of leaving, Seth decided to walk back to the gym and watch the reactions of the people and the cops as they came. What safer place to be? Right in plain sight.