Seth's Rampage - Part 4

Seth's Rampage - Part 4 - The Copycat

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...
_______________________________________________Calvin
   "Cal? You here?"
   Seth walked toward the driveway.
   "Over here." Cal shouted as he came out of the garage carrying a handful of tools. Calvin lived in a rented house in the country, on an old farm. "I can't get her started." he said, motioning toward his car.
   "Let me help. I know a little about cars, we don't need to go right away. Lets do this first." Seth had told Cal that he was going to work with him on his archery technique. They had practiced together several times before, and Cal was hot for Seth, and Seth knew it. They both knew that they would get it on before the day was over.

   After a short time Seth found the problem, a bad connection to the fuel pump, and the engine roared to life for them.

   "Hey! You're a lifesaver, Seth." Cal said, patting him of the back. "You fixed it."

   "That's not all I can fix." Seth answered as he groped for Cal's bulging crotch.

   "Ooohhh, gettin' me started too? I can start a few things myself!" he giggled as he grabbed Seth back.

   Before long they were pulling each others clothes off and rolling in the grass.

   "You are so hot!" Cal said as they lay in the shade together. "I could do that all day and all night."

   "Me too." Seth answered, picking up his shirt and buttoning up his fly.
   "Wait here and I'll get my bow." Seth said as he started toward his car.

   Cal got up and grabbed his water bottle. He leaned on the front of his car as he watched Seth open the trunk of his car and pull out his bow.
   "What a hunk." Cal whispered admiring Seth's tight rear as he leaned over the back of the trunk. "I want to pump that ass till it bleeds..."
   "Keep that up and I'll have to rape that tight ass again." Cal said as he pulled his zipper down.
   "Then I'll just have to defend myself." Seth said turning around.

   "Whoa! Easy with that thing." Cal said, choking on his sip of water. Seth had turned around and aimed his bow toward him. The arrow was almost fully drawn.
   "Good thing I can trust you, Seth." Cal said, smiling at his friend's unexpected move.

   "Yeah, Real good thing." Seth smiled back. "Otherwise, THIS might happen..."
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Cal gasped as the shaft slammed into his bare chest.
   Seth slowly walked back up the driveway as Cal slid down the front of his car and sat on the ground. The wound showed very little blood. The target point was the same size as the shaft so there was very little bleeding. Seth stood over him watching the arrow move with each beat of Cal's wounded heart. His eyes stared upward, mouth open gasping with short breaths, but not speaking.
Seth's eyes scanned over Cal's handsome torso, down his tight abs and to that sexy tanline of his. Cal's cock was fully engorged again and poked invitingly out through the open fly.
   "For me? You shouldn't have!" Seth teased as he licked the throbbing shaft,which responded almost immediately with a surprising amount of thick cream for Seth's waiting mouth. Cal moaned with the unexpected pleasure that he had just felt.
   "Why?" he whispered.
   "Sorry Cal, you just needed to be killed..." "I just couldn't help myself."
   Reaching for the thick arrow shaft, Seth grasped it firmly. Cal winced with pain as the shaft moved.
   "Did that hurt?" Seth smiled as he knelt down, still holding the shaft. "Here, let me fix that."
   "Unhhh!" Cal shuddered as Seth yanked the arrow from his chest. Thick spurts of blood pumped from the wound with each beat of the pierced heart. Cal stiffened with the pain and his eyes stared in terror as the fountain of his blood pumped and gushed from his strong young body. Each spurt was weaker than the one before and soon stopped altogether. Cal's body relaxed and went completely limp. The water bottle dropped from his limp fingers and spilled onto the driveway. Blood and water mingled in a trickle that flowed down past Seth's car. Seth stepped carefully over the stream as he closed his trunk and got behind the wheel. He could feel himself getting aroused again as he saw Cal's body resting against the car in his rear view mirror. Another hot image for his enjoyment later tonight.

The next morning...
_______________________________________________Linc

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   Seth lay in bed awake before the clock radio came on. He eagerly waited for the morning newscast. Still turned on by his latest kill, he jacks off yet again with Cal's image burned into his memory.
*click* . . . "Hurry on down to Abbots furniture before they're all gone, Remember at Abbots we are all abut your satisfaction!" . .
Now for the news...
   Yet another death in the long string of killings both on and off campus here. The latest victim, identified as Lincoln Olsen, aged 21 was found stabbed to death on the front lawn of his neighbor's home on Third St. at 3am this morning. This latest murder brings the grisly total to twelve deaths since the start of the deaths in the so-called dormitory murders. Police say they again have the murder weapon - a knife - left in the body. Police say they are still looking for clues at the scene . . .    *crash* Seth's fist smashed down on the radio, sending it falling to the floor.
   "What the hell?? Who the fuck is Lincoln Olsen? What the fuck?"
Seth jumped up from the bed and dressed quickly.

   Running out the door, Seth jumped in his car and drove as fast as he dared to Third Street. He spotted the yard, surrounded by "Crime Scene - Do Not Cross" yellow and black tape. several people were measuring and picking things up off the lawn, another was aiming a camera at the ground. Seth turned left on the next block and drove out toward Cal's place.

   As he neared the driveway he saw police cars and an ambulance at the driveway entrance. One officer was just stringing more "Crime Scene" tape at the entrance. It looked like a guy in a jogging outfit was being interviewed by one of the officers as he drove on by, trying to look natural.
   "They must have just been called." Seth thought. "Better get out of sight for a while."
   Seth drove back to his apartment. He sat in his room brooding most of the day. He wanted to call the police and tell them that he was not the Third Street killer, but reason won over emotion and the call was never made. He resolved to find the killer himself. "Friggin copycat. He's going to ruin everything..."__________________________________________________
Afternoon Kill

   Seth fumed all morning. Pacing from room to room, sit somewhere for a few seconds, get up and pace some more. The news of his own kill didn't even break until the end of the noon news on the local station. Sam Daily the newscaster pissed him off even more by suggesting that the killer was a "sick, perverted, coward" that needed to be caught and killed by public hanging! First, some unknown jerk kills someone and these morons think that it is just another kill in his series of artful deaths. Now this guy thinks he can pronounce judgment on him... it's time to take this to his doorstep.

   Seth carefully scaled the stone wall behind Sam Daily's home. He had followed him here from the TV station. He knew that Sam would be coming home for a couple of hours before returning to the station for the eleven o'clock news. On a day like today, he would likely spend some time either in his pool or out jogging. Either way, Seth was going to be ready.

   Before long, Seth could see him behind the sliding glass doors, gathering some things together to take outside with him. Some papers, his laptop and a towel were first. Sam placed them on the table and went back inside. Soon he came back out carrying a beer and some food on a plate. Seth watched as he munched on the food and read over the papers that he had spread out on the table before him. Suddenly he jumped up and hurried inside. Seth could hear the phone ringing. Moments later he reappeared and sat down, talking with someone on the phone and scribbling notes on one of the papers.
   Sam was facing toward the bushes that Seth had hidden behind so he couldn't risk moving around much despite the fact that he was getting poked by the thorns in and under the bushes and getting really uncomfortable...

   Pecking away on his laptop, Sam was mostly absorbed in the wording of the story he was writing for tonight's news, calling for people to stay in groups, stick together, report suspicious looking people and not letting strangers in or near their homes...

   "What was that?" - Something caught his eye. Sam squinted toward the low, bright sunlight. It was hard to see what it was but something had moved. "That damned dog again." he muttered, reaching for a stone that doubled as a paperweight on his table. Getting up quickly, Sam moved to the side, hoping to see where the dog was so he could throw his rock. Seth ducked down, trying to stay out of his sight. Sam spotted a dark shape in the bushes and let the stone fly. The stone grazed Seth's arm as it whizzed through the bush.

   "That's it!" Seth shouted as he stood to his feet, with his bow fully drawn, and aimed at Sam's chest.

   "What the hell?" Sam said, stepping back in surprise. He had expected a dog to go running off, yelping as it had so many times before. It took a moment for Sam to realize what he was seeing. "Who the hell are you?" he snarled, half angry, half afraid.

   "I caught your newscast today, you stupid fuck! You can't even tell when someone starts copying me, can you?

   Sam slowly started to make out the shape of the bow and arrow. He slowly raised his hands over his head. "Take it easy, I won't hurt you." Sam said.    "We can talk about this..."
   "Nothing to talk about, asshole." Seth answered. "Just tell me where you want it."
   "Want what?" Sam asked.
   "This arrow. In the gut, in the heart, or between the eyes?" Seth responded.
   Sam's gut recoiled at the thought. "Please, no!" he begged.
   "Where do you want it?" Seth repeated.
   "No. Nowhere. I don't want it."
   "Too bad." Seth answered. "Imagine what it will feel like to have an arrow cut through you. To have your blood running down from this slender stiff shaft to the ground. To know that you are going to die, right here, right now and no one or nothing can save you." "If you're lucky enough to live long enough, you might get to feel me suck you off before you die."
   Sam shuddered at the thought, but found himself growing erect at the thought of having some guy do that to him. He could feel his manhood straining against his jockstrap.
   "No! Please don't." he pleaded again.
Seth spotted the growing bulge in Sam's shorts. "Looks like you're all ready."
Sam's eyes widened with fear. Seth released the broadpoint tipped arrow. He was rewarded with a satisfying "thud" as Sam jerked, looked down at his chest and fell back against the wall. A bright red stain swiftly grew and ran down the white tee shirt. He saw Seth running toward him, felt himself slide down the wall to the floor, felt Seth slip his shorts and jock down and pull his stiff cock out. A cold darkness engulfed him just as Seth's lips started to slide up and down his shaft and every fiber of his being exploded with the most vicious orgasm he had ever experienced. Darkness was soon overwhelmed by nothingness.

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