Seth's Rampage - Part 8

Seth's Rampage - Part 8 - Confrontation - 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?
Now Seth is being plagued by a copycat killer that threatens to screw up everything.

The story continues...
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Roger

"Hi Seth, I got your call." Roger smiled at seeing his old friend again. "Come on in."

Seth stepped in and gave Roger a warm hug as he stepped toward the living room. "It's been a while." Seth commented. "What have you been up to?"

"Mostly the same old stuff," he answered. "Studying, partying and keeping out of sight of the Campus Killer.

"Yeah, everybody's on edge about that." Seth answered.

"How are you doing? I mean it must have been awful for you... He killed everybody in your dorm room. He would have killed you if you hadn't been home with your folks.." He looked down at his hands, counting off the names on his fingers, "Jamie, Kenny, Brian, Dave, Walt... This guy's been on a rampage for weeks now and the cops can't seem to come up with any real clues." Roger looked into Seth's eyes. "Are you OK?"

"I'm doing OK." Seth answered. "I figure I had my close call with him. Now I can move on."

"Wish I could say that." Roger said, heading for the fridge. "It scares the shit out of me. Want a beer?"

"Sure, thanks." Seth answered, taking the bottle from Roger. Roger held the bottle back, just a little. He looked into Seth's eyes again but quickly looked down and let go. He wanted to say something to Seth but waited.

"What?" Seth asked. "Do I have a booger hanging off my nose or something?"

"I just wanted to say something..." Roger said.

"What?" Seth asked. "You might as well say it?"

"I, uh, OK," he stammered. "Oh hell, Seth, I really like you. . . A lot."

"Oh gosh, Roger, I'm sorry. I didn't know. I never would have asked you to help hook me up with Peter."

"It's no big deal," Roger answered back, "How could you know? I never dared say anything to you about it." he smiled, "Don't worry about it."

"No, really,"Seth answered, "I got this from a guy that said that he wanted to hook me up with Peter and I should call him. I wanted to get somebody that knew him to introduce us." Seth held up a piece of paper with Peter's phone number on it that he had taken from Stoney's wallet.

"This is Stoney's writing. Why not have him talk to Pete? They live in the same building." Roger asked.

"You're right, I'm sorry, I'll find somebody to talk to him, I just couldn't get hold of Stoney. Not sure where he is." Seth said pulling the note back from Roger. "Besides, I'm not committed to anything with him, I've never met him, We might not get along at all. Who knows? Besides, Now that I know that you were interested in me..."

"Here, give me that and I'll call him. We can talk about us after I call him."

Grabbing his phone, Roger dialed the number, waited and finally got an answer.

"Hi Pete? Roger. Hey, I've got a friend here that Stoney was talking to about you. His name is Seth. Do you know him? ... Ok. He said he didn't know you either but Stoney wants you two to get together sometime. Sort of a blind date thing. ... Yeah, I know, Trust me, he's one hot number. He's here if you want to talk to him... Sure. Here." He handed the phone to Seth.

"Hi? ... Yeah, I saw him yesterday for a few minutes. ... I couldn't reach him today either... He didn't say anything about going anywhere to me either... Me? ... I don't know, some guys think I look good... About 6 feet, I work out, 24 years old, kind'a hung, yeah... Cool. ... Really? ... Me too."

Roger sat in a chair, listening and sipping his beer. He was trying to look like it didn't bother him but he was seriously afraid that if they got together that Seth would not come back.

Maybe if Seth got a "taste" of what he had..."

"Cool, sounds great. See you then." Seth said as he hung up the phone.

"Well? You guys 'on' or what?" Roger asked, trying to smile.

"Yeah, thanks Roger. I really appreciate you doing this for me." Seth knelt beside the chair.

"He sounds interested. I'll go check him out. He says he's kinda muscular, kinda hairy and kinda hung..."

"...kinda hung! Shit, he's got a monster hanging there." Roger said with obvious envy.

"You're not so bad yourself." Seth replied, his mind wandering to what Roger might be envious about. Roger was well endowed, that was obvious just looking at him.

"He sounds pretty nice but I don't think it will last too long with him. Just a feeling..."

"Really?" Roger asked, perking up a bit. "Well, you know that I'm really interested, if it doesn't work with him..."

"Why not right now?" Seth asked, laying his hand on Roger's lap. "I've got some time, lets spend a little time and see what comes up?"

"Really?" Roger asked. "I'd really love that."

Seth rubbed his hand over the contours or Roger's package, gently stimulating the already growing mass inside. Roger nervously sipped his beer as he savored the gentle caresses and mentally undressed Seth and imagined himself in bed with this dreamy hunk.

"Do you want to go in the bedroom?" Roger offered.

"Not yet, sit right there first." Seth answered, standing up and moving around behind him, rubbing his shoulders and chest, he gently messed his hair he bent down and breathed in Roger's scent, and kissed him on the head...

"I love this part." Seth said. "Hold still."

Still standing behind the chair, Seth bent down and kissed Roger on the lips, forehead and each eyelid. Gently unbuttoning the top buttons of Roger's shirt with his left hand, he quietly slid his knife from the sheath he had hidden under his shirt.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Ooohhhh Yeaahhhh..." Roger breathed, Eagerly anticipating Seth's next move.

"Aaaaaaagghhh!!"

Roger tried to sit up but Seth's hand had just pounded down on his chest - hard. He looked down at his chest as Seth was holding onto the handle. Seth could feel the fluttering heart as it died in Roger's chest.

Seth let go and Roger could see the handle of the knife that had just split his chest and ripped through his strong, young heart. His last thought was of his love for Seth, anticipating his love affair with him and a brief feeling of betrayal...

His body fell limp. Seth heard the sound of Roger's beer as it glugged out of the bottle and bubbled up on the floor.

Seth pressed his hand against the still firm package in Roger's pants, admiring the size and his handsome good looks, now forever preserved in death.

"Sorry Roger." Seth whispered. "I loved you but I love to kill more." "Thanks for giving yourself to me."

Seth grabbed the handle again, pulling on the knife. It resisted. Placing his left hand against Roger's still warm chest, he pushed his body down while dislodging the blade, slipping it out of the long, narrow slit in Roger's chest.

Checking the bedroom, Seth spotted Roger's hunting bow on the wall. Grabbing the bow, some arrows and a tee shirt, he headed back to the living room.

Wiping the knife with the tee shirt, Seth slipped it back in the sheath and started gathering up the bow and arrows.

*Knock knock* The door flew open and Mark hurried in wearing nothing but a towel.

"Hey Roger! I'm out of shampoo, I need some of yours.... Oh shit!"

He froze, staring at the still figure in the chair with the bloody tee shirt laying on his chest.

Seth raised the bow and aimed at Mark.

"No! Wait... Uhhhhh!" The arrow slammed into his chest, he froze in place briefly, looked down at his chest and toppled over face first to the floor, the arrow now standing proudly out through his bare back.

Seth pulled the body the rest of the way into the room, picked up the arrows and closed the door.

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Blind Date

"Anybody home?" Seth asked.
"Coming... Seth? Is that you? Peter asked, unlatching the lock.

"Oh!" Pete gasped as he saw Seth standing in the doorway. "Roger said you were good looking. He didn't say you were this hot!"

"Thanks," Seth replied, "You're really fine looking yourself."

They stood sizing each other up for a few awkward moments. "Can I come in?" Seth finally asked.

"Hell yes!" Pete blurted out. "Er.. I mean sure!" Stepping back to let Seth pass.

"Anybody else here?" Seth asked.

"Not that I know of." Pete answered. "Kelly is gone somewhere and Stony and Ben have been gone since yesterday."

"Since yesterday?" Seth asked.

"Yeah, they do that though. Nothing to worry about. They'll show up eventually." Pete smiled a warm welcoming smile at Seth. Seth was doing some smiling himself. He couldn't help but notice that Pete was a great looking guy and was sporting a sizable package.

"Anybody likely to come and catch us here, or would you rather go somewhere else?"

"Here is fine. I'll just lock the door." Pete answered.

"What about Kelly?" Seth asked. "Is he likely to show up?"

"I doubt it. Even if he does, he won't come in here. He knows I don't like him."

"Really?" Seth asked. "Why is that?"

"He's weird. He's obsessed with this campus killer thing." Pete answered. "He's determined to figure out where the killer will strike next. He actually got it right a couple of times. I would have thought he was the killer except he was here with us when some of the other kills happened."

"Maybe there are two killers and he is one of them." Seth answered. "Ever think of that?"

"Now you're freaking me out." Pete answered. "Never thought of that."

"Probably nothing to it. Sorry, don't want to ruin the mood." Seth answered. "Are you looking for a little hot action right now?"

"With you?" Pete replied, "Hell yes!"

Leading Seth into his bedroom, Pete started peeling off his clothes. Seth slowly unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, watching Pete's every move. Pete teased Seth by lowering his jeans a little at a time, unveiling his long, meaty manhood, as slowly as he could.

"Ho-lee-shit!" Seth gasped. "No wonder they call you Peter!"

"Like that?" Pete smiled, sitting on the bed.

"Oooh yeah." Seth said, dropping to his knees. "I know just what to do with this."

Seth picked up the massive member and it immediately started growing at his touch.

"I'm taking this home with me tonight." Seth said. "This one's a keeper."

Pete smiled warmly. "You're no slouch yourself, man. I could spend the rest of my life with you. You're super hot for me too."

"Spend the rest of your life with me? " Seth cooed. "I think I like that."

In a few minutes both men were groaning with delight as Seth worked on Pete's rock hard cock.

Pausing several times, Seth managed to bring Pete to near climax and let him hold on yet a little longer. Pete was delighted at having this handsome hunk that knew how to show him a wild time.

"You like that?" Seth asked.

"Ooh, God, yes." Pete responded, almost out of breath. "You're fantastic! I love it."

"You just hang in there." Seth promised, "I've got a killer finish for you."

Seth again took as much as he could into his mouth and restarted his slow but deliberate servicing as Pete shuddered, trying to hold on just a little longer.

"Ready for the end?" Seth asked at the next pause.

"I can't take it any longer. I'm going to explode!" Pete whooped. "Do it!"

"My pleasure." Seth said stuffing the massive meat back into his mouth and getting Pete to the point of climax. Sensing the time was right, Seth struck. Driving his knife deep into Pete's gut while still holding his massive cock in his mouth.

"Yeagghhhh!" Pete screamed, trying to raise up but stopped by the pain. His cock erupted with powerful gobs of thick semen which Seth greedily sucked down as fast as it shot forth.

Pete was rocking with sexual spasms and ripping his guts with each move. His mind whirled through the agony and ecstasy, so completely tangled in the web of pleasure and pain. "I never expected this!" he screamed, "Oh God, this is so hot!"

The tingling of approaching death wrapped it's electric fingers around Peter's being. He no longer cared that he was dying. He groaned loudly as his final wad shot into Seth's waiting mouth.

"Unhhhh." he moaned "Oohhh. Why? What did I do to you?" He moaned.

"I just wanted to give you the last and greatest sexual rush of your life. Wasn't it great?"

"I never knew this could be so... so... wonderful." He gasped for air. "Is this what you do for all the guys you've killed?"

"Some of them." Seth admitted. "If I can, and if they deserve it." Seth patted Pete's thick cock again. "You really deserved to have this."

"Uhhh, ooh, I ... uhhh... "

Seth watched as he lost consciousness. The massive shaft started to wilt, slowly lowering, raising, lowering a little more with each faltering heartbeat dropping with fatal finality as Pete's short lifetime came to an end. Soon the head rested on the bed as the last bead of white fluid seeped from the pink slit and started soaking into the bedspread.

"Damn hot!" Seth whispered. "What a hot cock!"

Seth picked up the limp, saliva slicked man sausage, admired it's size and hefted it one last time.

Sliding the blade free from Pete's gut, Seth turned to go. Searching the other rooms, he soon found what he was looking for - Kelly's room.

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The room was neat. Almost nothing out of place.

On the dresser by the door was a small pile of pictures. One of them had several of the people's names written under the people posing with bottles of beer and sandwiches at some get-together and obviously having a good time. Under one was the name "Kelly" and with several other photos Seth was able to see that he plays soccer and drives a red Camaro.

Seth opened the closet, found several boxes stacked at one end, clothes, shoes, boots. Checking the desk and found several notebooks with scraps of paper stuffed inside them.

Jackpot!

Seth found bunches of newspaper clippings from all over the area, each about the latest in the saga of the killings. Most had several things highlighted and notes scribbled along the edges and lots more notes on the notebook page they were taped to. Sitting down at the desk, seth wandered through the clippings and copious notes until he came to the last few pages.

One of the pages had the name and time and location of each of Seth's victims. In the second column was a list of all of his victims - and prospective targets. The third column had another set of names and the name "Dale". Seth recognized one of the names as one of the copycat kills that he had seen recently.

"Shit, there's two of them..." he muttered.

At the bottom of the second column he found a name "Cody" and an address, and today's date.

"Gotcha!" Seth said, stuffing the papers in his shirt, he headed for the door.

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Pulling up at the address on the paper, Seth saw the red Camaro parked a couple of doors down.

Seth parked across the street and quickly moved toward the back of the house and up on the deck. The house was quiet for the moment. Seth listened at the door, then entered.

Once inside Seth could hear voices coming from the downstairs bedroom. Seth moved closer and listened at the door...

"...sure I like you Kelly, but Tyler will be home soon, and I really don't want to cheat on him. I wouldn't like it if he did that to me... I hope you can understand."

"I understand all right, you let me come over here and then back off, afraid you'll get caught by your boyfriend." Kelly's voice was getting progressively aggressive and Cody sounded angry.

"You need a good lesson you cowboy shithead!" Kelly snarled.

"No! Please don't!" Now he sounded scared. "Help!" The door crashed open and Cody blasted out and ran through the kitchen toward the back door with Kelly right behind him. Cody grabbed at the knife set on the counter as he ran by, getting hold of one of them but crashing through the door and out onto the back deck. Seth ran toward the door just in time to see Kelly pin Cody against the wall, forearm against his throat and one quick thrust, he buried his knife to the hilt in Cody's stomach.

"Aaaaaaaghhhh! Help, Somebody, Help me." he screamed.

Kelly ripped the blade free and drove it into Cody's ribs, driving it in until he pierced his heart. Cody shuddered and slid down the wall to the floor.
He sat there, unmoving, killed by the second thrust before he hit the floor.

Kelly stood over the body, admiring his latest kill. "Stupid fuck. Should have let me fuck you. Then you could have at least died with a hard on."

Seth watched through the kitchen door as Kelly lectured his victim, waiting for the right moment. - Finally it came.

Jumping through the door, he wrapped his arm around Kelly's throat, pulling him backward and off balance. With the other hand he stabbed his knife into Kelly's right lower back.

"Surprise, asshole!" Seth yelped into Kelly's ear as he gasped at the pain and dropped to his knees. "I think I just caught the copycat killer." Seth taunted, holding Kelly in place with a choking tight hold around his neck.

"Uhhhh! Oohh." Kelly struggled for air. "Who are you?"

"I'm your example, your pattern." Seth answered. "Who the hell did you think you were, killing people and making it look like you were me?"

"I, uh wanted to be like you. Do he stuff you did. I wanted to help build up your reputation."

"Bullshist!" Seth said, shoving on the knife to make his point.

"Uhhhh!" Kelly gasped. "Please don't kill me... We can be partners. Go on the biggest killing spree ever."

"Your pathetic attempts are just screwing things up." Seth snarled. "You're ruining my patterns, You don't know what you're doing. Too many kills too close together." Seth ranted, too pissed at this guy to make rational sense.

"I'm getting hard, man. This is what I was trying to do. Give them a super sexy sendoff. You know what I mean."

"It means you're dying, not enough oxygen to the brain. Blood loss does that. Your brain is entering a state of hypoxic euphoria and your cock swells and spontaneously ejaculates. Greatest, and last sexual rush in your life."

"How about I send you off without a chance of you getting your death orgasm.? You're dead meat, you sad fucker. No thrills for you."

"No, please, I'm sorry."Kelly pleaded."Please, don't..."

"Goodbye asshole." Seth said, ripping the knife from Kelly''s back. Cupping his hand over Kelly's mouth, Seth held Kelly's head tightly as he drove it in through Kelly's skull, slowly driving it in until it started to emerge from the other side.

Kelly felt the blade as it carved in through his skull, squeaking and snapping as bone gave way to steel. Suddenly a brilliant white flash and powerful electric-like jolt ended all sense or reason and Kelly jerked, stiffened and went limp as a ragdoll in Seth's grasp.

"No death threshold sex thrill for you shithead. Never should have started something that you weren't able to complete. You want to kill? Do it on your own, don't copy me." Seth kicked the limp body at his feet. "I don't want anybody's help."

"If only your cowboy friend here could see you now." Seth crowed as he headed down the steps. "Goodbye asshole."

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