And Then There Were More" by Kristoph ( at DS)
Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2020 10:23 pm
This is a direct sequel to And Then There Were None,
Don't worry though, other than spoiling the ending of the first story this one works just fine by itself.
The ancient floor boards creaked as Aina followed the others into the old house nestled between the snowcapped mountains of Norway. Only months had passed since the massacre, but the house was well and truly abandoned. It had caused quite the stir in the media of course, but with the killer presumed to have frozen to death in the wilderness while trying to escape most people quickly lost interest. Some however could not resist the lure of a mystery.
Benedicte: Ambitious youtuber and aspiring journalist.
Aina: Benedicte’s assistant and photographer.
Siri: Thrill seeker.
Trine: Siri’s girlfriend.
“What a sh*t hole,” Benedicte said dejectedly. “When they said it belonged to a billionaire I expected… well… not this.”
“Yeah,” Aina agreed. “It’s kinda run down, isn’t it?”
“Drafty too,” Trine added. “We better keep our jackets on.”
“Or,” Siri purred, hugging Trine from behind. “We’ll have to generate some body heat.”
“Get a room you two,” Aina said, shaking her head. “I mean, seriously…”
“Sounds like a plan!” Siri responded, tugging at her girlfriend’s arm. “Let’s go Trine.”
“How can they even think about sex in a place like this?” Benedicte said in disbelief as the two lovers raced off.
“Everyone has their kinks,” Aina said with a shrug. According to Trine Siri liked to roleplay as a serial killer’s victim and Trine played along to keep her lover happy, doing it a the site of an actual murder was featured prominently on Siri’s bucket list.
“I guess,” Benedicte conceded. “Still though, seems kinda disrespectful if you ask me,” Benedicte said.
“Is it any worse than what we’re doing?” Aina asked. “We’re here to make money off the killings after all.”
“No! We are here to expose the truth,” Benedicte protested. “We owe it to our viewers.”
“So we are donating the add revenue from this one then?” Ania said with a knowing smile.
“Well… I mean… we do need to keep the lights on, don’t we?” Benedicte said sheepishly. “Fine! But at least we are better than those two ghost hunting idiots.”
“I’m a Medium, not a ghost hunter,” Karen said with exaggerated patience. “And once I commune with the dead I’ll know what really happened here that night. Let’s set up over there and…” Karen trailed off in confusion, looking around the room. “Where did my assistant run off to?”
Karen: Medium.
“She went out to talk to the driver,” Aina said. “Bringing her coffee, I think.”
“Ah,” Karen said, nodding. “I suppose there is no harm in that.”
***
Nadia: Karen’s assistant.
Stine: The driver.
“Bored yet?” Nadia asked as she approached the van with a pair of steaming cups of coffee.
“Nah,” Stine said. “I got a good signal and a netflix subscription, it’s all good.”
Nadia looked around at the endless expanse of snow that surrounded them. “You could come inside…”
“Yeah… no.” Stine said with determination. “Even if that house wasn’t a closed crime scene it would still be the site of a massacre, I’m not going anywhere near that place.”
Nadia raised her eyebrows in mock alarm. “Afraid the killer might return from his frozen grave?” She said with an overly dramatic tone.
“You joke,” Stine said with a chuckle. “But don’t come crying to me when you all get axe murdered.”
“Fair enough,” Nadia said with a light laugh. “But you know… if I was the killer I’d take out everyones means of escape first, meaning you and the van would be my first target.”
“Well, then I guess it’s a good thing you’re…” Stine frowned down at her coffee. “What’s in this, it tastes a bit off.”
Nadia sighed. “I know, sorry about that,” she said shaking her head. “You would not believe how hard it is to get your hands on a flavorless poison. I thought maybe hiding it in coffee would mask the taste, but I guess not.”
“Nadia, that’s not funny, I…” Stine shook her head and put a hand to her mouth. “I don’t feel so good.”
“The good news is, that will pass.” Nadia said brightly.
“W-why…?” Stine gasped as she leaned against the van, the coffee spilling onto the white snow.
“Really?” Nadia demanded as the brunette rolled onto her back in the soft white snow and started to convulse, her eyes wide in panic. “I literally just spelled it out for you! Were you even listening to me?”
Stine’s booted feet drummed against the ground and her hands twitched uselessly. She raised her head and opened her mouth as if to speak—probably to beg for mercy if Nadia’s experience was anything to go by—but only managed a few gagging sounds before white foam spilled down her chin and onto her pink down jacket. As her strength faded her head fell back and she lay staring up at the blue winter sky, her eyes losing focus even as she twitched and spasmed in her final moments.
As her victim took her last shaky breath’s Nadia bent down and unzipped her pink down jacket to reveal a tight white sweater underneath. “Normally I’d wait for you to die before looting you, but it’s kinda cold out here so I’m going to speed this up a bit, is that okay with you?” Stine shot her a quick glare of pure malice before letting out a long sighing death rattle as her body went limp. “I’ll take that as a no.” Nadia said happily and continued stripping her victim.
***
Elin: True crime author researching her new book.
Lyssia: Off duty cop looking for answers.
Making her way back towards the house Nadia found Elin and Lyssia standing by the nine wooden stakes Nadia herself had placed to display her trophies during the last round of killings.
“It’s just like I imagined!” Elin exclaimed. “It’s just too bad they took the jackets down, I would have loved to have seen them in person.”
Lyssia shook her head. “There is something deeply wrong with you.”
“Oh, come on. It’s research!”
They turned as Nadia approached. “Ah, the psychic’s assistant, any chance you could tell me who the killer is once Karen has a chat with Casper?” She said playfully.”
“Oh, please,” Elin scoffed. “That stuff is all make believe.”
Nadia fought to hide her smile. “Doubt all you want, but I promise you, Karen will know the name of the killer before dawn.” You all will.
***
Playing her part Nadia helped Karen set up her crystals, circles and other seemingly random objects. Once everything was in place Karen sat down in the center and began to meditate—or nap, Nadia still wasn’t sure. “I’m gonna go kill some time,” Nadia said, smiling down at her boss. “I’ll be back for you later.”
With Karen occupied for the next few hours Nadia went looking for some entertainment and it didn’t take long for things to get interesting. As she rounded a corner Nadia came face to face with a surprised and embarrassed Trine, the gorgeous Asian girl yelped and tried to cover herself with her unzipped jacket which was the only thing she was wearing. “Expecting someone else?” Nadia teased.
“Yes, I mean no…” Trine said awkwardly. “Siri is waiting in the bedroom, I was just…”
Eying the toy knife in Trine’s hand Nadia nodded and smiled knowingly. “Right, so you’re the big bad killer and she’s your helpless victim, is that it?”
“Uh… yeah. She’s tied to the bed and…” Trine shuffled and looked down at her feet. “Look, I know it’s weird, but she loves this stuff and-”
Nadia held up a hand. “I’m not judging, in fact it sounds kinda hot,” she bit her lower lip. “Maybe I can help you make this a night she’ll never forget.”
“W-what did you have in mind?”
***
Siri was abuzz with anticipation as she lay tied spread eagled to the large, comfy bed. She was naked save for her jacket that she’d kept for warmth while she waited, any minute now Trine would enter and make Siri’s dreams come true.
Finally! Siri thought as Trine entered—naked except for a ski mask and her own jacket—with a knife in her hand. The knife was fake, Siri knew, but it looked surprisingly real. “W-what do you want from me?” She said, staying in character.
The masked girl raised the knife. “Oh, I’m sure you can imagine,” She growled in a deep tone, disguising her voice.
“Wait! Come on… I’m naked and helpless,” Siri said, doing her best to sound desperate despite her rising excitement. “Are you sure you just want to kill me? I mean… use your imagination…”
“Well, since you put it that way,” Trine said as she climbed onto the bed and slowly unzipped Siri’s jacket to reveal her naked breasts and rock hard nipples underneath. “I suppose can consider it your last request.”
“Oh! My! f***ing! God!” Siri panted as she squirmed in ecstasy beneath her lover. Trine had unzipped her own jacket, but like Siri had kept it on, and was vigorously licking Siri’s dripping wet pussy. Raising her head slightly Siri could see the knife lying on her flat belly, the blade cold against her skin. Trine looked up at her and giggled, but didn’t stop what she was doing.
Just as Siri was about to cum Trine rose up and grabbed the knife, holding it high and looked down at her lover. “Yes!” Siri screamed. “Do it now!”
“As you wish,” the masked girl said and plunged the dagger down between Siri’s naked breasts.
Siri arched her back and cried out, straining against her bindings as the orgasm washed over her. “That…” she panted. “That was unbelievable, Trine.”
Trine tossed the toy knife aside and took of her mask, smiling brilliantly from behind her sweat matted hair. “I’m glad,” she said breathlessly. “But it’s not over yet.”
Twisting to look past Trine Siri could see the door slide open, Nadia stepped in wearing nothing but a smile and a large knife. “Oh…” Siri said slowly. “I like where this is going.”
“I thought you might,” Trine said as Nadia climbed up behind her and wrapped her arms around the Asian beauty, grabbing a handful of boob with one hand and placing the knife against Trine’s throat with the other. “No,” Trine giggled. “We’re the killers, she’s the victim.”
Nadia tried her best to keep a straight face, but couldn’t stop a wolfish smile from creeping onto her face. “Sorry sweetie,” she whispered in Trine’s ear. “I work alone.”
Trine’s gasp descended into a panicked gurgle as the blade bit into her soft throat, her hands came up to clutch at the wound, but blood seeped between her fingers at astonishing rate. The dying girl’s body twitched and spasmed, grinding against Nadia’s naked body while Siri looked on in growing alarm.
“T-Trine? How did you…” Siri’s eyes widened. “No… this can’t be happening… What the fuc-!”
Letting Trine fall on top of her lover Nadia lunged forward and covered Siri’s nose and mouth with her hands before she could call for help. The bound girl’s eyes bulged, first in outrage, then panic as the implications set in.
Turning her head as far as she could in Nadia’s grip Siri managed to meet Trine’s eyes as they lay dying side by side. Moving sluggishly and awkwardly Trine managed to put one hand on her lover’s face in a final caress before letting out a gurgling death rattle.
Nadia held her grip on Siri even as she was grinding against Trine’s still twitching body. As Siri suffocated Nadia’s own breathing grew heavy and rapid. “So,” Nadia panted as she approached climax. “How does fantasy stack up to reality?”
Siri’s muffled response was intelligible, but her face told of conflicting emotions. She glared up at her killer, but in her last moment’s her body quivered in a final orgasm. Siri’s squirming faded along with the light in her eyes and before long she was staring sightlessly up at Nadia. Releasing her grip Nadia allowed herself to shift her full focus to pleasuring herself, she lay down on top of her victims and surrendered herself to pleasure.
***
Elin’s eyes widened in alarm as Lyssia barged trough the front door with a pistol in her hand. “Whoa! What the hell Lyssia? Put that down before you-”
“The killer’s here,” Lyssia interrupted.
“Look, I know you want to find the person responsible for your friends death, but there is no way the killer is still here,” Elin said gently. “Why would he stick around in the middle of-”
“Stine’s dead.”
Elin’s mouth dropped open. “What? How?”
“Not sure,” Lyssia admitted, her gaze sweeping the room. “Poison or an overdose if I had to guess.”
“So it might have been an accident…” Elin said hopefully. “Maybe-”
Lyssia met her eyes evenly. “Someone striped the body, her jacket is gone.”
“f**k!”
“What’s wrong?” Nadia asked as she came around the corner with a spring in her step.
“The killer is here!” Elin exclaimed.
“Are you sure it’s her?” Nadia asked.
“Yeah, Lyssia found-” Elin began.
“Her?” Lyssia demanded. “We never revealed to the public that the killer was a woman.”
“Are you sure?” Nadia said, seeming slightly rattled. “I could have sworn I heard that on the news…”
Lyssia’s eye’s narrowed on the cute blonde. “What’s that on your jacket? Almost looks like a blood stain.”
Nadia opened her mouth to speak, then hesitated. “Uh… yeah, it’s a funny story actually… you see…” her eyes darted from side to side as she fumbled for words. “sh*t!” Nadia turned and bolted down the hall.
Lyssia met Elin’s look of confusion then took of after the apparent killer.
“Yeah, you go get her, I’ll be… uh… right behind you.” Elin lied, already searching for a place to hide.
***
“This place gives me the creeps,” Benedicte said as she eyed the hunting trophies that filled the large room. “Can’t we do this somewhere else?”
“Oh, come on,” Aina said. “It’s not that bad, it’s just a bunch of dead animals.”
Benedicte stared at her and shook her head. “First, yeah, dead animals freak me out,” she said with annoyance. “Second, the old timey weapons covering the walls don't help! I mean seriously, is that a harpoon? Why would you even have a harpoon in a mountain cabin?”
“Whatever,” Aina said with exasperation. “Let’s just get the footage and-”
Both girls turned as Nadia burst into the room, slammed the door and locked it behind her. The newcomer turned and jumped at the sight of them, clearly surprised.
“You okay?” Benedicte asked with concern.
“I… uh…” Nadia began, then hesitated a moment before continuing. “I need your help! The killer is right behind me!”
“Sure it’s not just a ghost conjured up by your friend Karen?” Aina teased. “Come on, did you really think we’d fall for-”
Splinter’s flew and a loud thud filled the room as the blade of an axe appeared only inches from Nadia’s head as she stood with her back to the door.
***
Discarding her axe Lyssia gave what was left of the door one final kick sending to the floor in pieces. Nadia waited beyond having apparently armed herself as best she could. Bringing a harpoon to a gun fight? Lyssia thought, smiling with grim amusement. The weapon was no threat with the distance between them, but it would be a valid excuse for the use of lethal force. This is for you Ella, you deserved better.
“It’s over, Nadia!” Lyssia growled as she raised her weapon. “Any last words?”
Nadia nodded. “Now!”
“Wha-?” Lyssia exclaimed as she was tackled from behind. Someone—Benedicte by the look of her jacket—wrapped their hands around Lyssia from behind and pulled her weapon down. “No! What are you doing?”
Aina stepped into view holding a camera. “Great job Benedicte! You got her, we’re gonna be famous!” She glanced over at Nadia. “What are you waiting for? Knock her out!”
Lyssia felt a shiver go down her spine as Nadia grinned at her. No, no, no! She twisted and turned, trying desperately to break free, but Benedicte was surprisingly strong. “You don’t understand! Nadia’s the k-!”
Moving with surprising speed Nadia dashed forward and drove the harpoon into Lyssia’s belly with enough force to pierce her body, impaling both her and Benedicte and pin them both to the wall.
Lyssia grunted in pain and surprise and tried once more to raise her weapon as Benedicte’s hands fell away, but her strength failed her and the gun dropped from her fingers. She gasped in pain and grasped the metal shaft that had so effortlessly pierced her body and tugged at it even though she knew she couldn’t hope to pull it out. Blood flowed freely from the wound creating a large red stain around the hole in her jacket and trickled down her legs into her winter boots. “Fu-” she coughed, feeling the coppery taste of blood on her lips. “f***ing idiots.”
“Oh my god!” Aina screamed. “What did you do?”
“Oops,” Nadia said, shrugging theatrically. “Must have tripped.”
Benedicte stood pinned against the wall, her face drawn in a mask of pain and confusion. “A-Aina… help… me,” she gasped, leaning back against the wall for support.
“Th-the g… the gu-” Lyssia choked out as her head began to lull forward.
“What?” Aina said, rushing over to the two dying girls. “I don’t understand!”
Nadia bent down and picked up Lyssia’s gun. “I think she was trying to get you to grab the gun,” Nadia said, squeezing of two rounds and striking Aina in the belly. “But who knows.”
Aina collapsed down onto all fours. “W-why?” She stammered without raising her head. “Why are you doing this? We would have shared the credit with you, we could have captured the killer together.”
“M-moron,” Lyssia said, the word barley more than a sigh as she slumped forward. She choked and gurgled weakly for a few moments, then went still, her body bent forward and held partially up by the harpoon.
Benedicte remained upright, supported by the wall behind her, but there was no life in her unblinking gaze.
“I was going to do the traditional bad girl monologue and stuff,” Nadia said, rolling her eyes. “But I fear it would go over your head.”
Aina rose to her knees, her pleading eyes locking on Nadia’s own. “A-am I dying?”
“No,” Nadia said, examining the girls wounds. “Those weren’t kill shots.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, trust me, I have some experience in the area,” She said, leveling her gun at Aina’s chest. “This is a kill shot.”
Aina’s burgundy jacket offered no protection against and the bullet struck true, piercing her heart and knocking her down onto her back. She took a three desperate gasping breaths fell still with a long, drawn out sigh.
Taking her time Nadia stripped off Aina’s jacket and boots, making sure to explore her body thoroughly as she did. Once it was done she turned her attention to the other two victims and tilted her head to the side. Getting them down would be more trouble than it’s worth, I’ll just cut their clothes off instead, she decided. “I need to find a knife or something, you two stick around, okay?” She said, giggling to herself as she left.
***
sh*t! sh*t! sh*t! Elin moved as fast and silently as she could, she’d peeked out once the fighting stopped hoping to get a quote from Lyssia, but the girl was not exactly in a condition to be interviewed. I can’t be the only one left, can I? She thought with despair.
Elin gasped in shock, then almost laughed in relief as she found Karen kneeling on the floor surrounded by her mystical junk, she was still alive!
“Wake up!” Elin hissed, shaking the unresponsive girl. “Whatever you’re doing, I f***ing guarantee this is more important!”
Karen’s eyes popped open. “Nadia!” She cried. “The spirits told me Nadia’s the killer!”
“No sh*t!” Elin nearly screamed at her. “Stine is dead and I just saw her kill Lyssia, Benedicte and Aina.”
“W-what about the Trine and Siri?” Karen asked, clearly shaken.
Elin shook her head. “I don’t know…”
“Wait, wait, wait!” Nadia said from the doorway. “That spiritual sh*t actually works? You can really talk to ghosts? Maybe I should have paid attention to your bulls**t after all.”
“Don’t shoot!” Elin said, seeing the gun in her hand.
“Really? That’s the best you got?” Nadia scoffed. “I would have expected something a bit more original from an author.”
Elin glared at her. “I don’t work well at gun point,” she said in a huff. “How about you just put that down? It’s not like you’re going to shoot us.”
“Oh?” Nadia said, amused. “You’re sure about that, are you?”
“Kinda,” Elin said, swallowing nervously. “I studied your kills, you like to be creative. Shooting us both so soon after Aina would be boring to you.” I hope.
Nadia chuckled. “I’m open to suggestions…”
“Let me interview you, for my book,” Elin said earnestly. “Anonymously of course.”
A thoughtful look came over the blonde killer. “Alright, but we don’t really need her for that,” she said, gesturing towards Karen.
“W-what?” Karen stammered, eyes wide in alarm. “Nadia, please! After all the time we spent together, we-”
“Don’t remind me,” Nadia said, waving her off. “All that time posing as your assistant, listening to you prattle on and on.”
“You can’t just kill her!” Elin protested without thinking. Of course she can, she’s already killed over a dozen people.
Nadia nodded slowly and tossed a to Elin who caught reflexively. “Fine, you do it.”
“What?!” Elin and Karen exclaimed in unison.
“I need to be sure you don’t reveal my identity,” Nadia said with a shrug. “If you’re an accomplice you are far less likely to rat me out.”
Elin stared down at the knife, the blade looked like it had been cleaned in a hurry and still had a few bloodstains on the blade. sh*t, that doesn’t bode well for Siri and Trine.
“Well?” Nadia demanded.
“I-I can’t,” Elin stammered.
“I’m gonna kill her anyway,” Nadia said conversationally. “At least this way you could make it quick for her. Think of it as research for your book.”
“I’ll do it!” Karen said suddenly and lunged for the knife. “I’m not dying today!”
Elin snatched the knife back and backhanded the brunette across the face sending her sprawling down onto her belly. Before Karen could recover Elin leapt onto her lower back and drove the knife into her back with a savage cry, the fine fabric of her black jacket parting effortlessly as the blade pushed trough. Karen cried out in pain and squirmed beneath her, but Elin could only sit there staring at her bloodied hands. “Oh, god. What did I do?” Tears welled up as she looked down at Karen, then up at Nadia. “Y-you said it would be quick.”
“I said it could be quick,” Nadia said, rolling her eyes. “I’m not the one with the knife, now am I?”
“R-right,” Elin said numbly. “I’m so sorry, Karen,” she whispered as she pulled the blade free and plunged it into the wounded girl’s heart with all her might. Karen grunted, her arms flailing for a moment, then she fell still with a deep sigh.
Elin sat shaking on top of her as she heard Nadia walk up behind her. “So…” Elin said slowly. “Is this the part where you shoot me anyway?”
“Thought about it,” Nadia admitted. “But no, you’ll have your interview.”
“And then I can leave?”
Nadia laughed. “Sure. Now help me strip her, would you?”
***
“Is all this really necessary?” Elin asked as Nadia finished her preparations. The killer had insisted on ‘setting the mood’ as she called it before doing the interview. Apparently that meant gathering the jackets of her victims and nailing them to the walls of the room before bringing in the girls themselves, all naked save for their boots. As she stood on her small, rickety stool with a noose around her neck—and her hands behind her back—Elin looked around at the assembled bodies and realized she was most likely going to die.
Seemingly satisfied with her work Nadia sat down on the large couch between the bodies of Trine and Siri and put her arms around their shoulders. “Which part?”
“The room I get, it fits your M.O,” Elin said gesturing with her head. “But I thought we had a deal, is the noose really necessary? If I fall…”
“Then don’t fall,” Nadia said with a smug smile. “Let’s get started.”
Nadia proved surprisingly forthcoming, leaving Elin with the distinct impression that she wasn’t going to live to tell the tale.
“Any more questions?” Nadia asked as she glanced at the large clock adorning one of the walls. The was flanked by a pair of bloody jackets belonging to Trine and Siri.
“Just the big one,” Elin said, licking her lips. “Why?”
“I get that a lot,” Nadia mused. “The first set of girls, they all thought the killer was hiding among them, you should have seen the last one’s face when I took of the mask. I’ll tell you what I told her, I do this because it is fun.”
“You’re crazy,” Elin sighed. “Just another psycho, I suspected as much, but it’s still a bit disapoin-” Nadia’s gun barked and the stool wobbled beneath Elin’s feet.
“Yes!” Nadia exclaimed. “Got it on the first try. One leg down, three to go… although, I suppose the stool might collapse before then… lets find out!”
Elin’s heart hammered in her chest. “But, we had a deal!”
The gun barked once more and Elin cringed at the sound of splintering wood. “Oh, yeah…” Nadia said. “I wouldn’t want to be known as a liar, now would I?”
“Yes!” Elin agreed. “I mean no! You know what I mean!” The gun barked once more and the stool collapsed, Elin yelped and gasped as she fell, but she didn’t hit the floor. The noose bit into her neck, cutting of her air. She kicked wildly looking for something, anything to put her feet on, but there was only air.
“Then again,” Nadia continued. “Who are you gonna tell?”
Elin trashed and jerked, but all she succeeded in doing was burning trough what little air she had left. Before long she felt herself grow weaker, her movements reduced to twitches and sluggish, weak kicks. A line of drool fell from the corner of her mouth down onto her jacket clad breasts. As the world faded away Elin was dimly aware of people rushing into the room, she thought she should know who they were, but her mind was filled with fog. For a short moment she felt like she was falling, then the world went black.
***
Nadia looked up as the armed police officers burst into the room, after quickly assessing the odds she dropped her gun and tried to look as innocent as is possible when sitting in a room filled with naked corpses. “Can I help you officers?”
“You are under arrest,” the lead officer said sternly.
“On what charge?”
He balked and glanced around the room. “How about a half a dozen charges of murder just to get us started?”
“And one count of attempted murder by the looks of it,” another officer said, looking up from where Elin was being lowered onto the floor. “I think she’ll be okay.”
“Damn it,” Nadia said with a pout. “Any chance you’d let me finish her off?”
The cops all turned to glare at her.
“What? I was just asking.” She shook her head and crossed her arms. “How did you find me anyway?”
“One of your victims—Benedicte—tweeted your location before she died along with the hash tag #impaled, which is now trending.”
Nadia blinked. “She… she tweeted that after I…” she shook her head in disbelief. “I’m not even mad, thats impressive.”
The End.
Don't worry though, other than spoiling the ending of the first story this one works just fine by itself.
The ancient floor boards creaked as Aina followed the others into the old house nestled between the snowcapped mountains of Norway. Only months had passed since the massacre, but the house was well and truly abandoned. It had caused quite the stir in the media of course, but with the killer presumed to have frozen to death in the wilderness while trying to escape most people quickly lost interest. Some however could not resist the lure of a mystery.
Benedicte: Ambitious youtuber and aspiring journalist.
Aina: Benedicte’s assistant and photographer.
Siri: Thrill seeker.
Trine: Siri’s girlfriend.
“What a sh*t hole,” Benedicte said dejectedly. “When they said it belonged to a billionaire I expected… well… not this.”
“Yeah,” Aina agreed. “It’s kinda run down, isn’t it?”
“Drafty too,” Trine added. “We better keep our jackets on.”
“Or,” Siri purred, hugging Trine from behind. “We’ll have to generate some body heat.”
“Get a room you two,” Aina said, shaking her head. “I mean, seriously…”
“Sounds like a plan!” Siri responded, tugging at her girlfriend’s arm. “Let’s go Trine.”
“How can they even think about sex in a place like this?” Benedicte said in disbelief as the two lovers raced off.
“Everyone has their kinks,” Aina said with a shrug. According to Trine Siri liked to roleplay as a serial killer’s victim and Trine played along to keep her lover happy, doing it a the site of an actual murder was featured prominently on Siri’s bucket list.
“I guess,” Benedicte conceded. “Still though, seems kinda disrespectful if you ask me,” Benedicte said.
“Is it any worse than what we’re doing?” Aina asked. “We’re here to make money off the killings after all.”
“No! We are here to expose the truth,” Benedicte protested. “We owe it to our viewers.”
“So we are donating the add revenue from this one then?” Ania said with a knowing smile.
“Well… I mean… we do need to keep the lights on, don’t we?” Benedicte said sheepishly. “Fine! But at least we are better than those two ghost hunting idiots.”
“I’m a Medium, not a ghost hunter,” Karen said with exaggerated patience. “And once I commune with the dead I’ll know what really happened here that night. Let’s set up over there and…” Karen trailed off in confusion, looking around the room. “Where did my assistant run off to?”
Karen: Medium.
“She went out to talk to the driver,” Aina said. “Bringing her coffee, I think.”
“Ah,” Karen said, nodding. “I suppose there is no harm in that.”
***
Nadia: Karen’s assistant.
Stine: The driver.
“Bored yet?” Nadia asked as she approached the van with a pair of steaming cups of coffee.
“Nah,” Stine said. “I got a good signal and a netflix subscription, it’s all good.”
Nadia looked around at the endless expanse of snow that surrounded them. “You could come inside…”
“Yeah… no.” Stine said with determination. “Even if that house wasn’t a closed crime scene it would still be the site of a massacre, I’m not going anywhere near that place.”
Nadia raised her eyebrows in mock alarm. “Afraid the killer might return from his frozen grave?” She said with an overly dramatic tone.
“You joke,” Stine said with a chuckle. “But don’t come crying to me when you all get axe murdered.”
“Fair enough,” Nadia said with a light laugh. “But you know… if I was the killer I’d take out everyones means of escape first, meaning you and the van would be my first target.”
“Well, then I guess it’s a good thing you’re…” Stine frowned down at her coffee. “What’s in this, it tastes a bit off.”
Nadia sighed. “I know, sorry about that,” she said shaking her head. “You would not believe how hard it is to get your hands on a flavorless poison. I thought maybe hiding it in coffee would mask the taste, but I guess not.”
“Nadia, that’s not funny, I…” Stine shook her head and put a hand to her mouth. “I don’t feel so good.”
“The good news is, that will pass.” Nadia said brightly.
“W-why…?” Stine gasped as she leaned against the van, the coffee spilling onto the white snow.
“Really?” Nadia demanded as the brunette rolled onto her back in the soft white snow and started to convulse, her eyes wide in panic. “I literally just spelled it out for you! Were you even listening to me?”
Stine’s booted feet drummed against the ground and her hands twitched uselessly. She raised her head and opened her mouth as if to speak—probably to beg for mercy if Nadia’s experience was anything to go by—but only managed a few gagging sounds before white foam spilled down her chin and onto her pink down jacket. As her strength faded her head fell back and she lay staring up at the blue winter sky, her eyes losing focus even as she twitched and spasmed in her final moments.
As her victim took her last shaky breath’s Nadia bent down and unzipped her pink down jacket to reveal a tight white sweater underneath. “Normally I’d wait for you to die before looting you, but it’s kinda cold out here so I’m going to speed this up a bit, is that okay with you?” Stine shot her a quick glare of pure malice before letting out a long sighing death rattle as her body went limp. “I’ll take that as a no.” Nadia said happily and continued stripping her victim.
***
Elin: True crime author researching her new book.
Lyssia: Off duty cop looking for answers.
Making her way back towards the house Nadia found Elin and Lyssia standing by the nine wooden stakes Nadia herself had placed to display her trophies during the last round of killings.
“It’s just like I imagined!” Elin exclaimed. “It’s just too bad they took the jackets down, I would have loved to have seen them in person.”
Lyssia shook her head. “There is something deeply wrong with you.”
“Oh, come on. It’s research!”
They turned as Nadia approached. “Ah, the psychic’s assistant, any chance you could tell me who the killer is once Karen has a chat with Casper?” She said playfully.”
“Oh, please,” Elin scoffed. “That stuff is all make believe.”
Nadia fought to hide her smile. “Doubt all you want, but I promise you, Karen will know the name of the killer before dawn.” You all will.
***
Playing her part Nadia helped Karen set up her crystals, circles and other seemingly random objects. Once everything was in place Karen sat down in the center and began to meditate—or nap, Nadia still wasn’t sure. “I’m gonna go kill some time,” Nadia said, smiling down at her boss. “I’ll be back for you later.”
With Karen occupied for the next few hours Nadia went looking for some entertainment and it didn’t take long for things to get interesting. As she rounded a corner Nadia came face to face with a surprised and embarrassed Trine, the gorgeous Asian girl yelped and tried to cover herself with her unzipped jacket which was the only thing she was wearing. “Expecting someone else?” Nadia teased.
“Yes, I mean no…” Trine said awkwardly. “Siri is waiting in the bedroom, I was just…”
Eying the toy knife in Trine’s hand Nadia nodded and smiled knowingly. “Right, so you’re the big bad killer and she’s your helpless victim, is that it?”
“Uh… yeah. She’s tied to the bed and…” Trine shuffled and looked down at her feet. “Look, I know it’s weird, but she loves this stuff and-”
Nadia held up a hand. “I’m not judging, in fact it sounds kinda hot,” she bit her lower lip. “Maybe I can help you make this a night she’ll never forget.”
“W-what did you have in mind?”
***
Siri was abuzz with anticipation as she lay tied spread eagled to the large, comfy bed. She was naked save for her jacket that she’d kept for warmth while she waited, any minute now Trine would enter and make Siri’s dreams come true.
Finally! Siri thought as Trine entered—naked except for a ski mask and her own jacket—with a knife in her hand. The knife was fake, Siri knew, but it looked surprisingly real. “W-what do you want from me?” She said, staying in character.
The masked girl raised the knife. “Oh, I’m sure you can imagine,” She growled in a deep tone, disguising her voice.
“Wait! Come on… I’m naked and helpless,” Siri said, doing her best to sound desperate despite her rising excitement. “Are you sure you just want to kill me? I mean… use your imagination…”
“Well, since you put it that way,” Trine said as she climbed onto the bed and slowly unzipped Siri’s jacket to reveal her naked breasts and rock hard nipples underneath. “I suppose can consider it your last request.”
“Oh! My! f***ing! God!” Siri panted as she squirmed in ecstasy beneath her lover. Trine had unzipped her own jacket, but like Siri had kept it on, and was vigorously licking Siri’s dripping wet pussy. Raising her head slightly Siri could see the knife lying on her flat belly, the blade cold against her skin. Trine looked up at her and giggled, but didn’t stop what she was doing.
Just as Siri was about to cum Trine rose up and grabbed the knife, holding it high and looked down at her lover. “Yes!” Siri screamed. “Do it now!”
“As you wish,” the masked girl said and plunged the dagger down between Siri’s naked breasts.
Siri arched her back and cried out, straining against her bindings as the orgasm washed over her. “That…” she panted. “That was unbelievable, Trine.”
Trine tossed the toy knife aside and took of her mask, smiling brilliantly from behind her sweat matted hair. “I’m glad,” she said breathlessly. “But it’s not over yet.”
Twisting to look past Trine Siri could see the door slide open, Nadia stepped in wearing nothing but a smile and a large knife. “Oh…” Siri said slowly. “I like where this is going.”
“I thought you might,” Trine said as Nadia climbed up behind her and wrapped her arms around the Asian beauty, grabbing a handful of boob with one hand and placing the knife against Trine’s throat with the other. “No,” Trine giggled. “We’re the killers, she’s the victim.”
Nadia tried her best to keep a straight face, but couldn’t stop a wolfish smile from creeping onto her face. “Sorry sweetie,” she whispered in Trine’s ear. “I work alone.”
Trine’s gasp descended into a panicked gurgle as the blade bit into her soft throat, her hands came up to clutch at the wound, but blood seeped between her fingers at astonishing rate. The dying girl’s body twitched and spasmed, grinding against Nadia’s naked body while Siri looked on in growing alarm.
“T-Trine? How did you…” Siri’s eyes widened. “No… this can’t be happening… What the fuc-!”
Letting Trine fall on top of her lover Nadia lunged forward and covered Siri’s nose and mouth with her hands before she could call for help. The bound girl’s eyes bulged, first in outrage, then panic as the implications set in.
Turning her head as far as she could in Nadia’s grip Siri managed to meet Trine’s eyes as they lay dying side by side. Moving sluggishly and awkwardly Trine managed to put one hand on her lover’s face in a final caress before letting out a gurgling death rattle.
Nadia held her grip on Siri even as she was grinding against Trine’s still twitching body. As Siri suffocated Nadia’s own breathing grew heavy and rapid. “So,” Nadia panted as she approached climax. “How does fantasy stack up to reality?”
Siri’s muffled response was intelligible, but her face told of conflicting emotions. She glared up at her killer, but in her last moment’s her body quivered in a final orgasm. Siri’s squirming faded along with the light in her eyes and before long she was staring sightlessly up at Nadia. Releasing her grip Nadia allowed herself to shift her full focus to pleasuring herself, she lay down on top of her victims and surrendered herself to pleasure.
***
Elin’s eyes widened in alarm as Lyssia barged trough the front door with a pistol in her hand. “Whoa! What the hell Lyssia? Put that down before you-”
“The killer’s here,” Lyssia interrupted.
“Look, I know you want to find the person responsible for your friends death, but there is no way the killer is still here,” Elin said gently. “Why would he stick around in the middle of-”
“Stine’s dead.”
Elin’s mouth dropped open. “What? How?”
“Not sure,” Lyssia admitted, her gaze sweeping the room. “Poison or an overdose if I had to guess.”
“So it might have been an accident…” Elin said hopefully. “Maybe-”
Lyssia met her eyes evenly. “Someone striped the body, her jacket is gone.”
“f**k!”
“What’s wrong?” Nadia asked as she came around the corner with a spring in her step.
“The killer is here!” Elin exclaimed.
“Are you sure it’s her?” Nadia asked.
“Yeah, Lyssia found-” Elin began.
“Her?” Lyssia demanded. “We never revealed to the public that the killer was a woman.”
“Are you sure?” Nadia said, seeming slightly rattled. “I could have sworn I heard that on the news…”
Lyssia’s eye’s narrowed on the cute blonde. “What’s that on your jacket? Almost looks like a blood stain.”
Nadia opened her mouth to speak, then hesitated. “Uh… yeah, it’s a funny story actually… you see…” her eyes darted from side to side as she fumbled for words. “sh*t!” Nadia turned and bolted down the hall.
Lyssia met Elin’s look of confusion then took of after the apparent killer.
“Yeah, you go get her, I’ll be… uh… right behind you.” Elin lied, already searching for a place to hide.
***
“This place gives me the creeps,” Benedicte said as she eyed the hunting trophies that filled the large room. “Can’t we do this somewhere else?”
“Oh, come on,” Aina said. “It’s not that bad, it’s just a bunch of dead animals.”
Benedicte stared at her and shook her head. “First, yeah, dead animals freak me out,” she said with annoyance. “Second, the old timey weapons covering the walls don't help! I mean seriously, is that a harpoon? Why would you even have a harpoon in a mountain cabin?”
“Whatever,” Aina said with exasperation. “Let’s just get the footage and-”
Both girls turned as Nadia burst into the room, slammed the door and locked it behind her. The newcomer turned and jumped at the sight of them, clearly surprised.
“You okay?” Benedicte asked with concern.
“I… uh…” Nadia began, then hesitated a moment before continuing. “I need your help! The killer is right behind me!”
“Sure it’s not just a ghost conjured up by your friend Karen?” Aina teased. “Come on, did you really think we’d fall for-”
Splinter’s flew and a loud thud filled the room as the blade of an axe appeared only inches from Nadia’s head as she stood with her back to the door.
***
Discarding her axe Lyssia gave what was left of the door one final kick sending to the floor in pieces. Nadia waited beyond having apparently armed herself as best she could. Bringing a harpoon to a gun fight? Lyssia thought, smiling with grim amusement. The weapon was no threat with the distance between them, but it would be a valid excuse for the use of lethal force. This is for you Ella, you deserved better.
“It’s over, Nadia!” Lyssia growled as she raised her weapon. “Any last words?”
Nadia nodded. “Now!”
“Wha-?” Lyssia exclaimed as she was tackled from behind. Someone—Benedicte by the look of her jacket—wrapped their hands around Lyssia from behind and pulled her weapon down. “No! What are you doing?”
Aina stepped into view holding a camera. “Great job Benedicte! You got her, we’re gonna be famous!” She glanced over at Nadia. “What are you waiting for? Knock her out!”
Lyssia felt a shiver go down her spine as Nadia grinned at her. No, no, no! She twisted and turned, trying desperately to break free, but Benedicte was surprisingly strong. “You don’t understand! Nadia’s the k-!”
Moving with surprising speed Nadia dashed forward and drove the harpoon into Lyssia’s belly with enough force to pierce her body, impaling both her and Benedicte and pin them both to the wall.
Lyssia grunted in pain and surprise and tried once more to raise her weapon as Benedicte’s hands fell away, but her strength failed her and the gun dropped from her fingers. She gasped in pain and grasped the metal shaft that had so effortlessly pierced her body and tugged at it even though she knew she couldn’t hope to pull it out. Blood flowed freely from the wound creating a large red stain around the hole in her jacket and trickled down her legs into her winter boots. “Fu-” she coughed, feeling the coppery taste of blood on her lips. “f***ing idiots.”
“Oh my god!” Aina screamed. “What did you do?”
“Oops,” Nadia said, shrugging theatrically. “Must have tripped.”
Benedicte stood pinned against the wall, her face drawn in a mask of pain and confusion. “A-Aina… help… me,” she gasped, leaning back against the wall for support.
“Th-the g… the gu-” Lyssia choked out as her head began to lull forward.
“What?” Aina said, rushing over to the two dying girls. “I don’t understand!”
Nadia bent down and picked up Lyssia’s gun. “I think she was trying to get you to grab the gun,” Nadia said, squeezing of two rounds and striking Aina in the belly. “But who knows.”
Aina collapsed down onto all fours. “W-why?” She stammered without raising her head. “Why are you doing this? We would have shared the credit with you, we could have captured the killer together.”
“M-moron,” Lyssia said, the word barley more than a sigh as she slumped forward. She choked and gurgled weakly for a few moments, then went still, her body bent forward and held partially up by the harpoon.
Benedicte remained upright, supported by the wall behind her, but there was no life in her unblinking gaze.
“I was going to do the traditional bad girl monologue and stuff,” Nadia said, rolling her eyes. “But I fear it would go over your head.”
Aina rose to her knees, her pleading eyes locking on Nadia’s own. “A-am I dying?”
“No,” Nadia said, examining the girls wounds. “Those weren’t kill shots.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, trust me, I have some experience in the area,” She said, leveling her gun at Aina’s chest. “This is a kill shot.”
Aina’s burgundy jacket offered no protection against and the bullet struck true, piercing her heart and knocking her down onto her back. She took a three desperate gasping breaths fell still with a long, drawn out sigh.
Taking her time Nadia stripped off Aina’s jacket and boots, making sure to explore her body thoroughly as she did. Once it was done she turned her attention to the other two victims and tilted her head to the side. Getting them down would be more trouble than it’s worth, I’ll just cut their clothes off instead, she decided. “I need to find a knife or something, you two stick around, okay?” She said, giggling to herself as she left.
***
sh*t! sh*t! sh*t! Elin moved as fast and silently as she could, she’d peeked out once the fighting stopped hoping to get a quote from Lyssia, but the girl was not exactly in a condition to be interviewed. I can’t be the only one left, can I? She thought with despair.
Elin gasped in shock, then almost laughed in relief as she found Karen kneeling on the floor surrounded by her mystical junk, she was still alive!
“Wake up!” Elin hissed, shaking the unresponsive girl. “Whatever you’re doing, I f***ing guarantee this is more important!”
Karen’s eyes popped open. “Nadia!” She cried. “The spirits told me Nadia’s the killer!”
“No sh*t!” Elin nearly screamed at her. “Stine is dead and I just saw her kill Lyssia, Benedicte and Aina.”
“W-what about the Trine and Siri?” Karen asked, clearly shaken.
Elin shook her head. “I don’t know…”
“Wait, wait, wait!” Nadia said from the doorway. “That spiritual sh*t actually works? You can really talk to ghosts? Maybe I should have paid attention to your bulls**t after all.”
“Don’t shoot!” Elin said, seeing the gun in her hand.
“Really? That’s the best you got?” Nadia scoffed. “I would have expected something a bit more original from an author.”
Elin glared at her. “I don’t work well at gun point,” she said in a huff. “How about you just put that down? It’s not like you’re going to shoot us.”
“Oh?” Nadia said, amused. “You’re sure about that, are you?”
“Kinda,” Elin said, swallowing nervously. “I studied your kills, you like to be creative. Shooting us both so soon after Aina would be boring to you.” I hope.
Nadia chuckled. “I’m open to suggestions…”
“Let me interview you, for my book,” Elin said earnestly. “Anonymously of course.”
A thoughtful look came over the blonde killer. “Alright, but we don’t really need her for that,” she said, gesturing towards Karen.
“W-what?” Karen stammered, eyes wide in alarm. “Nadia, please! After all the time we spent together, we-”
“Don’t remind me,” Nadia said, waving her off. “All that time posing as your assistant, listening to you prattle on and on.”
“You can’t just kill her!” Elin protested without thinking. Of course she can, she’s already killed over a dozen people.
Nadia nodded slowly and tossed a to Elin who caught reflexively. “Fine, you do it.”
“What?!” Elin and Karen exclaimed in unison.
“I need to be sure you don’t reveal my identity,” Nadia said with a shrug. “If you’re an accomplice you are far less likely to rat me out.”
Elin stared down at the knife, the blade looked like it had been cleaned in a hurry and still had a few bloodstains on the blade. sh*t, that doesn’t bode well for Siri and Trine.
“Well?” Nadia demanded.
“I-I can’t,” Elin stammered.
“I’m gonna kill her anyway,” Nadia said conversationally. “At least this way you could make it quick for her. Think of it as research for your book.”
“I’ll do it!” Karen said suddenly and lunged for the knife. “I’m not dying today!”
Elin snatched the knife back and backhanded the brunette across the face sending her sprawling down onto her belly. Before Karen could recover Elin leapt onto her lower back and drove the knife into her back with a savage cry, the fine fabric of her black jacket parting effortlessly as the blade pushed trough. Karen cried out in pain and squirmed beneath her, but Elin could only sit there staring at her bloodied hands. “Oh, god. What did I do?” Tears welled up as she looked down at Karen, then up at Nadia. “Y-you said it would be quick.”
“I said it could be quick,” Nadia said, rolling her eyes. “I’m not the one with the knife, now am I?”
“R-right,” Elin said numbly. “I’m so sorry, Karen,” she whispered as she pulled the blade free and plunged it into the wounded girl’s heart with all her might. Karen grunted, her arms flailing for a moment, then she fell still with a deep sigh.
Elin sat shaking on top of her as she heard Nadia walk up behind her. “So…” Elin said slowly. “Is this the part where you shoot me anyway?”
“Thought about it,” Nadia admitted. “But no, you’ll have your interview.”
“And then I can leave?”
Nadia laughed. “Sure. Now help me strip her, would you?”
***
“Is all this really necessary?” Elin asked as Nadia finished her preparations. The killer had insisted on ‘setting the mood’ as she called it before doing the interview. Apparently that meant gathering the jackets of her victims and nailing them to the walls of the room before bringing in the girls themselves, all naked save for their boots. As she stood on her small, rickety stool with a noose around her neck—and her hands behind her back—Elin looked around at the assembled bodies and realized she was most likely going to die.
Seemingly satisfied with her work Nadia sat down on the large couch between the bodies of Trine and Siri and put her arms around their shoulders. “Which part?”
“The room I get, it fits your M.O,” Elin said gesturing with her head. “But I thought we had a deal, is the noose really necessary? If I fall…”
“Then don’t fall,” Nadia said with a smug smile. “Let’s get started.”
Nadia proved surprisingly forthcoming, leaving Elin with the distinct impression that she wasn’t going to live to tell the tale.
“Any more questions?” Nadia asked as she glanced at the large clock adorning one of the walls. The was flanked by a pair of bloody jackets belonging to Trine and Siri.
“Just the big one,” Elin said, licking her lips. “Why?”
“I get that a lot,” Nadia mused. “The first set of girls, they all thought the killer was hiding among them, you should have seen the last one’s face when I took of the mask. I’ll tell you what I told her, I do this because it is fun.”
“You’re crazy,” Elin sighed. “Just another psycho, I suspected as much, but it’s still a bit disapoin-” Nadia’s gun barked and the stool wobbled beneath Elin’s feet.
“Yes!” Nadia exclaimed. “Got it on the first try. One leg down, three to go… although, I suppose the stool might collapse before then… lets find out!”
Elin’s heart hammered in her chest. “But, we had a deal!”
The gun barked once more and Elin cringed at the sound of splintering wood. “Oh, yeah…” Nadia said. “I wouldn’t want to be known as a liar, now would I?”
“Yes!” Elin agreed. “I mean no! You know what I mean!” The gun barked once more and the stool collapsed, Elin yelped and gasped as she fell, but she didn’t hit the floor. The noose bit into her neck, cutting of her air. She kicked wildly looking for something, anything to put her feet on, but there was only air.
“Then again,” Nadia continued. “Who are you gonna tell?”
Elin trashed and jerked, but all she succeeded in doing was burning trough what little air she had left. Before long she felt herself grow weaker, her movements reduced to twitches and sluggish, weak kicks. A line of drool fell from the corner of her mouth down onto her jacket clad breasts. As the world faded away Elin was dimly aware of people rushing into the room, she thought she should know who they were, but her mind was filled with fog. For a short moment she felt like she was falling, then the world went black.
***
Nadia looked up as the armed police officers burst into the room, after quickly assessing the odds she dropped her gun and tried to look as innocent as is possible when sitting in a room filled with naked corpses. “Can I help you officers?”
“You are under arrest,” the lead officer said sternly.
“On what charge?”
He balked and glanced around the room. “How about a half a dozen charges of murder just to get us started?”
“And one count of attempted murder by the looks of it,” another officer said, looking up from where Elin was being lowered onto the floor. “I think she’ll be okay.”
“Damn it,” Nadia said with a pout. “Any chance you’d let me finish her off?”
The cops all turned to glare at her.
“What? I was just asking.” She shook her head and crossed her arms. “How did you find me anyway?”
“One of your victims—Benedicte—tweeted your location before she died along with the hash tag #impaled, which is now trending.”
Nadia blinked. “She… she tweeted that after I…” she shook her head in disbelief. “I’m not even mad, thats impressive.”
The End.