Under a Thunder Moon (11 page)

              “Here she goes Jenny,” April said, and then she flopped down on the couch next to Jenny to watch Katrina’s performance.

             
“When I was back there in seminary
school…”
Jim Morrison said, as Katrina acted it out saying it along with him.

              “There was a person there who put forth the proposition… That you can petition the Lord with prayer… Petition the Lord with prayer… Petition the Lord with prayer…”

              During the caesura Katrina began to tremble like a road side minister in a tent revival on a hot summer night. The crack of thunder echoed outside. The lights flickered in the apartment. Then she shouted along with Jim Morrison…

“You cannot petition the Lord with prayer!”

27

             
Jim flung open the cabin door
with the force of an F5 Hurricane. He was holding a knife. He stomped angrily towards Alyssa. The light of the cabin swung with the rocking of the boat. Alyssa thought it made what was happening to her seem more like a nightmare that she couldn’t wake up from.

              “It is time Alyssa,” Jim said.

             
“Oh God… Oh God! Please Jim no,” Alyssa begged.

             
“Shut up bitch! You ain’t gonna change my mind about this shit.”

              Jim swung the knife down and cut the rope off of Alyssa’s right hand, and sliced her with it. Then cut the left side too. He quickly cut the rope from her ankles. Alyssa tried to curl up to protect herself and held her butchered right hand close to her.

              “Don’t you try and play games with me Alyssa. You knew this shit storm was coming as soon as you fucked around with that scumbag Trailer Park.”

             
“I’m sorry Jim,” Alyssa whimpered, “I am so sorry.”

             
“Yeah you’re sorry bitch… You’re sorry you got fucking caught! How many other guys have you fucked since you been with me? Huh slut?! It doesn’t matter now, because now I am going to finish this shit.”

              Jim grabbed a handful of Alyssa’s bleached blonde hair, and dragged her naked, mutilated, and blood streaked body up on to the deck of
The Bitter End
. He dropped her down hard with a kick to the stomach. Right in front of Trailer Park, who was dangling helplessly off the side of
The Bitter End
.

             
“Tyler!” Jim said, “It is good to see you have come aboard ye filthy bilge rat.”

             
“Arragh!” Tyler grunted in a Pirates voice, “I wouldn’t want to miss this Capt’n.”

             
“Now where’s the rum!”

             
“Right here Jim,” Mike said, and then he passed Jim the bottle.

              Jim took a healthy swig out of the bottle then passed it to Tyler. Jim looked down at Alyssa as she lay naked on the deck. Alyssa looked back up at Jim and became even more terrified when she saw that sinister grin flash across his face. She knew he had just improvised a new devilish idea.

              “I was just thinking,” Jim said to Mike and Tyler, “How about we all take a stab at this here wench, and then I’ll blow her damn fool brains out.”

             
“That sounds like a damn good idea,” Mike said. Then he pulled out a knife and handed it to Jim. “I believe the first cut should be yours.”

             
Jim took the knife and knelt down on his left knee. Alyssa attempted to curl into a fetal position to protect herself.

              Jim began to sing the chorus of
Satisfied
…

“You done me wrong… Now there is only one way to put things right…

That’s with you dead and gone… That’s the only way I’ll be satisfied.”

             
“You know Alyssa,” Jim said, “The more you try and fight this. The harder and more painful it is going to be. So keep on fighting baby! Feel the pain! Hey Trailer Park get a good look at this mother-fucker, because you’re next!”

              “No Jim don’t!” Paul cried out, “Don’t do this Jim!”

              Jim sliced Alyssa on her right side. Then he plunged the knife deep into Alyssa’s gut. Her scream echoed across the ocean and faded into the wind.

             
Jim handed the knife to Tyler. He sliced Alyssa twice across the back then stabbed her in the ass cheek.

              “Hey Tyler,” Mike said, “Talk about tearing her a new asshole.”

             
The Howlers all laughed.

              Alyssa cried and shouted for them to stop. Paul begged for them to stop too.  Mike took the knife, and kicked Alyssa until she was looking face up at him. Mike’s evil grin looked down at her as he plunged the knife quickly into both of her thighs, and then sliced her right breast.

              “Alright guys,” Jim said, “I am going to need a moment alone with Alyssa, but don’t worry Trailer Park… you can still hang around.”

             
“Sure enough Jim,” Mike said, “we’ll be down in the cabin. Give us a holler when you’re ready.”

             
“Sounds good,” Jim said.

              Jim pulled Alyssa up by her hair until she was sitting upright against the boat. She was trembling, her body in shock from the stab wounds, her mind in shock that her life will soon be over.

              “You know Alyssa,” Jim said, “I had envisioned this moment a lot differently then how things have gone down tonight. I saw us alone in the Pine Barrens under the full thunder moon. Then I planned to blow your brains out with a .38, and burn your wretched remains. A poetic ending to this tragic love triangle you’ve created. Only it didn’t go that way…”

              “Everything today has been like a cool free-form Jam. I have just been playing a guitar solo over a groove I didn’t know, and had no other choice but to flow with it. Murder is like music. You have your structure, but then you have to let go and let the song, or in this case the murder be what it is going to be. Well Alyssa I suppose it doesn’t matter to you now does it?”

             
Alyssa didn’t answer. She just gazed up at Jim with her eyes half opened. She was losing a lot of blood and getting weaker. Jim pulled out the .38 pistol. Alyssa’s eyes opened wide with fear.

              “No Jim! No Jim! Please stop!”

              Paul’s cries reverberated out along the ocean, but it did not stop Jim from pressing the barrel of the gun to Alyssa’s forehead. Alyssa’s body shuddered with an icy chill when she heard the metallic click of the pistol being cocked.

              Jim looked into Alyssa’s eyes. He wanted to remember the pain he was causing her, and to savor this moment of revenge. Jim’s shadow hung heavy over her. He was illuminated by the full moon breaking through the gathering storm clouds. Jim pushed the barrel harder into her forehead. Slowly… he began to squeeze the trigger.

28

             
Jim pulled the trigger
that released the bullet, which penetrated Alyssa’s head with an explosive pop. Her blood splattered with bits of brain on to the deck of
The Bitter End
. Paul lost his grip and splashed down into the ocean. Thunder rumbled above them as the wind blew harder. The choppy waves of the ocean currents rocked the boat.

              Jim called out to Mike and Tyler, “Come on up, and bring the weights, and the machete.” Jim reached over the side of the boat and pulled Paul up out of the water.

              “Come on Trailer Park,” Jim said, “Hang in there. This show isn’t over yet.”

             
“Jim, you shot her… You shot Alyssa.”

             
“That’s right Trailer Park I shot her and now she’s dead.” Jim tossed the gun into the water. “Now I’m gonna kill you next mother fucker, and you see that gun I just dropped in the water Paul? You are going to be wishing in a couple of minutes that I kept that gun to blow your brains out too.”

              Mike and Tyler stretched out Alyssa’s lifeless naked body out on the deck of the boat. Jim picked up the machete and began to hack off Alyssa’s hands and feet. With the precision of a NASCAR Pit Crew they dismembered Alyssa. They weighted down her body parts, and sank them into the dark water. Everything went overboard accept her head.

              “Alright Trailer Park now you,” Jim said, “That is unless you would like to try and make a swim for it.”

              Lightning flashed across the sky as Paul looked up at Jim. He was covered in Alyssa’s blood and holding the machete. Mike and Tyler dragged Paul kicking and screaming onto the blood soaked deck of
The Bitter End
.

29

             
Paul fought against
Mike and Tyler, but they overpowered him. They were drunk with bloodlust, and he was weak. Paul’s arms were tired from treading water, hanging on to the boat, being stabbed in the shoulder, blasted with the stun gun, beat down, and cracked in the face with the butt of his own gun. Paul was also in shock from watching the gruesome horror-show of his could have been girlfriend Alyssa savagely hacked to pieces.

              Paul howled with pain when Jim hammered a nail through his right wrist and pinned his hand to the deck.  Mike held down Paul’s left arm, while Tyler held Paul’s legs. Jim took another nail and hammered it through his left wrist. Paul attempted to fight, but each time Jim brought the hammer down it shook his whole body with pain.

             
Jim moved down to Paul’s right ankle and hammered two nails through it, pinning it to the deck. He then did the same to Paul’s left ankle too. Sprawled out on the deck Paul began to black out.

              Jim slapped Trailer Park in the face and said, “Don’t even think of passing out ya rat bastard. I am gonna get medieval on you mother-fucker. Tyler get this buzzard some water to wake him up.”

              Tyler dropped a bucket of water down on Trailer Park. The wave crashed like a tsunami in his face. Paul tried to move only the nails in his limbs kept him in place. As he yanked on them that movement sent shockwaves threw his nervous system. Another bucket of water hit Trailer Park making him twitch and howl. Jim took Alyssa’s severed head and placed it next to Trailer Park so he could look into to her vacant dead eyes.

              “Hey Trailer Park,” Jim said, “If you ever start to forget why this shit is happening to you just take a look at Alyssa and ask her to remind you.”

              Thunder cracked and lightning pulsed throughout the storm clouds that now hid the full moon. The boat rocked violently as waves splashed against the side of the boat.

              “Hey Jim looks like that storm is just about on us now.”

             
“It sure does Mike,” Jim said. He took a long drink out of the bottle of rum and passed it to Tyler.

              Jim lit a cigarette and slowly let out the smoke. He knelt down above Trailer Park. “The storm is here. Are you ready Paul? The storm has come to take your rotten soul.”

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Paul’s mind raced like a wounded
fox caught in a steel trap. He couldn’t move, because it caused him pain. He wanted to move. Hell he wanted to run faster then a cheetah across the water and back to the island, but couldn’t. Paul watched and waited bracing himself for what would happen next.