The Greatest Serial Killer in the Universe by Robert T. Jeschonek Page B
Authors: Robert T. Jeschonek
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your cherry, " Luther whispered to Boraf. " It ' s now or never. "
" Cherry? " puffed Boraf.
Stepping forward, Luther grabbed hold of one of Boraf ' s tentacles and pulled the ' Zoid along with him. The other alien kept shuffling toward them, apparently unconcerned.
" Hello, friend, " said Luther with a cheery grin. " Wonderful night, isn ' t it? "
The approaching ' Zoid bobbled its head from side to side but made no reply. Luther wasn ' t surprised, as Boraf was one of the few locals who understood and spoke English.
The ' Zoid made a burbling sound through its forehead blowhole and kept coming. Pulling Boraf along by the tentacle, Luther moved to one side to let the unsuspecting creature pass.
Then, as the ' Zoid wobbled by, Luther swept a leg through the mass of tentacles supporting it. The alien made a noise like the yelp of a poodle and fell forward, its tentacles and fluid-filled bulbs slapping the street like a mop slapping a floor.
Boraf hung back until Luther yanked it forward by the tentacle. " It ' s showtime, " he said, wrapping the tentacle around the hilt of the knife. " Time for baby ' s first step. "
" No kill, " said Boraf, its voice shrill. " Ectozoid no kill Ectozoid. "
Boraf tried to unwind its tentacle from the knife hilt, but Luther clamped both hands down hard around it. Arthritis pain lanced his fingers and wrists, but he held on tight. " Brace yourself, " he said. " You ' re about to make history. "
Then, he wrenched the knife and tentacle forward, punching the point of the blade through the biggest bulb south of the ' Zoid victim ' s head. As the tip penetrated, both Boraf and the victim squealed like punctured balloons.
Luther had to struggle to keep the knife moving, as Boraf continued to pull back. Gritting his teeth, the Earthling pressed the weapon deeper into the victim ' Zoid ' s bulb, then inched the blade upward, opening a gash.
Inky fluid streaked with yellow milk rose from the wound and splashed out onto the street. Luther forced the knife to the top of the bulb, then withdrew it, keeping Boraf ' s tentacle cinched around the hilt.
" Ta-da! " said Luther. " You did it, Boraf! Your first kill! Way to go! "
Pain shot through his wrists and fingers again, and Luther had to relax his grip for an instant. He loosened his hold on the tentacle and knife just enough to flex his aching joints the tiniest bit.
It was all the opening Boraf needed to free itself. Suddenly yanking backward, the alien jolted itself out of Luther ' s grasp.
At first, Luther was so surprised and irritated that he didn ' t notice the tentacle wasn ' t the only thing that had slipped away from him. " Hey! " he snapped. " Get back here! "
Luther realized what was missing from his hand just a heartbeat before he saw the object flashing toward him, wrapped in Boraf ' s tentacle.
The knife. Luther had let go of the knife.
While he wasn ' t worried that Boraf would hurt him, Luther instinctively ducked away from his client. Boraf lunged forward, aiming for the wounded ' Zoid in the street.
Making a sound like a squealing automobile tire, Boraf raised the knife high and brought it down, stabbing the blade into the victim ' s head-bulb. As pink milk rushed from the puncture, Boraf hoisted the knife back out and up and thrust it down into the head-bulb again.
And again. And again.
And again.
Luther could not believe his eyes. Boraf stabbed with abandon, then slashed the head-bulb into shreds...and took the knife to the rest of the victim ' s body.
The dead ' Zoid ' s fluids sprayed Luther, splattered everywhere. Slimy bits of dead Ectozoid flew through the air, blobs of jelly sticking where they landed. Boraf was a whirlwind of motion, gouging and hacking, ripping the corpse to pieces with the blade.
Then, the ' Zoid stopped cutting. Boraf made a sound like someone hawking up phlegm, then shuddered violently and dropped the knife.
Without hesitation, Luther bolted over and grabbed the weapon. Jumping back,
" Cherry? " puffed Boraf.
Stepping forward, Luther grabbed hold of one of Boraf ' s tentacles and pulled the ' Zoid along with him. The other alien kept shuffling toward them, apparently unconcerned.
" Hello, friend, " said Luther with a cheery grin. " Wonderful night, isn ' t it? "
The approaching ' Zoid bobbled its head from side to side but made no reply. Luther wasn ' t surprised, as Boraf was one of the few locals who understood and spoke English.
The ' Zoid made a burbling sound through its forehead blowhole and kept coming. Pulling Boraf along by the tentacle, Luther moved to one side to let the unsuspecting creature pass.
Then, as the ' Zoid wobbled by, Luther swept a leg through the mass of tentacles supporting it. The alien made a noise like the yelp of a poodle and fell forward, its tentacles and fluid-filled bulbs slapping the street like a mop slapping a floor.
Boraf hung back until Luther yanked it forward by the tentacle. " It ' s showtime, " he said, wrapping the tentacle around the hilt of the knife. " Time for baby ' s first step. "
" No kill, " said Boraf, its voice shrill. " Ectozoid no kill Ectozoid. "
Boraf tried to unwind its tentacle from the knife hilt, but Luther clamped both hands down hard around it. Arthritis pain lanced his fingers and wrists, but he held on tight. " Brace yourself, " he said. " You ' re about to make history. "
Then, he wrenched the knife and tentacle forward, punching the point of the blade through the biggest bulb south of the ' Zoid victim ' s head. As the tip penetrated, both Boraf and the victim squealed like punctured balloons.
Luther had to struggle to keep the knife moving, as Boraf continued to pull back. Gritting his teeth, the Earthling pressed the weapon deeper into the victim ' Zoid ' s bulb, then inched the blade upward, opening a gash.
Inky fluid streaked with yellow milk rose from the wound and splashed out onto the street. Luther forced the knife to the top of the bulb, then withdrew it, keeping Boraf ' s tentacle cinched around the hilt.
" Ta-da! " said Luther. " You did it, Boraf! Your first kill! Way to go! "
Pain shot through his wrists and fingers again, and Luther had to relax his grip for an instant. He loosened his hold on the tentacle and knife just enough to flex his aching joints the tiniest bit.
It was all the opening Boraf needed to free itself. Suddenly yanking backward, the alien jolted itself out of Luther ' s grasp.
At first, Luther was so surprised and irritated that he didn ' t notice the tentacle wasn ' t the only thing that had slipped away from him. " Hey! " he snapped. " Get back here! "
Luther realized what was missing from his hand just a heartbeat before he saw the object flashing toward him, wrapped in Boraf ' s tentacle.
The knife. Luther had let go of the knife.
While he wasn ' t worried that Boraf would hurt him, Luther instinctively ducked away from his client. Boraf lunged forward, aiming for the wounded ' Zoid in the street.
Making a sound like a squealing automobile tire, Boraf raised the knife high and brought it down, stabbing the blade into the victim ' s head-bulb. As pink milk rushed from the puncture, Boraf hoisted the knife back out and up and thrust it down into the head-bulb again.
And again. And again.
And again.
Luther could not believe his eyes. Boraf stabbed with abandon, then slashed the head-bulb into shreds...and took the knife to the rest of the victim ' s body.
The dead ' Zoid ' s fluids sprayed Luther, splattered everywhere. Slimy bits of dead Ectozoid flew through the air, blobs of jelly sticking where they landed. Boraf was a whirlwind of motion, gouging and hacking, ripping the corpse to pieces with the blade.
Then, the ' Zoid stopped cutting. Boraf made a sound like someone hawking up phlegm, then shuddered violently and dropped the knife.
Without hesitation, Luther bolted over and grabbed the weapon. Jumping back,
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