Big Sky Country Killer Sample

April In December

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          Franklin had no idea who he might pick as a victim until he had breakfast with Tommy Winters.  All he knew was he needed to kill again.  The itch to do so was almost unbearable.  Since Konnor Williams also had graduated with Tommy's wife April, who better to help further entice Konnor back to Kingfisher.  Once he realized the killings were going to continue with or without him living in Kingfisher, maybe he would come back from Billings, Montana  for a final reckoning.  After all, ultimately, Franklin planned on making Konnor his last victim from Kingfisher County.  After that, Franklin would be able to find victims away from this tiny burg.

 

          The tiny house Franklin watched with his Bushnell binoculars sat at the end of a long, winding driveway.  The driveway entrance was just a quarter mile north of Kingfisher Creek along a dirt road that skirted the west side of Kingfisher Cemetery.  The driveway wound along the edge of the trees lining the north shore of the creek.  A small, old wood siding house built probably eighty years ago, looked as though it had a single bedroom.

          Franklin knew where Tommy lived because last summer, Tommy had taken Konnor’s place when Konnor and his girlfriend Janet Hardgrove left for “vacation”.  A ruse to cover their move to Billings.  Their driller Charlie Jacobs would pick Tommy up at his house on their way to the drilling rig.  He found out when he murdered Janet's Sorority Sister Michelle Richards in August, Konnor and Janet had no intention of returning.

          From where Franklin stood against a tree in the darkness of night, one side of the house and the front door both were both visible.  Franklin watched as April's lover Dave Jefferson left the house and walked to his pickup truck.  He drove within twenty feet of Franklin on his way out.  Franklin slid around to the backside of the large cottonwood tree he had been leaning against as Dave drove by.

          “Well, well, Miss April, looks like ol’ Dave warmed that well used pussy of yours up for me,” Franklin said to the dark night as he watched her step back into the house and close the front door after seeing Dave off.  Franklin chuckled at the double entendre of his thoughts. “Looks like you definitely saw Dave off.  Now, let’s see if you have room in that pussy for my big dick.”

          After walking boldly up to April’s front door, Franklin knocked.

          “Did you forget something?” April asked as she opened the front door.  She saw Franklin standing in front of her.  “You’re not Dave.”

          “I know, but I am here to get some of what Dave got.”

          “What the hell do you think Dave got?” A defiant April asked.

          Franklin looked April over as she stood with her arms crossed over breasts that were obviously bare under her thin nightshirt.  He took in her toned thighs and tiny, bare feet.  He looked back up at April’s face.

          “You really are beautiful, you know,” Franklin said.

          “Thank you, Franklin.”

          “I didn’t know if you would know me.  Glad a looker like you remembers who I am,”  Franklin said.  He took in April’s body once more with lust filled eyes.

          “Of course I know who you are.  You were the class narc always running to your brother in the Sheriff’s department to tell on partying kids.”

          “I never narced,” Franklin spat out angrily.

          “Maybe not.  But you look every bit as nerdy as you did back in school.”  April ran her hands over the goosebumps on each arm.  Even though it was a warm night for December, the air still had a chill to it.  Franklin didn’t miss the hard nipples poking at the thin cotton material.  April saw where his eyes went.  She stepped back and started to close the door on Franklin.  Franklin stepped forward and pushed the door back into her.  April stumbled backward and landed on her ass.  Her legs momentarily flew apart giving Franklin a nice view of part of what he came here for.

          “What do you want, Franklin?” April asked again from a sitting position on the floor.  Her face had an odd mixture of fear and anger.  The anger began to overtake the fear as Franklin watched.

          Franklin reached down and offered her his hand.  She slapped it away.

          “On the floor it is then,” Franklin said.  He pushed the door shut behind him and turned the deadbolt.  April started to get up.  Franklin pulled his snub nose thirty-eight out of his back pocket.

          “Stay there.  Lie back and spread those legs.  I am going to give that pussy of yours a workout.”

          April started to get up, Franklin placed a foot on her chest and pressed her back down to the floor.  April grabbed Franklin’s foot with both hands.  His response was to press harder.  He pointed his pistol at April’s face.

          “We can do this with you alive or with you dead,” Franklin looked down at her breasts poking at the thin material on both sides of his foot.  His eyes trailed down to where her nightshirt draped between her legs.  He licked his lips.  It was as though he could see through the thin material.  He drew his gaze back to April’s face. “Alive, you might even begin to enjoy the big dick I am going to stuff inside you.  Dead, you sure as hell won’t.  Which way am I going to fuck you?”

          “Alive,” April managed to squeak out.  Fear had taken her voice.

          “Good, now without getting up, remove your shirt.”

April began to cry as she removed her nightshirt once Franklin took his foot off her chest.  She set it aside, covered her breasts with her arms, and laid with her eyes closed.

          “Spread your legs, I want to look at that well used pussy of yours.  At least if I can believe the locker room talk about you, it was well used back in high school.”

          April complied.  She placed a hand down between her legs to cover herself while keeping one arm over her breasts.

          “Uh Uh, let me see those tits and that pussy,” Franklin said.  He leaned down and tapped the barrel of his pistol on April’s forehead.  She opened her eyes to a very close view of the handgun.  She quickly dropped her arms down to the floor on both sides of her body.

          “That’s a good girl,” Franklin said.  He stood up and stepped out of his jeans.  He had gone commando for tonight’s pussy grab.  His dick was hard and ready.

          “Turn over and get on your knees,” Franklin demanded.

          April stared at his hard dick.  Her eyes were wide with fear.  She did as she was told without taking her eyes off Franklin’s erection.

          “I see you like my big dick so much you can’t take your eyes off it.  That’s good.  Maybe you will enjoy this fucking.”

          Franklin dropped to his knees behind April and guided his erection into her.  He shoved himself all the way in.  April grunted but said nothing.

          “Man, this pussy of yours is wet.  Either you liked what you saw of my big dick or Dave didn’t use a condom and I am getting sloppy seconds.  Either way, pussy is pussy.  Just don’t ask me to go down on you.  I’m not a fag.” Franklin laughed then moaned.  “Tommy and Dave must have small dicks considering how tight you are.  I’m enjoying your pussy.  Are you enjoying my dick?”  Franklin asked as he began to pump his way toward an orgasm. 

          April shook her head and tried to lean forward away from Franklin.  Franklin followed her as she ended up flat on the floor.  He stopped moving, leaving himself buried in April.

          “I think you should at least give me a show of enjoying my dick.  If it will help, you can close your eyes and pretend I am Dave buried in your pussy, only with a much bigger and better dick.”

          April closed her eyes.  When Franklin resumed his thrusts she moaned and rolled her pelvis back toward Franklin, hoping a show of enjoying being raped would allow her to live.  He went even deeper in her with the angle she provided.

          “There you go.  Isn’t it much better now?  It feels like I have discovered unused depth.  This is not going to take long,” Franklin said as his breathing sped up as he moved toward orgasm.  He came deep inside April then dropped his full body weight on top of her freeing his arms and hands which had been holding him up off her.  He picked up his pistol with one hand.  With the other hand, he grabbed April’s hair and pulled her head straight back.  She screamed as several hairs were jerked out of her scalp.  Franklin stuck his pistol to her temple and pulled the trigger while she was in mid scream.  He dropped the handgun and grabbed her head with both hands, turning it until he could see her eyes.  He watched life slip out of them.  Once they were blank and staring, he pulled himself out of her and slid off to her side.  He rolled her until she was on her back.  He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.  He pulled his head back, letting the nipple slowly slip out.  He kissed her, forcing her mouth open with his tongue.  He let his tongue explore the inside of her mouth for a few seconds before pulling it out.  He closed her eyelids then sucked the other nipple into his mouth clamping his lips tight before pulling away.

          Franklin got up, put his jeans back on, placed his pistol into his back pocket.  He took a finger and dipped it in the pool of blood beside April’s head.  On the coffee table just to the left of April he wrote 4 konnor with a few more dips of her blood.  He wiped his finger off on April’s discarded nightshirt then, using the tail of his shirt, he opened the door and walked away, leaving the door open.

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          Back at his parents’ house, Franklin took a white, prepaid postcard out of a zipper pocket in his suitcase.  He used his left hand to write ‘4 konnor’ on the back of the card.  Being right handed,  he reasoned using his left hand would not allow his hand writing to be matched with the bloody messages left behind for Konnor at each murder scene and on the subsequent postcards.  On the front he had already written Konnor’s address before he had left Boston to spend his holiday break in Kingfisher.

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          The next morning, Franklin went to the post office and dropped the postage paid postcard into the drive up drop box.  He drove away with a smile at the thought of Konnor's and Janet’s reactions when they received the postcard.  Since the first one came soon after Michelle’s murder, he assumed they would be smart enough to call the Sheriff’s office to see if this postcard followed another ‘4 konnor’ murder.