Derailing Bedlam: Courting of the Killers Part 3 #fiction #adventure

As usual, here is your warning that this story has cursing, sex (not graphic), innuendo, and violence.  It’s my Rated-R action adventure called Derailing Bedlam.  This is the fourth outing (third official) for Cassidy and Lloyd, so feel free to click on one of the two covers to see how it started.  Each one is 99 cents!

Cover by Jon Hunsinger

Cover Art by Jon Hunsinger

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Having left Amarillo to clean up the mess, Lloyd easily tracks down Katie to the weaponry car. Watching her through the window, he considers leaving her alone, but quickly notices that she is shivering. Pushing on the door, the serial killer finds that it has been locked from the inside. Knowing that he would get in trouble for kicking it down, he goes between the cars and climbs up to the roof. With the train moving slow enough that the wind is very weak, Lloyd gradually crawls across the top and clambers down to the other entrance. Peeking inside, he notices that Katie is watching the other side of the room. Gently opening it, he immediately ducks behind a gunrack and avoids getting hit by a dart. The projectile pings off the next car and returns to get stuck in the door frame. Two more shots come through the shelves, neither of them finding their target.

“Did I really have to tell you to leave me alone?” Katie asks as she drops the gun. Rubbing her arms, she takes a seat on a footlocker that is marked flammable. “It’s not easy to think about what happened when you’re in front of me. Just go back to the room and we’ll talk about it once I cool down. Are you listening to me?”

“Yes, but I was having trouble with this button,” Lloyd replies before waving his undershirt like it is a flag of surrender. Stepping into the open, he is wearing nothing more than black socks and a pair of silk boxers with a female superhero on the back. “Figured this would make us even since you’re stuck in your underwear. Although, your lingerie looks a lot better than what I’ve got on. Guess this is part of the problem. You’re fairly high society and classy while I’m middle class at best. Is that what you were worrying about?”

“Honestly, I like your taste in boxers and have a few that I wear for comfort,” the warlord admits, unable to hide her smile at the silly gesture. She rubs at one of her garters, her thumb making a circle around the clip. “I don’t know what got into me. Some of the other guests did question us being together. Always thought I was nothing more than a small-scale warlord, but it seems I built up my empire and reputation to famous proportions. People expect me to be a member of the new nobility, which is strange since this country was created in an attempt to get away from the royals. Bet you Yanks are regretting that one. Anyway, they said you were a wild animal and I was only with you because of a girlish desire to tame you.”

“Well, that’s just foolishly correct,” the grinning man replies as he sits across from her. He leans against a stack of cardboard boxes that are oddly warm to the touch. “I’m not exactly the model of stability, so anyone who wants a relationship with me has two choices. You either go along for the ride or you work to temper me. I’m well aware of that fact. If it means anything, this is the closest I’ve been to a real relationship in my life. I want to keep trying even if I fail miserably at romance.”

With a sigh, Katie gets off her perch and stretches her arms over her head. “It was a glorious disaster. Who am I kidding? The whole mess was hilarious and more memorable than if you got everything right. I’m a bloody bitch for letting my own fears get the best of me. You make me smile and laugh, which is more important than surprise flowers. Maybe I’m just wondering where all of this is going. With you always getting into fights and traveling with Cassidy, I worry that we don’t really have a future.”

“Those are oddly girly thoughts from the woman who won me over with violence.”

“I have a right to give in to my feminine urges at times.”

“That didn’t come out right.”

“Not in any way.”

“Eh, we have a lifetime together to get it right.”

“And what does that mean?”

Determined to say exactly what is on his mind, Lloyd is about to stand when he feels a clip pulling on his boxers and carefully stops to detach himself. Taking a deep breath and stretching, he playfully hops over to Katie and takes her hands in his. She blushes when he stares into her eyes, the redness in her cheeks getting darker as his attention wanders down her entire body. The serial killer smiles when she does the same thing to him, an impish curl to her lips making his heart skip a beat. Enjoying the silence and blossoming lust, the couple continue ogling each other and moving in an attempt to entice the other into making a move.

Lloyd opens his mouth to speak, but his first word comes out as a grunt and he abruptly collapses to the floor. Standing behind him is a scrawny man wearing a golden thong and holding a dented flask. The stranger’s skin is covered in grease, which Katie can tell is because he came in through a hole in the wall. He carefully steps over the still body and forces the warlord to back away. Knowing that she needs a weapon, she looks around for an unlocked cabinet or a box that is marked for something other than explosives. Spotting an open crate of handguns, Katie kicks the man in the knee and leaps for the box. She curses when she pulls out a pistol that has no magazine, but she grabs another and holds them by the muzzles in order to bludgeon her attacker.

“All I have to do is break your arms because you don’t need them for what I plan on doing to you,” the man says with a lecherous smile. He leans away when she lunges forward and swings at his face. “Love the feisty ones because they’re fun to break. No way to get in trouble too because I have friends in high places. Even a woman like you wouldn’t win in a battle of he said, she said. Your skin looks very creamy. The tits are a little smaller than what I usually enjoy playing with, but beggars can’t be choosers.”

“You picked the wrong woman to attack, you rancid arse,” Katie growls while backing away from the man. Stepping over Lloyd, she licks her lips and waits for her enemy to stand over the prone figure. “Only reason you’re still alive is that I’m deciding on how to kill you. Beat your skull into pulp? Puncture your aortic artery? There are so many choices since you’re exposed and determined to rape instead of kill. Both of us need to get close to each other, but my goal can be accomplished by one bloody slash. Then again, you look like someone who can only last half a second. Just a slimy, pathetic piece of shite.”

“You don’t have to be conscious for me to have my fun,” the man growls while pulling a stun gun out of the back of his thong. He turns it on and gradually moves towards his victim, who stands her ground. “One zap and you’re all mine. Going to work you over nice and good too. I want to make sure your boyfriend is disgusted by the very sight of you. That’s an added bonus for people like me.”

“This is why I go out of my way to kill creatures like you,” Lloyd sighs as he stands up between the man and Katie. Snatching the stun gun in one swift motion, he jams it into the rapist’s eye. “I’m rather torn here. It would be seen as chivalrous to tear you apart since you threatened the woman I love. Yet, she’s more than capable of defending herself and might take offense of me acting on her behalf. Are you okay with me doing the killing instead of you, honey?”

Katie throws the empty guns away and takes a seat on a crate as she replies, “You said you loved me, so I’m going to bask in that knowledge. Besides, I really didn’t want to get any blood and guts on my lingerie. Murder away, lover.”

With a toothy smile, Lloyd grabs his victim’s wrist and wrenches the arm until the man is leaning forward. Jumping in the air and pushing down, he dislocates the shoulder and follows up with a kick that snaps the limb at the elbow. Gripping the rapist’s jaw from behind, he spins the greasy man and twists to break another bone. A quick thumb to the throat stops his enemy from attacking while he searches for a weapon. Finding nothing that stirs his imagination, Lloyd sighs and settles for delivering a charging takedown. Hopping back to his feet, the greasy serial killer pauses to fix a bandage on his arm and yawn. Already bored with the fight, he waits for the rapist to roll over before stomping on the man’s lower back. Grinding his heel and maintaining the pressure, he grabs his flailing victim’s head and pulls up sharply. A loud crack signifies a severed spine and stops most of the struggling, which ends entirely with a vicious twist that breaks the neck. To Lloyd’s surprise, the rapist is still breathing and he is about to finish the job when Katie wanders over. She holds an empty rifle like a golf club and repeatedly swings it as hard as she can into her attacker’s groin until he stops twitching.

“It’s a nice change of pace to kill as a couple,” Lloyd admits as he kisses his girlfriend on the cheek. Noticing the grease and blood on his body, he politely ducks away from her attempt at a hug. “Sorry, but I need to clean up before we have that much contact. As you said, I don’t want to ruin that sexy number. Not unless you give me permission to passionately rip it off. So, now what do we do?”

“Go back to the room and take a shower, but not a cold one. I’m just going to clean up here,” Katie coos while putting the rifle away. She watches as Lloyd hurries to unlock the door and sprints out of the car, the urge to follow him making her squirm. “Now, what kind of man hires a rapist to bring a couple closer together? Definitely not a gentleman like you claim to be, Mr. Amarillo. Then again, this infamous cocksucker has been on my hit list for a while, so it’s nice to have a hand in eliminating him.”

“You have my apologies, but I knew this bastard wouldn’t pose a true threat,” the young man states as he enters from the other door. He takes out his dented flask, but simply tosses the container through the hole in the wall. “Besides, you asked me to do whatever I thought would help your relationship. Romance didn’t work at all because that isn’t either of your styles. Not when it’s forced. You mentioned being with Lloyd is like taming a wild animal, but you’re not exactly domesticated yourself. Both of you are deadly predators, so I thought joining each other on a hunt would help get the truth into the open.”

“And what truth is that?”

“For all of his jokes and psychotic behavior, he loves you.”

“My crazy is a perfect match for his crazy.”

“Is that what he said?”

“No, but I know that’s what he was going to say. It’s what I would have said too.”

“Go back to your room and I’ll clean up here.”

“Thank you and we’ll talk in two days about our trade deal.”

“Why not tomorrow?”

Katie licks her lips and reaches over to run her finger along Amarillo’s throat, which makes him shiver. Without a word, the warlord walks away and whistles a tune that reminds the young man of a popular strip club in Illinois. Knowing not to pry into his new client’s private life, he merely chuckles and watches her leave. After making it look like another of his business rivals murdered the greasy man, Amarillo pulls out a pad and dagger-shaped pen. After tapping the implement on his tongue, he jots down a note to send Katie a basket of chocolate strawberries in the morning.

“Definitely worth sneaking onto this train, sis,” he whispers to himself. Satisfied with his work, he heads out the door and returns to the party.

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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9 Responses to Derailing Bedlam: Courting of the Killers Part 3 #fiction #adventure

  1. L. Marie says:

    Oh my word! What a scene! I don’t know where to begin the discussion. Perhaps with “My crazy is a perfect match for his crazy.” Katie is a true piece of work. Not to mention the efficient Amarillo.

    I’m not sorry about what happened to the greasy jerk. He should have known better than to monologue.

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  2. Sis who? Loved the action, Charles. Spine break, neck break, and heaven knows what with the rifle. Yup, he’s dead Jim.

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