Bloody Legends

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I was born and raised in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, where I still live. I'm a journalist working with something else for a living. I had never thought of being an author until the day my sister came up with the idea. When I did it, I found out I really enjoyed it.

Master Stephen King inspires my writing. I love the horror genre, especially the stories that involve suspense, mystery, crime and situations that can often happen in real life: stories full of violence, gory, crossed by taboos, and scary vicious characters that make you want to keep your lights on at night.


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Daniel Cooper is a vicious serial killer who sees his most sadistic and morbid fantasies come forth in a compulsive desire to perpetrate the most violent and gory murder crimes staging famous urban legends.

Chapter 1 - Skinned Tom
 

After an extremely tedious shift as a doctor in the emergency room, where the climax of the day was a young man who had been hit by a car and was seriously injured, I started to think about what was happening to that city. Oakville was by no means a metropolis, but it was far from a bucolic town like the one where I lived when I was a child.
I walked to the parking lot and was about to get in the car when my cell phone rang. I perked up thinking that some tragedy could have happened, and finally make my day more interesting. I answered without looking and discovered it was Tom in his usual friendly style.
“Hey, good to find you. You have no idea who’s in town.”
I tried to disguise my total lack of interest.
“No, but I believe you will tell me.”
“Wow Daniel, you never change,” he says, virtually disappointed at my reply. “But I’ll let you know. Pete will be in town this weekend and he wants to see us. I thought it would be fine to meet at the Margaritas. What do you think?”
“Good idea!” I reply, still trying to conceal my indifference.
“Ok, Saturday at nine, then. See you there.”

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I have to admit that Tom had always been very handsome. Since his early teens, he had been successful with girls. In college years, he dated a girl for at most three weeks. Even then, he used to go out with other women at the same time. It happens even today. A genuine heartbreaker. But he never seemed to care about that. So, why should I?
I myself always preferred to go out with whores. They simply provide their services and then leave without any need of involvement other than the sexual act itself. They do not have any expectation of a romantic relationship at all.
That even reminded me of my, we could say, “first time”. The hooker thought she could fool me just because I was young. She thought she would give me a “quickie” and I would pay for it. I had had others much better than her for much less.
I can still see the scene. Both of us leaning against a few boxes in a dark alley. I noticed that the bitch was distracted and the single duty she had then was to care for my pleasure. The whole thing was super fast. When she charged me, I told her to fuck off. If her job was just that, I would not pay and that was it. At that moment, she pulled out a straight razor. I looked straight into her eyes, smiled, took the blade from her hands and slit her throat. Simple as that. All that blood. Too bad I could not take my time to enjoy that moment, but I keep the straight razor until today.

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After a few beers and those endless and boring stories about what each of us was doing, Tom sees three beautiful girls at a table not far from us.
“Hey, look at that! And they are three. We’re lucky, aren’t we?”
“Dude, you won’t settle down, huh? Just told us about a judge you’re interested in,” Pete says, kind of extolling the fact. “Not to mention your girlfriend and the married lover. You’ll end up getting into some kind of trouble.”
They laughed at full blast and I felt I was obliged to participate in that “camaraderie” scene.
“Today I’m your company, with my girlfriend’s permission,” says Tom having fun with the situation. “She even encouraged me to have as much fun as possible along the time Pete is in town. So, let’s talk to those girls, go out with them and I can still get some time to see my other girlfriend tomorrow.”
“This is the man!” says Pete, still impressed at Tom’s feat, kind of paying a reverence to Tom.
We all laughed and followed Tom to the girls’ table and ended the night in a luxurious hotel room in a real orgy fueled by drugs and alcohol.

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Next day, back home, while trying to recover from that damn hangover, I started having flashbacks of that hunt we had done together years before. That wonderful feeling while killing and dissecting that deer, and especially that uncontrollable urge to do that to a person.
I also remembered those stories around the bonfire about urban legends and the strange feeling they aroused. That was the turning point, that was when I began to plan how I would perform my art. I recalled some of the several times that I had killed, but something was still missing.
At that time, I realized that I had ignored the key point to my inspiration: the urban legends. From that moment on I had the idea of killing reproducing some of those legends.
That wouldn’t be so difficult. After all, my “good friend” made it easier to me. I ended up by realizing that Tom would be the perfect candidate. Not only did he have the right name, but his name was exactly the same as the victim’s name of the famous legend: “Tom Skinned”. A handsome guy, a womanizer, who begins dating a married woman.
I planned the necessary changes to my convenience, and I admit, to make sure I could have more pleasure, and started the implementation of that which would be the beginning of a new era for me.

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Thanks to the fact that Tom was always bragging about his adventures, I knew that he and his lover were partners in a renowned law firm. But as she was married, the two left in separate cars and met every Tuesday at Lovers’ Venue to exercise their lust.
The fact that they are well known and have to hide their “romance” made everything easier to me. Nowadays hardly ever does anybody go by the place, especially on Tuesdays. If Tom had accurately described the place where they met, it would be easy for me to carry out my plan.

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I planned everything meticulously for two weeks. Subsequently, on the first Tuesday I wasn’t working, I drove to a roadside motel far away from there, booked a room and paid a hooker for a whole night’s job. I always left a trail wherever I was moving.
I drugged the girl, put on cheap clothes, put a wig and a fake beard, and left through a side window that faced an alley from where I’d come to the back of the motel and I could easily jump over the wall without being seen and reach the street. I took a bus and got off at a deserted bus stop which was about 2 miles after the entry to Lovers’ Venue. I waited until the bus was out of sight and came back walking almost off the road. When I arrived there, I took place behind some trees and waited patiently.

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In the original legend the husband busts the lovers, stabs his wife and then strips Tom’s skin. But the woman does not die and his ghost still haunts the site carrying the knife he himself was skinned with, threatening the young around with the same fate. Of course, my version would be a little different, but much more pleasant. At least to me.

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Lovers’ Venue is the perfect stage to my performance. You need to leave the main road and drive into a narrow road where two cars barely pass, and drive on for about two miles to the point itself.
That whole area, including the roads, is lined by many trees which block any view of the site itself. Ideal for those who do not want to be seen. I took a position behind some trees right next where they would certainly stop their cars and waited.
Shortly later, they arrived. They parked where I thought they would. The woman got out of her car and headed to Tom’s car. She obviously did not want to leave any evidence she was seeing another man.
As soon as she opened the passenger door, I ran up to her, held her from behind and slit her throat. I almost beheaded her. All the blood that splattered made it orgasmic. Too bad it lasted so little. I threw her body aside and got in the car to find Tom completely astonished.
Taking into account that the legend did not explain how Tom was seized, I had to improvise. Within seconds, I lowered the hood I was wearing, took off the wig and the fake beard. I was careful enough to put them in my coat pocket and stared down Tom. I needed him to see me.
“Daniel? What the hell are you doing?”
I just smiled, and stuck my knife vigorously and precisely in his abdomen. It had to be that way. Tom could not die before the skinning, otherwise it would not be fun. I wanted Tom to survive for at least two hours. I had waited a long time for that moment so it just could not last a few seconds only. I smiled again and started to get ready for the best part. All he could say was: “Why? Why?”

###

I took Tom out of the car and dragged him to a more appropriate place for the skinning. He tried to react, but the pain was surely unbearable. He spat blood as he continued babbling: “Why?”
However, despite being prepared, I needed to hurry. I could not allow him to die fast. While he struggled, I tied Tom’s arms to the trees, and then stretched his legs making up an X with his manly body.
I began cutting his clothes until he was completely naked.
“You thought you would have a night of pleasure, didn’t you?” I said wryly. “I’ll be kind to you. I’ll give you what you wanted.”
I took the knife and slowly began to peel the skin from his face. Tom screamed in pain.
I started sliding down the knife into Tom’s chest making small cuts on the way to his penis.
“Do you think she’d still find you handsome?” I asked while moved the knife over Tom’s cock as if I was buttering it. “What would that slut think if I removed all that skin too?”
Tom struggled desperately as he could. He spoke with difficulty, trying to convince me to stop it.
I did not care. Actually, that excited me more and I laughed sadistically while skinning Tom’s penis.
“What do you think about my sending this skin to the slut’s cuckold husband?” I said having fun with the bizarre idea while Tom howled in pain.
At that moment, I noticed that Tom was already very weak and decided to rush to continue skinning elsewhere so I could enjoy as long as possible before he died.
Tom agonized for a while as it was skinned until he finally died. I paused, looked at his lifeless body, then continued until the entire skin had been removed.
When I finished, I packed the skin around the body and slightly walked away to admire my work. I experienced an ecstasy I had never felt before.

###

I knew that Tom always kept a bag with gym clothes in his trunk, so I didn’t need to worry about having soiled mine with his blood. Luckily to me, we have almost the same size.
While I was still rejoicing my work, I took off my bloody clothes and started looking around checking if there was anything left that could somehow identify me.

###

I always carry souvenirs of my achievements. Especially this time, it couldn’t be different. This time was exceptional. A work of art.
I took the wedding ring of the mistress. And a bottle of perfume that Tom always wore. And, of course, I also got my beloved KA-BAR knife still covered with his precious blood.
I put everything in a bag. They will be perfect relics. My favorite ones.
I took a last look at the corpses, especially Tom’s. I admired the perfection of my art. I photographed everything and put the camera along with my other relics.

###

I wiped my hands with a towel, and put on the wig and beard again. I dressed Tom’s clothes. I closed the trunk and put my dirty clothes and toiletry case in the bag. I kept my tennis shoes on until I reached the asphalt, then I changed them for Tom’s.
I know you must be wondering if it is too risky to carry my relics with me. If I get caught I will have all the evidence with me. But there was always the possibility too, even though it was remote, someone would appear while I ran my performance.
Of course I don’t want to get caught, but it is important to keep my treasures close to me.

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On the way back, I tried to walk where there wasn’t much light and when I was at certain distance from Lovers’ Venue I started to throw each piece in garbage containers along the way. I made a few detours to avoid leaving traces on a trail on the way back to the motel.
Just as I got out, I walked into the room without being seen. I put Tom’s clothes, the wig and fake beard in my bag and the next day I will get rid of them the same way I did with mine. However, it would be somewhere far away from that place.
I lay in bed next to the whore who was still unconscious thanks to the drugs I had blended in her wine. I anticipated the terrible headache she would have the day after because of that drink. I couldn’t help laughing at this thought.
I was still extremely excited with the perfect murder. I needed more. I decided to take advantage of the bitch there, totally available to me, and I wondered what I could do to her without killing her. After all, she would be my alibi. Then I fucked her to exhaustion.

###

In the morning, I paid the woman and made sure we left in the light of the clear day so we would be seen by as many people as possible. As I said: the best alibi I’ve ever had.

I got in my car and drove a long way back home still remembering the moments while I was carrying on my masterpiece. I began searching my memory for more legends. I could hardly wait for the next one.


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