Posted by Gabby on June 27, 2000 at 08:31:19:
At that same picnic Pat walked almost unobserved toward the place where Eva and Christy had met their fates. He was a young man in his early twenties with short cut brown hair. He wore a loose white button up shirt and jeans. The young woman who had killed Lisa and Tracey had watched him walking toward the two bodies.
"I know this guy, let me take him." she said into her radio.
She walked up behind him with a wicked smile on her face.
"Hey Pat it's time." she said.
"Time for what?" he asked as he turned.
"Your time to die." she said as she drove a knife into his belly scraping the top of his jeans.
He bent slightly with a look of shock on his face.
"Kristi...why?" Pat asked.
She giggled as she began to slash the knife back and forth across the top of his jeans. He clenched his teeth and his eyes bulged as he felt the knife moving and heard the sick squishing noise in his guts. She pulled the knife out and he stood there looking down at his bloody belly. A thick dark red goo oozed out of the long horizontal gash in his lower abdomen. He was in too much pain to care about the fact that she had just severed his colon cleanly and his own waste was now poisoning his system. His eyes rolled back in his head as blood bubbled between his lips. He slumped in a heap to the ground and lay motionless.
As Pat was dying Angie walked to a remote part of the park trying just to get away from the group. She was a fairly tall brunette with big green eyes, and a voluptuous body that got attention where ever she went.
"Out of the whole group, I think you're the biggest gal around." an older man's voice commented.
"That could be good or bad." Angie said with just a hint of a smile.
Her eyes snapped open wide as she heard the distinct sound of a bar sliding back in an automatic weapon.
"Ahh no!" Angie gulped as she turned to face him.
The silencer suppressed the noise of the bullets, but the sound of hot lead smacking flesh rang in Angie's ears. She shuddered as bullets punched through her guts. As his aim shifted higher the Angie began to dance in grisly rythm to the bullets. Her big tits shook from the impacts, until they were just a bloody mass and Angie lay on the ground with most of her lungs strewn out on the forest floor behind her. As two men stepped over Angie's bloodied form Sherry picked the wrong time to walk down the wrong path. The slender buxom red head had squeezed herself into a bright yellow blouse and a jean skirt that was unsuitable for walking anywhere, much less a forest path. She stumbled her way out of the undergrowth just as Angie let out her last bloody breath.
"You!" Sherry gasped in shock.
"I see you are taking after your dear mother, Ms. Sherry." he commented as he drew a thin dueling sword.
Sherry backed away into a tree as the other man in camoflauge fatigues drew a similar sword. Sherry jerked as both men lunged at the same time. The thin wire like blades slid into her large breasts without a second of hesitation.
"Yaaullkhh!" Sherry half-grunted, half gagged as her lungs collapsed.
She sagged against the swords that now held her pinned to the tree. Her eyes were wide, her mouth agape, and her tongue lolled out of the side of her mouth. As she swayed slightly in the breeze blood dripped off the end of her tongue.
As they admired the two corpses Donna walked toward her car on the other side of the park. She was a small young woman with blonde hair down below her waist, big blue eyes, and a smile that could charm most men. She wore a tight light blue tank top and cut off jeans. She always wore her tank tops short, because she loved to show off her huge perfectly round belly-button, which as of late had been framed perfectly by a slight beer belly.
"Too many wild nights partying Donna." a woman's voice said from behind the tiny blonde as she reached her car.
Donna turned with a look of disgust on her face. It was the same woman who had killed Lisa, Tracey, and Pat.
"Do I know you?" Donna asked.
"Awh, now Donna, I'm hurt. Don't you remember the night you told me about your deepest fantasy of one day catching a bullet in that big navel?" she asked.
"No." Donna said.
"I suppose you were a little too high that night. Well Donna, get ready to fulfill your fantasy."
Donna gulped as she looked down the barrel of a silencer attached to a 9mm. Donna never heard the sound, but saw the gun jerk and spit fire. Her eyes closed tightly as she hunched her shoulders and the car window behind her shattered. She looked unharmed for a second, then her navel began to fill with blood, then it gush out over her jean shorts. Donna stood there with a stunned look on her face. Her bloody navel jerked in and out as she tried to catch her breath.
"Ooo...I just love a belly breather." the woman cooed as she strolled over to Donna.
The diminuitive blonde shook her head as the silencer was pressed into her belly above her navel, then angled down, so the bullet would drive through her guts in another non lethal shot. The powder from the shot burned her tank top and the shot itself drove Donna to a seated position.
"F-finish it...please!" Donna managed to gasp.
Two quick snaps of the gun and Donna's small breasts exploded in blood. Donna's eyes bulged like they were going to pop out of her head. She pressed her lips together and looked as if she were going to throw up and was trying to keep from it. Her belly heaved and she fell over on her side, puking blood. It was only a matter of seconds before she drowned on her own blood.