The stars littered the skies like pimples decorate a teenager’s face.  Brittany Parker did not stagger out of her best friend Rachel Howards house like some of the drunken whores from Crescent Valley High School did. Rachel Howard’s birthday party was over and everyone was filing out of Rachel’s house. Brittany noticed that the windows to her boyfriend’s Chevy Pickup truck were all fogged up. She walked over and knocked on the window.

  Her boyfriend’s name was Tony. Tony rolled down the window and he squealed.

  ‘’Oh shit, hi honey,’’ Tony stammered.                       

  Emma Jean Watkins removed her head from Tony’s lap and raised her head to look into Brittany’s eyes. Brittany’s eyes began watering.

‘’You son of a bitch, I tell you I’m not ready to make love to you yet so you fuck the head cheerleader for your fucking football team? You both can go straight to Hell!’’ Brittany screamed.

  Brittany stormed off and Tony placed his junk back in his underwear and zipped up his jeans and hurried after his angry girlfriend.

  ‘’Baby you have to let me explain,’’

   ‘’I understand perfectly Tony you’re an evil bastard who can’t keep it in his pants and as a result were breaking up goodbye Tony.’’

  Tony grabbed Brittany’s arm and Brittany punched Tony with her free hand in the bread basket. Tony doubled over and grunted. Brittany hurried to her car and sped off. Tony hung his head and watched his former, sweetheart of a girlfriend leave his life forever. Tony hung his head in shame.

  While Tony was away a man wearing blue jeans, a black t – shirt and clown makeup climbed into the driver’s seat. The clown held a small knife in his left hand. Luckily for the maniac the keys were already in the ignition. The maniac pressed his foot to the gas pedal and the truck rocketed to the oblivious, dunce,      Tony. Tony turned around just in time to see the truck barreling at him right before it flattened him.

  ‘’Jesus Christ you’re the devil,’’

  ‘’I know.’’

  ‘’Are you going to kill me?’’

  ‘’I’m afraid so.’’

  ‘’What the Fuck did I ever do to you?’’

  ‘’You helped Tony break that poor girl’s heart and that would make you a whore and well I hate whores.’’

  ‘’I didn’t even know Tony and Brittany had anything.’’

  ‘’Now dear I’d hate to call bullshit but bullshit!’’

  ‘’Everybody knows that for the last three months Brittany Parker and Tony Gonzalez had been going out exclusively.’’

  ‘’He’s not married and I really liked Tony.’’

 

  ‘’Well now actually, a lack of a ring doesn’t make what you any less of a whore; now you saw I married Tony didn’t you?’’

  Emma Jean nodded.

  ‘’Emma Jean, what kind of a gentleman would I be if I let you live after killing that garbage Tony?’’

  ‘’Please if you let me go I won’t tell anybody anything I swear.’’

  The psycho laughed as the truck tore down the residential area at sixty five miles an hour.

  ‘’Sweetie I don’t care if you told on me. I’m not afraid of prison or getting killed; I just can’t justify letting a whore who would willing help a man betray his girlfriend’s trust live, maybe before I kill you can learn not to  be so malicious as to blatantly destroy other people’s relationships.’’

  ‘’I’m so sorry please let me go I’ve learned my lesson and I’m real sorry.’’

  The clown smiled.

  He placed his free hand on the girl’s shoulder. ‘’I’m sorry dear I wish I didn’t have to murder you but what if you break someone else’s heart and ruin another relationship? Do you see that I don’t have many options here?’’

  Emma Jean sobbed.

  The maniac drove deep into a local set of woods. He removed the keys from the ignition and buried the keys deep in his front jean pocket. The psycho marched the terrified girl out into the woods. She wore a pink blouse and a black mini skirt. Her nipples poked through the pink blouse slightly.

  ‘’Take off all your clothes and fold them neatly in a pile at your feet.’’

 

  Emma Jean stripped naked and folded the clothes at her feet. ‘’Now rest your chest across this hickory stump and arch your buttocks high into the air. A whore like you doesn’t deserve to die with dignity.’’

  Emma Jean reluctantly did as she was told. She cried and whimpered. ‘’Please God save me; I’m a wretched sinner.’’

  The clown grabbed the girl by the back of the neck and stabbed her hard, repeatedly eighteen times in the face with the blade of the knife. Soon the dead girl’s face looked like ham covered in chocolate syrup. The blood dripped profusely out of the massive hole in the dead girl’s face.

  The maniac climbed back into the stolen truck and sped off. The killer turned up the Radio and blasted dark, modern heavy metal music. His dirty, shaggy, brown hair hung down slightly past his slender shoulders. His feet were bare. He played over the murders he had just committed in his mind over and over again. First he pictured Tony gazing dumbly at him through the windshield of Tony’s own truck before getting killed.

  He could still hear the snapping of Tony’s bones as the truck squashed him. He could still feel the skull give way when Tony stabbed Emma Jean hard through the face repeatedly. In his own mind the killer had done well. He felt he was purging the world of evil.