The Creep by Foster John T

Author:Foster, John T [Foster, John T]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-10-14T23:00:00+00:00

On his return from Springfield, Harvey's first concern was to have a session with Bishman. When they met at Harvey's office, after a short relaxation induction Bishman went into an altered state and, without any prompting from Harvey, continued the dialogue about Wally, the guy he had met outside the toy shop on 5th Avenue.

Harvey always felt he was making progress if Bishman actually finished the tales because in that way the jigsaw would become complete:

At 10pm, the duly-appointed hour, Wally arrived at the corner of Central Park. Bishman was already there. He'd forgotten what he'd told Wally his name was. He thought he'd wait and see if Wally called him by name. Wally had come for details about being a conversationalist; really it was an appointment with death, but how was he to know?

Immediately Bishman took the lead and started walking and began talking about going to nursing homes and hospitals and listening to old folk. Bishman made a real effort to explain to Wally that he must give value for money and even if these old people bored him he must listen to them. "Who knows," he said, "You may even get asked questions and if you haven't been listening you've had it."

He sold the story over and over again, all you have to do is talk and listen and you could earn a hundred or two hundred bucks a day. Easy, right? Of course Wally kept wanting to know addresses and phone numbers, where to go and how to start. Bishman kept him hanging on. They seemed to walk for hours. From the busy streets they wound their way through back alleys, all the time further and further away from anyone who could notice two guys just walking along, talking intently. They stopped behind a disused warehouse. Wally hadn't noticed that, now, there was no-one around. The place was deathly quiet.

Bishman talked Wally into going down on him. It seemed a reasonable deal and, as it happened, Wally gave good head. No-one's going to give you the details of how to earn two hundred bucks every day without getting something in return, right? He got Wally to drop his trousers and bend over, splaying himself over a trash can. Wally thought he was going to get butt-fucked. Instead he got gun-fucked.

Bishman rammed the .45 Colt automatic up Wally's ass and then, as Wally shrieked Richaaaaaaaghhh!!!! Bishman pulled the trigger three times in rapid succession. The body acted as an efficient silencer. Bishman was amazed at how muffled the sound was. He was also amazed at the gaping holes that appeared as exit wounds in Wally's back. Usually the .45 would inflict huge wounds but these were absolutely enormous, jagged, and the bullets had torn out huge amounts of bone and tissue.

Earlier, Bishman had been bored; with the rest of the afternoon to kill, he had played with the gun. He had emptied the clip and noticed the bullets were the flat-nosed lead variety. He carefully cut a deep cross into the lead with a razor blade and effectively turned them into dumdum bullets.

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