Twisted Soul – Installment 7

Twisted Soul

By

D.M. KURTZ

Installment 7:

Randy Jameson, Meet God

December 2^nd, 2016

The time for waiting was at its end. Randy Jameson would die tonight. That certainty brought a flutter to Jess’s heart, but the trepidation did not give him pause, as some might expect. Instead, it solidified his resolve and granted a crystalline focus to his path.

Over the past few months, Jess had been entirely disturbed by his discovery of just how well the man was treated. The “illness” from which he suffered had been deemed so severe that he was privy to some truly top-notch care. The head psychiatrist had even recently decided that, as part of the recovery process, Randy needed to walk outside in the lavish gardens of the facility for fifteen minutes per day.  While disgusting, it provided Jess with the necessary window for taking the man, as the assigned caretaker had grown somewhat lax with his careful observation. Randy was left unsupervised for the three minutes it took for Josh, the unsuspecting attendant, to step inside and have a chat with the lovely receptionist Stacy.

The problem had previously been other visitors going in and out of the institution. Any day other than this and Jess would have been spotted the second he made his move. But, at this exact moment, the facility was being subject to a rigorous inspection at the hands of the state. Apparently, a number of complaints had been filed in regards to how some of the patients at the hospital were being treated.

The providential timing was not at all lost on the would-be vigilante. No visitors allowed on the very anniversary of Randy’s escape from justice? God was most certainly moving the cosmic chess board, ensuring the Jess would have the needed time to strike out with a righteous hand of vengeance.

His stomach twisted when Randy came into view, led by the careless and overly handsome Josh. The pair stopped near the bushes at the westernmost edge of the grounds, and the orderly spoke a few soft words before he turned and moved away.

Finally…

Jess ignored the thumping in his chest as he pressed the button that released the latch on the trunk before he swiftly exited his vehicle. He’d strategically backed the Audi into the corner of the lot that ran roughly one hundred feet along the west side of the institution. With no one in sight, he moved briskly forward and hopped lightly over the landscaping; the soft grass on the other side muffled his landing. Twenty rushed strides closed the distance between himself and his target before he reached out and wrapped his long arms around Randy’s neck. He closed the choke in an instant to ensure a complete inability to cry out as he proceeded to drag the man backwards, around the corner and out of sight of the front of the building. After a few seconds of quiet struggle, his victim relaxed and slumped, unconscious.

Jess slung the still form over his shoulder and ran with soft grunts back to the space in which he’d left his car. A dull thwump echoed when he tossed Randy’s body over the bushes and into the open compartment.

Moments later and Jess was safe behind the wheel. He glanced at his watch and smiled.

With time to spare.

Based on his careful observations over the last sixty-nine days, he knew that he still had over a minute before Josh returned, too late to even glimpse Jess’s black Audi S5 as he casually navigated the lot. The orderly had just materialized in his rearview as Jess drove out onto the street with a sigh of relief.

He continued for a few miles before turning down a little-known side street that led to an abandoned alley. When he was sure that he’d gone far enough to avoid prying eyes, he pulled the car over and popped the trunk latch. Cautiously, he moved out of the vehicle and around to the back, ready for a fight should Randy have already awakened. When his eyes took in the still form, he again surveyed his surroundings to ensure complete privacy before he withdrew a small bag of zip-ties from his coat pocket.

The lunge was sudden and unexpected, but ultimately a wasted effort. Randy turned with outstretched arms that were easily deflected before Jess swung a tight fist outward and down with sharp precision. The blow connected squarely on Randy’s temple and served to render the man once again unconscious. Jess cursed internally as he flexed and shook his aching right hand before he first bound his victim’s wrists behind his back, then his ankles, and finally secured all together. He glared at the still form as he moved around the vehicle and opened the right-rear passenger door. He removed three old rolls of duct tape from the worn leather bag stored on the floorboards behind the front seat, which he used to securely wrap the zip-ties. Lastly, he wound several loops around Randy’s mouth.

“Can’t have you crying while we drive,” Jess remarked as he lightly smacked Randy’s cheek.

“Can’t have you moving, either,” he added as he struggled over the next several minutes to completely envelop the man with the remainder of the tape. He smirked with grim satisfaction when the work was done before he closed the trunk and returned to the drivers seat.

Randy Jameson, meet God… He smiled at the notion as he put the car into drive and began the several hour trip that led to the place where righteous retribution would be served.

(Seven Hours Later…)

BANG! Jess swallowed hard and struggled to control the rapid rhythm of his heart. It was over… Finally, blissfully over. He’d meant to wait longer, to allow Randy to further hang himself on the recording, but he’d lost control, just for a moment. Regardless, the sick confession was more than damning enough to ensure that the world would finally know the guilt of perhaps the most disturbed criminal ever released by the United States justice system.

Jess took in a deep breath and released it slowly as he lowered his arm and returned the Sig Sauer to the concealed holster beneath his waistband. The gentle whir of the antique motors contained within the camcorder over his shoulder stopped when he switched it off. After he placed the recording device back into its case, which he’d set to the side in one corner of the room, he removed an old pair of needle-nose pliers and a small plastic baggie from the tools stored within the leather duffle he’d brought with him. Very carefully, he slid Randy’s head a few inches to the side. Using the pliers, he dug the projectile out of the concrete where it had become lodged after blasting through Randy’s skull. With the most crucial piece of evidence that could tie Jess to the crime erased, he quickly removed the bindings that held the deceased form and placed them in a black, heavy duty trash bag.

A few minutes later and Randy’s bloodied corpse was all the remained in the small utility room. Jess stood in the doorway for a while as he looked upon the man who had single-handedly ripped apart several family’s, including his own.

You thought you could escape justice… You were wrong. 

The smug, satisfied thought brought a smile to Jess’s full lips as he returned to his car, which he’d parked a few blocks away from the soon-to-be crime scene. He sat for several minutes and stared at the small cassette tape in his gloved hand before he slowly drove away. He had one final stop to make.

A little over an hour later and he was walking swiftly back to his car, left under the concealment of a large tree that cast its shadow over the empty street. When he was safely behind the wheel, he glanced at the manila envelope he’d left on the doorstep of the house now roughly a hundred yards away. In just a few moments, the occupant would begin his early morning ritual of coffee and blogging on the porch as the sun slowly rose. Today, however, he would emerge to find the package that Jess had anonymously left for him.

As expected, the door swung open and a short, bearded man stumbled out with a steaming mug in one hand and a small tablet in the other. He paused for a moment before he stooped down and retrieved the unmarked envelope.

He won’t be able to resist… Soon, the whole world will know the REAL story of Randy Jameson.

THE END

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