Disturbia (The 13th) Read Online Free Page B

was responsible for this ruckus deserved to die. He would surely take pleasure in mutilating them. Pleasure...sheer pleasure. 
     
    Muffled by the music, one of his old co-workers, Rodney, said, “I'm gonna take ten,” as he stood up and headed towards the front of the building. Sal assumed he was going into the lounge room.  He ducked behind one of the unfinished cars in the corner and made a plan to sneak pass the line and into Raymond's office without catching anyone's attention. 
     
    And he was successful.
     
    “What the fuck you doing in here,” Raymond yelled as he jumped to his feet from behind the desk. The Playboy he was enjoying fell to the ground and so did his trousers that were unzipped from his jacking off to Miss July's tits.
     
    “Turn the fucking music down so that I can hear you...you fucking prick,” Sal yelled.
     
    “What are you talking about, there's no music,” Raymond replied.  “That's it, I tried to end this peacefully, but I see we have to get the cops involved.” This time he was calm. Seeing security belittle Sal and choke him up and toss him out like last week's spaghetti earlier gave Raymond more confidence than he had before.  He picked up the receiver on his desk phone and pushed 9-1-... All of a sudden, Sal leaped from the entrance way, falling on top of Raymond. Raymond's eyes grew wide in fear as they both paused and stared deep into each other eyes. Without notice and with the greatest craving he's ever had, Sal opened wide and his teeth plunged into Raymond's face with a tight gripping force that tore through his flesh like a meat cleaver to a fresh pack of lamb.
     
    “ Good job Sally boy,” the voice said.  “Now hurry and go ...there's more work to do.”
     
    He glanced at the clock on the wall. It read 10:15 pm.
     
    “ She should be home any minute from the bar.  Her shift is almost over.  Why don't you greet her at the door,” it said.   
     
    The music continued to blast... but getting louder and louder by the minute as he stepped out the backdoor unbeknownst to anyone.  Sweat drenched his body making him feel sticky and exhausted.  Frustrated at how hot it still was at this time of night, he tugged on his t-shirt.  He pulled a second time. Finally he yanked harder and ripped the t-shirt in half tearing it from his wet body and letting it fall to the city pavement.  He felt strong. Untouchable. Invisible.  He needed more candy, so he reached into his pocket to retrieve it.  As it dissolved onto his tongue, he began walking on his three-mile journey to Susan. He hummed the tune that he had finally gotten use to, as the music followed him. 
     
    ***
     
    The neighborhood was dark and empty. The block had about twenty houses, and only five were occupied.  He knew this would be easy.  No one would even notice, or care for that matter, what was about to happen to unsuspecting Susan. And besides, everyone on the block thought she was boogie anyways.  You could tell that she didn't belong there and it was only a matter of time before she pulled herself up from her own bootstraps or a streak of good luck would come her way, giving her an out.
     
    Sal strolled down the street with his hands in his pockets and bopping his head back and forth.  From time to time he would stop and dance to the disco in his head, but he tried to remain focused despite his racing heart and the heat that was burning a hole through his flesh.  He licked his lips and suddenly his stomach growled.  He always knew Raymond was a fruity son of a bitch, but he never suspected he would have tasted like one. As he wiped his mouth, he noticed the liquid around it.  Raymond's blood. He wanted it off. He didn't want it mixed with Susan's. He wanted her fresh without any interference. 
     
    Over to the left, a fire hydrant was spraying water high in the sky. The neighborhood kids had a water party earlier at the expense of the city fire department and tax payers.  But at least it