It was a total wreck as far as Wally could see. The cruiser’s tires were blown and a corner panel of the engine block seemed to be peeking out from the twisted remains of the front fender. Gusts of smoke poured out from the hole there as the top bubble-gum lights continued to rotate. The left side of the light bar was missing, ripped off and lost. From Mr. Anderson’s vantage point, he could make out two occupants of the disabled vehicle, both with their heads stumped and bodies limp. That was about the time he noticed old man Crothers crushed under the tire well. He nearly lost his lunch but maintained self control.

“Are the cops all right, Daddy!?” Billy, his oldest wondered aloud from the driver’s side window, his head peeking out to get a better view.

“I... I think so, Billy... Just stay in there with Mommy now...” It was terrible, too terrible for a man and downright horrible for a small child to see.

Wally approached the driver’s side door slowly, keeping his eye on the apparent prisoner residing in the back seat. It was a female. ‘Must be a floozy or drunk...’ Mr. Anderson thought as he neared the door. He raised the knuckles of his left hand to the glass and tapped as the other hand tried the door that wouldn’t budge.

“Is he all right, dear!?” His wife pleaded from their stalled out camper. Her concern growing by the minute.

Wally began to turn to give the only answer he knew when from the corner of his eye he saw movement from within the cruiser and sensed he was being watched from behind the window separating him from the deputy. “I don’t know...” He responded as he forced himself to look and saw the grin of a mad man peering up at him with a twinkle in his eye. The last sight he managed was the single barrel pump action pointed up at his head as the slide went back and forward and the cop’s finger pulling back on the trigger after the weapon became loaded.

The driver’s window shattered outward from the blast of the Remington as the slug met the mug of Wally Anderson, father of two. His jaw line disappeared in a blaze of gore as the back of his head exploded in a gale of brain matter. His ball cap landed upside down with a portion of Mr. Anderson’s skull cap still in it beside the smoking remains of his tobacco pipe. He was dead long before his body hit the pavement.

Sue screamed like she never did before in her life, pulling her head back into the RV and rolling the window up. She raced for the door and locked it without really thinking. “MY GOD! MY GOD! MY GOD!!!” Her tears blinding her as she just witnessed her husband of eleven years being murdered with a shotgun blast. She gathered her children in her arms as she kneeled down near the middle of the camper, trying to make sense of what just occurred. ‘The keys... Good Lord... Wally took the keys!!’

“What was that loud noise, Mommy?” Sally pondered.

“What about Daddy, Mommy?” Billy reasoned.

“Why are you crying for, Mommy?” One of the two begged to know.

Back at the senseless death, Robert shook his head in an ill attempt to jar the pain from his throbbing head. “What a fucking rush!” He spoke in fits of uncontrollable spasms. “What a mother-fucking rush, man!!” Gathering his thoughts, he forced open the door and stuck one foot out and then pulled himself onto the roadway, pulling the Remington off the seat along with him. Slamming the door into it’s twisted frame, he ignored his immediate surroundings and instead focused on the camper a few hundred feet ahead of him, still smoking from it’s radiator.

Lifting the gun to the net of his arms, he began to make the trek to the RV in limited strive. He stumbled and needed to limp as his right leg didn’t want to make the trip. Pointing the shotgun up into the air, he pulled back onto the pump once more and let it retract, ejecting the previous shell onto the blood pooling at his feet from Mr. Anderson’s date with destiny.

Sue had to know. She had to know if he was indeed dead. Letting her children go for the moment, she jumped back into the driver’s seat and rolled the window down once again. Approaching from the wreck was the deputy holding the shotgun up into the air as he pulled back on the slide to load a new shell. The exhausted one jumped from it’s chamber and clattered onto the asphalt, rolling into the crimson red of her husband’s brains forming a river of blood. “NO!!! NO MORE!!! NO MORE KILLING!!!”

Her request went to deaf ears as the deputy raised the Remington and pointed it at her head and fired. She let out another shriek of holy terror as the slug ripped off the side mirror and left a perfect round hole in the metal with the vehicle’s paint chipping off around it’s edge. Robert loaded another round, allowing the previous shell to pop out onto the road.

He got to the driver’s window and saw her rummaging around in the glove box as she was searching for a spare set of keys when he rudely interrupted her with another shotgun blast to the window found there. She screamed again, the glass falling out of it’s track in a spider web. Robert ejected that round instinctually, making his way around the grille of the truck to the door on the opposite side.

Sue fell to her knees as her children rushed to comfort her and their growing fears. The devil was at the door and tried it’s handle found there. Locked. “God please... please save us...” She wept as the door to their camper was blasted with a 12-gauge. Stepping in out of the sunny mid-afternoon light, the monster of a man stood there in the shadow of the camper as he pointed the weapon down at her breast and the children hanging on there for security from the boogyman. Through wet tears, she looked up into the eyes of the demon and laid out a plea for mercy as both of her children began to scream at the sight of the mean man.

Another blast as he blew away the ceiling light over the kitchen table. “ENOUGH!!!” The monster roared, as he got their attention from the destruction of their personal property. “Who wants to go first?” He calmly asked as he ejected that round and began to reload the pump with new shells, one by one.

“Don’t... don’t you have any pity... any heart...?” Sue begged as she held her offspring closer, refusing to part with them.

She could just make out the corner of his mouth and the grin that followed. “I have no heart... only pain...”

Before he had a chance to lower the gun, Sue’s motherly instinct took over. She knew her life was about to end, but that of her children need not be sacrificed for the sins of others. Her world became slow and distorted as his mocking retort dulled and became a labored process of producing the syllables of her impending doom. She found herself rising to the occasion and assaulting Robert’s senses through his genital area. The ball of her foot discovered the course to his crotch, jamming it in deep as she ordered her children to abandon the sinking ship before it was to late. “Gooooo!!!” The word became drawn out, never really ending as they bolted for the doorway and out into the sunlight.

Robert stooped over, nursing his manhood, but still maintaining the weapon as she pulled herself up to the dashboard for support. The world came back to normal speed as he gasped, pulling himself back to full height as his eyes burned a hatred too deep for words etched into her soul. “That wasn’t very nice... not very nice at all...”

Sue’s dying breathes were of coughing up blood from the gaping wound in her chest. The blast echoed across the countryside into the woods and into the fields from where her children fled. A flock of quail scattered to the winds as the shot ricocheted into the afternoon sun. “You... you can burn in hell...” It was the only time she ever cursed another human being in her entire life.

“I’m already there.” He responded as he pumped the shotgun and pulled the trigger once again, silencing her forever. Her death was a release, but not to him. He was not satisfied. Then he remembered the children.