Serial Killer

By Robert C. Waggoner

The serial killer: King of Hearts is methodically eliminating each face card of a deck of playing cards. He uses special stainless steel playing cards to throw at his tied up victims. He begins with the Jack of Clubs and works up from there. Adult content.
Brad Pratt and his Batt Team are called to stop this deranged killer. The killer prays on prostitutes and gays. With the help of the FBI, Homeland Security and the local New York City Police, they are not able to stop this guy. A new idea or approach is needed: a challenge is offered the King of Hearts. Come read about the carnage and whether or not the white hat can stop the black hat.
This novel contains adult material. Some scenes are graphic.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Robert C. Waggoner
• Release date: Oct 21, 2013
• ISBN: 9781310523243

Robert C. Waggoner

I now reside in the USA in Eastern Oregon. Due to health reasons, I don't write much anymore. I'll continue with a few short stories and all will be free to my readers. I'm privileged to have had thousands of readers download my stories. I thank you all. Happy reading and sure hope you have and will enjoy my writing. Robert [Bob] Waggoner

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Serial Killer: The King of Hearts

by Robert C. Waggoner

Copyright 2013 Robert C. Waggoner

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Serial Killer: The King of Hearts

Brad Pratt Novel

-ONE-

[1980]

Daddy please stop that hurts, said ten year old Jimmy Woodwin. His father was flipping playing cards at his son from a distance of maybe six feet. He'd first saw a magician perform the throwing technique on TV a year or so ago. It fascinated his small brain so much he bought his first pack of plastic playing cards shortly after seeing the magic show.

In Glen Woodwin twisted mind, he wanted to see if he could throw a card hard enough to bring blood upon a person. He chose his son for his first subject.

Please daddy, I didn't do anything wrong. I'll be a good boy. No more; it really hurts, said a crying Jimmy.

Jimmy was tied between two wood supports in the basement of their house in a rundown area of Queens, New York City. He was totally naked and not only shivering from fright and pain, but from the freezing cold of the approaching winter. Glen took a swig of wine and made ready for his next flip. His son was blindfolded so he never knew when a card was coming. This flip hit his small penis and he howled in pain. His father laughed and clapped his hands. He said Nice shot Glen old boy.

-TWO-

[2013]

Jimmy Woodwin checked his PO Box every day. Not because of any letters arriving, but for a special package he'd ordered from a martial arts company. They'd promised delivery in five working days. It had been five days and their time was up. With hope in his being, he hurried into the post office to box 6699. He found inside the box a package notice telling him to pick it up at the counter. He hurried to the counter, cutting in on an old lady and her mutt, handed the slip to the open mouth acne scared person. She hurried to the back and promptly brought out a flat box about two inches thick by eight inches times twelve. He scribbled his name and took off almost stepping on the dog as he left.

He hurried down the street to his basement apartment that sat on the wrong side of the tracks in an area that few went out after dark. However, Jimmy ventured out no matter what the time. He'd lived there for the last twenty years. Nobody messed with him. He never looked for trouble, but any and all that looked at him closely, scurried away quickly. He was a little over average height, stocky and powerful from working the docks. He sported a full black beard with eyes and hair to match. Such was Jimmy Woodwin of the Kings area of Brooklyn, New York.

Once inside, panting a little, he sat at his small kitchen table made of wood. He ran his hands over the package feeling its smooth clean surface. Slowly, he dug out his pocket a knife that you could shave with. He gingerly sliced the outside brown paper revealing a wood box with fasteners, much like a big cigar box. Clearly the box was made of fine hardwood in his mind. Jimmy opened the lid on its hinges and smiled through teeth that had not seen a toothbrush in many years. Inside were a row of five stainless steel playing cards. Beginning with the Ten of Hearts and ending with the Ace of Hearts for a royal flush.

He unwrapped the Ten of Hearts and felt the smooth cold stainless steel card. He felt the weight of the card; smiling again. He put the card between his index and middle finger as he was taught from the book of throwing playing cards. Ever since the times his father used him for a target, he'd vowed to make others pay the same dues.

He stood up, took aim at a four by four piece of cork against his apartment wall, and let it fly. It hit the target and not only stuck in the cork, but into the wall as well. Jimmy was totally enraptured. He was so excited that he needed to find a live target very soon. It was way past payback time.

[1984]

Jimmy, I can see your dick is getting bigger and bigger. I think you like the cards hitting your hard dick, said his father.

Why do you do this to me dad? The cards don't hurt anymore, said Jimmy.

I want you to turn sideways and hold out your dick for target practice. But first make it hard as rock. When you spew forth your cum, I'll stop.

Jimmy made it hard and bit down on his lip waiting for the first card to smack his unit. The first one just grazed him. The second one hit the head dead on. He felt a burst of pain and tried to hold back the tears. Father said, I said stroke it Jimmy!

It came back hard as Jimmy pounded on his unit. Another card hit the head again. Now the pain wasn’t as bad. It stayed hard. Boom another hit and now Jimmy was feeling his cum starting to build up inside him. His father saw it too. Again a card hit and then another and another. Father watched as he dropped his pants revealing a very large erect penis. Glen Woodwin rapidly stroked his unit in rhythm with Jimmy. Both ejaculated at the same time.

[2013]

Jimmy was not stupid. Actually he did well in school. He was proud of the fact he graduated high school much to the chagrin of his perverted father. Sometimes Jimmy wondered where his mother was. Every time he asked, his father would smack him up alongside the head. He said, The bitch took off with a supposed friend of mine. From then on Jimmy said nothing. Life became a daily blur.

Jimmy had all five stainless cards on the table in front of him. From the ace to the ten he rubbed the cold smooth steel feeling an erection coming on. He stood up, dropped his work pants and boxer shorts. He ran a few fast strokes and then picked up the King of Hearts and with the edge of the card smacked his hard shaft. Blood oozed out and soon his whole unit was bloody. He stroke it some more and then hit the head producing a pain that escaped his lips. With his eyes closed, he dropped the card and went to work in earnest masturbating for all his worth. Just as he came, he sent his sperm onto the rest of the royal flush.

-THREE-

The stage was set. Jimmy Woodwin was ready to go on the prowl. He even cleaned up a little. He didn't want to sit in a bar all smelly while he waited for his first mark to present itself. He was sure he had made the proper preparations. In his tool kit he had duct tape, 100 feet of 1/8 inch polypropylene rope, latex gloves and a brand new deck of Bicycle Playing cards.

He remembered a drink joint up in Queens by the name of Jack of Clubs. Jimmy had done his research on the history of playing cards. He related to the jack of clubs because it represented Sir Lancelot of King Arthur times. Jimmy thought he fit the bill to a T.

While he waited for the clock to reach towards the witching hour, he had found at a used furniture store a round wooden table. Jimmy was playing with the cards putting all the cards of each suit in a place as if each one had a card player sitting at the spread out suit; be it clubs, diamond, hearts, or spades.

He glanced at the kitchen clock noting it was time to go. It was late fall and winter was just over the horizon. Jimmy put on a windbreaker and a plain baseball hat. He didn't want anyone to remember a guy with a sports team on his hat.

Jimmy walked into the Jack of Clubs at 12:30 am. He staggered a little as if he'd been making the rounds. He wasn't a drinking man but ordered a bottle of beer while sitting at the bar. The bar was full of low life drinkers and prostitutes. His choice was an older prostitute who might not get lucky being she was too old and looked like well used material. It wasn't long before he had spotted two such candidates. Both were obviously hammered.

Jimmy watched one as she went from table to table seeing all the men shake their heads. She went to the bar stool, drained her wine class, put on her coat then staggered to the door. Jimmy polished off his second beer, picked up his bag that sat on the floor between his legs and after a minute followed a guy out the door. He soon spotted his mark hiking up the street, hopefully, going home. Ten minutes later she turned into the door of a very low rent apartment building.

She was unaware of being followed. Jimmy followed her up the stairs hearing loud music and smelling vomit and urine. He didn't mind at all. He was used to it. At the fourth floor, she turned down the hall with Jimmy less than ten feet behind her hugging the wall. She stopped at room 404. She took out her key and with some fumbling, finally got the door open.

In a flash, a powerful hand went around her mouth and an equally powerful arm prevented her from moving. Jimmy half drug her in and kicked the door shut. It surprised him that she was a little strong for being old and thin. Jimmy quickly took out his knife and whispered into her ear to stop struggling or he'd cut her throat.

In a few minutes he had her sitting in a kitchen chair secured with duct tape. He'd also duct taped her mouth. By now she had sobered up and had pure fright in her red eyes. Jimmy looked the place over. It was a studio dump. Everywhere he looked beer bottles, wine bottles, and cigarette butts over flowing the ash trays.

What he needed was a place to tie her up so he could practice his stainless steel card throwing. He took out his rope and looked around for a tie anchor. Jimmy, as a causal longshoreman had a head for doing things with tools and other neat tricks of the trade. He tied one end to the door knob and the other end to the fire escape ladder out the window. After tying off the rope to the fire escape he closed the window and pulled down the ratty old blinds.

He took his mark, which was starting to blubber, after he'd taped her eyes shut, stood her up then tied her off by the wrists. With arms spread all she could do was turn her body just a little.

Jimmy took his trusty knife and sliced off her clothes that in a few seconds lay in a pile around her feet. Now she was stark naked. He took a kitchen chair and sat down about six feet away and looked her over. He could see that she wouldn't be standing long, but that was okay with him. He could set her in a chair if necessary. Or, as he looked up, a ceiling light hung down with a bare bulb in a socket. He took his chair and with some of his new rope, tied off around the wires and then placed a perfect loop around her neck. Wonderful, he said.

He stood back and looked at his handy work. He felt a stirring in his loins. It was time. He stared at where his first throw should be. He was probably a little shaky so he thought one to the sagging belly with stretch marks on it would be first. He moved back to about 8 feet. He took the Ace of Hearts between his first and middle fingers, cocked his wrist and let fly. Bingo right above the belly button. Blood started dripping down her belly. He walked up for a closer look. She was moaning and twisting in pain. He removed the ace. Now, he thought, I've a moving target.

He went back to his place. Took out the Ten of Hearts and aimed for the left breast that was sagging not far above the belly button. She was shaking like a leaf, but no longer twisting and turning. He took the shot and sunk the card almost to the hilt just above the nipple. She started withering in severe pain.

Jimmy stood there with a large bulge in his jeans. One more, he thought.