The Mysterious Murder of Christian Tiera’s Lover

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The Fire Coma Stories: The Mysterious Murder of Christian Tiera's Lover

They should have called it “Horror Church” after all the slayings took place. What a terrible travesty. I always thought that these Catholic boarding schools were creepy and now all this just confirms my suspicions. I am glad we’re getting out of here today. Thank God this is the last time I have to get on this crazy bus

Good Lord, six dead before the police even found this rat trap in the woods. Such brutal dismemberments, too. The maniac who did these heinous crimes has to be one of the most twisted in history. It’s so macabre how he made art projects out of his slayings. Like that first poor boy that was found crucified over the altar. His hands were basically stapled to the walls with flowers in his palms, as he stood erect from the huge candelabra that was forced into his anus, impaled. His nipples were cut out and his eyeballs were carefully put in their place, and in his eye sockets, the maniac put the boys testicles

And it must have taken a terribly long time to devise the mutilation of the one young girl. He made a plastic see-through cast of her body then put her body piece by piece through a blender and poured it into the plastic mold. The result was a clear plastic statue of the girl filled with a reddish-gray goop

And the others, so artistically prepared without a drop of blood smeared or found from any of his victims. What a freak! It’s incredible to me that this type of thing actually exists in the world. Makes you wonder if there really even is a God

Now everyone is frantically running for the bus to get the hell out of this hell-hole-fuckin’ horror church. Well, I don’t blame them. I can’t wait to get out of here too

Finally there was an announcement. “Okay, everybody, listen up. Please take a seat and try to remain calm. We have everyone here and we will be leaving very shortly. The police will be taking care of the rest.”

I turned and sat quietly waiting for the bus driver to finish his conversation with the police. In the seats in back of me remained the rest of the 16 students, half in shock and the other half weeping. Then it dawned on me that I left my wallet with all my money and ID in the priest’s small chapel. A twinge of shock ran down my spine. Forget it, I’m gonna leave it right there and let it rot. Wait a minute… am I gonna let some cop claim my $200? I can run in and get it. The chapel is right there, 25 feet away. I know just where I left my wallet

Hmmm, maybe it’s not such a good idea after all. I mean, who knows, maybe that lunatic is in there. But he can’t be. It’s a small, dark room and if anyone was in there the police would have known by now. They already searched the entire grounds. Hell, I’m not gonna lose 200 bucks

“Hey, son, where are going?” said a police officer

“I just left something in this small chapel over here. It will just take a minute.”

“Say, Harry,” he yelled to another police officer, “did you check that one over there?” he said as he pointed to the chapel I was heading to

Harry gave an A-okay signal and the officer asked my name. “My name is Christian Tiera.” He nodded and waved me on

As I approached the building, my intention was to not even think about any maniac and just go right in the room, get my things and get the hell out

I swung the door open in the main chapel and started for the little room in the back where my wallet was. It figured that the lights wouldn’t work, but the room was well lit with the colourful light of the sun as it passed through the stained glass windows lining the walls of the chapel

I think I started to hum a song or something to keep my mind occupied. Yes, I was starting to feel something creepy. Maybe It was just my imagination. God knows my imagination had good reason to go off the deep end

I burst into the little room. It was dark with only the light streaming in from one lonely ceiling window on the far side of the room. I felt for the light switch on the wall and gave it a flick, but nothing. No problem, I thought, I’ll just go over here and pick up my… shit, it’s not here

It was at this moment that the fear finally caught up to me. God, what have I done?

I stared into the darkness in front of me when I heard the creaking of the door shutting slowly behind me. Oh, Fuqua, something is behind that door. It feels like an overbearing presence of horror. I wanted to run, but where? My feet felt glued to the floor and my body froze

Wave after wave of anxiety passed through my body and when I finally heard the door shut, I felt as though I was going to be sick

This left the room virtually pitch black with the exception of a stream of blinding sunlight that shone from the little window off the ceiling. Then I heard it

It started as a low hiss and then a guttural cackle. The waves of anxiety that raced
Through me grew stronger and I could feel the sweat dripping down my face. I heard a squeak escape from my mouth, I couldn’t even control it. It seemed to amuse the phantom in the dark because he stopped his hissing, imitated my squeak, then let out a grotesque laugh that merged into a series of low frequency heavy breaths that seemed to shake the room

The sickening breathing was only occasionally interrupted by a pathetic moan

The sound seemed to fill the air and get closer. I was totally overcome with fear. I could feel my heart banging against my chest, and every breath I took seemed to be electric with fear. I wanted to run, but the weight of the sound in the air pinned me into the corner. The heavy breathing got louder and more tortured. It seemed to attack me from all sides. Little cries kept slipping from my mouth and the maniac fed off them. He would mimic my cries between his gross breaths and tortured moans of desire. God, this was a really sick one. Then came the voice. The words seemed to quake with a sick delight

“I’m sorry to have to eat your cock and balls right off your body, but it’s good.”

I went into a silent panic that left me sick and weak. I could feel myself urinate and defecate without control

The phantom drew closer and two large red and white eyes seemed to glow in the darkness

“No, please, I don’t want to die.” I begged as I fell to my knees

The madman just echoed my words in a tweezed mimic, and grew more crazed the more panicked I got

I saw something move in the darkness around him when all of a sudden the light from the window caught the head of a huge chopping axe. I was blinded by the reflection. This was all I could take. My hands hit the floor and I begged and screamed in sheer panic. The maniac screamed along with me as his face moved into the light. It was hideous. Huge, round bloodshot eyes, four flaps of skin rolled on the forehead, large puffy cheeks framed the open mouth with cracked teeth hanging from the top. The expression on the face was that of macabre delight. It shifted from pain to pleasure in a blink. Then it screamed at me, “You look at my face! It the last face cause I eat you!” It screamed with pure anger. Then in a flash the face smiled and said in a fiendish squeal, “You like me to eat you, yes, yes? I kill you good!” Then it grew fiercely angry and started ranting with explosive fury

“What’s the matter with you? I love to eat you and drink your blood dry. You need my axe. What’s wrong with you, you need it. Hard strokes.”

Then in an unparalleled display of perverse masochism, the fiend started to hit himself in the face with the ax out of sheer euphoric anger

“You need it like this, you see?” Whack! Whack!

After every stroke, he would cackle out with laughter then scream in anger. I could feel his blood spray across my face. It flew from the axe head to the window on the ceiling and covered it. With each streak of blood on the window, the light in the room took on different shades of red, maroon, magenta…

I was going into shock when the maniac threw down the axe and grabbed me off the floor

“Now we must dance, you fool,” said the freak as he embraced my limp body and carried me around the room singing a haunting sick melody

He would whip his face toward me spraying me with blood. This amused him because between the humming of the tune, he would laugh that freakish excited little girl laugh he had

His powerful arms threw me onto the table and he started to passionately kiss me. The taste of his blood and the sheer fear I was feeling mad me vomit. This seemed to put him into a frenzy as he desperately tried to gulp up my vomit. He then took a huge bite and took off my entire top lip

At this, my fear turned into violent energy as I tried to get away. I succeeded in pushing him off, but he chased me, grabbed my naked leg and started feeding again

Pinning me to the floor with one arm, he reached into his back pocket with his other and once again the light caught something shiny. It was a nine-inch butcher knife. We both let out a harsh shrill, then he shouted, “Quiet. You need to finally enjoy something good.”

There was a silence as he took the knife and slowly sunk it into his own stomach. He let out a guttural moan and spilled his blood all over my face like an evil orgasm in a porno movie made in the worst part of hell

He looked me in the face and whispered, “It’s in me now.”

He withdrew the blade and placed it to my stomach. I begged him to let me go, don’t do it, I would do anything

He just mimicked me and said, “Now, you just enjoy this like I do.”

With that, he slowly forced all nine inches of the blade into my gut. I could feel the cold steel ripping through my flesh. I was pinned down, unable to move. The blade brought a burning sting like nothing I’d ever felt. Immediately, my body rushed with endorphins and adrenaline

I mewed and cried as he withdrew the blade

He started to cry as the knife made another entry

The adrenaline took over and I found myself going into convulsions. I freed my hands and started hitting and tearing wildly at any body part of his I could grab. This seemed to excite him more and his strokes grew faster as he cried with delight

My fear turned to sheer anger. It was a total violation and I was the victim. He already stabbed me enough to kill me and I knew there was no way I was going to live through this, but I was so pumped with adrenaline, it felt as though I had a lot of energy

I wailed at him and tore at his face. My fingers slipped into the axe cracks in his cheeks and I tore his face apart. My anger was growing. I knew it wasn’t long before I lost my energy and started to fade. I had to take this maniac with me. He’s already wounded. He’s gotta be feelin’ it but he just keeps pumpin’ the knife into my gut and yelping with delight

My arms flailed on the ground as I screamed. I came across something that felt like a big stick of wood. I grabbed it with my right hand. The end of it caught the blood red light. It was the axe

I started to whack at the maniac. First at his legs. I could hear his sick wails now turn into cries of pain. But, it was odd. It seemed as though he revelled in the pain

I actually hacked off his right leg from the knee down as we rolled over. Now I was on top and my anger and rage was at an all-time high. I whacked and screamed at the maniac’s head. The more I tore his body up, the more freakish his laughs. I cursed him for killing me as I cried

“Now you’re gonna be dead, you freak! How you like it, ha, feels good to you?” I yelled

Then the oddest sensation came over me. I started to feel a great delight in watching this monster suffer. I started to feel a fulfilment in every stroke. A rush of a thrill shot through my body with every thrash and I could hear myself giggling. I whacked his body until my arms ached. The cries coming from his pulp-like face turned into feeble vomits of blood. Then he just lay there as I hacked away in great delight while violently kicking the limp body

As I broke into a full on frenzied laugh, I noticed a transformation in what was left of his face. I saw my own face. With this I slowed down my strokes. I could feel the loss of blood in my own body taking its toll. My vision was blurring. The fiend lay there in a bloody mess. I looked deep into the face. It was my own. I rolled off the bloody corpse

The door swung open and two police officers busted in

“Mother of God.” I heard one say with deflated breath

When I looked down, a bolt of confusion shot through my entire body

It was me. It was me all along. I was the only one in the room. I was the maniac all along. I had killed all those kids so artfully. I had hacked up my own body in a feverish frenzy. My face was a mess and half of my leg lay in front of me. The axe embedded in my own thigh and a nine inch butcher knife sunken into my stomach. A feeling of great relief washed over me

The maniac was finally dead