Manslaughterer – Chapter Two

So here’s the next chapter. Hope you enjoy it. Come back next week for part 3!

 

“It should be just up here on the left.” Rick’s eyes were fixed firmly on the road ahead whilst Russell’s were equally fixed on the loose end of the ball of string sitting in his lap.

“How do you know about this place?” Russell questioned.

“When I was young I always wanted to come here. I saw it on a map when we were planning a camping trip, the lake was huge. It seemed like a great place to take some friends.”

“Surely others would’ve had that thought…. There might be people there.”

“It’s unlikely. The reason we never went was that the lake was too heavily polluted to swim in. No one goes there.”

They pulled into a dirt track leading down about a mile into the thick forest surrounding the area. Once they reached the end of the track Rick turned to Russell and handed him a torch.

“Walk for five minutes in that direction and then you’ll see it. Make sure everything’s clear. We don’t want to drag the body all the way there and then have to bring it back.”

“Why do I have to go?”

“You’re right. It’s completely unreasonable for me to suggest that you, the murderer, be the one to do this little task.”

“Hey come on…. Manslaughterer.” Rick answered Russell with a look that questioned which body he was wanting to dump in the lake.

He sat in silence awaiting Russell’s return. It was more than once that the thought of just getting out and walking away crossed his mind. All that stopped him was the certainty that, left to Russell, this was only going to spiral even further out of control and now he was implicated. A light shone briefly through the passenger window before the door swung open and Russell climbed in.

“Is it safe?”

“We’ll it’s safe if you’re looking for a reasonably priced, luxury getaway suitable for all the family, less so if you wanting to dump a corpse in a lake.”

“What??”

“It’s been converted into a glamping resort. You know? Where people pay money to be sheltered from nature in a natural setting.”

“Fuck.. Did anyone see you?”

“I don’t think so, they might have seen the light from the torch but they’d probably just assume I was a pervert sneaking around. Which just to clarify I’m not.”

“No you’re above that, you’re just a murderer.”

“Rick, please. Manslaughterer.”

“So it looks like we’re going to have to bury it.”

“You didn’t let me finish. I checked the other direction while I was out there. There’s a small lake, more of a large pond really, with nothing else around it. We’ll be safe.”

“I appreciate the introduction to glamping but next time lead with that. Now, let’s get this done with.”

They learned quickly that carrying a body any distance farther than that between the front door and the car was no easy task. They were not fit men and they ached. The lake couldn’t have come sooner. Russell was right, it was more of a pond. It sat in a small opening in the trees with slowly declining banks leading to the almost circular body of water in the middle. They lay the body at the edge of the water and tried to stretch their aches away.

“Go that way and find any stones or rocks you can, he’ll float like this.”

Russell returned with two armfuls of rocks, about the same amount that Rick had scavenged whilst waiting. They stuffed each one in between the bed sheet and the former drug dealer. With just a look and no words they each picked up an end of the body.

“Three swings and then throw?”

“Sure.” Russell said with a nod.

“One… Two…. Three!”

The body landed in the water with feeble splash, the water rose barely half way up the shoulder the result resembling someone who had fallen asleep in a puddle. They both stared at the body for close to a minute. Russell stepped into the water and started to roll body over with kicks, only succeeding in make sure the bed sheet was fully soaked through.”Really?” Rick’s frustration dripped off the word. He pushed Russell aside and picked up the head of the body. “Get the feet, we’re going to have to wade it into the centre.” Russell followed the orders and moments later they were chest deep in dirty, freezing water. “This will do, it’s not like he’s going to just wake up and wade out.” Seconds after they let the corpse fall beneath the surface they were lit up but a powerful torch and the words that followed it.

“It’s a bit late for a swim isn’t it?” An old man stood there holding the light, his confusion mirroring Rick and Russell’s shock.

“Uh no, the water’s nice… you should come in.” As the words left Russell’s mouth Rick’s shock was redirected towards him.

“..No thank you. You two shouldn’t stay in there long, you’ll freeze to death.”

“We won’t, don’t worry.”

“I’ll leave you to it then.”

The old man walked off and Rick finally managed to gather some words together. “We’re going to have to kill him.”

“Who’s the murderer now?”

“Shut the fuck up Russell! That was too suspicious a thing to walk in on.”

“Ok, ok. Let’s follow the direction he walked off in. He’ll probably have a lodge where he’s gone back to bed.”
About ten minutes later they arrived at the lodge. The only building around, the light from its window had been visible for a good few hundred metres. Rick turned to Russell and started to detail the plan.

“Ok, so I’ll knock on the door and say our car is broken down, I’ll lead him out of the lodge and then you jump him from behind. Got it?”

“Got it.”

Rick took a moment to breathe and make a grab at the last remnants of normality. Realising that he was as far from normality as the drug dealer was from having a face he gave up and approached the door. He went to knock but just as his fist was about to make contact with the wood a hole exploded just passed his face. His ears rang like a fire alarm but he could just make the old man’s voice.

“Get the fuck away from my property!”

Russell was already running and screaming at the same time. Rick stumbled side to side before he managed to break into a run himself. They ran all the way back to the car without concern for their tiredness. They piled into the front seats, drenched head to toe in sweat. They sat in silence for a short while before Rick’s anger burst out. He shook in his seat and punched the steering wheel over and over again. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Russell bent down and picked up the ball of string and tried to speak but Rick immediately cut him off, snatched the ball off him and threw it out the window. The look on his face now showed he was certain that he’d dumped the wrong body in the lake.

The next morning Russell woke Rick with a cup of coffee and said “Rick, you need to see this.” Rick reluctantly got up and followed Russell to the kitchen where the TV was showing the news.

** FROM THE TV **

“Breaking news. A man has survived attempted murder after being shot in the face and left in a lake. When questioned by the police on how he managed to survive the man had this to say “I just woke up and waded out.””

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