Chapter 10: Adam's Second Task/Victoria "The Surgeon" Hull/Betrayal

(October 30th, 2041). (My cell - late night).

One day left until I'm gone from this world completely. Until I'm washed from the face of this earth as if I never even existed. One day... My hours are numbered and yet they all still walk free! No worries, fore I know where they'll meet tomorrow night, but first, allow me to introduce the final member of the original Slash and Burn Society.

It involved Adam McDull's second task and a serial killer known primarily as, "The Surgeon".

(December 31st, 1991). (On the bank of the ocean channel).

I still do not know what happened to the group on the day of Adam's first task. All I knew at this point of time, was he called for us to meet on the rocky shore side behind the slaughterhouse. It was so fucking cold that day; the temperature had dropped below fifteen, and all I had to keep warm was this new jacket I bought.

That and Rachel's hands resting inside my pockets. She was shivering like no tomorrow behind me, as we awaited Adam to make his appearance. Simon and Maggie decided to huddle together nearby a burning barrel at an attempt to stay warm. There were numerous dark grey cloud looming overhead, mocking me to my very core.

(I began to kick myself in the ass at that point for not buying a decent pair of fuckin' gloves, but I digress.) The familiar sound of creaking metal broke out silence as Adam threw open the back door. "I'm sorry to keep y'all waitin'. What I 'ave 'ere is a new... prospect you could say!" Grasped in his nasty clutches was a tall, semi chubby girl.

She had a medium sized, mouth with a thick, pierced bottom lip. Her nose was small and she had huge blue eyes. She had honestly the biggest set of breasts I've ever seen. She was wearing a thick pair of jogging pants and a nasty set of fuzzy boots. The rest of us had nearly the same attire, minus the weird ass footwear.

Right, so this girl reminded me a bit of a fatter version of Kim Kardashian. Cause she wasn't too big, but just enough to make her look chubbier. (I'm getting off topic, so let's get back to Adam's task at hand.)

"Righ'! Get o'er there lass." He somewhat shoved her down the hill, but I caught her in time. "This woman 'ere is known for 'er amazin'... surgical procedures. I need 'er 'ere 'cause she'll help y'all with my next assignment."

(At this point I had no fuckin' clue what he wanted with a surgeon to be honest. And that scared the living shit out of me. I felt bad enough with the red head task, but this... This was freaking me the fuck out!)

He began pacing like he always did, back and forth; back and forth he went. I lost count of how many fuckin' times that old man repeated his steps, rambling on and on. "I need y'all to go to the local hotel down by the Empire State Building. There's a party goin' on there, full o' more red heads. I don' wan' their hair anymore. No, I wan'..." He cut off, so he could face us all.

A very sinister smile formed and he chuckled. "Well I wan' their arms an' legs, complete with their 'ands an' feet. And if ye can get yer 'ands on a perfect busty torso, an' a nice ass, then I won' argue with ya'!"

"What do you want with those?!" It was Victoria who spoke up this time. (Also, it was hard to really listen when I was paying attention to my ears feeling like they were gonna fuckin' fall off, but I did hear that question loud and clear.)

And Adam just shrugged at us all and continued. "What I do with the limbs y'all obtain fer me is my business and mine alone. Now, y'all are probably wonderin' what yer payment's gonna be for such a task, eh?" "Now you're speaking my language," Simon chimed in.

(I wanted nothing to do with this man at this point anymore. He freaked me out too much during the first task and now... Now he started to sound like a fuckin' necromancer. I was beginning to piece together that we were doing his dirty work so he could fulfill his sick little fetish. Even that was too much for someone like me.)

"It better be fuckin' good Adam!" I remember yelling. (I thought this was gonna piss him off, but he just laughed. I felt so sick at this point.)

Rachel must have been the same because her grip around my waist was tightening. It wasn't until now that Edward decided to make his appearance. He was wrapped up tight in a thick Winter jacket, snow pants and insulated boots. "What'd I miss?" (That's all he could ask... 'What did I miss?')

And all old man McDull did was wave him forward like he was his long lost son. "Come on over boy! I was jus' tellin' these people that I wan' arms an' legs complete with feet an' hands. N' if you can get a good torso with a perfect bust size, and a great ass, then I won't say no ter that! I'll even toss in a bonus."

"Cool! Who's this?" he asked. I saw the way he was looking at Victoria, with that weird ass expression of his. The way he was mentally undressing her was way too obvious. The girl shuddered, and stepped away before Adam spoke back up.

"Victoria 'ere is a world renowned surgeon. She will be my new close buddy until we can finish what I set out ter do!" (Now, I couldn't speak for anyone else, but I had a very disturbing feeling in the pit of my stomach. I kept thinking about the hair, the body, the wanting legs and arms... What the fuck? That's all I thought. What-the-fuck?)

"Victoria, if you wouldn' mind comin' on up 'ere and accompanyin' me back in the slaughterhouse. The rest of y'all get goin'! Oh! And fer yer payment. It will be ten thousand for the sets of legs n' arms. An extra twenty five hundred for a nice ass n' breasts." He waved us off like a pack of mules. That's all we fucking were to his old ass. His lackeys that did all his shopping for him.

I totally forgot that my legs had gone too numb to walk and nearly collapsed when Rachel pulled on my arm. Thankfully Simon caught me and then the rest of them disappeared. I kinda figured it was off to that hotel to spot out their victims.

Before Victoria followed in Adam's wake, she slipped me a note and reluctantly entered the building. "What did she give you?" I sensed Rachel's curiosity and immediately began reading. It said, "Dear whomever this may concern. I wish to advise to you that this man isn't who he seems. There is a reason he brought me onto the team. Yes, I murder people and yes, whomever I murder deserved it one hundred percent..."

(I hadn't even realized that I was already getting into a taxi. I mean at all! It wasn't until Rachel slid in the opposite side that I understood what had happened.)

"Take us to the New York Manhattan Hotel!" "New York Manhattan? How do you know which one it is?" She just laughed at me... (I have to note that her laugh both intoxicated and infuriated me at the same damn time. It's so hard to describe the sensation I felt from that. Perhaps it was... intoxifuriating. Now that word wasn't too hard to piece together, I apologize for that but I'm awfully distracted.)

So we were off and I continued to silently read the note. "...For the most part, I murder child molesters. I would kill the occasional pimp from time to time, but it was usually pedophiles. I would surgically cut their legs and arms off, and then sew the holes shut. From there, I would pour honey all over their genitals and watch as flies laid their eggs and burrowed into their skin. I knew that after I finished medical school, that this was my life goal.

Please do not be angry with me. I kill because I have to rid the streets of this horrible scum! I know what it's like to lose your innocence so very young and I started with my aunt and uncle. Both of which mercilessly molested me until I was old enough to wield a knife. From there I gained their trust and eventually cut off both their genitals and slit their stomachs open like pigs!

Forgive me, I'm going off topic. I can't do this... What Adam wants me to do. What he's doing is wrong! He kills for no reason, just for the thrill of it all. I beg of you, heed my warning and stop this man before he goes too far! Horrible things are in store for whomever continues to work with him. I may be putting myself at danger for even writing this.

If you do accept my warning, then go to the police! You don't have to turn yourself in, but get someone out here. Please! I'm begging you. Don't let him continue this heinous adventure any longer." - Victoria Hull.

"We have arrived at your destination." When I looked up, to my surprise, we weren't at the hotel at all. We were stationed right outside the N.Y.P.D. I stole a glance towards Rachel who not only looked super nervous, but scared all the while. "Was coming here your idea?"

She just nodded back at me. "After I read the rest of that letter, yes." (Keep in mind that Simon, Maggie and Edward were already probably seducing their targets to hotel rooms, before dismembering them.)

She and I went to the closest officer, who was a very tall and stocky bald man with dark skin. He had a tough, dominating appearance about him. I remember telling him all about the slaughterhouse and bits of my past; not the murderous bits mind you. (Hold on. This is where the story turns for the worst. You have to understand that I did not know that Rachel had cut her arms wide open. Not until the officer saw the blood dripping onto the sidewalk.)

"Are you okay ma'am?!" He sounded genuinely concerned. "Help! Help me! That man you're talking to is holding me captive! He's gonna murder me! He plans on performing necrophiliac sex acts after he kills me!" (You wanna know what she did after? She fuckin' feinted right there in front of the officer.)

I was so angry at that point that I grasped onto her arm. "Get up! Get the fuck up now! Oh you better... I swear to god you better..." "Sir, release your grip now!" (Whether it was the furious tone in my voice or the look of betrayal written on my face, I still to this day do not know what the officer was thinking. All I know is the next second I'm on my knees and he's cuffing me.)

He even read me my Miranda rights. He didn't have any tangible evidence on me either and yet, I'm being hauled into the station. (Of course later on, they raided the old apartment building because Rachel further dug that blade into my back. She discussed that she and I used to live there. She then stated that after she discovered the bloody knives and other weapons of torture, that I became unstoppable with rage and harmed her.)

And of course my prints were all over the fucking tools! Of fucking course! She must have went in there and wiped all her little prints off of each and every weapon, leaving only mine! She's the reason I'm here on death row. She's the reason that I'll never see the light of day again.