Night of Terror: Pt 3

Walter Glen was unsure. He’d seen the children walking up to the bank and run in. Undecided, he’d followed them. But that wasn’t what originally held him back. He’d been walking to his hotel on the eastern part of town and noticed their group. Walter had hidden behind the run down casino nearby. It wasn’t late enough for the regular drunks to stumble out at two or three in the morning. It had been only around eleven when he left the shop.

It had been time to start a new life, he convinced himself. It wasn’t his fault his wife left him. It wasn’t his fault she’d run away and he had followed her. He had known she couldn’t run forever. Walter remembered finding her in that old musty hotel down south in Arizona. She shouldn’t have been there. She was supposed to be with him; in his house, with his kids they would have, welcoming him home. That’s the way it had to be. He had reasoned with himself that he’d only killed her because he had to.

Again, he remembered her sitting sunken, and defeated on the edge of the stained bed, almost like she knew he’d be there, like she was waiting for him to take her back.

McKenzie was beautiful; so graceful and always there for him. He was the happiest man alive when she walked up that isle, in that ivory white dress cut beautifully for her; her deep green-blue eyes shining up at him, her short brown hair with its natural highlights resting so cute on her shoulders. The happiest when she said she would stay with him forever; until death do them apart.

McKenzie Lee Glen. He loved the way her name sounded. It fit perfectly. So perfect. Their life had been perfect; filled with love and a great future together.

But because of her friend, her best friend Kevin, their life, their future had been ruined, destroyed. Walter hated the man, loathed him. The day McKenzie had come to him and said she didn’t love him anymore, and that there was another man, it killed him. His Kenzie, his little Kenzie, walking out of his life. He’d told her she couldn’t do that, that she couldn’t do that to him, to them. All attempts to change her mind were futile, utterly pointless. Her mind was made and only he knew how stubborn she was. Kenzie had run, tried the police, even a restraining order, but nothing in her useless tries could prevent him from returning to her, and she knew that. She knew that all along; when she had seemingly waited for him, she knew her life was diminishing in front of her eyes.

Still, he never regretted what he did. She shouldn’t have run, not from him.

Watching the children’s group, he felt it was time. Even if it had been Kenzie whose life he had taken, he liked the power he had felt. He liked that adrenaline and control over a weak, pathetic victim. He wanted to feel that again. Walter had never experienced anything such as what he had felt in that motel.

The job afterwards wasn’t a part he would like to deal with again. Still, it wasn’t like anyone who would stay in the room afterwards would think anything of the red-brown color in the cracks. It must be black by now, and no one would think the wiser.

Walter was drawn to this group. He’d felt the fragile atmosphere around them. By their looks, they had to be at least sophomores in high school, maybe older. Easy to eliminate, to dispose of and not think twice about it.

Unmistakably mesmerized by these unthinking students, he followed them. Authority and control washed through him and he wondered, were they ready to face their fate, were they ready to play their part in his ruthless game?