Seeing RED - Tuesday Tales

Hello Fellow Fathomers!
Today's Tuesday Tale involves the word or theme, "red". I chose to continue from last week's installment of Tuesday Tales from my current thriller work in progress (WIP) Blue Ink- The Skin Stalker.
Today, The Skin Stalkers' victims simply wanted an exhilirating day of rock climbing....yet, it ended quite dismally for them instead.

"...Maria finally looked down to Sascha.  Even from her distance up the face of the rock, she observed Sascha looked peculiar as well.  “Are you ok?” Maria choked out.  Sascha looked up, her stance wobbling at the movement to look skyward.  Maria felt fear in her gut as the rope loosened from Sascha’s instability.  “Hey!”  Maria forced out. 
Maria’s exertion, combined with her fear, increased her heart rate, dizzying her equilibrium.  Sascha watched Maria, feebly holding onto the rope, as she worked to tighten her grip, “I’ve….got…you, babe.” Sascha answered Maria’s fearful address.  Sascha felt unstable on her feet, and suddenly the world turned black.  Dots danced in the place of the rock and she spun sideways in an attempt to hold the rope. 
Maria watched Sascha collapse as she screamed in horror, her hands, red and raw from gripping too tightly, began to bleed.  The slippery blood, combined with her increasing dizziness, interfered with her ability to hold onto the crevice and she peeled away from the face.  She screamed for the brief time she fell to the ground.  She thumped loudly when she landed only a few feet from Sascha. 

As they lay unconscious on the ground, their bodies still twitched from the effects of the poison. With each spasm, The Skin Stalker felt a surge of energy.  With inhuman speed, he gathered up their water bottles, the partial gallon of spiked sports beverage, and their bodies.  He left the climbing equipment on the ground and left their car in the parking lot.  This time, The Skin Stalker had an SUV parked closely to the scene.  He had softball equipment bags in the back of the cargo area.  Before they succumbed to rigor mortis, he folded each of them, one at a time, into a separate equipment bag. He punched a small blue dot, with a fountain pen, into the skin behind each of their right ears.  “Colin’s tattoo….” The Skin Stalker growled. Right before he zipped the bags shut, he tied plastic bags over each of their heads to ensure suffocation. 

The Skin Stalker left the area undetected.  He drove back toward Denver, deciding to leave one bag in a remote location in Castle Rock.  He had previously located a rarely used softball field on the western edge of the Denver suburb.  He unloaded Maria’s equipment bag entombed body into the visitor’s team dugout.  He was in and out of the park in less than three minutes.

He needed a special location for Sascha.  He wanted her body found more quickly than Maria’s.  He had a few choices and his decision depended upon the solitude of the field.  During the weekday, the softball fields should be primarily empty, but it was the Mr. Moms and stay at home moms frequenting nearby parks that had him concerned for disclosure."

Now, I welcome you to join my friends for their contribution of "red" for this week's Tuesday Tales, you just don't know what we will come up with next...
or what genre you might find...take a look!


Iris B said…
Dont' mess with the skin stalker!
SherryGLoag said…
Lindsay said it before me. Gruesome.
Jean said…
Yes, Davee, this is gruesome. Especially the part about suffocation. Gives me the creeps. Well done, lady!!

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