We moved past the sleeping compartments, through the bar, and into a new carriage. This one included a small spa, with a dining area at the far end.

I pushed open the doorway leading into one of the small spa compartments. Empty. I approached the next one.

Upon opening the door, I was met with a brutal scene. A corpse lay still on a massage table, his...or her, face was smashed in with a heated rock. Burns, bruises, and gashes covered the victim's face.

"This..is most unpleasant."

I knelt down beside the victim and noticed their dead hand clutching something. I unclasped the grip and two objects fell to the floor. I lifted them carefully and shined my flashlight on them. They were unmistakable. In my hand sat two purple hearts.

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Bernie needed a break. All of these killings...they brought back memories. The sound of Trey's gunshot send Bernie into a spin. Seeing Steve's brains splatter against the wall like that...it reminded him all too much of another time.

"No...no I won't go back. I WON'T GO BAAACK!" Bernie yelled as he sprinted away. He ran by the rows of room doors, through the bar, and into the spa and dining carriage. Bernie jumped into the nearest open doorway, a spa room.

"This foxhole will do...yes...this should do quite nicely."

Bernie rocked himself back and forth as the darkness of the tunnel took over. He reached desperately into his pocket for his meds, but they still hadn't turned up. He wasn't the same without his meds. That's when he saw the massage table.

"Maybe...maybe this is all I need. Maybe a rest will help."

Bernie started up the heating rocks and laid down comfortably on his back. This was nice. It helped him forget about all of the horrors in life.

He opened his eyes in time to catch one final horror.

A figure stood above him, heated rock in their gloved hand. Bernie screamed out, but it was much too late. The figure brought the stone down hard into Bernie's face, cracking his teeth and sending several down his throat.

"SLITSER COVER ME! COVER ME SLISTERRRR!"

The stone was brought down again, this time even harder. Then again. Then again. Brain tissue splattered out on all sides. Bernie's face caved in completely. The killer left the bloody, hot stone in the dent in Bernie's face and crept out of the compartment.

Quentin yelled to the crowd. "TAKE NOTE--"

*THUD*

Quentin's verbal diarrhea was interrupted by Frank smashing him over the head with a metal stool. Quentin fell to the ground and clutched onto his head.

"Quentin you aree DONE MY FRIEND" Frank roared.

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Quentin had diarrhea.

He ran to the toilet as fast as he could, but seemed to shit himself a bit before he could make it. He unbuckled the pants to his cheap suit and plopped down on the toilet.

"Quentin...are you okay?" a voice asked from outside the door. It was his date, who was a one out of ten at best. They were at a cheap restaurant, as it was all Quentin could afford.

"I'M FINE!" he shrieked nervously from the bathroom.

Quentin gripped the edge of his knees as he pushed with all his might. Nothing was coming out.

He leaned forward and gritted his teeth, stomping his feet as he did so. His face turned bright red and his veins began to pop from his temple. "COME ON..COME ON YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!" he screamed.

"ARGHHHHHH. FUCK!" Quentin yelled as stomped three more times.

"AAAAAAARHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGH!!!!!!!!!"

*plop*

Quentin sighed and fell backwards against the toilet in relief. He took a few moments to catch his breath.

Suddenly, the toilet collapsed, knocking Quentin onto his ass. The pipes above him burst as the toilet water mixed with his disgusting diarrhea leaked into his shocked, open mouth. Shit covered Quentin's face and entered his throat.

As it happened, the door to the bathroom opened up. Quentin's date and the entire restaurant looked on as the pathetic Quentin continued to lay there in his own shit. His date walked up to him, stomped down on his balls, and left in disgust.

The water stopped flowing. Just when Quentin thought this couldn't get any worse, he looked upwards. There was no toilet paper left.


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Before he could stand back up, Quentin was forced into the ground by Paddy and Hannah. "Sorry Q." Hannah said as she stomped down on his crotch.

Paddy searched on a nearby table in the food court and found an old, rusty spoon. As Frank pinned Quentin's arms behind his back, Paddy went to work. He slammed the old spoon down into Quentin's eye socket and began to carve around. Quentin shrieked like a girl as Paddy fished the spoon around beneath his eye. Finally, he bent the spoon's handle downwards as Quentin's eye popped from its socket.

Quentin writhed around in pain as Geenee hovered over and collected the eye. Frank held Quentin still as Geenee forced Quentin's eye down his own throat. Quentin gurgled as he was forced to chew on and swallow his own eyeball. Puss leaked from the corners of his mouth as he did so.

Saitei roundhouse kicked Quentin in his jaw to shut him up. "HATE name Quentin. HATE!!" she said as she plunged a knife down into his belly.

Quentin's stomach was ripped open as the group tore his internal organs straight from their home. Quentin screamed in agonizing pain while Frank held Quentin's one good eye open to make him watch.

Paddy found a shard of glass nearby and used it to slice out Quentin's tongue, silencing him once and for all. Billy took two pens from his notepad and shoved them deep into Quentin's eardrums. Geenee used a knife to pluck Quentin's fingernails and toenails off one at a time.

Quentin peed his pants and shit himself as he continued to squirm around violently, spewing out blood and vomit as he did so.

It was now the big man's turn. Frank.

Frank flipped Quentin onto his stomach and punched his massive arm straight through Quentin's anus. Quentin's head bobbed up in pain and slight pleasure as Frank fished around for what he was looking for. Finally, he reached his target.

With all of his might, Frank tugged at Quentin's pair of minuscule testicles from the inside. They tore at the seams as Frank yanked them right off, somehow tearing off Quentin's penis as well.

Silver Fox was busy mopping the floor when he looked up and noticed the messy violence. The group stopped for a moment and began to apologize for the mess, but Mongoose and Silver Fox raised their hands to silence them. This was one mess they would let slide. Quentin watched through one eye in horror as Mongoose vacuumed up his severed, shriveled penis, tearing it to shreds as he did so.

The group lifted Quentin's pathetic, mutilated corpse from the ground and threw him towards the elevator. They placed him on the stain that was once Timmy as Geenee whisked to the top and slammed on the down button.

Quentin tried to speak as the elevator lowered, but the chewed up eyeball and severed tongue lodged in his throat made it difficult. To add insult to injury, Frank shut up him further by stuffing Quentin's testicles into his mouth as well.

The elevator pressed against Quentin's back, compressing his body. Blood oozed from his wounds and his bones snapped to powder. His skull was the last to go, but it went just as easily. The elevator slowly pressed further, mashing Quentin's skull into nothing.

The group began to laugh and cheer as Quentin was reduced to nothing more than another stain on the floor in the Black Creek Mall.