s$ $$ .d""b. .d""b. HOE E'ZINE #1033 [-- $$""b. $$ $$ $$ $$ -- ------------------------------------------- --] $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ss$$ "Ralph: Chapter 2" $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ by Hort (hort@hoe.nu) $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ 03/8/00 [-- $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ -- ------------------------------------------- --] $$ $$ "TssT" "TssT" Two years later... (and no one has done the world a favor yet) A red tint enveloped the room as a loud buzzing woke Ralph. He reached over and hit the snooze button on his alarm clock. The buzzing continued. Ralph thought it was odd that he could not feel the familiar plastic of the clock as he hit the snooze button again. The red tint disappeared, and a cold blue morning light revealed itself. Ralph sat up and turned his alarm off. He shook his head and grabbed the blankets off his floor and wrapped them around him. He had his usual morning erection, but he didn't care. Ralph sat for five minutes trying to warm up. After nearly dozing off again, Ralph stumbled into his bathroom and started his shower. After painfully finding out that shampoo is not actually a good lubricant, Ralph got ready for another day of school. All he could think about was Sarah, again. Thinking about her never really created any feelings for him, it was just something to fill the void and he pulled his socks up snugly around his ankles. Making sure he would arrive approximately 30 minutes early, Ralph drove to school. It was a twenty minute drive, so he left fifty minutes before school started. He got there exactly the time he planned and pulled into the back of the parking lot, turned the engine off, sat back, and listened to his music. When the first bell rang, signifying it was time to come to class, Ralph walked towards the building. This building was significantly smaller than the one he was in two years before. It was a single story as compared to a three-story building. It also had about the same number of people in it, making things a bit more crowded. Ralph made a small prayer to the god that he still didn't believe in that there wasn't anyone sitting outside smoking that he would have to walk past. He pulled his black coat over his mostly black shirt, and walked inside. It was summer. It was 90 degrees outside. His first class of the day was speech. Thankfully, today, no speeches were being given, so Ralph relaxed a bit. All he carried into school was his notebook, and that's all he needed for speech. He walked over to his locker and opened it up and threw his notebook inside. He checked it twice to make sure he had paper, then took it back out of his locker and walked to class. He sat in the same spot on the desk that he always sat at. The desks in the room were strangely setup. They were arranged in a large 'U' shape, the entire thing being used as one solid desk. Everyone in the room was forced to sit by one or two people. Matt was already sitting at his desk, looking down at whatever demonic drawing he was working on that day. Matt and Ralph had a very unique relationship. They were friends in the unique social situation that neither of them had any friends around. This time, like 99% of the life of Ralph, was one of them. Also, the two shared the same outlook on life. Matt, however was a lot more sociable and stable. Out of the two, he would be voted less likely to end up in a mental institution. Sarah walked in, and Ralph glanced over to the door almost instinctively, then looked back forward. She walked over and sat by him, as usual, and they looked at each other and smiled. Ralph muttered a 'good morning' under his breath, and Sarah, without even hearing what he said, knew him well enough to respond. "Good morning!" she said in her usual chipper voice. 'Chipper' was the exact word Ralph was thinking when she said it. He then reflected on the fact that she had an over-bite, and the picture of a buck-toothed chipmunk came into his head. Ralph turned to Matt and said, "Have you ever had the intense feeling to shove a pine tree up your ass?" Mike retorted, "I tried, last night. Didn't work out." He never looked up from his drawing. "Oh, ok." Ralph turned back to Sarah and smiled. The last bell rang to tell the students that they should get their head out of whomevers ass it was in and pay attention to the big ass up front. Ralph began his five minute count down subconsciously. Meanwhile, Mr. Shane Flanders began his 10 minute discussion on how the movie 'Good Morning Vietnam!' was an important part of American Culture and how peons in speech class should give speeches on it. Ding! Five minutes were up and Ralph opened up his notebook, and slowly tore out a piece of paper slowly so as not to attract attention. He then wrote 'what's going on?' on it and passed it over to Sarah. They had been passing notes back and forth daily for a few months now, and Ralph preferred talking to her that way than talking to her face to face. But this was progress, he thought, to be talking to her at least. He had even convinced her to agree to have sex with him (yes, she was a slut), they just couldn't find a place to do it. Ralph lacked the mental bridge that could have made him realize that they could have had sex in about the twenty places he jerked off regularly when he was not at home. Today, unlike any other day, Ralph had a question to ask Sarah. He had some weed and he wanted to invite her out to lunch to smoke it. In one of the previous letters, she had mentioned that she had wanted to do that with him, and ever since, that had been his ultimate goal. Now all that was left was asking her. Fortunately, Ralph calculated the rejection chance at being approximately five point six percent. She agreed, and they had scheduled it for the next day at lunch. Ralph could hardly contain his glee, as he had been waiting for a moment like this for what seemed like his entire life. Walking out of class that day, Ralph walked in a manner he was not familiar with, he felt like he was worthy of something for once. He had a little more bounce in his stride, and a little more drool dripping down his chin than normal. The rest of the day was uneventful for Ralph. He waited outside Sarah's second class of the day as usual to hand her the usual piece of gum. He felt somehow that this brought them closer together, as he did anytime he got to see her. Little things meant a lot to Ralph. Had he not been able to give her that piece of gum that day, Ralph would have been depressed for days on end. At lunch, Ralph drove to a secluded spot in the country and sat in his car and listened to music for half an hour. He giddily talked to himself about how what he was going to do the next day at lunch, and all the things it could mean. Maybe Sarah would want to go out with him again, and who knows what could happen. Yes, this was going to be Ralph's big break, this was what was going to start his life. No more would he be spending those long weekends alone. Ralph was going to be someone, he would be happy. Ralph drove home that night with even more glee. He even gave up his usual practice of stopping on the side of the road and looking lustfully at the cow pastures. Nothing could ruin his state of complete happiness, well, except for maybe coming home to find his mother in a bloody heap on the floor and his father desperately looking for a wooden spoon again. Even then, it would be debatable. For the rest of the night, he could think of nothing but what was going to happen that next day. When he did attempt to sleep, he could still not keep his mind from thinking about it. He only wanted to sleep, to bring the next day close, but yet he couldn't. Ralph reflected on this, but his infantile mind could not draw any conclusions, and he slept. . . . "I'm sorry, I completely forgot, can we do it tomorrow?" Sarah looked at Ralph innocently batting her big brown eyes. "S-sure..." Ralph said hesitantly. He usually did a rather good job of not letting on that he was utterly and completely crushed. He had a lot of practice at that. However, the anticipation of the next day's lunch pretty much overwhelmed the disappointment. And so the vicious cycle started over again. Ralph sat at home that night thinking of nothing but the day's events. He rationalized to himself how Sarah could still love him and do this to him. How maybe she didn't want him to think that she was too interested in him. That must have been it. Definitely. Screams of passion filled the room. It was a full moon out, but the blinds were closed, allowing in only enough light to illuminate the two bodies slightly. Sight was hardly the sense being used in this situation, however, and all movement was based on touch. Ralph slowly caressed her feminine body underneath his own as he thrust himself inside her at a moderate pace. He stopped for a moment to pay special attention to her breasts; he could tell that she enjoyed that immensely. Soon enough, another orgasm ripped through her body as she stretched her arms above her head and screamed Ralph's name. The mere sound triggered his own. As he came inside her, he gripped his right hand around the front of her neck. Pressure applied at the right points enabled him to distinguish her trachea from the other muscles and tendons in her neck, and he quickly moved his hand around it and clenched it tightly. Warm blood bathed his hand as it penetrated the skin. With one terrible jerk, he ripped out her wind pipe. Blood gushed down what was remaining of it into her lungs, a slight gurgling sound emitting before the expected convulsions. The look of horror was plainly shown on her face even in the poor lighting. Ralph did not show an emotion, and merely watched her clutch her neck in vain. Blood rushed out between her fingers onto the bed, creating a dark shroud around her neck. Ralph held up the chunk of flesh over her face, causing the blood to drip down onto her forehead. He moved it down slightly to cause the blood to drop into her eyes. Involuntarily, her eyes twitched and closed. They would never open again Her mouth gaped open, in a futile attempt to get air. Ralph calmly put the flesh in his hand into her mouth. He threw the blankets off himself and walked into the bathroom. Without saying or thinking a single word, Ralph cleaned himself off. He found that blood was much easier to come off than he first thought. Ralph wondered what her name was. He was sure he would find out soon enough. He just had to remind himself to get the newspaper for the next few days. Ralph calmly walked back into his bedroom and looked at the motionless body on the bed. He flipped on the light, and looked at the extent of his damage. She looked prettier than he had remembered before, and he stood admiring her naked body for a moment. Ralph looked down at his watch. 2:30 a.m. Grabbing the covers from the bed, he looked them over quickly to see if any of the blood had gotten on them. He was lucky, there was a lot of blood all over his bed, but none had gotten on the blankets. Looking around, and seeing nothing to put the tarnished linen in, he walked into the living room, and headed directly for his storage closet. He took out the biggest box he could find, roughly the size of his dishwasher, and carried it clumsily back into the bedroom. He sat it down right next to the bed. He wrapped up the lifeless body in the blood soaked sheets and dragged the clump into the box. Looking around once more at the bloody bed, he decided he would deal with it later, and slid open his bedroom window. He figured that would keep any smells from building up while he was gone. Ralph tested his strength and made sure he could lift the box. He then proceeded to drag it outside. Silently praising himself for buying a truck, he lifted the box into the bed. The top of the box, still open, was luckily not low enough for anyone to easily look inside it. Without even stopping to lock his house, Ralph started his truck and drove off into the desert. The deserts in Nevada were vast, and luckily, Ralph had a spot in mind to bury the body. He also praised himself for having the forethought to buy a shovel and keep it in the truck in case the need arose.... [-------------------------------------------------------------------------] [ (c) HOE E'ZINE -- http://www.hoe.nu HOE #1033, BY HORT - 3/8/00 ]