Sarah423

This was Warren Bercot's second month in the chat room. So far, he hadn't found the right one. Sure, he's coaxed a few girls over to his place but, none were exactly what he had been looking for. To him, most of the women were unattractive, desperate and pathetic. He often would say, "Why do they even waste their time?" That's except for Sarah423 with whom he's been working on for the past couple of weeks. And this afternoon they will finally meet.

Actually, he's not doing this for a long lasting, 'one of a kind loving relationship' as he describes in his profile. And he's not exactly as 'nice, lonely, and shy' as he leads them to believe. Not even close. Warren isn't exactly the 'take home to mom' poster boy but, don't tell anyone.

Sarah423 describes herself as a girl that "loves animals, alternative music, boys, etc. "All the things you would expect from a 16-year old teenage girl from San Antonio, Texas." She's a cute girl. Not exactly a beauty queen but, pretty in a homely, geekish way. She doesn't seem to be exactly brilliant. But, that's just fine with Warren. As a matter of fact, that's perfect.

Warren arrives at the bookstore slash coffee shop and peers through its glass walls. He stands for a moment in his blue jeans and Abercrombie shirt, perusing the small cliques of youths mingling and socializing. Behind them a bulletin-board with fliers of upcoming concerts, 'for-sell' ads and a missing persons flier of a teen girl with long blond hair. "How eager they all seem." he thought to himself.

He sees the red hooded sweatshirt with the blue backpack setting alone on a stool in the periodicals section, thumbing through a teen magazine and drinking a berry flavored Snapple. Her blue jeans are rolled up showing just the very tops of her pink socks which are sheathed inside a pair of black canvas Converse gym shoes.

Warren approaches from behind and says, "Fancy meeting you here." She spins on her toes to face her chat room confidante`. She smiles and squeaks out, "Warren?" He smiles and she reaches out to embrace him as if they had been best friends forever. Through her cotton hooded top he can feel the firmness of her youth and the resolve of her ribcage affirms him of her slenderness. Warren is pleased.

They find a spot where they both can lounge for a moment and talk. A soft couch with a coffee table. His eyes are all over her shape as he watches her shift for a comfy position. "It's about time. I finally meet the infamous Sarah423 in the flesh." Warren proclaims with a smirk on his clean-shaven face. Sarah smiles back. "You're taller than I imagined, and your hair looks better in person." Sarah giggles and stretches her gum.

"Does my hair look that bad on the net?"

"Not exactly bad. It just looks thicker here where I can see you better."

"Well, do you like it so far?"

"Do I like what I see, you mean?"

"Yeah."

Sarah stands slowly, her eyes locked on his crotch as she rises. "Tell you what. Let's get out of here and I'll let you know exactly what I think. That's unless you think I'm too young, of course."

Warren rises himself. "Let's go."

On the way to his apartment, Sarah dances in her seat to music on the radio. Warren thinks to himself that this has never been so easy before. He grins and silently celebrates his luck. He knew that he would get her eventually. He just had no idea it would be this easy. She was dumber than he had expected. He can barely contain himself watching her touching her own breasts. Moving her hands down to caress her own youthful thighs was almost too much for him.

Sarah turns down the radio. "Why don't you park the car back there somewhere?" His head quickly jerks in her direction. They are driving down a very private part of highway. All he had to do was find a dirt road to turn off onto that leads back behind the woods. He knew that it would be safe and no one would be able to see or hear anything from the road.

"This looks perfect!" he says to his young companion. "No one around for miles." Warren stops and kills the engine in a spot that's far from the highway. It has trees and bushes that would make a great place to hide a platoon of military tanks. "Do you have anything?" Sarah asks, smiling. "If not, I have something right here."

Warren wakes to find that he's been stripped naked and tied to a tree. Handcuffs bind his wrists and steel bicycle cables held together with a thick combination lock truss his ankles. He's completely immobile. Sweat drips from his forehead. He's still somewhat dazed but conscious and, very much alive.

"Wha... What the fuck? What's happening?" he asks. The sound of confidence no longer in his voice. Sarah slowly turns her gaze towards him. "Ah, so you're finally awake. This is what put you to sleep." Sarah throws a personal stun gun at his feet. She walks towards him. She looks somehow different to Warren. The look of innocence he remembers from before has disappeared from her face. Standing only inches from his face now, Sarah peers into his eyes. "Playtime is just starting, lover. I think you're in big trouble."

"What?"

'You're not as smart as you think you are, Mr. Bercot." Sarah's back is turned to him now.

"How do you know my last name? What kind of game"

"Patty Keeler."

"Patty Keeler...who are you, and what the Hell's going on?"

He watches as she goes to her back pack on the ground and pulls out a paper. She walks slowly back to him and shows him what she has in her hand is not just a piece of paper. It's a photograph of a girl. A young girl with blond hair. "Patricia Keeler! She was my 13-year old sister, and you murdered her!"

His jaw drops to the floor and his blood red eyes open wide in disbelief. "No! I didn't do anything to her, I swear!" The metal from the handcuffs cutting into his skin as he struggles to free himself. "Don't try to deny it, you son of a bitch! I know the whole story. You're a pedophile that raped and murdered my little sister, and now you're going to die!"

"Please! I'm sick! I need help!"

"Beg!"

"Wha..?"

"I said beg you coward! Beg like my sister begged when you strangled her to death! Beg like all the girls you've killed!"

"Please! I beg you! Don't kill me!"

"I'm not going to kill you, Warren."

He looks up with spit and drool running from his mouth. "You're not going to kill me."

"No, Warren. I won't kill you. But you'll wish I had" Sarah grabs a glass jar from her back pack. The contents of which being a small sample of assassins.

Warren looks in horror. "Fire ants!" He knows Southern Texas is filled with them and what they can do to living flesh. He pleads and begs Sarah. She laughs as she wraps his head around the tree with duct tape. She then pours honey around his now weak and paling body. Sarah lets the twenty or so fire ants out of the jar and onto Warren's body, knowing that their pheromones will attract more fire ants.

Within an hour his body will be covered. Their stinging pincers sinking into his skin. "Get them off of me!" he shrieks over and over. Every bite one tiny piece of excruciating Hell. Much like the Hell Sarah feels herself whenever she thinks of how she encouraged her little sister Patty to meet Warren in the first place. How she had always told her baby sister to have more fun instead of being the boring bookworm Sarah used to call her. And how she never told anyone that she knew where Patty was headed the very last time she saw her.

Sarah gathers her things and walks to Warren's car. The memory of her sister is with her every step.