{"id":2639,"date":"2023-02-15T02:20:31","date_gmt":"2023-02-15T02:20:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hauntedduluth.com\/twin-ports-terror\/?page_id=2639"},"modified":"2023-02-15T03:17:50","modified_gmt":"2023-02-15T03:17:50","slug":"ill-make-it-quick","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/hauntedduluth.com\/twin-ports-terror\/ill-make-it-quick\/","title":{"rendered":"I’ll Make It Quick"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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I’ll Make It Quick<\/strong><\/span><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>

The cashier stood behind the counter, trying his best to draw no attention to himself. His black shirt was embroidered with his name, Tim. It stood in stark contrast to the shiny array of cigarettes and tins of chew on display behind him. He had worked the night shift for years and had entertained the notion through many a long hour that sooner or later he would encounter \u201ctrouble.\u201d<\/span><\/p>

When it came, it was fast, it was brutal, and it was not the way he had imagined it would be.<\/span><\/p>

A man had entered the convenience store.\u00a0 He was the type you immediately takeook notice of; he came alone, without the usual headlights.\u00a0 The man was disheveled.\u00a0 His tattered, stained jeans, dirty pea coat, and stocking cap appeared slept in.\u00a0 The faint scent of death followed him into the store. The stranger stood in the entrance, looking to see how many others may have been lurking in the aisles before turning to consider the suddenly frightened cashier.<\/span><\/p>

Tim felt a sudden urge to urinate when their eyes locked.\u00a0 Unconsciously, his hand hovered near the panic button just under the counter, but he could not justify pushing it.<\/span><\/p>

\u201cHi, how can I help you today, sir?\u201d\u00a0 His voice cracked.\u00a0 Sweat appeared under his short, cropped, sandy blond hair.<\/span><\/p>

Without a word, the stranger approached.\u00a0 His pace slow, the stalking approach of a hunter.\u00a0 Tim swallowed hard and involuntarily stepped back from the counter.<\/span><\/p>

Another man burst through the doors.\u00a0 Duane, whom Tim had known for years, was short, bald, and stocky. He had soft eyes and an easy smile. Tonight, there was no smile on his face and no softness to his eyes.\u00a0 Tim’s sense of relief turned to panic as the bat Duane was carrying smashed violently on the stranger\u2019ss\u2019 skull.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

Tim felt warmth spread in his pants. Something soft, wet, and sticky splashed across his face and neck.\u00a0 Even as the stranger collapsed, Duane swung the bat a second time.\u00a0 There was an unmistakable sound of bone crunching, and the hat seemed to fold in an odd way around the shaft of the bat while somehow remaining on the man\u2019s head.<\/span><\/p>

Duane looked up apologetically at Tim.\u00a0 \u201cI’m really sorry to have to do this here.\u00a0 I’ll make it quick, I promise.\u201d<\/span><\/p>

Tim, throat dry, merely nodded.<\/span><\/p>

\u201cHand me that chair, will you?\u201d\u00a0 Duane pointed with the bat at a step stool behind the counter.\u00a0 Tim stared at the stool without responding.<\/span><\/p>

\u201cTim.,\u201d\u00a0 Duane said emphatically, drawing his attention back to him.\u00a0 \u201cI need that chair back there.\u201d<\/span><\/p>

Without thinking or speaking, he handed the stool to Duane.\u00a0 It was easy to mistake for a chair.\u00a0 It had three short steps and a high railing a personyou could either use as a backrest or to brace your knees against when stocking the high shelves.<\/span><\/p>

Tim met Duane’s eyes briefly.\u00a0 Green eyes were red -rimmed and had bags under them as if the man hadn’t slept in days.\u00a0 There was a hardness in them he had never seen in the years he had known the man.\u00a0 A shiver crept up his spine and raised the hair on the back of the cashier’shis neck.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

Duane took the stool and set it next to a display cooler not more than a dozen feet from the counter.\u00a0 He shoved it violently aside, revealing the plug and drain beneath it.\u00a0 Water puddled where the pipes separated.\u00a0 He lay the bloody bat haphazardly amongst the green apples.<\/span><\/p>

The stool was slammed in the puddle as the stocky man turned his attention to the long power cord.\u00a0 He pulled the entire length out from beneath the cooler and unplugged it.\u00a0 With quick, deliberate motions, he pulled a knife from his pocket and stripped the insulation, revealing the gleaming copper beneath.<\/span><\/p>

Duane turned and considered Tim with an unsmiling gaze.\u00a0 \u201cI’m sure we don’t have much time.\u201d<\/span><\/p>

\u00a0Another shock of terror shot through the cashiers\u2019\u2019s lanky body as Duane started to walk in his direction.<\/span><\/p>

\u201cWhen he wakes up I’m sure he’s going to be pissed.\u201d He considered the stranger he had just murdered.<\/span><\/p>

Tim looked at the corpse surrounded by a pool of dark blood.\u00a0 The stocky man dragged the body toward the stool, and with surprising strength, hoisted it to a seated position.\u00a0 Quickly, he pulled zip strips from his pocket and secured the arms and legs to the stool.<\/span><\/p>

A modicum of calm returned to the store clerk. Everything he had just witnessed was insane.\u00a0 Tim reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone.\u00a0 Enough was enough;, it was time to call the police.<\/span><\/p>

The corpse, one eye bulging from a fractured orbital socket, drew in a deep, gargling breath before letting out a scream of rage.\u00a0 Tim dropped his phone.\u00a0 The stool hopped up and down as the stranger railed against the zip ties binding him to the chair.<\/span><\/p>

Duane without show or pause wrapped the exposed wire around the man\u2019s neck and plugged it into the power socket.\u00a0 The rage suddenly turned into a wail of pain and despair.\u00a0 The stranger\u2019ss\u2019 body went rigid, and the hopping of the stool turned into a rapid staccato.\u00a0 Lights dimmed, threatening to go entirely before the short man unplugged the power cord.<\/span><\/p>

The stranger slumped back in the stool, tiny curls of smoke wispinged from his mouth. Duane leaned down and looked the man in his one good eye.<\/span><\/p>

\u201cI’m going to make this quick.\u201d\u00a0 His voice was flat, deadly in its intensity.\u00a0 \u201cI’m looking for my daughter.\u201d<\/span><\/p>

The little smile that crossed the stranger\u2019s lips turned into another scream as Duane plugged him in again.\u00a0 He watched without expression as the man jumped and twitched, only pulling the plug when the power threatened to short out the entire store.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

The stranger slumped in the chair, barely conscious, and the room was dead silent.\u00a0 In the background, a coffee machine beeped twice in alarm as it kicked back on.<\/span><\/p>

\u201cI’ve got all the time in the world,\u201d Duane said emphatically.\u00a0 \u201cWhat do you have, five, maybe six hours?\u201d<\/span><\/p>

\u201cYou have far less time than you…. AIEEEEEE!\u201d<\/span><\/p>

\u201cI’m sorry, what did you say?\u201d<\/span><\/p>

The stranger said nothing.\u00a0 The smile was gone.\u00a0 He considered his tormentor with hate filled eyes.<\/span><\/p>

Duane pulled a paper from his pocket, unfolded it, and held it in front of his captive\u2019ss\u2019 one good eye.\u00a0 \u201cThis is my daughter.\u00a0 You were one of the last\u2026\u201d\u00a0 He hitched his breath.\u00a0 \u201cYou were one of the last \u201c\u2019people\u2019\u201d seen with her.\u201d\u00a0 He uttered the word \u201cpeople\u201d with derision.<\/span><\/p>

The man considered the photo briefly before staring blankly back at Duane.\u00a0 \u201cNever heard of her.\u00a0 Looks like she has issues.\u201d\u00a0 The smirk crawled across bloody lips.\u00a0 He spit blood at the image.<\/span><\/p>

Jaw set, body trembling, Duane slammed the photograph into the man\u2019s face and punched him several times.\u00a0 \u201cLook again!\u201d<\/span><\/p>

The stranger snarled and bit empty air, trying to clamp down on Duane\u2019s hand.\u00a0 \u201cI never saw that bitch!\u201d<\/span><\/p>

Duane stepped back and turned away.\u00a0 Tim could see the sheen of sweat beading on his head.\u00a0 The stout man looked tired and smaller.\u00a0 He folded the photograph up and put it back in his coat pocket.\u00a0 Calming elevator music played quietly overhead, in direct contrast to the murderous tension played out before the store clerk.<\/span><\/p>

\u201cYou see, Jerry,.\u201d\u00a0 Duane turned and looked the stranger in the eye.\u00a0 \u201cTThat is your name.\u00a0 I know you are lying.\u201d<\/span><\/p>

\u201cReally?\u00a0 How might that be?\u201d\u00a0 The voice was cold, taunting.<\/span><\/p>

\u201cOne of your friends told me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>

Jerry was silent.<\/span><\/p>

\u201cI can be very persuasive.\u201d Duane smiled but there was no warmth in it.<\/span><\/p>

\u201cYou are the liar!\u00a0 I have no friends,.\u201d\u00a0 Jerry snarled, barely suppressing rage.<\/span><\/p>

\u201cWell,\u201d Duane amended, \u201cNnot anymore.\u201d<\/span><\/p>

The stranger violently struggled against his bonds.\u00a0 Without emotion, Duane picked up the bat and swung it full force into Jerry\u2019s chest.\u00a0 Bones audibly snapped.\u00a0 The screaming and thrashing stopped.<\/span><\/p>

\u201cNo no no no!\u201d\u00a0 The store clerk cried out.\u00a0 \u201cThis has to stop!\u00a0 Right now!\u201d\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

Tim picked up his cell phone.\u00a0 It was shattered.\u00a0 Without pausing, he picked up the store phone and dialed 9-1-1.\u00a0 Duane stared, making no move to stop Tim.\u00a0 After a brief pause, the clerk hung up and tried again.\u00a0 \u201cIt\u2019s dead!\u201d<\/span><\/p>

Duane nodded.\u00a0 \u201cHe cut the line just before he came in here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>

\u201cWhat!?\u201d \u00a0 The clerk lowered the phone.<\/span><\/p>

\u201cArranged a little accident down the road too, blocked off traffic.\u00a0 Right, Jerry?\u201d<\/span><\/p>

The stranger gasped and coughed blood into his lap.<\/span><\/p>

\u201cWhy would he do that?\u201d\u00a0 Tim asked, incredulous.<\/span><\/p>

Duane stared at him.\u00a0 \u201cYou weren\u2019t supposed to make it out of here alive tonight.\u201d<\/span><\/p>

Jerry leaned back and drew in a deep, ragged breath.\u00a0 Both men stared in mute silence.\u00a0 After taking a moment to collect himself, he sat upright and glared hard at Duane.\u00a0 \u201cWhen I get out of here, I\u2019m going to\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>

\u201cShut up or I\u2019ll plug you back in and watch you dance,.\u201d\u00a0 Duane cut him off.\u00a0 The stranger glowered but remained quiet.\u00a0 \u201cWhere is my daughter?\u201d<\/span><\/p>

Jerry turned his gaze to the parking lot. \u00a0 A set of lights turned in and slowly rolled up to the store front.\u00a0 \u201cYour time is up.\u201d\u00a0 He tried to laugh but coughed instead.<\/span><\/p>

Lights beaming into the store, all three watched as the car door swung open.\u00a0 A figure, silhouetted in the light, stretched and slowly walked to the door.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

Jerry laughed in mirthless glee. \u201cIt\u2019s a cop!\u00a0 You are screwed.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

Lowering the bat, unmoving, he Duane watched as the officer opened the door and paused at the mayhem in the store.\u00a0 He looked at Jerry hopping madly in the stool, Duane holding a baseball bat, and finally at Tim frozen in shock behind the counter.<\/span><\/p>

\u201cHelp me! He\u2019s going to kill me!\u201d\u00a0 Jerry cried out.<\/span><\/p>

The cop turned his gaze on the stranger, and continued into the store.\u00a0 Tall and thin with salt and pepper hair, he didn\u2019t take his eyes off Jerry until wehe was well past him.\u00a0 His steely eyes considered the man with the bat.<\/span><\/p>

\u201cDuane.\u201d\u00a0 He nodded.<\/span><\/p>

Returning the nod, heDuane replied.,\u00a0 \u201cJim.\u201d<\/span><\/p>

Jerry, taken aback, ceased his struggle and gawked at the officer.\u00a0 He stared as the cop calmly opened a cooler and took his time to select an iced tea.<\/span><\/p>

\u201cWait?\u00a0 What?\u00a0 Aren\u2019t you going to shoot him or something?\u201d<\/span><\/p>

Jim ignored the stranger and walked up to the clerk.\u00a0 He set the tea on the counter and stared expectantly at Tim.\u00a0 The young man was still staring blankly at Duane and the stranger who had come to kill him. \u00a0 The deputy tapped his finger on the tea.\u00a0 Tim looked at the cop, his mind still swimming.<\/span><\/p>

\u201cHow much, son?\u201d<\/span><\/p>

\u201cWhat? Oh…\u201d\u00a0 Tim wiped the sweat from his brow and attempted to ring up the drink.\u00a0 \u201cThat\u2019ll be two-eleven.\u201d\u00a0 His eyes drifted back to the bloody scene.\u00a0 He did not move until he felt the money pressed into his hand.\u00a0 When he snapped back to the task at hand, the officer was staring intently into his eyes.<\/span><\/p>

Jim looked back at the carnage behind him before turning his gaze to the young clerk again.<\/span><\/p>

\u201cLooks to me like you\u2019ve got a bloodsucker problem around here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>

The young man looked back at Jerry.\u00a0 \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/span><\/p>

The deputy raised an eyebrow and maintained his gaze until the clerk looked back at him.\u00a0 When Tim finally did look at him, he nodded at the security monitor.\u00a0 Slowly turning, heTim gazed at the screen and jerked back around to stare at the stranger.\u00a0 TimHe did this several times.\u00a0 In the monitor the stool was empty.\u00a0 Every time he turned to look, Jerry was still occupying it.<\/span><\/p>

Without another word, the store clerk dropped his keys on the counter, grabbed his jacket, and walked out the door.\u00a0 The deputy watched him walk away before turning to look at Duane.<\/span><\/p>

\u201cI\u2019m heading out to do my rounds.\u00a0 Going to take me and hour or two.\u00a0 Make sure you clean up your mess by then.\u201d<\/span><\/p>

Duane nodded but said nothing.\u00a0 Jerry, looking as if he were going to cry, also said nothing.\u00a0 They both watched as the deputy strolled out of the store, got in his squad car, and drove slowly away.<\/span><\/p>

Suddenly filled with apprehension, the stranger tried to bargain.\u00a0 \u201cNow, look\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>

\u201cWhere\u2019s my daughter?\u00a0 Where is Melissa?\u201d<\/span><\/p>

For the first time, Jerry really considered the small man.\u00a0 He was tired and pale.\u00a0 His eyes were rimmed with red from lack of sleep and grief.\u00a0 But they were hard set, barely containing the rage burning in this father\u2019s heart.\u00a0 Hell burned in his eyes, and it gave the stranger a chill.<\/span><\/p>

\u201cWhy?\u00a0 Why should I tell you?\u00a0 You are just going to kill me anyway.\u201d<\/span><\/p>

With a sigh, Duane put the bat back in with the apples, blood smearing across pristine green skins.\u00a0 \u201cNo.\u00a0 I\u2019m going to let you live.\u201d<\/span><\/p>

\u201cHuh?\u201d\u00a0 Jerry grunted.<\/span><\/p>

\u201cIf you don\u2019t tell me how to get to my daughter, I\u2019m going to let you live.\u00a0 Only, you\u2019re going to wish you hadn\u2019t.\u201d<\/span><\/p>

The stranger opened his mouth, but closed it again.<\/span><\/p>

Duane turned to look at the slowly lightening portion of the sky.\u00a0 \u201cEvery day she is missing is another day I will keep you alive.\u201d\u00a0 He untwined the exposed copper wire from Jerry\u2019s neck and wrapped it carefully.<\/span><\/p>

Turning, he stooped down to look into Jerry’s good eye.\u00a0 \u201cAll of this?\u00a0 I was in a hurry.\u00a0 Rushed it a bit.\u00a0 It\u2019s okay, though.\u201d\u00a0 His eyes were dead, flat, and resolute.\u00a0 \u201cOnce I get you out of here, though, we\u2019ll have plenty of time together.\u00a0 We\u2019ll do this the right way.\u201d<\/span><\/p>

Duane continued to stare at Jerry.<\/span><\/p>

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\u201cI’ll Make It Quick\u201d<\/span><\/div>
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