Killer On The Roam (pt. ii)
“So Rufus,” asked Jim, glancing in the rearview mirror “Where you from? What do you do?”
Rufus smiled, meeting Jim’s gaze in the mirror.
“I kill people”
Pam’s head swung around violently to look at Rufus.
“Haha, just kidding,” Rufus chuckled. “I’m not one of those crazy guys on the side of a road you always read about… Though I wouldn’t be offended if that’s what you thought at first. I actually always wondered about guys on the side of the road… and now I’m one of them.”
Pam glared at him for a moment, then turned back to face the road.
“Not funny Rufus.”
“No, actually, I’m in University studying Medieval Literature,” said Rufus. “I’m in my second year at Western.”
“Oh yeah? Pam went to Western!” Jim exclaimed.
Pam rolled her eyes in Jim’s direction as Rufus leaned forward toward her.
“Cool,” responded Rufus. “What was your major?”
“Well,” began Pam, “I majored in History, and then studied Behavioural Psychology and…”
In one quick motion before Pam could finish her sentence, Rufus whipped a small hunting knife from his pocket and swiftly sliced Jim’s seatbelt above the shoulder. The fabric of the belt tore in two, one half snapping backward while the other fell limply onto Jim’s lap.
“What the fuck dude?!” yelled Jim.
Rufus smiled, and in an instant wrapped his left arm around Jim’s neck and headrest, while brandishing the knife toward Jim’s throat. The car veered car erratically across the highway as Jim struggled to free himself of Rufus’ grasp. The Jetta slammed into the concrete median to its right before turning violently to its left and nearly sideswiping a minivan.
“What are you doing!?” yelled Pam. “STOP!”
She dug her nails into Rufus’ arm, and he whipped his elbow back in her direction, knocking her in the head. With Pam momentarily dazed, Rufus jumped at the opportunity. As Jim struggled, Rufus plunged the knife deep into the side of Jim’s neck. Blood sprayed like a fountain into the car and onto Pam, who began screaming hysterically.
As the Jetta continued to zigzag in and out of traffic, he furiously stabbed Jim several more times. Pam clawed at Rufus in a vain attempt to stop him, but from her seat in the front, and with her seatbelt still on, Pam was helpless. She watched in horror as Jim died before her eyes. She turned back to look at Rufus, who smiled at her. Jim’s blood stained his face like a mask.
The Jetta slammed into the concrete barrier dividing oncoming traffic and flew into the air. It landed on its roof in the oncoming traffic lane, flipping over several times. Coming to a rest on its driver’s side in the middle of the road, shocked drivers sat in their vehicles staring, unsure of what to do next.
In the Jetta, Rufus and Pam remained buckled into their seats, both of them bruised and bloodied. Jim was crumpled in his seat, covered in blood. Sobbing, Pam wailed: “Why?! Oh God Why?! Oh fuck…”
Rufus still held the knife in his hand. He peered out the window and saw people cautiously approaching the Jetta.
“Hey Pam,” he smiled at her.
She could barely bring herself to move, much less look at Rufus. Falling to her left, she peered up into the rearview mirror, where she could make out half of Rufus’ still-smiling face.
“This is all your fault, Pam… I bet you told him not to pick me up… I sensed it as soon as I got in the car. It’s all your fault this happened Pam, it’s your fault Jim’s dead…”
Grinning broadly, Rufus raised his right arm and brought the knife toward his neck.
“LOOK AT ME!” he yelled at her.
Sobbing, and her vision blurred from the tears, she met his gaze in the mirror.
“This is your fault Pam…”
Rufus drove the knife deep into his own neck. As blood sprayed out into the Jetta again, Rufus began to gurgle, and his breathing became short. Within a few seconds, he was dead.
In shock, Pam was bawling uncontrollably as strangers pulled her from the wreck to safety. She lay in the road, covered by a blanket someone had thrown onto her, as wailing sirens approached. She heard Rufus’ voice, over and over, telling her “It’s your fault Pam…”
Faintly, she could still make out the sounds of The Doors emanating from the car stereo.
There’s a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin’ like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If ya give this man a ride
Sweet memory will die
Killer on the road, yeah