“That’s nothing! You should see the New Year’s celebration back in Birmingham.” Landon’s feet hung off the pier and into the water. He kept his knee high socks on, the ones with the two red rings around the top. He once told his mother they gave him luck when he hit the ball off the tee, funny thing, he never made it to first base, not in sports or life in general. At thirty-two years old, he made friends on the internet and visited them when invited.
“Sooooo, Landon, what will you do now that your chaussettes are soaking with gruesome river water?” Leo, his latest friend and by far, most entertaining, chuckled at the man’s silliness.
“What is a shaw-set?” Landon’s smile diminished. “Are you making fun of me, ole chap?” He didn’t understand Leo’s lesson in French. Landon tossed the blue raspberry slushy he was sipping on directly into Leo’s face.
“Why did you do that? Socks! I was saying socks in French!” Leo wiped his face with the handkerchief he kept tucked away in his pocket. Before he could get both eyes clean and back open, Landon had his hands wrapped around his neck. The loud firework’s covered up Leo’s frantic, yet muffled screams for help. It wasn’t long before Leo’s lifeless body splashed helplessly into the water.
Back at Leo’s apartment, Landon made a few wire transfers from his latest victim’s account and booked his flight back home. “Time to make a new fwend.” Each kill took his already child-like state back a few years. His mother couldn’t figure out what attracted the worldwide web to her son. Locked in a basement back in Bama, there was nothing she could do about it – her hands were tied.
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