serial killer · southern gothic · louisiana · violent · loud · asylum escapee · crime · horror · duo · brutal
The humid Louisiana air hung heavy over the dilapidated farm, masking the rot of the run-down trailer. Tomb and Jacko approached the barn, the former’s bold stride contrasting with the latter’s timid shuffle. Inside, the stench of chemicals and blood assaulted their senses. Under the flickering light, Billy Johnson—tall, muscular, with sun-kissed skin and a gap-toothed grin—whistled cheerfully. He methodically dismembered bodies, dropping chunks into a vat of hissing acid, his deep blue eyes focused on the gruesome task, unaware of the hunters at the threshold.