Chapter 24
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Chapter 24
‘JESUS, WHAT A BLIMP!’ thought Ryan as he stared at the man standing in the queue in front of him. It was late, just after eleven, and Ryan had dropped into McDonald’s for a quick snack. The man was enormous—he had to weigh close to five hundred pounds. Ryan watched as he ordered four Big Macs, three Cheeseburgers, five large Fries, twenty-four McNuggets, three Chocolate Sundaes and half a gallon of Coke. The guy serving gave the obese man a wink; no money changed hands. After he’d taken his order away, Ryan looked up at the pimply faced young man behind the counter and said, ‘You know that guy?’
‘Sure do. I’m the night manager here. He’s my brother; I look after him. He comes in every night on his break from the late shift at the parking lot. He sure can put it away,’ he said, with a warped sense of pride coming through in his voice.
‘Yeah, I can see the resemblance,’ snapped Ryan. ‘Give me a Cheeseburger and six nuggets.’
Taken aback at the thinly veiled insult, the man replied in a voice dripping with sarcasm, ‘Thank you for your custom, Sir. Have a nice day,’ as he rang up the order.
Ryan sneered in response, accepted his order and made his way to a table with a good vantage point of The Blimp. The man’s piggy eyes peered out of a face rendered obscene with rolls of fat. His age was hard to determine, but Ryan guessed he was only in his early twenties. He didn’t look like he would make it beyond thirty if he kept going like this—he looked like his heart was ready to explode any minute.
Ryan slowly ate his way through his small order. He watched with a mixture of admiration, fascination and disgust as The Blimp chowed through the enormous spread laid out before him. He shovelled thousands upon thousands of calories along with lashings of fat and sugar into his abused body. A good forty-five minutes later, the man finally finished his feast. With drippings of grease down his shirt and remainders of chocolate sundae on his chin, he sat back with a sloppy grin, looking satisfied with himself. He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes.
Disgusted beyond belief at this extreme display of gluttony, Ryan knew he was looking at a true food addict and that he needed to teach him a lesson. Of the permanent kind.
Ryan had just found his next victim. It had been three weeks since his last kill and he had been feeling the urge building up inside him, so felt a wave of relief that Providence had delivered this perfect specimen to him just when he needed it. Ryan got up from his table, exited the building and waited outside the door.
A few minutes later, The Blimp lumbered out of the McDonald’s store, swinging his massive bulk from side to side as he waddled along. Ryan followed in silence, stalking his prey with ridiculous ease. The Blimp was breathing heavily, wheezing and puffing with every step, all effort and attention focused on successfully putting one foot in front of the other. The journey wasn’t far, just across the carpark. Ryan was glad to see that his victim would not walk far and exert himself too much, with the associated risk that nature might rob him of his latest victim because of a burst artery or ruptured heart. Ryan’s target stopped at a big old 1974 Lincoln Continental Mark IV, a whale of a car with a big bench seat in the front that was perfect to accommodate the spread of The Blimp’s gigantic a*s.
Ryan hurried to his Harley, climbed aboard and then waited until the old luxury car had sailed out of the parking lot before starting the engine of his bike. He easily followed at a distance in the non-existent traffic for the quick trip to an all-night carpark, with lights ablaze in the night’s darkness. The Blimp parked his car out front, struggled out of the car and slowly waddled over to the booth.
Ryan rode past with a smile on his face. It was time to write to Leonard and plan the spectacular demise of The Blimp.
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