Stacy Green - Martha Beck: Killer Shorts: Murderers Among Us

Martha Beck

Killer Shorts: Murderers Among Us

Copyright 2016 Stacy Green

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ISBN: 978-1-944109-32-5 (ebook)

Chapter One

T he cellblocks lighting flickered when the power surge hit. Marthas eyes darted to the ceiling where the bulb still buzzed. Raymond was gone. His soul had left his body, and hers had been crushed by the same jolt of electricity.

Heavy footsteps trod down the long cement corridor. Matron Evans off-kilter gait and jangle of keys latched to the guards waist ticked off Marthas remaining moments. Her pulse raced until it made her head throb. Raymond had been led away some thirty minutes ago. Now her time had come.

The guards surly, pockmarked face sneered at her between the iron bars. Her beady eyes reminded Martha of coal, the end of the matrons bulbous nose a bright red, nostrils flared wide enough to jam a seed into.

She licked her red, cracked lips, her gaze drifting to Marthas clean plate. See, you even licked the utensils dry. You really are obese, arentcha? How many volts do ya think it will take to kill ya through those layers of fat?

Martha kept her face stoic, her jaw set hard enough the muscles throbbed.

Ya hear me, fatso?

Cruel nicknames no longer fazed her. Shed been called names her entire life. Why should this last day be any different?

Martha stared back at the matron, her face feeling hard as stone. She fantasized so many times about shoving the rude warden up against the cellblock wall, putting her fist into the womans windpipe, and relieving her of her keys and weapon. But as much as she wanted to, she held back. Too many guards waited in the dirty wings of Sing Sing Prison for her to escape, and life without Raymond meant only pain and loneliness. She wouldnt grant Matron Evans a reply and wouldnt allow her fear to show.

The guards lips curled into her thick, scarred nose. Get up. Its time.

Martha rose, her joints groaning against her excess weight. At least she would no longer feel pain and shame. Her chest tightened as she looked around the cell a final time. Desiccated chicken bones on her plate, the silverware sitting neatly to the side. Three ugly gray walls and a set of iron bars. Raymond had once been so near, just on the other side. But he was dead, and she would soon be.

Shoulders rounded, double chin on her big chest, Martha allowed the irons to close over her wrists. The matron yanked the chain, and she shuffled forward, herded to the slaughter like a prize cow. Her cell door clanged shut behind her, and the noise spiked a paralyzing fear.

She didnt want to die. If heaven or hell existed, shed certainly end up in the latter. And if they turned out to be fairytales, Martha would be nothing but a rotting corpse in a potters field. Her knees buckled, armpits hot and damp. Her ribs and the layers of fat over them became an iron cage cutting off her air.

The guard laughed, the sound falling flat against the prisons walls. Martha would not grant her the pleasure of panic. She set her jaw, stomping ahead, each breath feeling impossible.

Her last walk didnt take nearly enough time. Too soon the door to the Green Room, where the electric chair waited for her, emerged from the shadows. A whimper bloomed in her throat; she swallowed it back.

Would she feel pain for very long?

The Green Rooms heavy metal door swung open. Marthas stomach turned. The air smelled of the seared flesh of the three men already burned in the electric chair in the little Green Room at Sing Sing, including the man she had sacrificed everything for.

Tradition dictated the strongest meet the chair last. All eyes in the room burned her flesh as the guards guided her to Old Sparky. Her lover and partner in crime, Raymond Fernandez, had died in that chair minutes before. He claimed to be ready to die, but MarthaThe Obese Ogress, as the press crowned herfeared death.

But everyone one wanted to see her die.

Taller than most of the men with shoulders like a linebackers, Martha Becks broad face showed fear instead of her usual stony confidence. Her dark eyes widened, and she strained against the grip of her handlers.

She dont fit.

Martha struggled to squeeze her rear end between the arms of the wooden chair as two guards pushed her shoulders down. The chair shuddered and moaned as she struggled and squirmed until her girth filled the space. Attendants strapped her meaty arms to the chair, and Martha lost most of her resolve.

Her last meal turned in her stomach; a mix of vomit and a double portion of semi-burned fried chicken coated her mouth. Is this what her victimsa rumored seventeen of them, including a toddler who refused to stop cryingexperienced in the precious moments before she and Fernandez killed them?

No one ever described Martha Beck as emotional. Years of abuse and torment as a child taught her to bury her feelings deep. At thirty-one, she no longer felt anything but passion in all its forms: rage, lust, gluttony. To those watching, she looked as arrogant and unmoving as ever. Just before the first wave of electricity surged through Martha, she mouthed the words so long, but no sound came out.

Two thousand volts tore through her, and then another 5000 volts. A normal human being would have died, but Martha squirmed like a fish desperate for air. She likely smelled her hair burning, felt her insides melting. It took three more jolts to end serial killer Martha Becks life.

Chapter Two

K nown as The Lonely Hearts Killers, Martha Beck and Raymond Fernandez were a sexually charged version of Bonnie and Clyde. Even on death row, the two professed their love for one anotheralthough Fernandez also referred to Beck as a bitch with bad breath. To the police and psychologists who interviewed the couple, Martha appeared to be the dominant partner. But their relationship didnt start out as such. Fernandez intended for Martha to be another victim.