Riverdale Serial Killers - Chapter 3 by Archie Fan - betty_cooper72@yahoo.ca Detective Glass begins to suspect Betty, Cheryl and the others Detective Glass was at a bit of a loss. The school janitor Svenson had disappeared and several officers and the Sheriff all figured it was because he was murderer. The media had taken to blaming Svenson as well, but that didn't sit right with Glass. Much of the police department's time and resources were being used to try and find him but there had been no luck so far. There were a number of reasons why it wasn't Svenson. The small man was a simple hardworking immigrant from Sweden; the murders had a surprising lack of forensic evidence which Glass didn't think Svenson capable of. Of course even if that was just an act the evidence they did have suggested that the killer had huge brute strength and Svenson was a short man of average build. He in no way had the strength to pull this off, at least not without help. Glass doubted that Svenson was involved at all, but rather that he had seen something and that the killer or killers had decided to get rid of him before he could reveal it. For now the media was going to run with the story that Svenson was the killer though; a reaction that Glass felt was a little xenophobic because Svenson was an immigrant and the articles seemed to portray him in a negative light with an emphasis on his liberal Swedish background. Glass figured however that it was a matter of time before yet another victim turned up or Svenson himself showed up dead, although he guessed that the killers were enjoying the trail being thrown off of them temporarily and Svenson's body wasn't going to be turning up any time soon. Even if Svenson was involved, he must have had an accomplice and Glass tried to convince the Sheriff of that. But the Sheriff told Glass not to go looking; that the people needed to feel safe and that the person they wanted had run and that the other officers needed a single target to focus their efforts on. But Glass didn't feel safe and he decided that he would keep on poking around, regardless of what his boss told him. He spent hours looking over the footage from the limited security cameras on the school property. Only the front entrance had cameras two looking in the school and one out towards the street. On what he guessed was his twentieth watch through he noticed something odd. He saw the school secretary drive past the school followed moments later by three female students. The time stamp was after the murders had occurred, in fact it was after Glass himself had shown up at the scene. However those four had not been accounted for as being on the school property at the time. The footage wasn't enough to prove that they had been there but it was enough to raise Glass's suspicions. He did some digging into the background of the school secretary, but nothing stuck out. Cynthia Phlips was single, twenty-seven had lived in Riverdale for most of her life except for the four years she had spent at college. She had no criminal record and had gotten one speeding ticket almost five years ago. It took him a while to identify the girls, especially without raising suspicions but he compared their faces to the yearbook and figured it out. They were Betty Cooper, Cheryl Blossom and Ginger Lopez. He couldn't interview anybody but as he looked through the yearbook it didn't seem as if they were particularly close friends. The only picture they were together in was the cheerleading squad and even then they had been on spread out amongst other girls, and none of them were seen with the secretary in any photo. He then dug out an older year book from Cynthia Phillips' graduating year, he saw that she was also on the cheerleading squad, although that wasn't surprising she was a good looking woman. But then he saw her with a girl that looked quite a bit like Betty Cooper. After finding this girl's yearbook picture he saw that her name was Polly Cooper. A quick search told him that Polly Cooper was Betty's older sister. Polly had recently moved back to Riverdale from San Francisco where she had been a weathergirl at a news station. Now she was the anchorwoman for the eleven o'clock news on the regional CBS affiliate, a job she had started just over a month ago. Glass began to consider that the older sister may have been the cause, but it wasn't anything he could say. He knew that he would come across as a conspiracy nut, he was actually starting to think that he was one himself. He wanted to do more digging but everything was so circumstantial he knew that he could end up leading himself off in completely the wrong direction. His best bet was wait for some more evidence to present itself, unfortunately that meant waiting until another murder happened; but there wasn't anything he could do about it. ************************************ It was about a half past midnight, the start of a Saturday and Pop Tate was getting ready to close the Chock'lit Shoppe down for the night. He often kept it open till one AM as there tended to be some partygoers who would come in looking for a burger or something late at night on Friday's, but that didn't seem to be the case tonight. He wondered if perhaps the recent string of murders that had apparently been committed by that immigrant janitor were the reason why not as many people were out tonight. He hoped that it didn't become a trend. He was just heading in the back to shut off the grill when the bell over top of the door clanged and he turned to see two familiar customers enter the diner. Betty Cooper and her sister Polly had become regulars here on Friday evenings after Polly finished her nightly news broadcast. Even though the sisters were almost ten years apart in age they were about as close as any two sisters could be Pop Tate thought. Rather than sit up at the counter as they usually did they sat down in one of the booths. "You girls expecting somebody?" Pop asked. "As a matter of fact we are," Polly replied. "An old friend of mine from high school, Cynthia." "And a couple of my friends from the cheerleading squad," Betty added. "Oh alright then," Pop said handing them a pair of menus. "I'll leave these for you, do you think you'll want more menus?" "No this should be fine," Polly replied. "Just let me know when you're ready to order," Pop said. "I'll be in the back." Pop Tate went into the back to cut up some potatoes for fries as just about everything he served came with an order of fries. Moments later he heard the door open again and as he peaked out front he saw Cheryl Blossom and Ginger Lopez enter the diner. He had half-expected to see Veronica Lodge who he thought was Betty's best friend and he didn't think that Cheryl and Betty were such good friends given that Cheryl and Veronica hated each other. But perhaps that's why they were meeting this late at night. He shrugged and put the thought out of his head and went back to working the potato chipper, chastising himself a bit for even trying to understand teenage girls. About a minute or two later the door opened once again and he saw Cynthia Phlips, the school secretary, enter the diner. He admittedly had a huge crush on the attractive brunette secretary, but the large age discrepancy had always stopped him from acting. He was old enough to be her father as there was over twenty years between them. He went back out front where the girls were all chatting in the booth. "You girls ready to order?" He asked. "You know what, burgers all around, and sodas," Polly said. "I'm buying tonight." "Okay well that's easy enough," Pop Tate said as he went into the back to prepare their food. He put the fries down in the fryer and got to work grilling the burgers. During his over twenty years of running the diner he had gotten preparation down to a science. The only thing that threw his timing off was the occasional flare up of his arthritis in his knees. In less than twenty minutes he had all five orders of burgers and fries ready. He brought the food out to them and then poured their sodas from the fountain for them, putting the straws in with a flourish. "Do you girls need anything else?" he asked. "I think we're good here," Betty replied. "Alright well I'll be in the back cleaning up and getting ready to close, just holler if you need anything." He informed them. Pop Tate went into the back once more and began his clean up. Washing his cooking utensils putting away product and the like. He was just wiping off the counter when he heard the door open. He was about to go out front when he heard the voice of Raj Patel, an Indian student. Raj never ate at Pop's because he was a Hindu and his culture forbid the eating of beef and Pop's diner was known for its 100% Beef Burgers. Raj was also known for carrying around a video camera almost everywhere he went and quite a few girls considered him a bit of a stalker or a voyeur. Pop decided to stay in the back but he would go out front if he heard anything that warranted him taking action. "Well, well looky here," Raj commented. "If it isn't my favourite group of ladies." "Isn't any group of girls who don't run away from the sight of you your favourite?" Ginger asked. The other girls all giggled. Raj seemed to just ignore the barb. "You're looking particularly sexy tonight Cheryl," Raj complimented. "I always look this good," Cheryl retorted. Pop Tate had to give the kid credit, even though he was getting shot down repeatedly he kept trying so you had to admire his perseverance. "I caught you on the news tonight Polly," Raj continued. "The camera definitely doesn't do you justice." "Well I also do unbutton half of my blouse on TV," Polly said. "That's a nice camera you have may I see it." It sounded like everything was okay so Pop started using the dish washer which drowned out the sounds of the conversation while it was running. He had run through about two loads and was about to put in a third when he heard a startled shout from out front. "Holy fuck what the hell!" Raj was yelling. Pop Tate immediately stopped what he was doing and ran out front, what he saw shocked and terrified him. Raj was being held in the air by the front of his shirt by a huge naked girl with red hair. She had to be at least 6'8" with big muscles and even bigger tits. It wasn't until she glanced over at him that Pop Tate realized that this girl was Cheryl Blossom. He glanced around the rest of the diner to see what the other girls though of this. Betty, Ginger and Cynthia were all partially undressed and were playing with themselves while Polly had her blouse completely unbutton and her boobs exposed and had one hand down her skirt and was fingering herself while she held Raj's camera in the other and was filming what Cheryl was doing. "One of you get him," Polly said pointing at Pop Tate. Pop took a moment to contemplate just what was going on before he realized that Ginger and Betty were coming after him. He considered himself a gentleman and he wouldn't hit a lady but there was something seriously wrong with these girls and they were definitely not ladies by his definition. But as the two girls got closer to him they seemed to grow bigger and bigger. And it wasn't until they were almost upon him that he realized that it wasn't that they seemed to be growing, they actually were. He turned to run away into the kitchen but Ginger grabbed him by his collar with one hand threw him across the counter onto one of the tables which collapsed under the weight. By the time Pop Tate had picked himself up the two huge girls were towering over him menacingly. "What the hell is going on?" Tate asked clutching at his ribs which may have been broken in the fall. "What's going on is that you have the misfortune of being in the wrong place at the wrong time," Polly replied. Tate looked over at Betty's sister to see that she had also grown to tremendous size. She still held Raj's camera and was recording the whole thing. "Those murders, the young groom and his best man, and the boys in the locker room, it wasn't Svenson it was you," Pop Tate accused. "No that was just my sister and Cheryl at the first one, and Ginger as well for the second," Polly said. "Cynthia and I have been a bit more discrete with our kills. Like when Cynthia killed Svenson." "You won't ever find his body," Cynthia said. "Or what's left of it anyway." "Of course there plenty more kills of ours that nobody knows about," Cheryl added. "But in the morning they will find the corpses of you and Raj here," Polly said. "Why are you doing this?" a sobbing Raj asked. "Why? Because with each kill we grow stronger," Cheryl said to the whimpering boy being held in her grip. "And the stronger we grow the closer we get to our eventual goal," Ginger finished. "And what is that?" Pop Tate asked. "None of your concern," Polly replied with a sneer as she stepped forward and brutally kicked him in the face knocking out most of his front teeth. "Alright girls finish them off and let's get out of here," Polly said holding up Raj's camera. She pointed the camera at Cheryl who was still holding Raj. She hugged him close to her chest, he looked like a child next to her huge form as she crushed him up against her huge breasts. Raj let out an agonizing wail as his spine audibly snapped. Cynthia came up from behind and placed her hands on either side of Raj's head. Her hands were big enough to palm his skull like it was a basketball as she pressed her hands against his skull and there was a crack as his skull seemed to cave in slightly. Her fingers dug into his broken skull getting a grip and then with a forceful yank she tore his skull clean off of his neck. Cheryl continued to squeeze Raj's body crushing it against her own like she was squeezing a tube of toothpaste. Blood and crushed organs poured out of the gaping hole at the top of Raj's neck spilling out onto the floor. "Don't worry Pop, because we like you we're going to let you have a little fun before we kill you," Betty said as she lifted him up off the ground with one hand. As Polly continued to film Betty shoved Pop Tate's face up and in between her legs so his back was to the ground. "Get licking," Betty ordered. Pop didn't see how this was fun at all, but he did as she asked more out of fear than anything else. He couldn't see what was going on but he felt his pants being torn off and a strong hand grasp his cock. He stopped momentarily and glanced down to see Ginger was the one manipulating his dick. "Did I say you could stop?" Betty asked angrily squeezing her thighs just enough to wrack his skull with pain. Pop went back to licking and Betty eased up. Ginger meanwhile stroked his cock a few times getting him hard. Pop was a little surprised at how aroused he was given how terrified he was. The whole situation was frightening and confusing, not something that would normally arouse him. Once he was hard Ginger put his legs between her own massive thighs and then slowly slid his cock into her waiting pussy. Pop couldn't help but feel a bit like a pedophile even if the seventeen year old girl was the one raping him. Betty began grinding her crotch against his face as Ginger began slamming down on his crotch. His mind was wracked with feelings of pain and pleasure that made almost any other conscious thought impossible. Suddenly the feelings of pleasure vanished and he felt intense pain. He heard a crunching noise and he thought perhaps his legs had been crushed between Ginger's huge thighs. He couldn't look though as Betty had once again squeezed her own thighs on his skull and this time she wasn't letting up. His skull felt as though it were on fire and then the pain suddenly stopped. He thought he heard a loud crunch but then he felt nothing. Betty and Ginger passionately kissed each other as they held the crushed body of Pop Tate between their thighs. "Mmm, now that's going to be a good one," Polly said as she filmed their kiss. They broke it off and Polly stopped the recording. They opened their thighs and the flattened remains of Pop Tate sloughed to the ground with a plop. "Let's clean up and get out of here," Cynthia said. "Certainly got a nice camera out of this," Polly commented. "How about we go make another film after this?" "Sounds like fun," Betty agreed. "I've got to get back home, to avoid raising suspicion," Ginger said. "We'll make sure we record it for you," Cheryl said. They transformed back to normal and got redressed. They stole the hard drive for the security camera in the restaurant and cleaned up the dishes before leaving. To be continued...