Chapter Five - K-Ching!

Norma waited till the next morning to call the police. She had worked out the story about the fight and that he had stormed off afterwards. She had told them how she waited up all night, tried his cell many times and had gone out looking for him at one point. The police were really no help as they told her he had to be "missing" for forty-eight hours before they could file a report.

'He'll be missing a lot longer than that!' Norma Jean cackled in Norma's head. 'Quiet you, I can't act like the worried housewife if you make me laugh!'

"No officer, I understand. Yes, I will let you know. I am so worried! Please can we get the ball rolling on this?" Norma said into the phone, trying to sound like she meant ever word. "Yes, I understand the procedures, I just don't agree with them. Yes, I do have a friend to call, thank you. I will, uh huh, okay, goodbye."

After she hung up, she looked around the kitchen one more time making sure she disposed of every piece of Bert along with cleaning everything up. She had studied how to make a murder look like nothing, like the person just "disappeared" and she had the chemicals to get rid of any trace of blood even with the special spray and black lights the police used.

Satisfied with the kitchen, she headed into the bathroom. She had chopped Bert's body into little pieces and the blended his remains and bones in the blender, flushing every piece of him down to the sewer. "Rest in piece you shit," she whispered as she checked to make sure everything was clean. "No one will suspect a thing."

She decided to wait to call Hector till the following day, she knew he had witnessed some of the fight and didn't want him to be the one that got suspicious. Not that he would, he'd never seen her get angry like she had with Bert. Hector didn't bring out Norma Jean quite as easily and Bert had. Instead she played with Clarice and made sure the baby was happy. She knew her birthday was coming soon and time would be a lot less Norma's and a lot more Clarice's when that happened.

The following morning Norma woke early, she felt alive and happy for once in her life. She couldn't explain it, she just felt it. She waited till eight o'clock to call Hector and tell him what was going on. She knew Lailia would be at work by then and Hector could come over.

He did just what she expected. Not a half hour later he was at her house. She ran down the stairs to him tears in her eyes. She'd been working getting those just right for the past two days.

"Oh Hector! He left us!" Norma cried as she ran into Hector's arms. 
"There, there mi amor, Hector will take care of you," Hector coo'ed, she actually love it when he spoke Spanish to her.

"You are better off without that cheating Bastard. He should rot in hell." Hector told her as he pulled her back looking at her tear streaked face. 
"What are we to do? We depended on his income, I can't be alone!" Norma said, a fresh batch of tears streaming down her face. "You have Lailia, I have no one now!"
"Mi Amor, you know Lailia and I have our troubles, don't you worry. In fact, I took your advice, I am moving out." Hector said, trying to sooth Norma. He hated to see his love so sad.

 "You are," Norma choked out, "but I thought you said you were not ready to leave her?"
"Ah, but I changed my mind. Am I not allowed to do so? I love you Norma Bates, I want to make you happy."
"I love you too Hector." Norma said as she pulled him into another hug. 
"So. I was thinking, if Bert is really gone, why don't I move in here with you and Clarice? She needs a father in her life, and you mi amor, need a man." Hector proposed. 
"Oh Hector, that is a wonderful idea! I love you so much!" Norma said. 'Yes, yes, move in with us! We will figure out your demise next!' Norma Jean said inside Norma's head. Norma ignored her, she wasn't so sure, she actually liked Hector.

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Time passed and the cops finally put Bert's case as a cold case. They said that he probably just left her and Clarice like a coward and didn't want to spend anymore man power or time looking for him.

Norma and Hector settled into a nice route and Norma felt like her life could maybe take a different turn. Maybe she didn't have to kill to be happy, to feel satisfied. Maybe she just needed to meet the right man? Norma Jean however never seemed satisfied and the longer time went on, the more Norma Jean screamed at Norma. 'How can you do this to me! I want to kill him! Let me out! You are evil, do not let that man fool you! Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!'

Norma ignored Norma Jean as much as she could, even to the point of not answering her. Norma Jean never fully went away, but the screaming turned more into sinister whispered and promises. Promises that Norma wouldn't be able to control her forever, that one day Norma's guard would be down and Norma Jean would come out to play again. This time it might not just be Hector she got a hold of.

Because of the threats, Norma was always on high alert. She didn't sleep well, thinking Norma Jean could come out while Norma slept, fulfilling the threats she had given. Norma was starting to be exhausted. When Clarice's birthday rolled around, Norma didn't even have enough energy to have a party. Just her, Hector and Clarice, it was easiest that way.

 "Woooo! Yay! Clarice is going to be a big girl!" Hector screamed and blew on the noise maker as Norma blew out the candles. "Wooooooo Clarice!" 
"Knock it off! I can't take it anymore! The noise is annoying! You are annoying! If you blow on that fucking thing one more time I am going to wrap my hands around your throat until you are making squeaking noises! Get it! Shut the fuck up!" Norma lost it and screamed at Hector.

 'What the hell?' Hector thought, 'she must really be exhausted.'

Norma turned to watch her daughter, trying to ignore Hector and his noise blower. She was so beautiful and Norma couldn't have been prouder. She handed Clarice her present and Clarice took to it right away.

"I named him Lecter and he will be your friend," Norma told the little girl. She knew she couldn't answer her back yet, but soon she would be able to.

The next day Hector had a surprise of his own for his girls. He never told Norma that he was rich, nor had he ever told her what he had planned to do with his money. He knew she was saving up to buy her old family motel back, and so he decided to help her out. A loan of coarse, nothing really hers till she paid him back.

"I have a surprise for you," he stated after Norma got out of the shower. 
"You do? Where?" she said, excited as she never got surprises. 
"Get Clarice and I'll show you," he replied, giving Norma a kiss.

They got into his car and drove. She had no idea where he was taking them, but the excitement built the longer they drove. They started to head downtown but when they didn't stop, Norma was more curious. 'Where was he talking me?' she asked herself.

Turning onto Lakeside Drive, Norma recognized the motel. "What are you doing?" she asked curiously. Why had he brought her here? 
"Now just let me explain." he said as he pulled up to the motel and parked. "I know how you have been saving to buy back your families motel and old house. I knew you were not with me for my money when in all these months you haven't asked about it. Well Norma, I bought the motel for you. Now before you get too excited it is not really yours yet. The money is a loan and the deed will be put in both our names with the stipulation you pay me back. We just need to go down to the bank to work out the rest of the details." Hector told her, looking at her for her reaction.

'The bastard!' Norma Jean screamed, and Norma herself had a hard time holding back. Who the hell did he think he was! Buying her motel from under her! He knew she didn't have the money to pay him back! How was she ever going to! 'Kill him! Before it is finalized!' 'No, that would look too suspicious!' 'I don't care, kill him now!' Norma and Norma Jean argued for a little while about Hector's fate. 'No, we'll play along, then we will make him suffer. Just like we did Bert. We need his money and the motel is ours!'

"Norma? Say something, please." Hector said touching her arm and pulling her out of her thoughts. 
"Oh Hector! What a sweet thing to do! I love it!" Norma replied, kissing Hector on the mouth and getting out of the car.
Hector grabbed Clarice and walked over to the long steps on the side of the motel. "See Clarice. this is where you will grow up. Won't that be fun!" he said as he put her down and kissed her forehead.

He didn't see Norma behind him plotting his demise already.

"Grab Clarice and I'll go air out the house!" Hector said as he started to sprint up the stairs. 
"Grab Clarice... Clarice, he's right, this is all ours, but it won't be his for long." Norma said as she looked at her daughter with an evil look.

After Hector got the house aired out, and Norma was able to finally look around the Bates House, they headed down to the bank to finalize the deal. Norma would pay back Hector in monthly installments. Installments she could afford if she sold her small little house. It would do for now. She was determined to get married to him and own it all before anything really took place.

That night, after they unpacked some of their stuff, Norma fell asleep in new bedroom. She felt at piece with her decision and Norma Jean seemed to be satisfied. Why had she ever thought she could actually love someone from this town.

Chapter Four - The Betrayal

Hector started hanging out at Norma's more and more. At first it was while Bert was at work, but then Norma started inviting him over while Bert was home. Her plan was worked out and she was ready to put it into motion. She had thought about waiting till Clarice was at least a toddler but she changed her mind one night when Bert had made her get up to take care of Clarice in the middle of the night. 'Worthless piece of shit can't even do the simplest things!" Norma Jean had said, and Norma couldn't agree more.

He'd lied to her about his money. She got her baby she wanted out of him, why was she keeping him around any longer? Hector at least didn't make her skin crawl. He was horrible in his own way, but she could at least stand to have sex with him, unlike Bert, who's fat rolls made her almost throw up every time. 'We could just slice them off and fry them like bacon, then feed them back to him.' Norma Jean had stated on many occasions. Norma loved the idea and thought about it often.

Ding Dong

'Hector is here, lets get this over with!' Norma Jean said as Norma headed to the door. Bert off today, so it was the perfect day to put her plan into work.

"Hey there sexy!" Norma said when she opened the door. Hector and her relationship had moved from friends to friends with benefits. She still hadn't convinced him to leave that sleaze he called a girlfriend, but she was working on it. 
"Hey beautiful," he replied as he leaned in for a kiss. 
"Mmm you taste like coffee, I like it," Norma said as she grabbed Hector and pulled him into the house. 
"Well then, let me kiss you some more so you can taste it." Hector replied seductively.
Just then Bert walked out of the bedroom. "Hey Hector, how is it going?" he said not even paying attention to the scene in front of him.

"What is he doing home?" Hector whispered. 
"Don't worry about him, he's oblivious to anything I do." Norma replied, grabbing Hector by the hand and walking him into the bedroom. "He deserves it anyways, he cheated on me while I was pregnant!"
"What! You never told me this!" Hector was shocked. 
"I didn't want to scare you away. I just can't be with him anymore and he won't leave. Please Hector help me, just love me, if he finds out, that is all the better." Norma said as she went into Hectors arms trying to convince him to help her with her plan. 
"You sure? I am not ready to leave Lailia yet, you know that." Hector replied as he looked into Norma's eyes. 
"I know, I just can't be with Bert anymore."

Hector kissed her then and they started to get undressed. If doing it with Bert right in the next room didn't get his attention then she was just going to have to proceed with her plan, leaving this part out. Hector touched her wet spot and sucked on her nipple as they lowered themselves onto the bed. Laughing and kicking the blankets around they made enough noise that she heard the bedroom door open finally.

"What are you guys doing? Ohhh, wrestling? Okay I'll leave you alone." Bert said and turned around and walked out just as fast as he walked in. 'Is he that fucking stupid!' Norma Jean screamed. 'Yes!' replied Norma as she felt Hector enter her.

"Baby... your drying up, do I not turn you on?" she heard Hector mumble. 
"Oh yes, just harder!" Norma said.

She hadn't dried up because of Hector. Bert not giving a shit had turned her off. She was only as wet as she was because she thought of how much she'd crush his heart when he walked in on them.

Norma finished satisfying Hector and then got out of bed. "Come on Baby, I'm hungry." she told Hector as she threw his underwear at him.

He quickly got dressed and followed her out into the kitchen. Bert was sitting in his chair reading the paper. 'Not a fucking reaction!' Norma Jean screamed, 'Kill him now!' 'Not in front of Hector!' Norma replied.

"Mmm I want you again," Norma said as she kissed Hector right in front of Bert. "Maybe a round two is in order?"

That finally did it! Bert jumped out of his chair and came running into the kitchen. "What the hell Norma!" he said as he looked at his wife with disgust.

Hector saw the satisfaction on Norma's face and the hurt on Bert's. He  knew he deserved it after what he did to her, and so he too looked satisfied.

"You cheating whore! How could you do this to me! I have given you everything!" Bert started screaming. "I want your fucking bags packed and for you to get the fuck out of my house!"
"Your house!? Are you fucking an idiot?! This is my house you lousy piece of shit! You sold your house, remember! I own this! I own you! You fucking need to shut up and get a clue!" Norma screamed back.

Then Bert did something Norma wasn't expecting.... he slapped her!

Norma stopped screaming and looked at Bert with hate her in eyes. "Hector, you should leave now." she said, her voice changing.

Hector had never heard this voice before and frankly it scared him to death. He grabbed his clothes and walked out the door. He'd call Norma later to check on her, he could still here the screaming from the road.

The fighting continued for hours, Bert started crying like the little baby he was, which just fueled the fire inside Norma even more.

"How could you? I gave you everything you ever asked for?" Bert sobbed. 
"I hate you, you little weasel. I have never loved you! I married you for your money and only your money!" Norma replied coldly. She felt Norma Jean pushing closer to the surface, she wouldn't be able to keep her at bay much longer. 'Now lets kill him!'

Norma held back for a little while longer, calling Bert all kinds of names and hurting him as much as she could. When she knew he was broken beyond repair, she walked away, leaving him alone.

And hour went by and she could hear him in the kitchen making himself something to eat. 'Now Norma, now!' Norma Jean chanted. 'Yes, now is perfect!' Norma replied.

She had thought long and hard how she was going to take Bert's life. Set him on fire? Eh, satisfying but not what she wanted for her first kill in Hidden Springs. She could drown him in the bathtub, but they didn't have a bathtub, so that was out. She finally had decided on the perfect weapon. One that would make her daddy proud and honor his first kill.

She snuck to the toolbox then and grabbed out the hammer, her adrenaline rushing through her like a warm comfort. 'Oh yes, this is going to be good,' Norma Jean said as Norma relaxed and let Norma Jean out to play.

Norma Jean was quiet as she snuck up behind Bert. Her heart raced with the anticipation of what she was about to do. It had been so long since she had gotten to come out and play.

"I am going to enjoy this so much," Norma Jean whispered from behind Bert.

Raising the hammer she smashed his head. Blood oozed from the spot she hit, this just made her laugh and hit his harder. Over and over again she beat the hammer against his head. Smashing both his eyes and caving in one side. She felt herself orgasm as his screams slowly died.

"Yes, yes! Fucking die! Oh how I want to bathe in your blood you son of a bitch!'" Norma Jean screamed and laughed as she let his blood spill all over her.

Bert, who had fallen to the floor with the first blow, could barely keep his eyes open as he looked at the deranged woman hovering above him. "Why...." was all he could get out as his eyes closed and his breathing stopped.

Norma Jean laughed and stood up, she felt so alive she didn't want to stop there! "I need to kill more!" she said aloud. 'No! Stop! He's gone, we cannot get ahead of ourselves, our plan will fail then!'

Norma Jean started to loose her grip as Norma started to slowly take back over. She knew she had to get rid of the body and convince the town that Bert had left her. She looked down at the bloody mess that was bits and pieces of Bert. Oh how she loved the site of it, the smell of the fresh blood making her body tingle. 'Are you sure we can't do it some more?' asked Norma Jean, tucked away inside Norma again. 'Soon,' replied Norma, 'Soon.'

Chapter Three - Evil Continues

Over the next few months Norma thought of different ways she could hurt her husband. She wanted to end this charade but she wanted to make him suffer first. She hated him with all her being and thought of his death often. She could make it gruesome causing him pain he'd never felt before, or she could make it swift, just getting rid of him for good.

'Lets do it quickly!Get him out of the way!' Norma Jean often said, but Norma wasn't so sure. Where was the satisfaction in that?

The idea came to her one morning while she was out shopping around town. She'd met a few more of the residence, all of whom just made her skin crawl. The men looked at her like she was a piece of meat, while the women looked at her with disgust and jealousy. That was until she met Hector Mendoza.

Hector wasn't like the other men in town. He didn't fall all over her or even look at her with lust in his eyes. No, he barely looked at her at all in fact. Norma liked this, it gave her a challenge, and so she started to follow Hector around town watching his moves and what he was interested in. She found out he was in a relationship with some tramp named Lailia Al Fachad. Oh how Norma wished she could slice her throat in front of Hector, showing him who was the dominate one. Men needed to be shown who was boss, their pee little minds just couldn't handle making decisions for themselves.

One day Norma was back at the little shop that sold the annoying puppies. She visited there often as people would get the idea she had a nurturing nature and loved all creatures. Suckers, she hated them all and wanted to strangle the little yippers! She also knew that Hector frequented the shop often. She didn't know why as he never played with the barking rags, just got on his laptop and did something for hours.

It was on this day that Norma decided to engage the man in conversation. Bert had pissed her off again that morning and Norma almost ended him right there.

'Bastard fucking left when we went to kill him!' Norma Jean stated. 'I know, but that was probably a good thing, I so want to make him suffer first.' Norma replied.

Hector was at the shop on his laptop again and Norma took this opportunity to sit down and strike up a conversation with him. At first he ignored her, which just gave Norma more reason to get him. She'd like making this one suffer too.

"You are not going to leave me alone are you?" Hector asked, as he shut his laptop and put it back into his backpack. 
"Not likely," replied Norma, batting her eyes at him and giving him her seductive smile. "I've seen you around town, I thought I'd say 'Hi'."
"Hi," Hector said nonchalantly as he got up to leave. 

Norma clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, 'How dare the bastard walk away from her!' she thought as she stood up and tried to regain control. 'Fucker is going to pay! Maybe I'll kill that pretty little girlfriend in front on him, then make him bathe in her blood. That would show him!'

She stopped herself though and instead tried to get him to communicate with her more. "Are you a writer?" she asked trying to get him to pay attention to her. 
"Uh, yes, how did you guess?" he asked as he stopped and turned towards her. 
"You just have that look. I see you around a lot with your laptop." she replied. 'There we go, real him in Norma' Norma Jean whispered.

That one little statement was all it took to get his attention. "Oh really?" he asked as he turned around to look at Norma, really look at her. "And what look is that?"
"To tell you the truth, I think it is sexy. Nothing like a man with a mind full of wonder." she replied, sitting back down as he did.

This seemed to please Hector and he started to open up to her. He talked about how his girlfriend thought what he did was a waste of time. How they fought more than they didn't about his writing and guitar playing. He told Norma how he had hoped to become a great music legend or a world best selling author. While he talked on and on, Norma half listened commenting when she needed to and making noises of appreciation to keep him talking. It started to get late when all of a sudden Hector jumped out of his seat and said he had to go.

"Wait!" Norma screamed accidentally, 'Shit, he was going to think I'm desperate!'

She got up and tried to act normal, then when he told her he really needed to go, she tried to give him a kiss. Unfortunately, Hector wasn't as easy to manipulate as Bert and rejected her.

"What are you doing? I have a girlfriend!" he told her, shocked that she tried something.

"I...I didn't mean it as anything but friendly." Norma replied, acting like she was the innocent one here.

'Lets chop his dick off! How dare he reject us!' Norma Jean screamed from inside.

"Oh. I'm sorry, I thought you were trying something else." Hector said, real embarrassment on his face.

'Yes, lets do it, lets chop it up and feed it to his girlfriend!' Norma Jean laughed. Norma ignored Norma Jean for the time being, she couldn't act innocent and answer Norma Jean at the same time.

Hector apologized again, told Norma he really needed to go and headed out the door. Norma watched him till she couldn't see him any longer. 'I will have you Hector Mendoza, even if I have to get rid of that BITCH first to do it.'

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Months went by and Norma hadn't "ran" into Hector again. She'd called him on his cell a few times and they'd talked though. Mostly about his writing and how Lailia didn't understand him. Norma turned into the shoulder to cry on for him as it seemed to be what he needed. She pretended to be interested in his book and his latest song he wrote. Both which sucked by the way, but she'd never tell him that.

Bert was getting ready for work one morning while Norma still lay in bed. She hadn't been feeling well the past few days and so her mornings seemed to be getting started later and later. She liked it though, it meant she didn't have to see her husband till the evening and she didn't want to kill his quiet as much.

The pains started then, at first just being small cramps in her stomach. As the morning progressed they got worse. Finally admitting she was in labor, she let Bert know as he got out of the shower.

"Oh my god, oh my god, what do we do!" Bert started to panic and paced around the room. 
"I fucking go to the hospital you idiot! What do you think we do?!" Norma said in between contractions. "I swear to god Bert if you don't shut the fuck up I am going to rip that tongue of yours out!"

Bert had heard the threats before most of the time them scaring him. This time he knew it was just the pain talking. Or at least he hoped.

Norma called a taxi and then started to head out the door. "Wait! I need to get dressed first!" Bert yelled as she opened the front door. 
"I don't want you there! I'll text you when the baby is born!" Norma replied as she slammed the door shut and headed to the hospital.

Bert stood there confused. His wife scared him sometimes and he knew if he showed up and she really didn't want him there, there would be hell to pay. He contemplated what to do for a few more minutes then decided to just go to work. 'She'd rather have my money than me half the time anyways.' he thought.

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Norma was glad Bert didn't follow her. She couldn't hand the pain on top of his whining sniveling annoying existence. Bringing his baby into the world was bad enough, Norma just hoped it got more of her traits than his.

Labor went on for hours, but Norma actually enjoyed the pain. She felt like her body was tearing open and thought of it as what the men in her life would feel when she got to them. While Norma pushed she thought of how the babies head was being squeezed through a small hole, she then thought of how she could make Bert's head pop while squeezing it through a small hole.

Clarice Bates was born at 5:57pm and Norma could see the evil in her small daughters eyes. Oh yes, she was beautiful, but more importantly Norma would raise her to be just like her.

Chapter Two - The Next Step

Norma looked at her new "husband" thinking of all the different ways she would get rid of him. She could stab him with the knife she had sharpened in the kitchen, or better yet she could rip his tongue out and then shove it down his throat watching as he choked on it. She started getting wet thinking about it, something about killing turned her on and she knew her father had had the same feelings. 'It felt good' he always said, and as she got older she understood more and more what he meant by 'felt good'

"Lets kill him now Norma,' Norma Jean whispered in her head for the fifth time that day. 'Not yet, we need his seed inside me and his money in my account. Patience, that is what daddy taught us.' Norma replied.

She had talked Bert into selling his house and belongings, moving in with her. Telling him they would save more money and have more than enough once her trust fund goes in to buy the motel from the bank and start making money. Stupid ass believed her! She didn't have to show him proof or anything, he was so desperate that he bought her lies as soon as she showed a bit more cleavage than she had been.

'Men are so stupid and gullible,' Norma Jean piped in. 'Except for daddy, never call daddy stupid!' Norma replied. Sometimes Norma Jean pissed her off and she wished she could fix her.

The next step in Norma's plan needed to happen that night. She had made sure to learn her body before she started this plan, and she was ovulating and needed him to plant his seed inside her before she had to keep him around longer than she wanted.

"Are you ready for your reward?" she asked, unbuttoning her dress a little more showing even more cleavage.

'He makes my skin crawl' Norma told Norma Jean. 'We need to get this over with.'

Bert, looking like a fucking dog in heat about to hump her leg, grinned big and nodded his head.

'Idiot!' Norma Jean replied.

It didn't take much to seduce him, he was already hard and ready by the time she had led him into her bedroom. She really hoped all men were this easy, it would make her job a lot easier. Undressing out of her dress she showed him her sexy lingerie, something she detested but she knew it was a necessary.

"Do you have protection?" Bert asked as she crawled into bed next to him. 
"I do, I am on the pill," she replied, this lying thing getting easier and easier.

"Good, good," he replied taking off his robe.

He groaned and kissed her everywhere he could. Touched her breasts and then touched her wet lady part. He started sounding like a sweating pig when he rose over her and started to enter her. God she wished she could stab him now letting his blood run down her body, that would at least turn her on. This huffing and puffing fat rolled pig did nothing for her. Instead she made fake noises she'd learned from the internet and thought about different ways to kill him as to stay wet. It really was the only thing that seemed to turn her on.

Afterwards he lay next to her sweat glistening all over his body looking like he'd just had sex for the first time.

"I'm famished!" he suddenly said, making her jump a little as she had just started to drift off to sleep. 
"Make some dinner," she replied as she got up and grabbed her clothes. "I'm taking a shower."

Norma could hear him singing in the kitchen as she started her water and stepped into the hot steaming shower. She hated him, hated him more now that she had actually had to touch him than she did before. She craved to make him scream, to listen to his cries and begs for her to stop. She couldn't turn the water hot enough to get his stench off of her and soon her body was red and raw from the scrubbing she was doing subconsciously. She decided she'd been in long enough, finished rinsing off and got out. She could still hear him singing something off key and decided she needed to take a deep breath and calm her nerves. No one would benefit if she killed him before she got his money, she'd just have the bastards child to raise then.

"I'm making Mac & Cheese!" he called out from the kitchen. Like this was some kind of successful feet.
"Okay! I'll be there in a minute!" she replied putting her sweetest voice to work.

She dressed in her lingerie again and then headed into the kitchen.

"Oh my god, I am so hungry! I don't even know if I can finish making this!" Bert said as he whined and looked at her.

'Fucking grab the knife and just cut him to pieces!' Norma Jean said. 'He's a loser and the world will be better off if you fixed him now!'

Norma turned away from Bert thinking of taking his arm and shoving it down the garbage disposal, his screams being music to her ears. 'Yes, yes, lets do it!' 'No, we can't, we need the money!' 'But it would be so fun and rewarding, we'll find someone else with money!' 'Norma Jean, stop tempting me, daddy wouldn't like it, we have to wait.'

Norma controlled herself and even finished making dinner since Bert was a worthless loser. She then kissed her husband and told him she was tired and going to bed. He stayed in the living room a little longer watching their small black and white T.V.

The next morning Norma woke before Bert and headed into the kitchen. She saw that some kind of burnt food was left on the counter and this set her off.

"WHAT THE HELL!" she screamed, holding her head in her hands trying to calm back down. "BERT YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! GET YOUR LAZY ASS UP AND GET IN HERE BEFORE I KILL YOU!"

Bert came running out of the bedroom naked and she almost lost it even more. "Get dressed you piece of shit!" she said as she walked away trying to talk herself out of ripping his head off.

'Don't loose it Norma! He looks like he's about to cry!' Norma Jean said as Norma took deep breaths trying to calm herself.

She could hear Bert cleaning in the kitchen and muttering something under his breath. She really hoped she didn't just blow it with him, she couldn't help it though, messes just made her mad!

Walking back into the kitchen Norma saw that the kitchen was clean and Bert was no longer in there. 'Shit!' she thought, thinking he'd ran out the door. Just then he came walking out of the bedroom with his jeans still unbuttoned around his waist. He looked scared and confused as he looked at her.

"I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to say those things," she said going over to him and putting her hand down his pants. "I can't stand messes and just lost it, I didn't mean any of it. Can I make it up to you?" 

He didn't say anything as she rubbed his hardness a little bit more. "Let me make you some breakfast and then I'll apologize right." she said as she pulled her hand out of his pants and started to walk into the kitchen again.

"What the hell Norma?" Bert finally said, watching his wife. He was starting to wonder if she had lied to him from the beginning.
Norma took a deep breath, put on her best fake smile and turned to Bert. "I'm sorry, it won't happen again. I think I am just a bit tired and overwhelmed."
Bert looked at her for a few more seconds then shrugged. "Can I have pancakes?" he asked seeming to forget what had just happened. 
"Sure baby, sure. Pancakes it is." she said as she smiled and turned to start making him breakfast.

After breakfast, just as promised Norma apologized to her husband properly. Afterward, while he was in the bathroom, Norma threw up from the disgust of the act. Either that, or her plan was already onto the next step.

Months passed and Norma and Bert got into a routine. His money finally showed up in her bank account even though it was a lot less than what she was expecting. With his house and belongings she had guesstimated his worth at least above $50,000. When only $22,000  showed up, she had to hold herself back not to off him then. He'd lied to her about his wealth, yes the $20,000 would help, but it wasn't nearly enough to get her going for very long.

The only reason she didn't kill him then and there was that she found out she was pregnant and wanted to wait until the baby was born to get rid of him. It wasn't that she needed him to raise the baby, she could figure that out on her own. No, she was hoping that by him having an heir, there just might be a little bit more money stashed somewhere she could get her hands on.

When she couldn't hide it anymore, she decided it was time to tell Bert the 'good' news. She knew he didn't want kids, but she didn't care. 'Let him suffer a little bit more before I kill his ugly ass,' she thought and laughed.

She cornered him in the bathroom after work one night. "Bert sweetie, I have something to tell you."
Bert looked at her as he took off his shoes, his feet smelling like a dead fish had just crawled out of them. "Can it wait till after my shower?" he asked taking off his crusty socks next.
Norma gagged a little and then smiled at her husband, "No, it cannot wait." she said seriously. Bert knew the look by now and knew if he pushed it she'd get a bit psycho on him. 
"Okay, sorry, go ahead." he said as he turned to her giving her his full attention. 
"I'm pregnant." Norma replied, rubbing her belly and looking at her husband for approval. 
"Pregnant? Are you sure?" he squeaked. He always squeaked when he didn't like something. 
"Yes I am sure! Do you not think I know my body!? Do you think I would just say something to you just because without being sure!?" Norma started to get heated and took a deep breath to calm her nerves. 
"Okay, okay, well.... are you happy about it?" he asked, not sure where to go from here. He didn't want to piss his wife off as he knew she had a short temper. He was actually starting to fall in love with the weird moody woman. "If it is what you want, I am happy."
"I am very happy." Norma replied, kissing her husband and then turning to leave the room. "I'll let you shower now."

Bert finished getting undressed and then got into the shower thinking of his wife and now his unborn child. This woman came into his life out of nowhere and changed his views on it. He couldn't be happier.

Bert was so lost in his thoughts he never noticed his wife come back into the bathroom watching him while he showered. Her thoughts were far from love and being happy with her husband forever. Her thoughts were a lot more dark and sinister.

Chapter One - The Plan

"Here we are Miss," the cab driver said as he pulled to a stop in front of a small green house. 
"Thank you," Norma replied as she handed the cabbie the fair and got out.

It had been over 30 years since a Bates had stepped foot in Hidden Spring but Norma had decided long ago that was to change. From a very young age she had heard all the stories about the famous 'Bates Motel' and how it was one of the greatest celebrity hangouts in its day. How the town had run her family out, calling them killers, psychos and filth. Killers? No, Norma didn't consider them killers. They fixed people, her daddy had taught her that. He had taught her a lot of things and she loved him so much. In fact, he was the only person she ever loved.

Her mother had died in a tragic car accident when she was two, something about the brakes being faulty. She really didn't care as she didn't remember her anyways. From that day her father, Robert Bates, had raised her. He taught her everything she knew and told her many stories of his childhood and all the things he fixed along the way. Norma had always found it fascinating.

When Norma was fifteen her father was taken away in a police car. They said he killed her teacher, Mrs. Larson, but Norma knew the truth. Her teacher had yelled at her and failed her on a test that Norma had studied a week for. Daddy didn't like that Mrs. Larson had made Norma cry and so he fixed it for her. What was wrong with that? Daddy's were suppose to protect their little girls, right?

They state sent Norma to a psychologist after that trying to assess the "damage" her father had done to her. They were scared as to what they saw. The little girl was not only delusional, had multiple personalities, she really did believe what her father and her did was right. With no other choice they placed her in Sunset Valley Mental Hospital. They kept saying they were going to "fix" Norma and someday they hoped she could live a normal life with the proper medications.

Norma knew the drill, another thing Daddy had taught her. One thing you always do is pretend. She was a good pretender and had the doctors fooled within a year of being at the hospital. They really believed she was getting better and that the medication was working. Norma kept it up for a few more years until she was old enough to be released and on her own, with proper medication of coarse.

"Fuck them, someday I will show them what it is like to be fixed," Norma said aloud as she looked at her new house in Hidden Springs. "But first, daddies list needs to be worked on."

 Norma looked down at the list of names. Her father and her had devised a plan many years ago and Norma had promised to carry it out on the day they executed him.  

Fucking assholes they will regret that. She thought for the millionth time. She hated them all, hated them and wanted to torture them like they had her daddy.

"Daddy won't like that, stick to the plan Norma," Norma Jean said. 
"You're right Norma Jean, stick to the plan, make Daddy proud." Norma replied as she headed into her house to drop off the small luggage she carried. 
"Where to start?" Norma said aloud. No one was really in the house with her, but Norma Jean was always there.

Norma Jean had been Norma's best friend since as long as she can remember. Her aunt Sarah had told her she was just an imaginary friend and that Norma would outgrow her. This hurt Norma Jean's feeling and aunt Sarah had an accident down the stairs that same day. It was okay, Norma didn't like aunt Sarah really anyways, she just tolerated her for daddies sake. Daddy loved his sister and sometimes Norma saw him dressed as Sarah, she liked it when he did that, it made her laugh.

"Lets go check out the motel, see what we need to do to buy it." Norma Jean said. 
"Good idea! We need to start on this list anyways, I'm not getting any younger." Norma replied as she called a cab and headed outside to wait. 

The plan was simple, or at least Norma thought it was. Norma Jean didn't like it as much but she understood the reasoning behind it. She'd rather just "fix" them all and be done with it. None of this lovey dovey crap. Norma had never had a boyfriend, never had a friend actually, so she was actually excited to start on daddy's plan.

Daddy's plan, it was simple really. Norma was the last of the Bates line as Sarah never had any children and daddy only had Norma. The world was a big huge place with lots of people that needed fixing, too much for one Bates to do alone. So he had devised a plan that not only would fix that problem but get them their motel back as well. Norma was to move to Hidden Springs, find the people on the list, or at least their descendents, make them fall in love with her, produce another more Bates and then fix the father. So simple really, plus Norma liked fixing people, it was fun. She also had a soft spot for children and she'd always wanted a big family. The plan was perfect, at least in her eyes.

"The cab is here," Norma Jean said in her head, pulling Norma out of her daydream. She could always get lost in her thoughts of fixing people. She had never actually had a chance to fix a human before, kitties yes, doggies yes, even a rabbit one time. She had seen her daddy do it though and wanted to be just like him. She had even learned some of the best ways to do it as to not get caught.

Norma was lost in her thoughts once again as the cab took her across town, down an old dirt road out by the ocean, that lead to Bates Motel. When she first set eyes on it she was in love, the picture she carried in her purse did it no justice. She couldn't wait till she could afford to buy it and move in. She really did think running a motel would be amazing.

It was a bit run down, some overgrown brush in places but Norma thought it just added to the appeal of the place. She looked around the motel seeing that nothing was broken and someone seemed to at least do a little maintenance on the place. She then headed up the house behind the motel. Locked, crap Norma wasn't expecting that, she had really wanted to see the inside, see the place where daddy had fixed his mother. The old bat deserved it as far as Norma was concerned. She never understood her son and Norma knew her fixing was necessary for her daddy to be who he was.

Heading back down the stairs Norma saw a sign at the end of the driveway. It was a real estate sign that had the realtors information on it. Perfect.

 The sign read:

For Sale
Contact Bert Alto - Real Estate Broker
765-555-2365

Norma wrote down the number and then checked her list. Alto... Alto.. yep they were on the list but it wasn't Bert. Ebenezer was the name on her list, Bert must be his son? Norma wasn't sure, maybe a brother. She'd find out soon enough though as she took out her phone and dialed the number.

"Hello, Bert Alto, how may I help you?" a deep male voice said on the other end of the line. 
"Hello, I am calling about the motel on Lakeside Drive," she replied, surprised Bert actually answered the phone. 
"You are? *coughs* I mean, yes, beautiful place isn't it?" Bert said. She could hear the shock in his voice. Had no one ever asked about it? 
"Could we meet?" Norma asked, walking back up the dirt road to where a taxi could pick her up. 
"Sure, sure. Why don't you come over to my house and we'll talk details," Bert said, sounding more eager than he had before. 
"Perfect, what is your address?" Norma asked getting her pen and paper out again. This just might be easier than she thought.

After getting his address Norma called a taxi and headed over to Bert's house. Should she tell him the truth, that she was Norma Bates, daughter of Robert Bates, Granddaughter of Martin and Noelle. Did people still know about Noelle? Nah it had been years, they probably didn't remember something or someone so insignificant.

Norma pulled up to Bert's house and the first thing she thought was how big the house was. Hmm, this could get interesting. Norma had always had a way with guys and usually could get anything she wanted by just batting her eyes.

Knocking, it didn't take long for Bert to answer the door. "Norma?" he asked as he held out his hand.

Norma took it, smiling to herself. Older? Alone? Yep, he would be perfect to start her daddies plan.

Bert invited her in asking her if she would like a beverage. "No thank you," Norma stated, "I'd just like to get down to business."
"Fine, fine, so you are interested in buying the old motel?" Bert asked. 
"Well, yes, kinda." Norma replied, trying to figure out how to start.

"Oh. I thought you were ready to buy now," Bert said, disappointment clearly in his voice.

Norma had decided to tell most of the truth. It wasn't like she had anything to hide and no one probably remembered who the Bates were anyways.

"I actually am Norma Bates, granddaughter of Martin Bates, the previous owner of the motel." Norma said not sure Bert was really listening anymore. 
"Bates? As in Killer Bates? You are his Granddaughter?" Bert asked, starting to step away from Norma.
Norma laughed, she couldn't help herself. "Is that what the rumors have turned in too?" she asked.
"Rumors? No, no, these are facts." Bert said as he headed towards the door. "I think it is time for you to leave Miss. Bates."
"Wait a minute!" Norma screamed as she felt her blood starting to boil. 'Hold it together Norma, you can't fix him yet, you need him!' she heard Norma Jean say. 'Yes, you are right, Norma Jean' Norma replied in her head. 
"Ma'am, I believe it is time for you to go. If you do not wish to purchase the property we have nothing else to discuss!" Bert said, his voice cracking a little with the last few words. Boy she really did have him scared and she hadn't even done anything yet. She held back a giggle, stupid man. 
"Listen, I don't have the money right now, but I do plan on buying it, that is why I am here now. I just moved into town and want to eventually reopen the motel." Norma explained, batting her eyes at Bert to get him to calm down. 'Sucker' Norma Jean said in her head.

"I don't know what kind of rumors flew around here, but I can assure you Mr. Alto, they are not true. My grandfather did not nor has he ever kill anyone in his life. He was the most sane man I knew." See she didn't lie! 
"I beg to differ Miss. Bates. My father was chief of police at the time and although there was never any hard evidence to convict your grandfather, he knew he killed his wife. There was no other explanation. Now kindly leave my house!" Bert replied as he held the door open.

So he was the son of Ebenezer, this was good. She just needed to convince him to let her stay.

"Please Bert... may I call you Bert? Listen to me, my family has lived with this hovering over us all our lives. I have grown up trying to clear my families name and do not plan to stop now. I will save up enough money, and I will buy back my families motel. You can either help me, be part of that profit or I can take my business elsewhere." she said as she started walking towards the door. 
"Wait... what is this profit you are talking about?" Bert asked as he shut his door.

Norma knew money would get his attention, she had a way of reading people right from the beginning. 'See not so hard,' Norma Jean said.

"Here is my proposal, Bert. There was never any evidence to convict my family of my grandmothers murder. I need help clearing my family name, you seem like a well known resident in this town and could help me do that. I also need to save up enough money to buy the motel back and then get it running again. How about I make you a partner in my plan and you get 50% when all is said and done?" Norma said batting her eyes again at Bert. 
"What will I need to do? There has to be some sort of a catch," Bert asked. 
"No catch really. You would need to marry me, for show purposes only of coarse." Norma replied, blowing a kiss at him.

"Marry you? Are you crazy?!" Bert screeched. "I don't even know you!"

'Kill him! Kill him now! He called you crazy!' Norma Jean said. 'All in good time.' Norma answered.

"That is the deal Mr. Alto, take it or leave it," she knew going back to his surname would make her sound more firm. 
"How much money do you have already, Miss Bates?" Bert asked, hoping she would have most of it.

Norma lied knowing what he was getting after. "I have $100,000 in a trust fund. In order to have that money I have to get married. Mr. Alto, it is enough to get my plan going."

'We have $340, not quiet $100,000!' Norma Jean laughed. Norma hid her laughter of what Norma Jean said. She knew Bert had money, if they were married that would get her a little bit closer to her plan to buy the motel.

"Oh well then... so this could happen real quick?" Bert asked, shocked that Norma was rich. 
"Oh yes Bert, the sooner the better. You just have to marry me for me to get my trust fund and for us to get the motel bought." Norma said, getting on her knee and pulling out the fake diamond ring in her purse. She was so glad she won it in that claw machine. 
"Bert Alto, will you marry me? Become my business partner and help my family clear its name?" Norma asked.

"I don't know.... I think I should think about it." Bert replied as he closed the lid to the ring box.

Pissed Norma could feel her fists clench and her teeth grind. How dare he turn her down! Oh he was going to pay all right, fuck him! She started to stand when she heard Norma Jean 'Woo him girl, he's just being stubborn,' God she hated begging, people should just do what she says, it would be easier!

"Bert, baby, I thought we got this worked out." She batted again at him this time pushing her breasts up against him. "You do know marring me means you get the whole package, it is not just business"
"Ooooh really?"

Bert's eyes lit up as he looked down at the woman in front of him, he could make this work and he'd get ass on top of it! Yes, this would do nicely.

'Fucking Sleazeball, just cut his throat now!' Norma Jean pipped in. 'Quiet! He's almost ours!' Norma replied. 

"Okay fine, I'll marry you!" Bert said interrupting her thoughts of slitting his throat.

Norma didn't bother this time with the whole getting on one knee, she handed him the ring and told him he need to marry her right then and there to make everything official. He didn't hesitate again as she knew he wouldn't once she had a hold on him.

Yep, this really was going to be a simple plan.

Prologue

"Home," she whispered as she looked down at the black and white photo. The cab pulled up and she put the photo back into her purse.





















The photo was of an old abandoned motel in Hidden Springs. Long ago her family had owned it until some unfortunate events happened and they were forced to sell and leave town. Norma grew up on glamorous stories hearing about the guests that had visited the motel and about the family that lived in the big mansion behind. In the 50's the motel had been bustling with celebrities, rock stars and other amazing people that came to Hidden Springs as a getaway from the big city life. Her family was well known in town and from California to New York the motel itself was a conversation piece. Then one day a well known celebrity overdosed in his room while staying at the motel. Things changed from then on. The motel started to get a reputation of being the "drug motel" somewhere celebrities and well known people could go to get their high and not be bothered by the paparazzi. Business suffered due to this and more riff raff started to use the motel as their hangout and less well to do's came. The motel and the family started to loose money and the place started to look rundown. They talked about selling but Martin Bates wouldn't have any of it! He knew if they just stuck with it it would pick up again. Years went by and less and less people came to Hidden Springs and even less renting at the motel.

The Bates decide that this was a good time to start a family and not long after that, Robert and Sarah were born. Noelle loved both her children but there were many day she wished they had just had Sarah. See Robert wasn't right in the head. The family knew this from a young age when Robert was only about two. He would dress up in his sisters clothing and then would cut her dolls heads off. He would blame it on Sarah saying she had done it but Noelle herself had seen her son do the mean things. She didn't understand how he never remembered after that he himself had pretended to be Sarah and had done the horrible stuff. As Robert got older the blackouts and scary things he didn't just got worse. One night Noelle was sitting in the sitting room reading her book when Robert, dressed as Sarah came in with a dead dog in his arms, blood dripping everywhere.

"Look Mama, I fixed it," he had said in his fake Sarah voice.
Noelle scared looked at her son with disbelief. "What have you done Robert?!" she asked as calmly as she could.
"SARAH! I AM SARAH!" Robert started screaming, shaking the dead dog at his mother.
"Oh I am sorry honey! I meant Sarah," she said as she took her sons little hand, "Let me see what you fixed on that doggy."
"It was barking so loudly Mama, I told it to shut up but it wouldn't. I helped it!" he said, beaming a huge smile up at his mother for approval.
"You did?! Good for you Sarah!" Noelle said as her voice shook from her fear.

Her son was only eight years old but he could scare her more than anything else. Martin wasn't home from work yet and the real Sarah was spending the night at her friends. Noelle and Robert were alone.

This hadn't been the first time Robert had killed something, and Noelle knew it wouldn't be the last. What could she do, turn her son in? Send him to a mental hospital? No, none of those were options and Martin still denied there was anything wrong with their son. Noelle, scared, alone and at a loss of what to do wasn't thinking when she did the next thing. As they walked down the stairs to the basement, so Robert could get a box to bury the dog in, Noelle let go of his hand and pushed him as hard as she could. She could hear the screams and the bones breaking, she could see the blood gushing out of his head, but what she didn't expect was what happened next.

"Why Mother!" Robert screamed, this time in his Robert voice. "What did I ever do to you! I loved you!"

Noelle knew her son had returned to his rightful state and all he could remember was his mother trying to kill him.

"Oh dear," she gasped as she ran down the stairs trying to help her son.
"I am so sorry my boy, I must have slipped!" she said as she grabbed an old dirty towel to stop the bleeding from his head. He didn't die, what was she to tell her husband? He would always believe Robert over her!
"I don't believe you Mother." Robert said in a monotone voice, a voice Noelle hadn't heard before. "You tried to kill me Mother."

Panicking Noelle tried to deny what her son said, tried to get the bleeding to stop and tried to figure out who this new "Robert" was.

"You need to be punished Mother." Robert said as he reached behind him grabbing a hammer. "Bad girls all need to be punished." He said as he looked at his mom with blank eyes.
"Robert stop, please!" Noelle, fearing for her life, started to back into the basement further. Robert blocked the stairs so Noelle had no where else to go.
"ROBERT!" she screamed as the hammer hit her on the arm. "STOP! PLEASE!"

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"Robert? Noelle? Where are you guys?" Martin yelled as he walked into his house that seemed way too quiet.

He checked the kitchen, then checked the upstairs, no one. Where were they? He thought as he headed back into the kitchen to see what Noelle had made for dinner. Usually it was sitting on the table nice and hot waiting for him, this time there wasn't even anything in the fridge.

"What the hell is going on?" he said, starting to get angry that his dinner was not waiting for him.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw the basement door cracked. What in the world were they doing down there, they knew it was forbidden to go into his basement! Opening the door he could see the shadows of them in the corner.

"Hey! Where is my dinner?" Martin yelled from the top of the stairs.

Nothing. Noelle didn't answer him and neither did Robert. Getting angrier by the minute Martin started to head down the stairs. Noelle was really going to get it this time! This was unacceptable!

He got to the bottom of the stairs and was just about to yell some more when he really saw the scene in front of him. His wife lay on the concrete floor blood all around her. Her skull was caved in in places and she hardly looked recognizable. Robert sat next to her with a bloodied hammer in his hands rocking back and forth muttering something incoherent.

"Robert?" Martin whispered, "what have you done son?"
"I love you Mother. I love you Mother. I love you Mother." Robert repeated over and over again.

Martin stepped over to his son and slowly took the hammer away from him.

"It is okay son, lets get you cleaned up, the bad man is gone now." he said as he picked up his son and cradled him in his arms.

He looked back down at his wife a tear streaming down his face. There was nothing he could do for her now, his son though, he could protect and he would. At any cost he would. He walked back up the stairs repeating to his son that all was going to be okay, the bad man was gone and couldn't hurt him anymore. He knew the story he would tell the police, and knew they would believe him. Why wouldn't they? His son was only a baby himself, no one would suspect him of killing his own mother.