Some LifeFuel out of Canada, if you wanna skip the (somewhat boring) background story and context, scroll down to the bold blue text.
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Gawky and boyish, 16-year-old Kruse had scraggly brown hair and uneven eyes. He lived in a bungalow with his mother on Happy Valley Road, a leafy street in the small town of Langford, British Columbia. On this evening, as on so many others, he was hanging out with his best friend, Cameron Moffat, a burly 17-year-old goth. [...] Kimberly Proctor was born on January 1, 1992. Her middle-class parents—Lucy, a Walmart manager, and Fred—a diesel mechanic, called her “Baby New Year” or Kimmy. Kim had a passion for animals, raising a menagerie of lizards, rabbits, mice, and hamsters. She loved cats so much that, when she was young, she wore cat ears to school.
But Kim’s earnestness made her vulnerable. Kids teased her about her cat ears, meowing at her in class, and never let up as the years went on. “She was bullied throughout her life,” her mother recalls. Kim’s attention-deficit disorder didn’t help. She would panic navigating the swarm of students in the hallways at school. Her parents tried to medicate her, but this only “zombied her out,” her mother said. Eventually, they transferred her to an alternative school, Pacific Secondary, to get more individualized attention. [...]
For a while, Kim dated Zach, another member of the group, who was particularly friendly with Kruse. But, like many high-school romances, Kim’s affair with Zach was short-lived—he called it off after a few months. Kim was crushed and sought out the solace of her friends, including Cam and Kruse, online. During one of these chats, Cam confessed to Kim that he liked her. He complimented her beauty, telling her: “There arnt meny beautiful things iv seen, but i must say you are one of them.”
“Aww thanx,” she replied.
[...]
Offline, Kruse’s and Cam’s lives were growing increasingly dark. They were often high. They experimented with drinking blood and bodily fluids. Friends reported hearing Cam screaming at his family at home, and Kruse, still living alone with his mother, was resistant to any supervision at all.
They visited sadistic porn sites, and in their frequent chats with each other online, they began fantasizing about rape and bondage.
One day, Kim was chatting separately with them at the same time, switching from one window of conversation to the next. Cam invited her to a party “in my pants” and promised a cream-filled lollipop.
“OMG,” she wrote Kruse, “he says he has a Lolipop that will last all night long i didn’t no they made those!”
“I happen to own that brand of lollipop as well,” Kruse wrote back.
“Ok . . ,” she replied, with her signature emoticon, cat whiskers, “there is no such Lolipop with a cream in the middle>Cam: YOU HAVE DEATH URIN ON YOU!!!!
Cam: your going to die next. . . .
Kim: . . .
Kim: >Kim: Oh ... wut do u want ?
Kruse: What are you doing tomorrow?
Kim: nothing other than baby sitting at 3:00
Kruse: I’m bored and was looking for someone to chill with today. I also wanted to apologize.
Kim: oh ?
Kruse: I have some things I’d rather tell you in person about the entire Zach fiasco.
Kim: this is sudden an i can’t help but wounder why
Kim: i don’t wanna talk about Zach . . . )(
Kruse: Zach and I aren’t as close as we used to be, but I feel you deserve an explanation
Kruse: Don’t worry, it’s not much
Kruse: It’s more about why Cam, and me, and everyone was so mean
Kim: wut ever happened to Kim u deserve nothing u kill your rabbit. ha ha
Kruse: That’s what I wanted to talk about.
Kim: i gotta say when I saw ur text I was shocked
Kim: an confused..
Kruse: But like I said, I’d rather talk in person. I can meet you tomorrow earlier than her babysitting and talk about it over a couple bowls
Kim: sure
Kim asked Kruse to call her. He secretly patched Cam in to eavesdrop on the call. As Kruse and Kim talked, Kruse and Cam IM’d each other, reveling as their fantasy came to life. “I’m gonig to rip her nose ring out and burn it,” Kruse typed. “BURN HER FLESH.”
“Y not keep her bound and alive,” Cam suggested.
“That’s what I’m going to do but I need to get her stoned first and possibly seduce her.”
“Lol, try quickly.”
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In the early hours of that morning, Kruse had told Cam he’d use a code phrase—“I think I’m going to make some KD”—a Canadian abbreviation for Kraft Macaroni & Cheese Dinner—when he was ready to attack. Shortly after arriving at the house, the boys struck, kicking and hitting Kim as they bound her hands and ankles. Kruse stuffed a sock in Kim’s mouth, which he then wrapped in duct tape. The two raped and beat Kim for hours until she died from suffocation. They mutilated her with a knife and stuffed refuse, including a four-inch-long lollipop stick, into her vagina and anus. They moved her body to a freezer in Kruse’s garage.
The next morning, Kruse and Cam put Kim’s body into a hockey bag and boarded a bus for the Galloping Goose Trail. Once there, they trudged into the woods and under a bridge. They doused the bag in fuel and lit it on fire. At some point while they were there, Kruse got out his phone and sent a text.
Prior to this, Kruse hadn’t tried hard to cover his tracks. But, as he later told the girl from Halifax, sending that text from under the bridge might have been a crucial mistake. He wondered if the police could trace his text to his phone at this spot. What if his digital trail led them to Galloping Goose?
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Samantha Kennedy, Kim’s friend, posted this message on her Facebook page not long after Lucy Proctor reported Kim missing. Kim's mother had suspected trouble the moment she called her on Thursday afternoon and was diverted straight to voicemail. “Because the phone was turned off I knew that something was wrong,” she told the police.
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