I stood in line
and waited forever
to meet the man
who had all the answers.
The line zipped left
and the line zipped right
The line was idle
all through the night.
A Christmas Poem
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More Eden
I posted a couple portions of a book I wrote many years back. I doubt it will ever be published. I am just proud that I actually wrote something that long. It’s a good story. Really, it is. To those that do not know what this story is about, I will tell you.
Walter is a family man. He is married to a beautiful woman. They have a young daughter. Walter is a workaholic. His wife, missing her husband, seeks a relationship with another man. The man she forms this forbidden affair with, is Walter’s brother. One day, Walter surprises his wife when he leaves work early. With a dozen roses in his hand, he is shocked to see his wife and brother wrapped around each other like a photo out of the Kama sutra. He unleashes hell and shoots them both dead. Filled with guilt, he leaves the room to weep. A noise startles Walter and the gun is fired a third time. Walter sees the limp body of his five year old daughter dead on the floor.
Walter flees the city to get away from the crime he committed. He drives as far as he could. He car comes to a halt and Walter walks toward a nearby town. The town, Eden is not like the city he came from. Everyone knows each other. Everyone is friendly. They all follow the law of the Bible. They open Walter with open arms. Each of them want to know about him. Walter keeps his secrets from the people of Eden. They also keep their secrets from him. Behind their smiles and their friendly faces, they all hold deep secrets that no one knows about.
Walter was brought to the town. He cannot leave. Some force is keeping him there. But Walter wasn’t the only new visitor to the town. A man named Ashland arrives too. Unlike Walter, Ashland thrives on their secrets. He knows all their secrets, their lies, the skeletons in their closets. It’s up to Walter and others to put an end to this stranger before Ashland and the other townspeople wipe the town off the map.
Another portion from the book.
“Hi mom.” He said with a sarcastic tone in his voice. He sat on the couch, his arms folded nicely on his lap. “You’re home early.”
Nancy walked towards Brian. She was furious. If it could happen, steam would be shooting out of her ears by now. Nancy clenched her fingers together, forming a tight fist. Brian noticed that dripping from her fists, was blood. Nancy had clenched them so tightly together, her fingernails were tearing in to her palms. But it didn’t seem to phase her at all. She continued walking towards him. “What the hell are you doing out of your room? How did you unlock that door?”
Brian laughed and ran passed her. “If you want to punish me, come and get me!” He laughed and ran in to her bedroom. He glared behind the door and nodded to Zach. “She’s on her way. Get ready.”
Nancy walked up the stairs and in to her room. Brian was on the other side of the bed. He just smiled and laughed at her. She didn’t know what was going on, and if she did, she wouldn’t have stepped in that room. “When I get my hands on you, I am going to beat…” Nancy was startled by the sound of the door slamming shut.
Nancy was blocked on each side. Standing just inches from her was Zach, a hammer in his hand and a smile on his face. He didn’t say anything to her at all. He just used all the energy he had and struck her in the knee. Nancy fell down and screamed in pain. Brian placed his hands on the bed and starting jumping up and down, he was filled with such joy. “How does that feel? How does it feel to lose all that power?”
Zach hit her again. He smacked the same knee again and then his third blow, he broke her other kneecap in three pieces. Nancy just laid on the floor. She was crying in pain and asking for help, but the boys just stood there, both laughing at her. Nancy raised her arm and reached for the door handle. Zach wasn’t paying attention, till Zach gave him the nod to stop her. Nancy had reached the door handle and had it in her grasp. Zach yelled “no”, and hit her hand with the hammer. Nancy screamed in pain again. “Finish it.” Brian said.
Zach hit her again on the side of the face. The damage to the face knocked her out. It also opened up a large gash on the side of her face. “She’s out!” Jacob and the girls left their room and joined up with Zach and Brian in their mothers room. Lying on the floor was Nancy. She was breathing, but not very heavily. Zach smiled and tossed the hammer on the bed.
The children just huddled around their mother, just looking at her. Ashland opened the door and joined the kids. “Is she dead yet?’ he asked them,
“No sir, not yet. But she will be soon.” Jacob, with the help of the others ansd Ashland lifted Nancy on to the bed. “Go get the tape Megan.”
Megan screamed with delight and ran out of the room. In just seconds, she returned with the tape. The plan was going perfectly. It was all downhill from here. Zach had to nail her to the bed. He wanted to do it badly, but was more of less afraid that she might wake up during it. Jacob took the tape from Megan and placed a large piece over Nancy’s mouth. The children switched off. Jacob drove in the first nail, just to let Zach know she wouldn’t wake up. He pressed the nail against her hand. Brian held up her hand and pressed it against the bed headboard. Jacob didn’t think twice about it. He did it as quick as he could. It took only one hit. The nail went right though her hand and into the wood of the bed. Blood spit from her hand and splashed across his face. Megan and Kellt screamed. They took comfort behind Ashland legs. They wanted just this, but the girls were getting more terrified as it went further and further. Jacob handed the hammer to Brian. With the help of Jacob, Brian drove his nail in to Nancy’s hand. Like before, the blood shot out from her hand and covered his face.
Ashland patted the girls on the head and smiled. “This is what you wanted, right?” He scooted them away from his legs and pushed them closer to the bed to see what was going on. The girls didn’t want to see, but they had to. They looked at their mother. She looked helpless. He face still bleeding, as well as her hands. “It’s about time children. I cannot be here any longer. But I will be back. This is your mission, not mine.” Ashland just walked out of the house and down the road. He left the children alone. So they waited. Nancy had been unconscious for fifteen minutes now. They just wished she would wake up soon. They wanted it done and over with.
Time passed and the children were growing tired. Jacob was startled by the sounds of Nancy’s moans.
Jacob removed the tape, just to let her speak. He planned on putting it back on once they were ready. He felt that she deserved it. She had the right to say what she wanted. It was either on till they went through with it, or until she got on their nerves. Jacob had a second piece of tape already for anything that might happen.
“What’s going on here?” she said. Nancy was still weak and confused. Nancy saw the children all gathered around her bed, all with blank stares at her. Nancy was cruel herself, but this drew the line for her. She didn’t see kids who broke commandments and kids who disobeyed their mother, but she saw only spawns of Satan.
Nancy cried in pain and wished for them to stop, but they didn’t. It wasn’t until Kelly brought in the man made weapon in to her ine of sight, that she saw her hands nailed to the backboard.
“You’ve been bad mommy. You don’t listen to God!” Kelly flipped the switched to the beater. The whizzing sound brought fear to Nancy. She was aware that her kids were going to kill her. Nancy began to beg to be free, promising that all will be better, that she would change and they could once again be the happy family that everyone thought they were.
“Liar! Thou shall not lie!” Jacob proved his mother wrong. “You broke a commandment mother. You know what the means?’ Jacob took the hammer in his hand and hit her right foot. “I break a bone!”
“Listen you little brats, when I get out of you, you’re all in for it.” Nancy wanted to hold her foot, and rub out the pain, but that mean she would have to rip her hand away from the nail and cause herself even more pain. Nancy knew better. She knew she wouldn’t be getting out of this anytime soon. She just thought maybe a little threat would scare them and they would give in, giving her the upper hand in this situation.
“You’ll what mom?” Jacob laughed. He knew who had that upper hand. He did. He planned on using it too. “That’s right mom, nothing.”
Nancy looked at her daughter. She was still holding the weapon in her hand. The sound just echoed in her head. Kelly walked up to her. “Know what this is for mommy?”
“Please baby, don’t do this. You don’t want to hurt your mommy. You love your mommy.” Nancy looked at her and started to cry. “Please baby, kids please don’t do this.”
Jacob rolled his eyes. “Forget it mother. You screwed up. We have to go and so do you.” Jacob tore the tape off the bed and covered her mouth. Nanvy screamed for help, but it was too muffled to even be heard by anyone. “Go ahead Kelly. It’s your turn.”
Kelly smiled and brought the makeshift weapon to Nancy forehead. Nancy closed her eyes and squeezed them tightly together. Kelly turned the beater on high and pressed it to her mother’s head. The corkscrew spun around and turn in to the flesh like it was cake batter. Blood coated all the walls as the beater spun around. Kelly just laughed. Earlier she didn’t want to see a drop of blood, but actually doing it, actually drilling a hole in to their mother, gave her a since of power. Kelly liked it. The corkscrew reach the bone and started to scrap at it. Nancy wasn’t moving. She had lost too much blood and laid on the lifeless. But the children didn’t care. Kelly broke through the bone and continued drilling. Small bones shavings rose to the surface and trickled down Nancy’s face. Kelly turned if off. The corkscrew couldn’t be seen anymore. Kelly yanked it from Nancy’s head, ripping a large hole in her forehead.
The children smiled and cheered. They felt a huge burden lift off of them and were free for the first time in a long time. Jacob hugged his brothers and sisters and wiped away a tear that was rolling down his face. “Okay, everyone get in the living room. I’m going to start the fire. Give it 5 minutes before we run out screaming. That should give his enough time to help destroy mom’s body.” Jacob opened the door and his brothers and sisters ran in to the living room. The all clapped and hugged each other again, congratulating each other on a job well done.
Jacob looked at his mom one last time. He started to breath heavy. He felt something come over him, something he wanted to do his whole life. Jacob jumped on the bed and was punching his mom over and over again. He didn’t care where he hit her, just as long as he made contact. Jacob grabbed the lighter fluid and opened it up. He sprayed it first on Nancy, covering her head to toe, not living a dry spot on her. He sprayed it on the walls, on the floor and covered her furniture with it. “Good bye mom.” Jacob stepped out of the room and lit a match. He didn’t toss it right away, he just held it, looking at the flame. And with no morals left in him, he tossed the match on top of Nancy’s cold body. Instantly, the room burst in to flames. Jacob met his brothers and sisters in the living room. They were all holding hands and jumping up and down. “We did it.”
They looked at each other. They did do it. They did what they wanted and she couldn’t stop them. The children waited in the living room, they saw from below the hallway filling up with smoke. The smell of human flesh burning was filling the house with a smell they wished wasn’t there. The smoke continued to fill the house. It crept down the stairs and started to fill the living room. The heat from the bedroom was too intense, it busted its way through the doors and made its way in to the hallway. The house was slowing becoming engulfed in flames. They didn’t care. They had nothing to lose at all. The whole house could turn to a pile of ash and they wouldn’t mind. Jacob saw the fire creep its way in to their bedroom. He was glad it did. He despised that room. He hated his mom for it and was glad she was in the room burning. He knew that she would be spending her life in Hell. Jacob got distracted when Kelly began to cough. “Okay we better go now. I am sure the house has caught enough attention now. People should be outside, all praying to god to save us all.” Brian and Zach ran to the door and made their way outside.
Flesh
I haven’t blogged in some time. I want to. With next week getting closer, I best get at least one in. A gentleman I work with is pretty determined to be in a story of mine. I don’t want to upset people, so this is a story starring just him. Not really a story. I know my poems are great literature but they are just fun little things to write. I have to keep my brain working. I just hope this pleases him. Here it is.
I hope this makes him happy.
His closet was full,
Of his knicks and knacks,
His pants and his ties,
His shoes and his slacks.
But unlike mine,
And unlike yours,
His closet held,
Just a little bit more.
Secrets grim,
And secrets vile,
Secret one,
Was a young, small child.
Of so many children,
Such a sad little boy,
No mother and no father,
No friends and no toys.
Adam found and snatched the boy,
Along the ocean’s coast.
And with a blade,
The boy was flayed,
And turned into a roast.
He ate the boy,
But not too fast,
He savored every bite.
He finished up,
With blood in a cup,
And drank it with delight.
He used the bones,
To pick his teeth,
Of morsels in the cracks.
He took the remains,
And clothes, blood-stained,
And placed them in a sack.
The taste of flesh,
was all still there,
he smelled it where he went.
And secret two,
Was nothing new,
A woman he once met.
At the bar,
She sat alone,
Just nursing on a beer.
And here came Adam,
And she found his handsome,
And asked him to sit near.
After drinks,
He took her back,
To his house,
Just down the street.
And once inside,
He must decide,
How to make the night complete.
He went upstairs,
And yelled her name,
And she answered to his call.
He grabbed her arm,
To cause her harm,
And pinned her to the wall.
With a hammer and nail,
He pounded twice,
And drove them through her wrist.
With her body jerking,
And his face smirking,
He leaned in for a kiss.
He kissed her cheeks,
Then ate her lips,
Her meat was so ever lean.
He chewed the flesh,
That was so fresh,
And licked his fingers clean.
The girl was dead,
All drenched in blood,
A hole inside her chest.
He grabbed her liver,
To eat a sliver,
And swore to eat the rest.
Her body was limp,
But Adam was not,
He craved for something more.
He took his stance,
And dropped his pants,
And went in for the score.
Secret three,
And secret four,
Were just like,
One and two.
And secret five,
Is still alive,
And hopes to make it through.
Now after five,
YOU could be six,
and suffer the same fate.
So run away,
But if you stay,
You’ll end up on his plate.
A Short Story – The Other Me: The Finale
Here is the ending to the short story.
Kent, Kenny and another officer went upstairs to the room where David was killed. “See Kent, I told you a complete mess.” Officer Kenny looked around. The body of David was still of the floor. His hand still clutching the bed sheet. Blood was splattered on the walls and dark red stains were soaked up in the carpet. The body of David Stone had a total of ten wounds in him. Each one the nail was sticking out. A nail was even sticking out of his what use to be his left eye. “What are these kids doing today?” Kent asked himself.
“Well sir.” Kenny said. “Since tat movie Scream came out, teen homicide has risen.” John Kenny shook his head in sadness. “Those kind of movies make me sick.”
“What kind of person would do this?” asked Officer Kenny. Kenny took a few pictures of the scene for file. He walked over to Officer Robert Edwards. “Hey Bob”, as everyone called him. “Really what kind of person would do this?”
“A really sick person. Kent you have any clue who did this?” asked Officer Bob. Kent got up and walked over to the other two officers. “I know who did this.” He said.
“Who?” asked Officer Kenny. He was totally shocked that Kent figured it out with such little evidence. “We don’t need to look for now Steve Beker, but we do need to visit our friend, Pit Weston.”
“Him? Are you sure?” asked Officer Edwards. Kent smiled. “ He killed three people. All of them have no relations to each other. First we have the story he told us. He said Dewey and him had a fight and Dewey stormed out and walked home. We got a call from a student at their school who overheard Pit talking about stopping by the woods to show Dewey something. There is our major clue. They had no fight. They never even went to the store. Pit took him to the woods by his house and killed him there. That is are second death. Then we have David Stone. He lives right next door to Dewey. Why he killed David, I am unsure. This kid is the killer.” Officer Kenny butted in.
“What about the other killing? You say there was three killings. Who is the third?”
Kent put him finger in the air and caught a breath. “I was getting to that. About a mile from Pit’s house, a Nancy Larson was found dead. She was also brutally murdered. A neighbor of hers called us telling us he saw a truck pull up to her house and saw a person enter and leave through the back door.” Kent took a second breath. “I wan this kid watched. We cannot take him in till we have a stronger case. I want to catch him in the act.”
Mrs. Stone walked into the room stilled dressed in her curlers and nightgown. “Have you caught the killer yet?” she asked them.
“No I am sorry, we haven’t. It appearances that he was using an alias. There is no Steve Beker.” Kent told her the upsetting news.
“So the killer is still out there? He can strike again and kill more people? How long are you going to let this go on before you stop it?” for a woman of her appearance, she was actually very smart.
“Ma’am, do you our did your son know a Pit Weston or a Dewey Weiss?” Kent was hoping she would say yes and give him more reason to pull Pit in to custody.
“I know Dewey Weiss. David and him are friends. But that Pit kid, I have never heard of him. Are you saying that Pit and Dewey are the killers?” she was shocked and amazed that someone close to her was no more then a psychopathic killer.
“Well Mrs. Stone three people are dead, one being a woman, another being your son and the other being Dewey Weiss. We are certain that Pit Weston is the one behind all of it. I was hoping you could help us in this case with an insight about the kid, but you can’t.”
Pit was at home packing up his clothes inside a suitcase, ready to leave town. David Stone was dead and now his mom will be all right. He was ready to leave town to work on the mission. “Pit.” The voice said. “Pit, you know you cannot leave yet. It’s Kent. We need to get rid of him, before he gets rid of you.” The voice told Pit.Pit didn’t bother to ask questions. He was already aware of Kent and who he was. “I know he is here to kill me. I’ll get him in the woods. There I will hide, and when the timing is right, I’ll cut his throat.” Pit was getting darker and darker. He wasn’t relying on the voice for help. It would be only a matter of time before Pit had no real feelings for anything. It would soon be time for Pit to be no longer Pit, but in a way become the voice.
Pit walked out of the room and walked into his mom’s room. “Hello mom. I’ll be back later. Is that alright?” he asked her.
“No Pit. I want you to stay here. I never see you anymore. Besides, I don’t want anything happening to you, like what happen to that Weiss kid.” She said.
“But mom, I need to go. It is important!” Pit pleaded with his mom. His mom still said no. “Pit I am telling you for the last time, now get in your room and stay there for the night!” she yelled for the first time in a long time.
Pit didn’t take to kindly to her demands. “Mom, it is time you learned who is in charge now.” Pit pulled out a kitchen knife he had in his backpack and went for his mom. “Pit!” she screamed. Pit stuck the knife into her chest ten times. It took only twice to kill her, but the power he had inside him, he continued just to see the blood and hear the sound of the knife entering and leaving human flesh. “What did you do Pit? You spent all this time trying to save her, and now look?” the voice said.
“Shut up. I don’t need you anymore. You told me to be strong. Now leave me be or I will get you out of my head.” The voice went away in a flash. Pit was now all alone. He left his house and made his way towards the woods, where he knew Kent would go. This would be the final showdown. Pit will finally meet his match.
“Okay Mrs. Stone, now can you tell us what he looked like?”
Kent had a pad of paper ready and was ready for what she had to say. “Well he was a white kid, I know that.”
“His hair color? What color was his hair?” Kent asked her as he wrote down that the killer was a white teen.
“I’m not sure, he was wearing a hat. I do know that he had black eyes. It was funny though, his eyes were black, pure black.” She took a puff form a cigarette.
“You should quit.” Kent said to her. He smiled and so did she. “Well Mrs. Stone, I am sure this will help. Thank you for your help. And I very sorry for your lose. Take care.” Kent gave her a hug and left. He sat in the patrol car with Edwards and Kenny. “Weston is our only suspect, who else could it be?” Kent was again radioed. “Kent this is Officer Dean. We saw Weston leave. Do you want us to follow him?” he asked Kent.
“No. That is all right, I have an idea of where he is going. Put out an APB just in case. If anyone does see him, I want him brought in, no questions asked.” Kent took a left on vine and made another left on Rockland. “I am going to need an officer or two more at the place where we found the Weiss kid.” Kent turned off the radio and made his way down the street to the wooded area. “Look! There is his truck. You want us to go after him?” asked Officer Edward.
A red truck sat empty outside the wooded area. It had a personalized plate saying ‘CAMLJKY’. “”Edwards head in the woods. Remember to be on your guard. If Pit is in there, he is probably waiting for us. Be very careful.” Kent handed Edwards his gun watched as he disappeared in the woods. “Hey Sargent, you have any idea why this kid killed those people?” Officer Kenny asked him.
Kent shrugged his shoulders. “I have no clue. But kids these day do so many things that no one can explain” Kent told Kenny. It was less than five minutes when they heard two gun shoots go off. “What the hell is going on in there? We’re going in.” Kent and Officer Kenny grabbed their guns and ran into the woods. “We split up. You go that way, and I’ll go this way. If you see him, shoot him. I want this bastard dead.” John Kenny understood and he made his way down the path to the open field where they found Dewey a few days ago.
Kent walked down the opposite path, walking farther into the woods. It got darker and darker, with each step. Kent walked down the path. He walked as quietly as he could. From the trees, a rock came flying, hitting Kent in the back of the head, and knocking him to the ground. “Nice shoot, kid.” As Kent got up, he found his other officer. Edwards was lying on the ground with a kitchen knife sticking out of his back. “You bastard! Where are you? Lets do this face to face!” Kent taunted to Pit to get him to a clear shot. “You’re a coward Pit. A coward.” Kent was hoping that the threats would draw Pit to the open.
“You’ll never catch me Sargent. I am too smart for you.” Pit laughed and tossed another rock, hitting Kent in the arm.
“Get down here now Pit! I want to talk to you!” Kent aimed his gun to the trees, looking for Pit, but found nothing.
“I wouldn’t piss me off Kent. My mother did that and she got what she had coming. You don’t want to die like her, do you? Or do you want to die like your friend over there?” Pit laughed again and again. He found all of this funny.
“God is going to be pleased with me. I have done such good work.” Pit continued. “Once I finish you off, I will be able to continue what I started.” Pit made his way into Kent’s view.
“What do you mean by God will be pleased?” Kent had no clue what Pit was talking about. “Your crazy Pit.”
“You see Sargent. God picked me out of all these other people to save the world. But you are trying to stop me. I am trying to give us ever-lasting life, but you are trying to stop it.”
Kent cocked the gun. “Pit your not saving anyone when all you do is kill people. It won’t give you, me, or anyone else ever-lasting life.” Kent tried his best to get through to Pit, but nothing was working.
“No! You’re trying to trick me. I cannot let you do that.” Pit yelled louder and louder, getting the attention of Officer Kenny, who was now on his way over to Kent’s side.
“Pit give me the gun and we’ll get you some help. I want you to give me the gun. I promise I won’t hurt you.” Kent tried again, but still Pit refused.
“You’re lying! You kind of people do that. You lie to us then take advantage of us!” Pit stepped back to the tree.
“Kill him Pit!” his voice said. Pit got angry and started hitting his head. Kent and Kenny watched as he began to fight with himself.
“”Leave me alone! I am in charge in here. You made me who I am. Now get out of my head!” Pit yelled back.
“I am the one Pit. I was just using you. Now finish the job. We have more missions to complete.” The voice said to Pit.
“Leave me alone! I told you I am in charge.” Pit was losing it.
“What is he doing?” asked Kenny to Kent.
“I have no clue. I have no clue.” Kent responded,
“I am in charge of you Pit. Without me, you will be nothing!” the voice yelled back to Pit.
“I’m in charge! Now if you don’t shut up, I’ll shut you up!” Pit was on the verge of a total breakdown.
“You cannot kill me Pit. I told you that. Now kill Sargent Kent!” the voice ordered. Pit had but one choice on shutting up the voice. “I told you I was in charge! I can take care of myself, I don’t need you anymore!” Pit put the gun to his head and fired. His body swayed back and forth, till it fell to the ground.
“Jesus Christ! Did you see what he did? That kid was nuts!” Kenny said. Kent looked at him and both looked at the body of Pit. The spree was over. Six people are dead and it could have been more. “I am unsure what happen. We have some explaining to do. No one will believe us.” Kent and Kenny waited in the woods; they sat on the ground waiting for the ambulance to arrive. This was one of the weirdest cases Kent has took and was still confused on what was going on in Pit’s head. “What ever was wrong with that kid, will forever be a mystery.” Kent said.
A Short Story – The Other Me: Part II
Here is part two to my short story. Again, ignore all grammar errors. I hate editing.
Pit’s mother laid on the couch, waiting for Pit to return home. It was usually three or four hours till Pit came home. She laid there watching television waiting for Pit to come home, when a knock came to the door. “Come in.” she said.
Two officers walked in the house, along with Sargent Kent. “Ma’am is your son home? We like to ask him a few questions?” Kent asked Mrs. Weston.
“No, no he isn’t. He left about an hour ago. What is that all about? Did Pit do something?” she asked Kent.
He smiled. “No, no.” He pulled a chair close to the couch. “We just need to ask him a few questions about a murder.”
“Oh my god! He didn’t do anything, did he?” She gasped. The idea of her son being a murderer was not on her mind. “My son is not a killer, he is a good boy”
“I understand miss. But a student at your son’s school was found dead. Also a woman was dead. We are not sure if these murders are linked, but it was said that your son was the last person to be seen with Dewey Weiss, the young boy found dead.”
Just as Sargent Kent finished, Pit walked in from the outside. He saw the cops interviewing his mother. Pit was scared. He figured they found out it was him and was here to take him away. “Son, can we ask you a few questions? It involves a very serious crime.” Kent sat up from the chair and walked over to Pit. “Pit, just tell them what you told his mother.” The voice said to Pit.
“Sure go ahead. What do you need to know?” Pit asked Sargent Kent. He began to sweat and his heart rate increased. “I didn’t kill him.” Pit was afraid and said what came to his mind. Pit thought about it and knew what he said was not right “Pit! How dumb can you be? That is the most stupid thing to say. This is going to make you the keen suspect. You failed.” The voice told Pit. Pit understood. The mission could be over now, all due to four little words.
“I don’t think you did son. I just want to know what happen to Dewey after school?” Kent asked Pit. Kent was aware of what Pit said. He was now on the list as the one and only suspect.
“Well after school we went to the store up the road. We got in a fight about a girl. He walked out of the store and walked home. That is the last I saw of him.” Pit’s heart rate slowed down.
“Well thank you son. What was the fight over?” Kent wanted more details. What Pit told him wasn’t enough. He wanted Pit to go into more details. “Tell me about this girl.”
Back at the Stone’s house, Mrs. Stone was downstairs calling for David. “David! Let’s go. It’s time for your doctors appointment.” She called out twice and received no answer. “David, don’t make me come up there!” saying this, she made her way up the stairs, without giving David anymore chances. “David, why aren’t you answering me?” she opened the door and saw the mess. “Oh my god! David!” she screamed at the top of her lungs and made her way down the stairs. She remembered seeing the police force outside her house. She ran outside then called out to a nearby officer. “Help me! My son is dead upstairs!” An officer saw her panicking and ran over to her.
“Ma’am are you alright? What are you saying?” he tried to calm her down, buy had no hope. “Please calm down. What are you saying?”
She wiped her face cleaned. “My son is dead! Some kid killed him.” She began to cry again and fell into the officers’ arms.
“A kid? Did you get his name? What was his name?” He tried to get any information from her, but nothing still. “What is the name of the kid that killed your son?” the officer tried one more time to get an answer.
“His name was…Steve! It was Steve Beker!” she said with relief. The horror was almost over. “Find him, he killed my only son!”
“Okay. I’ll check out the place. I’ll call up my superior and we’ll check out the name of Beker.” The officer made his way in the house and walked up to the room where David was killed.
“Who is the girl?” asked Kent. His radioed buzzed twice, till he answered it. “Kent here. What do you need?” he asked.
“Sir, it is Officer Kenny. We found another one. Oddly enough, it is the house right next to the Weiss’ house.”
“Did you get a name or a description on the killer?” asked Kent. Kent was getting closer. With a name, the spree will be over and he will have solved the crime.
“Well the lady said it was a male. His name was a Stephen Beker. I will check it out when I am finished talking to you. This is our big break.” Officer Kenny said.
Kent radioed out and continued on with the questioning of Pit. “Well kid, it seems someone else was killed. Can I ask you where you went just now?”
Pit had nothing to say. “Help me.” He thought to himself. His voice come forward but didn’t care much to help. “Sorry Pit, your own your own. This is your call. Don’t fuck it up as you did with telling that kid your name.”
“Well son, where were you?” Kent waited for Pit to answer him. Pit thought up the first lie he could. “I went to the movies.”
“Which one?” Kent asked him. Kent was on a lead with this.
“Scream. What does me telling you the movie I went to help you out at all?” Pit asked Kent.
“When was it at? What theater did you go to?” Kent was getting angry. “Listen kid, I don’t think you killed your friend. I am just asking you if you know what could have happen to him. I want this to be over just as much as you do.” Kent continued. “You think about the girl and what happen before Dewey left and you get back with me.” Kent left the house and got in to the police car.
“I want two patrol cars around this neighborhood. If anyone sees his car leave, let me know. I want this kid followed. For some reason, I just don’t trust him very much.” Kent closed the door and they drove off, back to the Jackson Lane, this time to check out the Stone’s house.
“Pit, what was that all about? You didn’t do anything to get yourself in trouble, did you?” Pit’s mom might be a bit weak, but when it comes to her son, nothing else matters.
“No mom, I am totally shocked why they wanted to talked to me. I am even more shocked that my best friend is dead and they say I killed him!” Pit quickly made up some fake tears and ran in to his room. “Where were you? I almost got caught?” Pit yelled at the voice in his head.
“Next time, you will listen to me. There is someone you need to get rid of.”
“Who?” Pit asked.
The voice continued. “Kill Sargent Kent. He’s getting to close. We cannot allow him to stop our mission. If he does, people will die.” The voice said.
Back in the patrol car, they received a call over the radio. “Kent come in over.” The voice said. It was a bit garbled, but he could make it out.
“Kent here. What is it?”
“Sir we looked for the name, but no one matching the name Steve Beker comes up. We believe that the name is fake.” Officer John Kenny said.
“Hold on John, we will be there in just a bit. We are at the top of the road.” Kent tuned the radio out and made his way down the street to the Stone’s house. The crowd of people was still there. Kent got out of the car and made his way to the door. John Kenny met him half way. “It’s a mess sir. The kid is completely shot up.” Officer Kenny said.
Pit sat in his room. With the police coming over, he would figure they would surely suspect him. “They know it is me. What should I do? When they talk to Mrs. Stone, she will tell them my name and all is over.” Pit broke down in tears. All his hard work was for nothing. It was ended with a simple mistake.
“Get a hold of yourself kid. When they talk to her, they’ll go looking for a Steve Beker, not a Pit Weston. Your safe.” The voice said to him.
“But they will soon realize it is me. I mean Dewey is dead and I knew him. Know a kid right next door is dead. The woman I killed lives just a few miles from my house. You add it all up, the finger points to me.” Pit was not convinced. He still believed they would find him and kill him.
“Then lay low for a while. This should go over when on one is found. Then go about and start the mission again.” It was the first time the voice actually thought of stopping the mission. “I cannot afford you getting caught. If you are, it will be the end of both of us.” The voice would constantly remained Pit that it will be the end of both, if he is caught.
“Mrs. Stone?” asked Kent.
“Yes?” she stood by the door, a cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other. After each drag, she took a drink. It was sort of her way to get rid of the nasty smoke smell. “You need to help me. Some kid killed my son.” She was shaking, and couldn’t stop. The beer splashed on the floor, after each shake, the cup got less and less in it.
Kent took the beer from her. “Miss, we will find out who did this. We just need your help. If you tell us what the kid looked liked, it could help us in many ways.” Kent waited for her to describe the young man.
“I…I…don’t know. He was wearing a cap and wearing a coat. I couldn’t see much of his face.”
She was no help at all. “Can we look in your sons room? Maybe something was left by the killer.” She took a puff from her cigarette and led the officers up the stairs to David’s room.