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Prolific Writer
Join Date: Feb 2008
Location: Just west of the Cascade Mountains....couple miles from the pacific ocean puget sound
Gender: Male
Posts: 283
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From begining #4 ....continued
Zac was right where he wanted to be. He lay on his stomach close into the shrubs at the top of the alley. He had
followed Lil P to the carwash with his eyes. When she disappeared down Lucy Avenue he ran across the road and then
darted to the upper end of the alley. Perfect. He had Kera in his sights. Zac as slightly disappointed, only one girl
waited. That was okay, Lil P was his prime objective when the two women met.
Zac knew something was wrong. He always knew things, somehow….the two were not coming toward him. Lil P
was on her cell phone. He needed to be closer. Zac was livid. Furious. Those bitches, those fucking cunts. How
could they change his plan. It was explicit. They were going back down the alley. NO! Zac flew to his feet. He ran
toward Dickerson, crossed, then walked as fast as he could toward Lucy Avenue. He had to get a better vantage point
in order to confirm what he was thinking.
It wasn’t long before his hunch was confirmed. Zac knew things, somehow.
The cab arrived twenty minutes after he had his premonition. As always he was spot on. No, wait. The cab had
only one passenger. Zac was a maelstrom of fury. The pressure in his head made his eyes bulge out. Once again, he
might have to expose himself, something he just didn’t allow himself to do. When Zacs’ plans went wrong, which
wasn’t often, his head felt like it would explode.
Although Zac couldn’t see who was in the cab, he knew it was Lil P. He knew because the other girl was leaning
into the window. Zac watched the cab turn south onto Dickerson. Lil P, Zac knew had been alerted by the presence.
He was sensitive enough to know that some people would react to him no matter how he tried to conceal his sinister
touch.
Zac knew she was heading to her car. He had followed her one night all the way to downtown, a three an a half mile
walk. Lil P hadn’t taken a cab that night. She had caught Zacs’ eye , walking toward the night with the sun rising on
her back. Zac had followed her to a pay park lot. She had her own space, paid by credit card. Lil P was an imposter
on the track. He knew this when she drove off in a new BMW. That had incensed and offended Zac to no end.
Tonight she had escaped, but not the other one. This girl was weak-minded and completely guided by the world. She
was clueless that the author of her final chapter was watching.
Kera was not a happy girl. Her get-together with Lil P was cancelled. Damn, she was pissed. She decided to go
back to the Crossland motel and see if anyone in the stable was still awake. Lil P had given her fifty dollars, just on
g.p. (general principles). It was going on 4:30 a.m. Kera wanted to get a fat rock and post up. Maybe Missys’ hook-up
would come through. He was known to deliver at any hour for fifty dollars or more. Suddenly without a sound, Kera
was in the powerful grasp of Zac. The hand over her mouth was cold steel. The arm around her waist, an iron band
Hot breath rushed into her ear. Kera couldn’t make out the words at first, probably because she didn’t want to
acknowledge the words.
“Bitch, judgment is upon you” hissed Zac. “Your sins against man are unpardonable. Your devotion to vice,
shameful. You are now fit for punishment only. No redemption. No mercy”.
As Zac paused for breath, Kera kicked back hard with her right foot, while biting down on the hand covering her
mouth….It worked, she was free, but as she tried to run, she found she couldn’t move her left foot. Frantic with fear,
she kicked at the arm holding her left leg. She looked down to take aim, saw the gleam, a mirror shine swiping
through the air. The blade caught her left Achilles tendon. Her leg was useless. The pain primordial. Kera screamed,
a high-pitched herald of fear and pain. Zac hit her with the butt of the big knife across her temple. Mercifully, Kera
felt no more fear or pain, for now.
Atkins told Carl to put a rush on the prints from Bratchers’ car. A complete autopsy would take several hours, but
preliminary findings had been faxed to Atkins office. The documents waiting for him when he arrived. Cause of
death appeared to be exsanguinations, bleeding out. Bratchers femoral artery had been incised clean, along with a turn
of the blade had guaranteed separation. Atkins would have to wait for morning for the complete picture…time of
death, toxicology, etc. Right now those considerations could wait. His couch was inviting him to sleep. He was not
going to turn it down.
Kera awoke with a pain racked body, so many parts screaming. The pounding in her head made it almost
impossible to think, to pinpoint all the sensations. When he spoke, it all became clear, agonizingly crystal clear. Her psyche almost cracked wide open. She thought she might scream, but she didn’t. She couldn’t see.
All he had said was, “Ah, you’re awake”.
“Why are you doing this?” she sobbed.
“ I’ve already told you” he whispered.
Kera was being kept in an old maintenance building beside the pool of an abandoned hotel less than three blocks where Zac had hoisted an unconscious Kera to his shoulder.
At times like these, Zac went into a semi-fuge state. Another consciousness took control of Zac, not completely, but
in such away to make motor functions the others domain. Zacs’ autism, lack of real emotions, greed, self interest and
intelligence made him the perfect host body for the dark prince, a fallen angel, once a royal sentry to the archangels’ domain. He became a spy for the most unclean. His spoken name Diablophetes (Dee-ob-le-feetees) called Dio. Dio
was above Seraphim, cherubim and the nephelim of the earth. Dio had been in the highest ranks of angels in heaven.
Before, many millennium before, a third of the earth would fall under his brilliant light whenever beckoned. That
was before, before his wickedness, before he was turned, before he knew shame. His light had been used countless
times to herald the coming of the Angels of the Lord, those whom the Lord God kept always in His presence. Those
whom conversed with Him daily and spoke freely with the Council of the Twelve. Dio had become full of pride and
arrogance, he had made himself a target of the deceiver, Lucifer. Gods’ most beautiful and fantastic creation, Lucifer.
Dio had listened to Lucifer, first out of respect and duty, but soon the velvet cords of that cajoling, coaxing voice
coursed through him. Declarations had been made. Promises of station worthy of Dios’ light and beauty. All lies.
The human, Dio had in his grasp, gave no resistance. Its’ mind was impossible to decipher. The soul was black, the
heart emotionless. The thing moved with purpose at each of Dios slightest commands. It soaked up Dios’ superior
discernment. Under Dios control, this empty human was a formidable adversary to anyone whose perception was
limited. Most would know to give it a wide berth, for those that challenged, death, swift and merciless.
That un-describable power coursed through Zac. Zacs autism gave him an ability unknown to the presence inside
him. Zac was a savant. He could split reality, not physically, but perceptually, externally and internally. He kept the
powerful presence busy with the body, its senses, mobility, surface functions. When the “other” was sufficiently
occupied, Zac would wander inside of it. He absorbed vast amounts of information. Oceans of time came and went in
minutes. Thousands of years condensed into memories, Zac understood completely. He could recall any fact. Soon
he would know more about the “other” than it knew about itself. Zac was gaining power from a presence that
believed Zac knew nothing of it.
Zac had carried Kera to the desolate hotel, undetected. He had moved down the alley staying in the shadows. The
quiet time, minutes before dawn. The birds had begun their twilight symphony. Zac had dashed across Dickerson
Pike, the burden on his shoulder borne effortlessly.
Now, in this place, Kera understood. She had to find a place within her. She knew…..she knew with all of herself,
that unspeakable acts would soon be forced upon her. She was helpless to do anything. Her mind was racing to find
an answer, a way out, either to convince her captor to let her go or find a place within to disassociate mentally from this
real life nightmare.
Her Name. The slightest glimmer of hope. She had heard, you must put a name in the killers head, make them
humanize you.
“Hello, sir?” she said tentatively. “My name is Kera. Kera Kelley…Are you there?”
Her head was held steady, unable to move, the knowledge brought a new wave of terrifying fear over her. Instantly,
her eyes welled up with tears.
“Look.” she gasped,” I’m some ones daughter….I love my mother…Oh my God…Please …Please”
Her plaintive pleas became a crescendo. At the mention of God, Zac became a fury.
“Talk to your fucking God through this you dirty, unclean whore” he hissed. She made him out vaguely moving
toward her. Suddenly pain burst into her lips and teeth. Blood and chunks of teeth filled her mouth. She blew out
hard, spewing blood and tooth matter straight up. Zac had taken the head of a sledgehammer and rammed it through
her lips and teeth. He raised it again. This time, with more force, he came straight down. The eight pound piece of
steel was planted firmly in her mouth.
The idea of what had just happened to her, compounded Keras’ terror and pain. Trying not to drown in her own
blood was excruciating. The jagged edges of her teeth, broken to the gum line, kept rubbing against the cold, bare
steel . Choking, coughing, terrifying agony. Now, barely holding on, Kera was blasted by a new pain. Something
hard, insanely long and wide was being thrust upward, into her anus. The pain was amplified, almost more than she
could bear. Mercifully, the steel was removed from her bloody mouth and replaced by the end of a hose. The plastic
felt enormous to Keras torn lips and stubbed teeth. The hose/tubing was clear, one and a half inch diameter flowing to
a Y. Zac wrapped the tube with a rag, smelling of dirt, grease and gasoline. He taped the rag and tube around Keras
lips and neck securing it in her mouth. She could no longer spit up her blood. Thankfully, it flowed more slowly. All
she could do was swallow it now. Keras world existed completely of pain and fear…yet, even worse awaited her.
Pure evil had yet to completely rear its ugly head.
Kera knew she was about to die. She tried hard to calm herself, but panic was all she knew. She was blowing blood
out her nostrils when she exhaled and sucking it down her throat on the intake of air.
Kera Kelley was being tortured
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