August 21, 2012

  • Murder Close To Home -- Part 9

    Monday, August 11th -- The Voice:

    (Check out: http://ctaretz.xanga.com/755787380/murders-close-to-home----part-1/, http://ctaretz.xanga.com/755861297/murder-close-to-home----part-2/, http://ctaretz.xanga.com/756199130/murder-close-to-home----part-3/, http://ctaretz.xanga.com/756666341/murder-close-to-home----part-4/, http://ctaretz.xanga.com/757336374/murder-close-to-home----part-5/, http://ctaretz.xanga.com/757860842/murder-close-to-home----part-6/, http://www.ctaretz.com/758344236/murder-close-to-home----part-7/, http://ctaretz.xanga.com/761088449/murder-close-to-home----part-8/ first if you haven't.)

        "Desperation has a hold on me -- wrapping itself around my neck suffocating every fiber of strength, sapping my confidence, I need a miracle God! -- I haven't talked to you in a while but, I need your help! Please, I know I've been brutal on the job; I've beaten, killed, intimidated, and planted evidence on perps to keep them in jail for a long time, but, I ask you for forgiveness, and to please help me regain my breath, my strength, my confidence, Amen."

        "Where are you my boys, where are you?"

       A boy struggles, his legs and hands are tied, he's not gagged but he is groggy. He rolls over to his right and he sees his brother, still sleeping, a boy that looks just like him, yet has a different name, a boy he calls brother:

    "Peter!" He calls out with a loud raspy whisper.

    "Peter!"

      Peter's eye lids start to ripple, peter fidgets, and in an explosion he wakes up. his eyes go wide, his face contorts as he immediately realizes he can't move his arms and legs because of the tight ropes, keeping him from his freedom.

    "Mike! Where are we?" Peter yells.

    "Shh, we're in trouble, we've been taken from the house."

    "Where's Sarah?"

    "I don't know, but, I don't think she's okay."

    "What do we do?" Peter starts to cry.

    "I don't know Pete, but dad would want us to be brave."

      Both Pete and Mike started to look around, searching their surroundings with wonderment, there were a few trouble light hung up in a line to a doorway, so they could see their surroundings, where are they? They see that they are in a large room with lots of rusted pipes and valves, it's hot inside this room because it's a hot summer day and there was little to no ventilation. They noticed they were lying on small cots, cots that looked as if they were used in a nursery school for nap time. The floor was cement and they could hear squeaks and the little pitter-pattering of rodents. They were in some kind of factory, but, they didn't understand what they were looking at so none of it made sense. They didn't know that the walls were thick. No one could here them even if they screamed. They were as good as gone, missing, out of anyone's reach, VANISHED!

      The boys heard an echo of a door unlocking and a latch opening, they heard footsteps coming closer to them, and then appeared a large body, head covered with a holed potato sack, he wore a black jumpsuit, and he breathed loudly as if he still didn't get enough air despite the holes he put in his homemade mask. In his hands he had two plates with food on them. He walked over and placed them in front of them. The plates were caked over with oatmeal. Mike looked at his plate and asked how he was supposed to eat.

     Abductor: In a raspy voice, " With your mouth."

     Peter: "I wanna go home!" Let me Go! Let me go!!!

     Mike: "Shut up Peter!"

     Peter: "No! Let me go you big jerk! Let me out of here!!!" Pete is having a tantrum.

     Abductor: "Shut up boy, or I'll make you shut up."

     Peter: "No! you're not my daddy! LET ME GO!!!"

     Mike: "SHUT UP! STOP IT PETER! STOP IT!!!" 

     The abductor pulls his belt out of his loops, Pete still hasn't simmered down, Mike looks at this huge man in terror. Mike doesn't know what else to say, he knows Peter and his tantrums, there is no stopping Pete from fussin' until Pete is good and ready to stop. Dad has locked Peter up in his room numerous times until his tantrums ended. Peter breaks everything he sees, this time he doesn't have that option, he's tied up and defenseless. 

     Mike watches the abductor adjust the belt in his hand so the belt buckle is the one that will hit Peter, Mike's eyes well up with tears and he has no other choice but to roll away from what was about to happen. The next thing Mike hears is a huge whipping sound followed by a loud thud. The scream of pain that exited Peter's mouth was enough to wake the dead. After that one lashing this beast went to town. He whipped Peter continuously for the next minute. A minute that probably seemed like an hour to Peter. The screams went from loud and high to low and gurgling -- by the end of it Mike prayed to God that he didn't kill his brother. When the beating was done, there was only two things Mike could hear: Peter snoring unconscious and the man walking away. 

     Mike was scared to turn around but he did, he opened his eyes and freed the tears that were left inside of them, he looked at Peter and started to cry all over again. Peter's shirt was ripped and blood was seeping through it in some spots, his face was swollen and bloody, and he was unconscious. 

    "I told you to shut up Peter! I told you to stop..."

      Phone text message alert: Detective Carlson is sitting at his desk with his partner doing paper work at the desk across from him, he looks at his text and sees a picture of a boy tied up and visibly beaten and unconscious. It's his boy, his Peter...

    Monday, August 11th -- Later that day...

    TO BE CONTINUED.....

     

         

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