Copy right 2010 by Mark C. Mallory ISBN#978-1-257-76689-5
THE CHRONICLE OF MANN BOOK 1 by Mark C. Mallory
Prelude…………………………………………………………….5
Mandrel. Picture Mandrel page …………………………….…..8
Chapter 1...…………………………………………………….…..9
Lil’Mann. Picture Lil’Mann page………………………………..12
Chapter 2……………………………………………………….…13
Chapter 3. Drell..………………………………………………….15
Picture of Franklin page………………………………………….19
Chapter 4.Franklin……………………………….………………..20
Chapter 5. Karla…………………………………….………….….21
Chapter 6…………………………………………………….….....22
Chapter 7. The way it all started, Part 1.The story of Franklin 27
Chapter 8…………………………………………………….……..31
Chapter 9. West Point the school of the hard knobs………….37
Chapter 10. Tour of Duty…………………………………….......40
Picture Eddy page……………………………………………...…45
Chapter 11. The way it all started, Part 2. The death of Eddy.46
Chapter 12. …………………………………………………….….48
Chapter 13……………………………………………………...…50
Chapter 14…………………………………………………………53
Picture of Angel page ………………………………………........56
Chapter 15. The return of Franklin …………………………......57
Chapter 16…………………………………………………………61
Chapter 17…………………………………………………………66
Chapter 18. Let’s reflect……………………………………..…..68
Chapter 19. Death by murder…………………………….....…..70
Chapter 20………………………………………………………...77
Chapter 21. Voices…………………………………………..…..78
Picture Joe page………………………………………..…….... ..81
Chapter 22………………………………………………………....83
Picture Drell page…………………………………………...….....85
Chapter 23………………………………………………………....86
Picture Kumi page ………………………………………………..91
Chapter 24………………………………………………….……...93
Chapter 25…………………………………………………….…...97
Chapter 26………………………………………………………..101
Chapter 27………………………………………………………..104
Chapter 28………………………………………………………..108
Chapter 29………………………………………………………..115
Chapter 30………………………………………………………..119
Chapter 31………………………………………………………..121
Chapter 32………………………………………………………..124
Picture of Daria page…………………………………………… 126
Chapter 33…………………………………………………….…..131
Chapter 34………………………………………………………...133
Chapter 35…………………………………………………….…..135
Chapter 36…………………………………….……………….…..139
Picture of Mariko page……………………………………………142
Chapter 37……………………………………………………….…145
Chapter 38……………………………………………………….…148
Chapter 39……………………………………………………….…150
Chapter 40……………………………………………………….…154
Picture of Kingfish page………………………………..…….….. 156
Chapter 41………………………………………………………….158
Picture of Fallon page.………………………………..……….…. 161
Chapter 42……………………………………………………….….162
Chapter 43……………………………………………………….….165
Chapter 44. ………………………………………………………...168
Picture of Kingfish page …………………………………………..171
Chapter 45. The story of Fallon………………..………………....172
Chapter 46……………………... …………………….……………174
Picture. of Jones home page……………………………………. 178
Chapter 47…………………………………………………………..180
Chapter 48. …………………………………………………………182
Picture of Butter page ……………………………………………..187
Chapter 49 The story of Butter……………………………………188
Picture of Mariko page ………………………………………........191
Chapter 50 Enter the Dragon……...……………………………..193
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Picture of Eddy draw by Mike Mallory page 45
I could possibly go for some of what you’re talking about, but on that one thing it’s not that kind ‘a party.
You gone ‘a let me do it anyway later tonight, why I got to wait; she might not mind me joining, two heads really are better then one you know?
Kumi pushed Joe back out of the picture; stunned that he had been able to come forward while he’s with Mariko, that should not have happened, but before he could recover from the shock of the pass few moments; Mariko exited the shower butt-naked-dripping- wet, walking toward Shana with murderous intent in her eyes.
Whose head’s better then whose?
You are interfering on time that is not yours Shana; being with child gives you no right to constantly force yourself on my man. Especially while he’s my man!
This could get ugly Kumi thought; Mariko has said this to Shana twice before in the pass hour already today, and it’s only six a.m. now. We should not be in this situation, Franklin should be dealt with
immediately; to see us all hiding and living like this is worst then anything Franklin could ever do; <Mandrel come forward!> Kumi’s voice echoed loudly in his head, Mandrel had no choice
Mandrel spoke angrily; removing himself from Shana’s hand before she could reach her mouth, have you lost your mind?
I’m not Kumi or Joe; this is Mandrel, and I can’t allow you to hurt Shana, and I hope you won’t hurt me.
This is a mess; if I wasn’t crazy by now I soon will be, everyone agrees to disagree, the three women want to kill each other, and I’m caught in the middle of every fight; but that’s not the worst
of it, I’m unknowingly fading in an out of personalities totally out of control at times.
I can’t stay in control of who I am from one moment too the next, each situation seems to dictate who’s forward at any given time, it’s freaking me out!
This won’t work; I’m trying to do something that can’t be done, we can’t stay here like this much longer, and Franklin’s not going to just go away; I got to go stop him before he can kill any of us,
but it’s getting harder to stay focused anymore; who I am is becoming a blurred picture difficult to understand. Madness waits down the road if I don’t go after Franklin again soon.
{Yeah, that’s slick; that thing about you going after Franklin , going back to work, alright, you the man Baby!
Yeah that’s real smooth, but check this out; it’s a come-up for you and you got to put a little something-something on that, it’s a come-up for you right?Show em’ you’re coming-up on this; lets go get our head-on-tight-an-step-out- right! You know, a little something-something for the head, alright! Give them hot-in-the-ass-bitches a line an blow this joint; take a ride and go get a little something- something for the head, you
Kingfish laughed quietly to himself as Mandrel picked up the car keys and headed for the door; he was behind the wheel by the time the car reached the street, and on his way to the drug dealers he knew on the other side of town. Mandrel was lost in thoughts about how his life had come to this; he had no clue about what he was currently doing at the moment, he thought he was still at Joe’s thinking about how this all started.
8/12/09 11:22 p.m. the clocks ticking.
Mandrel.
People were turning up dead at a fascinating rate, and it seemed like that’s about all anyone really knew for sure. They figured that much out three years ago, but folk’s were still turning up just as dead, just as fast, year after year. One of the reasons its gone on for so long isn't just due to record breaking stupidity on the part of the law, the killers really good at it, and its not hard to see why the law enforcement community as a whole still don’t have a clue of the killers existence; its one of their own doing it, and they’re not trying to
hear nothing I’m saying. These fools think there’s a group of serial killers whacking off all at once in the state of New York ; like there’s some kind’ a killing contest or something going on.
But I know the truth of the matter, there’s only one person responsible for all of these murder.
The guys a real piece of work, just as sick as they come, but when I tried to tell the police what I know about these murders, its only brought me a whole lot of trouble. Some think I’m the sick one just trying to make trouble for a good officer, but thinking I’m sick wont help make these murders stop, that’s why I’m going after the killer on my own.
Once it was almost enough to make me just leave it all alone; I didn't have a clue about what to do, so not knowing anything else to do I went to the police with information that should of got his sick ass put away, but instead I was the one who got put away after witnessing the death of my brother. Now its personal, this is between me and a guy that calls himself Karla, it’s not about seeing him put away anymore, he
needs killing. The guy I’m after lives inside of someone else, yeah I know that must sound like maybe I’m really a few taco’s shy of a combo; if it’s not bad enough that this guy’s a cop, he’s actually a war hero and treated like a god where he works because of his part in helping to bring down a cop killing serial killer back in the days. Doing him won’t be easy; I've already lost half my life in a mental institution because of him, but if I don’t do him he’s going to do me. You see; I’m the only person that knows who he is. Who am I?
I’m just another nobody that had to become somebody fast, or die, I was left in an ally around the first week of my life as far as I can figure out. Who I started out as is about as big a mystery to me as it is to anyone. “Mandrel” is what I go by most of the time, and there’s no
telling how old I am for sure, my guess is I’m a little past the legal age the state could hold me. Here and now, I’m a black man with multiple personalities, before that I was just a kid left in an alley, and the first family and home I ever knew came from one of the cops murdered by the cop killing serial killer.
Officer Edward Mann was the person that found me in an alley and took me in. Back then he wasn't a cop; he’s just a young man that found a baby in an ally and gave him a home as if the baby’s his own
brother, for the first 12 years of my life Eddy was all the family I ever knew, it’s always been just the two of us. The story was that our mother died after my birth and Eddy was old enough to take care of us; that’s that, and no more was ever said about it. We made our home in several different states; never staying in
any place too long, Eddy kept us moving, so there’s not much to tell when you don’t stay in any place long enough to get a feel for it. The life we had was a good one though; I was Little Mann, and
he was Fast Eddy. What we had was never anything like a father and son relationship; he‘s all I knew, my big brother. We eventually made our way to New York, and it’s about two years later that Eddy became a cop; it wasn't until much later in my life that I found out that Eddy’s real brother died 10 months after birth, so you see, I might not have a clue about who I really am, but I know who killed my brother though; his partner did, and kept me around like some kind of mistreated pet.
What I remember most about it all is awakening from what I thought’s just a bad dream, one in which Eddy’s murdered by his partner. I know now it wasn't just a bad dream, it really happened; Eddy’s dead, and I’m in what has to be one of the worst situation imaginable; I’m being held captive by a really sick ass person. Days went by in his little home made jail cell, there’s no way I could tell how long I was held, time became a real useless thing; it always is when you’re living on borrowed time. What did it matter anyway, all I ever had is gone by one senseless act of murder, where’s there to turn to for help when
you’re already in the hands of the law? Time pasted regardless of its usefulness to me, sometimes I’m
given food and water; whenever this happened I’m told to “make it last or do without”, there’s no way of knowing when to expect more or when he’d return; at times he’d just keep peeping at me, and talking to himself like I wasn't really there. I’m kept naked in a dark dug out hole that had a brick floor laid carelessly with a door on it, there’s nothing but me, a plastic bucket for a toilet in his little cell with the only other thing besides the door with its sneak-a-peep small door covered window is a large plastic bowl secured to the wall just high enough to reach on my hands and knees to drink from like some kind of animal. The only source of water came from a hose that’s most likely attached to a pump that allowed water from a well or stream to be used to clean me and his little cell; he’d just open the door from time too time and hose me down like I’m no more then a animal in a cage. It was during several of those times I’d notice how he would
sometimes changed, he wasn’t always himself, and it’s real clear to see this by the way he’d treat me at different times. He’d change; he’d act and talk differently like he’s more then
just one person. His feedings and cleaning visits started slacking up, weeks would sometimes pass without much food or water, and then one day it just stopped all together. I’m 12 year old and this is about to be all my life’s to ever be; I couldn't accept that. Some say that a persons mind can, and often does withdraw
within itself to help it deal with a situation that’s beyond it ability to accept, it comes to its own aid and creates one in which it can exist. All I know as family is gone; murdered by the one person I thought would never do such a thing. The world to my 12 year old mind had became a place gone mad, and I wasn't too far behind it, at some point my mind snapped, and I became a part of all that’s gone from my life. Time past and there wasn't any more food and water, or those cleaning he so loved to do. I had become weak and quit mad, and it awoke something in me; that something told me to get up or die. Find a way out! The way out wasn't any problem, all it took is a good push and the door opened; it hadn't always been like that, and testing the door had always resulted in some form of sick punishment. I’m so stunned at first that all I could do is just stand there looking stupid, then I just walked out. There was nothing menacing or life threatening about it, the place is so clean it kinda hurt my eyes. It took me a while to find my way out; it wasn’t easy to see in the room that opened out into the cellar under the old cabin.
Once outside is when the real fear set in; a blackness filled with shadows from bushes and trees with star in a cold uncaring night sky are what the world had become to me after all those long weeks of captivity, I took off running aimlessly in total darkness, naked as the day I was born; I began to run, what else could I do? Being anywhere near his little cell would certainly result in my death, hiding wasn’t an option, running is all that made any sense to me, so I ran for my life! “FREEDOM”, freedom to run, and I ran my naked black ass off, well at least until I ran into a tree and fell down an embankment. After that I kind a just stumbled around without a clue about anything for I don’t know how long. That’s how they found me, and then I went into a coma.
I awoke in a clean gown safe and warm in a hospital bed. Nothing made any sense to me, and when the nurse told me I was found by some hunters in up state New York living like a feral child, that I had been in a coma for 8 mouths; all I could do is look around me as if I didn't hear her. When asked my name I just looked at them like I didn't know my ass-hole from a hole in the ground, no words would come to
mind to tell them everything I knew was gone. They said I was still in shock, that maybe things would come
back to me, maybe not, but they were wrong. I wasn't in shock; I just didn’t want to talk to them.
Everything I know is gone. The fact that I’m still alive had very little meaning to me at this point in my short life, but there’s a part of me that lived for no other reason then to find the person that brought my life to this, I
would find them and kill them. Those words burned in my young mind; they dried up my
mouth to a point that speech was impossible. The 12-year-old boy was gone forever, and what I was to become started to take form that day. It took a few months before I could talk about what happened to me, I told them what I could remember, and that’s when they started thinking something other then what I said must have happened. My story was dismissed as madness the moment it was known that there’s no record of Officer Edward Mann having a living younger brother, his only brother died 10 mouths after his birth. What came next in my life was one kind of institution after another until I was of an age that allowed me to be released. No longer a ward of the state after years of my life had gone by since the day I saw my brother murdered by his own partner, I was now free to kill him. What I had become over the years was both a blessing and a curse, being a normal person ever again is something forever denied my reach; the experience has changed my life forever. Now some think I’m crazy, but what I've become has its own rewards, I can never be alone again. Freedom; I was walking away (fully dressed) this time, just free to go about my life as if nothing ever happened. Here I am again without a clue about what to expect next, or what’s expected of me, being in a mental institution half of your life doesn't really prepare you for much of anything, but I had
prepared myself for this moment in my life. I knew what I was going to do the moment I became free; I was
going to find Franklin and kill him. Finding him was no problem, he’s a well known somebody, and as I came to the realization that killing him wouldn't be that easy, I backed off and gave my intentions a little more thought. I’m really not crazy, and I don’t look forward to killing anyone, but some things need killing, he’s one of those things, he needs killing. If not so much for what he did to Eddy and my life; then for all the others that came before me, and for those who've followed. People like that need to die because any other form of punishment won’t give back what they took; killing them won’t either, but they won’t kill anyone else or continue to live when they stopped someone else from doing so. There’s really nothing noble about my intentions, this is for what he done to Eddy and me, I could care less about what he did to his other victims, he’s got to die for what he did to Eddy! Eddy would have cared about those others, that’s the kind of
brother Franklin took from me, I’m nothing like that though.
I’m not suicidal either; Franklin ’s well connected and very careful, his death would lead to my own if I’m not careful. He still needs killing though, anything less would just be a waste of time. Franklin Littleton has multiple personalities, making it highly unlikely that any court will ever sentence him to die for his crimes.
He would be able to play it off as if Karla took over and made him kill all those people. I know differently though, he kills in all of his personalities; that never changes regardless of who’s in the driver seat at the
time, he’s running you down because that’s what he does, he’s a serial killer. He wasn't Karla when I first met him, but a killer none-the-less. Karla kills cops; he’s a flaming gay psycho that hates cops, for- real; that why he didn't kill me, he figured one of the other would do me in the rotation, Franklin is a multipurpose serial killer, he’s got a killer for almost everybody, they don’t cross over though, and none of them seem to know much if anything about each other, certainly not about Karla or anything she’s doing. That’s why the killer can’t be profiled as a whole, there are at least six different profiles, and none of them have any similarities or M/O other then the cause of death being murder. Franklin is so sick with secrets; he’s Gay, and not only is he hiding this from his fellow officer and the world, he hides it from himself as well; especially from his other self’s. Don’t ask me how all this works for him, its my guess that it