“You keep your mouth shut and let me do the talking,” Sammy said before he called out to his fellow officers. No one had any idea of the extent of the boy’s injuries at thetime, it didn’t look too good for Richard most of them there thought that night; the angle of his neck and the way his body lay looked to be very painful to all of the cops drunken minds. Serves him right; Sammy thought as he reached down to check Richard’s pulse, and he told him as much before anyone else was close enough to hear. Franklin heard though; he heard the slap too as his father told Richard he would kill him if he didn’t keep his mouth shut about This; it’s just a bad accident Sammy said. The rain had stopped by the time the family car returned from the hospital; it entered the driveway much to fast, hitting the garage door as if the driver had a hard time seeing it in the light rain. Harold (a.k.a. Slamming Sammy) is having difficulty seeing anything at the moment because of his anger and the amount of alcohol he’d consumed earlier and on the way home from the hospital. Franklin’s viewing the world through his tears; wondering, “What’s next?” At that moment both are in a state of arrested development, confusion began to set in each one’s mind; growing to fill all the empty spaces. One’s filled with the memories of the terrible injury to his lover, and the shock of witnessing how someone he loved just as much if not more had done such a thing; then lied about afterwards! The other is just straight fucking mad that life had come to this. Gay, his son’s a flaming gay guy; good ole Sammy’s in the vortex, and as everything spun crazily in his pickled head; he reached out and pulled Franklin in with him. It wasn’t the kind of spanking a loving parent gave a misbehaving child; it’s one that’s meant to make the child not ever forget the reason for it, or to want it repeated. It was meant to make him into a man some day; at least that’s what good ole Sammy thought as he hit Franklin over and over in a drunken rage. It wasn’t a spanking by any stretch of the imagination; it was a brutal beating that continued pass consciousness, and the marks it left behind scared his very soul. “I’m doing this because I love you!” Franklin heard his father say for the tenth time that day, “you should be considering yourself pretty lucky to be a part of this kind of thing; any real man dreams of going to West Point some day and become a real value to this great country of ours.” 5 generations of Littleton ’s have done just that; you will too! Are you listening to me son; because if you’re not you should be, it’s about time you learned what it takes to be a man in this family. You come from a long line of war hero’s and law enforcement Officers, every man in are family has served in the arm forces and later as law enforcement officers, that’s the way its always been for us Littleton’s; and no son of mine is going to change that, its what we are. The boy gave no sign that he heard a word his father said as the rented car pulled away from the rental area, and came to a jerking stop once out of sight of the office. Franklin hadn’t spoken a word to anyone ever since the incident in the basement that changed his life forever; that night had been a turning point in his life; it was at that moment that his life and the way he thought about everything had changed forever. Gone is the tender young boy that was just finding out about himself; what sat showing no sign of hearing the man driving is a stranger even to himself. That night Franklin never made it back out of the vortex; he’s still left spinning in it helplessly, trapped forever. Harold didn’t have a clue about what’s going on in Franklin ’s mind; the night that changed his son forever was just another drunken shamble to him, just another one in a lifetime full of them. There were things he sort of recalled about it; but he really wasn’t anymore sure about it any more then he is about how much he had to drink that night. None of it really mattered at all to him at the moment though; all he could think about at the time is how the boy isn’t paying him any attention right now. Anger turned his already drunken red face scarlet; its power washed over him as the buzzing in his head got louder, and the vortex began to open. Harold’s hand shot out to slap fire from the boy as he spoke; “it’s what we are!” It’s what you are; Franklin said as he effortlessly caught the hand before it could hit him, and even though he’s no match for his father; the look he gave him brought fear to the older mans eyes. Franklin’s been spinning in the vortex for quite some time now; madness met Harold’s gazes and held it as effortlessly as the boys hand that caught and held his, Harold’s anger turned to sudden fear of his son, and he had a moment to think; “oh shit”, just before Franklin pulled him into the vortex and put the Smack-Down on him! Harold’s not feeling too good by the time he signed his son into West Point that day, he felt as if his wrist is broken; it is, so is three of his ribs, he just hadn’t been officially informed by a doctor yet; when he awoke they were already outside the gates of West Point .The little fuck head butted me; Harold thought with some pride mixed in with his pain and growing fear of the boy. My boy isn’t no fucking fag, it took some balls to do what he did to me; I wonder how long I’ve been out? All pride aside though; he felt like shit, and there’s something else too; he now feared his son. “A drunk ain’t shit” Harold thought as he painfully signed his name and took one last look at Franklin, it’s good to be done with the boy; that’s all he felt at the moment, that and the pain of his injuries.

 Chapter 9.

West Point. The school of the hard knobs. Captain Andrew Millhouse couldn’t help notice the farewell exchange between the two as the father signed the young man in and staggered out of the building toward his rental car. Franklin appeared to be a very depressed young man from an unfortunate family. Ole Andy at once recognized a kinder sprite in the young man that stood at attention before him; he too is as Gay as a three dollar bill, but it’s one of the schools best kept secrets, they had many such secrets it seemed. Franklin’s not what he seemed to be though; he’s actually as happy as a kid in a candy store, inwardly he’s smiling as he thought; (there’s a grip of sugar in those shorts!) and as he looked around he saw it spilling from more then half of the people in the admissions office! It’s a secret society, and as such the rules of conduct are governed by one thing and one thing only; pure lust. In such a society values are based on falsehood and a need for secrecy, being Gay wasn’t an acceptable lifestyle in the U.S arm forces; yet. Franklin soon discovered that being Gay is much more then the puppy love he had at first experienced with Richard; it’s much deeper then what he expected, and deeper still is what it helped him become. He’s never been a little girl trapped inside a boys body; (most Gay men aren’t) to most it just sexual preferences, to some its a way to get attention, and in others it a sick secret that they keep hidden from the rest of the world. In Franklin it’s much different then any of those things though; he’s a monster trapped in a human body. Life at West Point wasn’t anything like what Franklin thought it would be like; it had its outward appearance that earned it its reputation as a military school, deeper within its very core exists a secret society that’s basically a Military version of the kind of sexual abuse found in certain members of some religions where sexual abuse of children is tolerated.  

Sexual abuse has deep roots in life controlling organizations;

it’s a thing done mostly in secrecy, it exist by its own set of selfish

rules, rules made for the moment by the abuser.

Not many if any consider what could happen to them if they get

caught; most do it without any fear of getting into trouble of any

kind, safe in their assumption that what’s done in secrecy protects

them regardless of the amount of damage they do to someone else, usually that someone is a child.

Franklin is different though; he’s never been anyone’s victim of

sexual abuse, or someone that wants attention, or sexually abuses children; sex of any kind is a meaningless thing to him.

He’s an enigma in a paradox; a psychopath with multiple personalities, all filled with a killing rage.

He wasn’t always like this; once there was a time when he was

just confused, that wasn’t so long ago, when he changed, and why went without notice, it just happened one day.

Franklin’s mind is now filled with hated and rage, he has no

interest in sex of any kind, lately his only desire is to kill people;

and even though he still had yet to experience his first kill, he

could taste it in his mind every day, and at night he lays in bed cold and sweating; unable to sleep without dreaming of unspeakable acts of murder.

It wasn’t long before Franklin knew what he had to do to

satisfy his desire to kill; he did what most red blooded American

killer wannabes did back then, he joined the army years before his legal draft date. Three months later Harold received his first and only letter from his 16 year old son in the U.S.A army, and a month after-  wards Harold was found in his basement with his gun in his mouth; seems ole Slamming Sammy developed a taste for heavy metal.

Chapter 10.

 Tour of Duty.

The four bodies of the American soldiers lay forgotten in the mud;

about to become part of the evening meal to the things that feed on dead remains.

They appeared to be as dead as all the others, they weren’t

though; they were just sleeping.

Hours ago this location had been the site of one of the worst

killing grounds the four had seen so far during their tour of duty in

Nam .

This was not the result of a battle; this is the site of a viscous

massacre, the American forces had suffered a humiliating defeat

this day, it’s a thing done to haunt the minds of anyone so

unfortunate to see it.

The remains of the massacred U.S forces were scattered across

the jungle for miles!

It’s not so much done by the force of the fight as it is from the

sick minded thinking of those who did it; many of these soldiers

were tortured and left to die in a very dishonorable fashion.

This is the third such killing ground discovered by the sleeping

foursome; these four soldiers though were not the usual ones the

V.C. found so easy to kill, these were members of a special force

team; cold blooded killers every one of them.

There were in fact five of them; the last one was also covered

with mud, but far up in a near by tree where he kept watch while

his team slept peacefully below.

He was known as the Dark Angel; one of the finest killing

machines made in America , he’s here to kill the best one Nam had to offer; the one responsible for these killing grounds.

These five men were here to find this monster and kill him; they were in fact just hours away from doing what they all volunteered for, its nothing new to them, it’s what they joined the army to do, seek and destroy; they were all real good at it, so good that it made you wonder what they did before joining?

Each one realized they were living on borrowed time, but it

wasn’t just a job; it was more a game they enjoyed.

Darkness spread throughout the jungle as the five men prepared

to move on; their target is 25 miles south of their present location.

Reliable sources confirmed that the target would be there until

morning; their missions to make it the last one the target would

ever see.

General Ming is the real driving force in this war, and the one

man responsible for most of the V.C. success in the jungle as of

late; he killed anyone that’s unfortunate enough to be in the way of his drug lord’s progress; it’s General Ming who controlled the

army that found it so easy to kill American soldiers.

The general and four of his officers were in a village spending a

night enjoying there most resent success; earlier that day they had left a trail of American soldier’s body parts spread across miles of jungle, it’s their way of keeping all who opposed them in a state of terror.

The people of the village feared these killers more then the

American soldiers; they had no love for the Americans, but at least they didn’t fear them as they did the general and his men; these men killed whole villages and tortured people for sports.

It’s nearly dawn before the first of the five Americans slipped

quietly into the mostly sleeping village; it’s so deep within enemy

territory that the V.C. felt little need for posting too many guards,

they controlled all of the surrounding villages making it nearly

impossible for any Americans to get this far.

The five soldiers that entered the village had come along

different routes; each with the orders to seek and destroy a single

target, they had no doubt they would find and kill their targets;

they were very good at it, they were the best killers made in

America, three of them were vicious homosexuals; two of them would later become monster; That day the Dark Angel executed 3 of the five targets; 2 of the hits were the product of 2 members of

 

his team’s failure, but he’s more then happy to perform the hits after their failure and the lost of their lives; he’s on a roll.

One of the men made his hit, and is killed in his attempt to

leave the village, another had done his job and is already gone; the Dark One’s delayed for a moment because he wanted to make sure the missions completed, he preformed the 2 failed attempts, before he left the village as well.

Explosions rocked the sleeping village as the two men departed; each had a different route as planed, all five were wired to explode in the event of capture or death unless the devices are

properly removed; it’s kill or be killed, but if you made it back

alive it’s “Miller time!”

Over the next 2 years the Dark Angle is called upon to do

several more missions; the other remaining member of the first

team had accompanied him on the next four, and then failed to

return on the 5th mission.

No one ever saw the two until it’s too late, and no one ever

lived to talk about it, they got whoever they were sent to kill; they

were better then good, they were the best at what they did.

The Dark Angle is one of the most feared Americans in Nam ,

and he had no desire to return state side ever, the war is his life

now; he’s only happy killing people, this filled him with power and

a sick joy, he never wanted to leave Nam .

Good things always seem to come to an end though, and just

when you’re having the most fun; it wasn’t any different for him.

One day it’s discovered that he lied about his true age to join

the army earlier then the legal age; he was almost 17 when he

joined.

It’s during his return from the last mission that he’s injured and

had to stay at the base longer then he cared for; he had completed his last mission and returning to base when he discovered 6 American soldiers pinned down in a firefight they couldn’t even hope to come out of alive; he got them out alive though and back to base, but took a hit for his effort.

The U.S. could care less about the lie that got him in; he’s old

enough now that they could keep him enlisted; they felt it a shame

that most of the men enlisted weren’t as capable as this kid had

been; here’s a natural born killer, but he’s injured now and had to

be sent home; they would greatly miss his services!

He’s a hero, but an injured one nonetheless; it’s time for the

Angel to return home.

Being one of the most decorated hero’s of any U.S. war ever

meant nothing to him; he had every medal ever made for a

person’s performance in any U.S. war, but the thought of returning home had a much different feeling in him then anyone would have imagined; he’s furious about it, and still consumed with the desire to keep killing.

There wasn’t any sign of this though, he seemed to be looking

forward to living the life of a returning hero, but inwardly he felt

otherwise; there’s no hero’s in this war to him, to the best of his

knowledge there’s never been any declaration of war in all of the

years America fought in Nam .

There cant be any war hero’s if you don’t declare war; this was

just a breeding grounds for killers, and those who joined could

never be nothing more then that; killers, it was time for the Angel to return home.

 Eddy.

           The way it all started. Part 2. The death of Eddy.

 

Chapter 11

 

It’s time to go; Eddy thought as Lil’Mann helped him into the back

seat of his car and shut the door.

Lil’Mann’s all of 12 years, old but looked older because of his

size, he’s big for his age; driving wouldn’t be a problem to him.

Hopefully if they got stopped Eddy could just show his badge

and explain why the boy’s behind the wheel; wasn’t much to say

about it though, one look at Eddy and one could clearly see that the man’s in no shape to drive, Eddy’s in real bad shape; they had to leave though, or die.

If what he suspected is true; open season on cops is just getting

started again!

He could still remember being a rookie fresh out of the academy during the last season.

Not long on the job and not knowing anyone there is bad

enough for a new cop; add to that 2 murders done to officers in

your precinct, and most would have quit the same day; it wasn’t a

good time to be a cop just then, but Eddy needed a job.

It was by chance that Eddy met one of the officer just weeks before he’s murdered by what most were calling a serial cop killer.

Officer James Mason had been on the job for more years then

Eddy had spent on earth; you would think he would be the last

person to befriend the young rookie in the green gators, but he was the first, and one of the cops murdered at Eddy’s new job.

13 murdered cops throughout New York , 3 from the 31st. I

knew nothing about the 2 (can’t even think of their names), but one of the murdered cops I knew; we weren’t the best of friends, but we talked and sometimes joked around on the job, and even a little afterwards.

It’s during one of those times that he said something about how

some of the white cops had got so nervous that they were tapping, whistling, and farting so much that the place (the 31st) smelled like a sack full’a dirty assholes, and sounded like a zoo!

It did too, I remember because everyone smelled of fear, but I

was seated next to the guy making most of the sounds and really

smelling the place up; it was my partner, Franklin.

Everyone sat in the same seats during roll-call, and the smell

coming from him that day was worst then what James said,(although personally I never been near a sack full’a dirty

assholes) Franklin was really humming!

The next day James is the third cop murdered at the 31st.

James said a lot of things he shouldn’t at some of the worst

times imaginable, but he shouldn’t have to die from any of it; they

were just bad jokes, nothing to be killed over, but that’s the feeling

I got that day, everyone laughed at what he said that day, everyone except Franklin .

He gave James one of the ugliest looks I ever saw; then he let

out another one of those soft deadly farts of his, and my eyes

started burning like I’m eating an onion!

James is murdered that night, and everyone’s affected by it the

next day except Franklin ; he just sat tapping and stinking at roll call, he even had a smile on his face most of the shift.

Franklins behavior is really odd that day; he’s always on good

trims with everyone, Franklin and James were the first old-timers

to welcome me at the 31st; he wasn’t tapping and stinking then, he seemed to be a pretty good older white guy when we first met.

I was new on the job; hadn’t been there long enough to really know anyone before the killing started, but everyone looked up to

him; they would say things like “there goes my hero” or “four

stars” because he’s a war hero.

Everyone made sure you knew this about him, but what no one

said, and I doubt if any of them knew; is that Franklin changes.

It’s possible that no one ever saw him go through one of these

changes of his, but when he does the smell of him changed as well; that’s something you couldn’t help but notice if you got too close to him!

These thoughts were from a distant memory that forced there

way through all the drugs and into Eddy’s pain filled mind; they

insisted that he pay attention to every detail of what he already

knew about Franklin , his life depended on him being able to outthink the killer at this point or die.

Eddy felt like shit as the car pulled out of the E.R. area of the

hospital and into the flow of the evening traffic; out-thinking a

serial killer wasn’t his strong suit, he’s blind and full of pain

medicine; it’s totally up to Lil’Mann now.

His fate is in the hands of a 12 year old boy; he knew Lil’Mann

could handle the car alright despite his age; this is the only way to

leave the city immediately, anything short of that meant he could

kiss his black ass goodbye!

There’s no place to hide from the killer if he stayed here; they were going home, it’s about the safest place he knew of on earth.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 12

 

Going home for Eddy meant returning to a place in Nebraska called Omaha, there the family he’s part of lived; it wasn’t much of

a life, but it’s a nice enough small hometown city in the middle of

the country that’s a safe place to raise kid and grow old together.

Edward Raymond Mann is the 2nd of 3 children born to Edward

and Julie Mann, his sister Julie had won the race by 56 seconds (it wasn’t even a full minute), but she’s always been considered his big sister to their parents and everyone that knew them.

Life was safe and oh so easy back in the days; the young family

went from hell to living well, Edward got a job driving a city bus

and a year later they moved from the projects on the south side of

town to a 4 bed room house on the north side.

Once there; Julie felt a need for another child, and even though

it took years for her wish to come true it eventually happened;

Mandrel Ennis Mann came into the world, and for the next 10months everything’s all good in the world of Mann.

Fast Eddy Ray (as he’s known by his friends) was all so proud

to be a big brother; he would run home from school every day just

to see the look on his little brothers face as he burst into the front

yard always a few steps ahead of Julie.

Times were good but about to change in his young life though; one day as he ran home from school there’s an ambulance in front of their house, and that’s the last time he saw his little brother alive.

Everything changed in the world of Mann from that moment

on; his mother is so struck with grief over the loss of her baby that

she lost her mind, she blamed herself for his death even though the cause of death was never determined; to the best of any ones

knowledge Mandrel had just died in his sleep from no apparent

cause.

Things changed over night after that; the father did all he could

to keep the family together, but not long afterwards he too died

from what most said was just a broken heart.

Their Aunt Gail took in the two children of Mann; she’s the only

family the twins had left, and life went on as it always did forever.

The twins had that thing between them, and it seemed to help

them get over the loss of their parents; it seemed easier to most

because they were twins, a lot easier then a single child would

have because they still had each other and that thing between them all twins shared.

The twins were as different as night and day though; one wanted

nothing more then to stay where she is and set down roots, but the other wanted nothing more then to go as far away as he could.

Fast Eddy wanted more then Omaha had to offer; he’s into fast

cars and had a taste for a view of the open road, there‘s nothing

here for him.

Eddy just filled up his car one day and hit the road; didn’t care

where it ran to, had no plans to stay long.