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Copyright 2010 by Mark C. Mallory ISBN# 978-1-257-76689-5
THE CHRONICLE OF MANN BOOK 2
If I should die before I wake.
By MARK C. MALLORY
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Table of contents
Prelude…………………………………………………………….5
Chapter 1. Part 1.......................................................................…...6
Picture of Shana page …………………………………………....11
Act 1……………………………………………………………...12
Off the clock. 8/12/09 11:25 p.m. New York…………………...15
Chapter 2. 8/12/09 11:26 p.m. New York………………………16
Act 2……………………………………………………………..18
Chapter 3. 8/12/09 11:40 p.m. New York………………………20
Off the clock. 8/12/09 11:47 p.m. New York…………………...23
Picture of Krusty…………………………………………………24
Back in the days of the Nuthouse Network; the Sparky and Krusty
Show. Part 1……………………………………………………..25
Chapter 4. 8/12/0911:47 p.m. New York……………………….28
Chapter 5. 8/12/09 11:53 p.m. New York………………………31
Chapter 6. The flavor of Butter………………………………….33
Act 3…………………………………………………………….35
Picture of Sparky ………………………………………………..37
Part 2 continued, the Nuthouse network; Sparky goes to Hell…..38
Act 4……………………………………………………………...41
Chapter 7. 8/12/09 11:22 p.m. New York……………………….44
Chapter 8. 8/12/09 11:25 p.m. New York……………………….46
Picture of WildThing…………………………………………….48
Chapter 9. 8/13/09 5:43 a.m. New York………………………..49
Part 2 continued the Nuthouse Network; Back in the days……...51
Picture of Sal……………………………………………………..52
Part 2 continued the Nuthouse Network; Evolution……………..58
Picture of Lil’Mann……………………………………………...60
The flavor of butter continued; Back in the days………………..62
Act 5……………………………………………………………..64
Part 1 continued…………………………………………………65
Act 6…………………………………………………………….69
Chapter 10. 8/13/09 New York………………………………..72
Part 2 continued the Nuthouse network; Evolution Remix…….75
Picture of Lil’Mann, Ball’n in Hell…………………………….77
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Chapter 11. 8/13/09 5:00 p.m. New York……………………..78
Chapter 12. 8/13/09 5:04 p.m. New York……………………..81
Off the clock. 8/13/09 6:06 p.m. New York…………..………83
Act 7…………………………………………………………...84
Chapter 13. 8/13/09 6:28 p.m. New York……………………86
Off the clock. 8/13/09 6:37 p.m. New York…………………...87
Chapter 14. 8/13/07; 6:43 p.m. New York…………………….88
Act 8…………………………………………………………...90
Act 9…………………………………………………………...92
If I should die before I wake…………………………………..94
Picture of Lil’Mann as teen…………………………………..100
Evolution end…………………………………………………101
Chapter 15. 8/13/09 7:01 p.m. New York……………………102
On the clock 8/13/07; 7:37 p.m. New York…………………..103
If I should die before I wake. Part One continued…………….104
Part 1 continued; Omaha………………………………………109
Chapter 16. 8/13/09 New York……………………………….111
On the clock. 8/13/07 8:55 a.m. New York…………………..115
Chapter 17. 8/13/09…………………………………………...117
On the clock. 8/13/09 7:35 pm New York……………………119.
On the clock, 8/13/09 New York………………………………121`
On the clock, 8/13/09 New York………………………………124
Picture of Fuel………………………………………………….127
On the clock, 8/13/09 11:58 p.m. New York…………………..128
On the clock, 8/13/09 12:03 a.m. New York…………………..130
On the clock, 8/14/09 7:45 p.m. Omaha.??.................................133
Act 10…………………………………………………………..136
Picture of Mark…………………………………………………138
Act 11…………………………………………………………..139
On the clock, 8/14/09 12:44 p.m. Omaha……………………....142
On the clock, 8/15/09 New York….............................................144
On the clock, 8/15/09 New York……………………………….146
On the clock, 8/15/09 New York……………………………….147
On the clock, 8/15/09 12:57 p.m. Omaha………………………148
On the clock, 8/15/09 1:00 p.m. Omaha………………………..151
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On the clock, 8/15/09 8:16 p.m. Omaha………………………..154
On the clock, 8/15/09 8:44 p.m. Omaha. ………………………156
On the clock, 8/15/09 8:45 p.m. New York…………………. ..157
On the clock, 8/16/09 12:36 p.m. Native Omaha Day………….158
On the clock, 8/16/09 12:58 p.m. Native Omaha Day………….162
On the clock, 8/16/09 Omaha…………………………………..163
On the clock, 8/16/09 1:36 p.m. Omaha………………………..165
On the clock, 8/16/09 1:37 p.m. New York…………………….167
On the clock, 8/16/09 1:00 p.m. Native Omaha Day…………...169
Native Omaha Day……………………………………………...172
Off the clock……………………………………………………174
Epilogue………………………………………………………...175
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If I Should die before I wake.
Prelude
The twins had both originally agreed to avoid having any part in
the on going battle taking place all around them as they watched
from a safe distant.
Trouser was always the careful one of the two, didn’t want to
get involved, but Bigelow wanted nothing more then to run in
swinging.
Trouser said no to just about everything Bigelow wanted to do,
but when he saw Fuel enter the battle he was quick to fall in step
right behind her.
Trouser had a serious crush on the girl even though he never
really met her, no one else had either though, she wouldn’t let you;
Fuel’s a homeless child of the streets of Hell.
Nothing more is known about her, how she got here and who
she really is, is a total mystery to everyone.
Bigelow told him he needed to forget about a girl like that; said
she’d be nothing but a big problem in more ways then they could
imagine; but the heart wants what the heart wants, and his wanted
only her.
The two brothers were identical twins, but as different as day
and night.
Trouser was very shy and the reasonable one, Bigelow was the
type of guy that lets his little head do most of the thinking for him.
They went in swinging just like Bigelow wanted!
The twins fought their way to the side of the warrior girl and
the rest of the people that joined in the battle in Hell that day to
stop the gangs from getting any further out of control; the people
of Hell would not live in fear of them any longer.
Lead by the strange young man known as Lil’Mann, the people
stood their grounds that day; at some point they all went in
swinging, and fought like there’s no tomorrow in a place called
Hell.
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If I should die before I wake
Chapter.
Part 1
When the killing started back up there’s a very noticeable change
now; male victims are being brutally beaten and raped before
murdered, making it evident that it’s more then one man involved.
Now law enforcement agencies knew they had more then one
serial killer on their hands in New York City, but they’re still as
clueless as before to either of the killers’ identities.
It’s like nothing anyone has ever experienced before; it’s as if
two really sick in the head people got together for a killing contest.
One man had a clue though, and it’s about to cost him his life.
He was the lover of one of the male victims; they’d been
having a heated` disagreements about coming out of the closet for
quite some time before his murder; now it’s too late, they both
would be dead before anyone would know of their secret life
together.
Fernando felt that in this day and age of acceptance of the Gay
Rights Movement, they need not still live in fear of revealing their
true life style.
His lover felt otherwise though, he knew it would be a very big
mistake for him to go public regardless of the now popular trend to
do so; he said people don’t want Gays working openly on the
police force.
His fellow officer would feel betrayed and at risk to know that
one of the men they trusted their life with is living a lie right in
front of their faces.
They all knew Fernando’s Gay, and could care less about it,
he’s just a janitor working at the police station; Officer Earl James
Madison drove around in a patrol car fighting crime in the streets
of New York City.
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His partner of five years that worked beside him every one of those
days wouldn’t understand, nor much care for the secret life style of
the Gay policemen that exist all over the country.
It’s there; but most don’t know it, and most Gay policemen feel
its best that they leave it that way if they value their job, and in
some case their very life; some policemen won’t accept it no
matter how long they worked together without knowing the sexual
truth about the man next to them.
This was almost understandable to Fernando, but it’s the fake
ass way Earl acted about Gay’s that really pissed him off;
Fernando didn’t much mind that he acted like he wasn’t Gay in the
presence of his fellow Officers, but he even went so far as to tell
anti-Gay jokes as if he really wasn’t Gay himself; enough’s,
enough, Fernando told him it’s over if he couldn’t come clean
about his life style, and that was the last time Earl saw him alive.
What Fernando wanted was totally out of the question, Earl
wasn’t about to end his own career in such a fashion; that’s that,
but now that his life partner of the pass ten years is dead, it’s hard
not to see how his murder has affected him, and because of it he
went on a mission to find his killers.
Which is why he’s in the position he’s presently in; the final
moments of his life about to be taken from him in a very horrible
fashion.
It seemed like his quest to find Fernando’s killer had started
years ago, but it was actually just days ago that he learned of his
former lover’s involvement with another man he met at some Gay
pick-up joint on the east side; he followed that clue and it lead him
to a meeting with someone who’s to tell him more, but what he
found waiting for him is this; a chance to die as his lover had.
He’s still able to focus on what’s going on around him even
though he’s been savagely beaten and rapaciously raped for the
pass five hours; these events in and of themselves are shocking
enough on there own, but they faded from his mind as the one who
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told the big black monster of a man who beat and raped him that
he hadn’t the right to kill him, to stop what he’s doing and allow
his death to be preformed in a fashion that would make it clear to
see who’s responsible.
As the person that spoke removed themselves from the shadows
where they had watched all along, the final shock was not to be his
murder, so much as who’s doing it; he knew without a doubt that
the person about to take his life is none other then Franklin
Littleton, a fellow Officer believed to be dead!
Karla waved the giant off as she hiked up her dress and
straddled the cop’s chest before placing the stiletto in his left
nostril and forcing it upward into his brain; this was her signature
death stroke unknown to anyone other then certain members of law
enforcement who knew something of New York’s cop killing
serial killer.
Officer Madison’s shock at seeing Franklin back from the dead
and dressed, as a woman is more then his tortured mind could take.
It snapped like a dried-up branch on a dead tree.
He took one look at Franklin through the only eye he could still
see through, and broke out laughing hysterically.
He no longer had the strength left to even attempt to resist
what’s about to be done to him, but he made his last words before
moving on to meet his maker strike his final blow; “a fucking drag
queen is doing cops, what a joke!”
He’s about to die, but he just laid there laughing; thinking the
last moments of his life didn’t seem so horrible now, they were
actually pretty fucking hilarious!
Karla screamed in rage over what the dying cop said as he
laughed in her face like she’s some kind of joke.
“I’ll kill you twice, kill you twice;” she whispered as she placed
the hand holding the stiletto between her legs and humped Earl’s
head loudly against the floor so the sound it made blended in with
the grunts and moans that echoed throughout the basement of the
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old abandon warehouse like a sexual acts in progress instead of
what used to be a swift silent murder.
Fallon stood with his hands up to his mouth looking stupid in
shock; “what are you doing?”
He knew Karla’s becoming more unstable ever day, but this is
something brand new; he knew she had her own special signature
kill (all the nuts at Franklin’s nut farm had one) but this is
something altogether different, she seemed to be literally fucking
the cop in the head to death, and even though she tried to prevent
him from knowing how she preformed her signature kill, he knew
anyway; he knew it wasn’t like this!
Together they had already murdered three cops since Karla’s
arrival in his life six months ago; it’s the only way to get her to
bring out Angel so he could have the kind of sex he really liked,
Karla would give it up without a fight, in fact she couldn’t get
enough of him and usually came on to him just like a woman
would come on to her man, but that’s not how he really wanted it
to be; he wanted to fight first then have sex; she didn’t want any
part of that, so if he wanted Angel he had to give her what she
wanted, and that’s to kill a cop; let her kill a cop first, then Angel
could come out and play with him.
It didn’t fool him one bit; he knew very little about how real
women act, but he figured it wasn’t at all like this; he’s twisted
though, all caught up in her games, so he did what he thought any
real man would do; said no at first, then went for the okiey-doke.
At first Fallon didn’t want to take chances like that since he
was hiding her at his place and really wasn’t into tag-team serial
killing for sports, (especially killing cops), but what a fool in love
won’t do for love hadn’t been invented in his way of looking at
life; he’d do whatever had to be done to get to his hearts delight.
“The heart wants what the heart wants;” he’s sick with it,
almost as sick as the man he loved, but ever since Angel’s return to
his life he’s been rapidly catching up with him though; he knew it
too, but found he really didn’t care, (it was kind ‘a fun,) he even.
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found a way to enjoy himself as well in this whole cop serial
killing thing; he would beat and rape them before Karla killed
them.(True love always finds ways to make lovers happy.)
Karla really screwed this cop up literally Fallon thought as he
attempted to get her attention so they could leave; “we have to go,
he’s dead already, and if you don’t mind me saying; this doesn’t
really look like your old work, it looks like a copycat killing.”
Why’d he say that Karla thought as she started to regain her
composure; then realized she’s still lying on top of the dead cops
head, and just ‘a humping away!
You want some of this?
Because if you don’t you better watch what you say to me; I can
kill cops any way I want to, so what if I changed it up a little bit;
what’s wrong with a girl having a little fun with it?
Those were fighting words to Fallon; “I don’t take that kind of
shit from nobody, especially from no psychotic drag queen;”
having said this Fallon reacted before Karla had a chance to
respond, he was all over her like stink on shit; blows rained down
on Karla before she could regain her feet, but Angel rolled out of
reach and came up smiling.
Picking on defenseless girls now?
“No, but I’m about to kick your ass so hard yo’ mamma’s gone ‘a
feel it!”
After that it was on; the whole love hate magic thing of old, and
they fought right then and there; Fallon took his most vicious
beating ever, afterwards enjoying a little menag`e toi on top of the
dead cop in a truly sick fashion.
There was something vicious and sick hunting in the streets of
New York City; the law had no suspects, no leads, they were
clueless, but they always got news of these killings; someone was
spelling it out to them.
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Shana.
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Act 1.
You want ‘a play a game?
Shana would speak these words softly in Joe’s left ear just as
he’s about to fall asleep, and the Kingfish would answer; “which
one of these games you wanna play, and how long?”
She found a way to bring him out; in the moments just before
Joe would fall asleep Shana could say those words in Joe’s left ear
and the Kingfish slipped out before Joe could fall asleep, that way
not giving Mandrel a chance to wake up as himself the way he
normally did.
Mandrel would be lost in his mind just as anyone momentarily
lost in thought, but he could be this way for hours or days and it
only seemed like moments would pass to him because time was
meaningless to him, gone from his way of looking at life after the
age of 12; he could be this way for days, and stress only made it
worst, offering an opportunity for the Kingfish to steal the
moments.
Mandrel had knowledge of the Kingfish now, and his ability to
slip out on him, but what he wasn’t aware of is Malykai; he’s
really not what he thought he was when they met, back then he
couldn’t of been much more then ten, to him he was just a funny
talking old man that’s nice to him; Malykai was that, and much
more.
Born in the U.S.S.R. around 1910, he’s considered a protégée
of someone who’s considered genius.
Forced to flee Russia because of the believes of his parents, he
came to America and became the mouth peace of mobsters, or
anyone that did something wrong and could pay for his services,
he’s who you needed to make it go away; quite the successful
businessman in many ways, and a spy.
Malykai was sent to America as part of what his government
told him is in the best interest of his family, so at first he told
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himself he’s here to protect his family from harm, but since he held
no love for his mother country; he had information for sale, and he
held no love for his family either, so becoming a double agent
worked out very well for him, he cared nothing about anything
other then himself.
The trouble that lead to his demise was far from being work
related; his personal life killed him, Malykai was what is known
today as someone addicted to sex, and having lived this way all of
his life, it proved to be the death of him; that’s that, until he found
himself still alive, living on in the mind of someone else.
Amassing!
It was that, and then some, it’s what put too much pressure on a
structure that’s never been truly up to code; Malykai’s three second
short of being brilliant, he had lived with that, but this is just too
much though; he knew he died, but here he is, living inside this
black kid; that was just a little bit too much for the delicate
condition of his mind; it snapped, and he’d become quite mad.
It took nothing from the kind of person he had lived his 97
years as, he was still all of those things, but with no one aware that
he still existed; now if only he could find a way out of this child’s
mind and be in control of this fresh new body.
His presently declining mental condition was the direct result of
years uncounted in a state of mind that changes as constantly as
this young man’s face in a mirror as Mandrel changes from one
personality to another (while he existed trapped in the mind of a
child silently screaming in madness), and to make matters worst,
too much stress and he develops tresses syndrome.
Then one day he found a way out, or it found him.
Drell had unknowingly opened the door to a place in Mandrel’s
mind he had closed off; childhood fears and nightmares were
trapped away inside this place, (it wasn’t a room even though he
referred to it as such; it’s too big for that,) it’s a place frozen in
time where the last moments of who he was before Eddies life
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ended are in a continual animation, a place filled with unpleasant
things.
Whatever was the cause of him being institutionalized is
amongst the things trapped inside this place; that, the Kingfish, and
Malykai’s madness are all kept in there; they’d been taken to the
Restroom and flushed, but just wouldn’t go down.
Franklin’s never been in there, Mandrel thought about him
every day, and when he slept Franklin was in his dreams;
Franklin’s a big problem in his life, but one should always believe
they are bigger then his or her problems because your problems
can’t exist without you.
Something like Franklin needs killing; Malykai totally agreed
with Mandrel on that point in his life, he was as ruthless as they
come, personally responsible for five murders in his pervious
lifetime, Malykai wanted Franklin dead more then Drell, and if
he’s allowed out long enough murder would follow.
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Off the clock, 8/12/09 11: 25 p.m. New York
Mandrel knew he had some serious issues, things he needed to iron
out, or try to forget, but he never told anyone he was alright, that
he wasn’t really crazy, he really didn’t know, nor did he even care;
he felt he’s as capable as anyone at giving up a fair shake and a roll
in life, no spin off slick shit, just a fair shake and a roll.
Something was wrong with him though, but he wasn’t crazy; he
didn’t think so at any rate, and unless someone told you otherwise
you probably wouldn’t think he was any crazier then most folk’s
running around.
His personal struggles in life’s no more then that to him;
everyone has one, don’t label anyone’s but your own is how to
look at it, he found nothing crazy about the contents of his life, he
was a child victim of cruel circumstances, and became a man
without benefit of having the support of a loving family to help
him through it afterwards.
That didn’t make him crazy, nor does not understanding life;
Mandrel was finding his way after a cruel interruption made things
more difficult to understand. The clinical trim for what he suffered
from is “Posttraumatic stress disorder syndrome, with delusional
and paranoid schizophrenic tendency,” but “If a thing’s not broke
it doesn’t need fixing” whatever’s wrong with him is fixing itself.
Life around him now is enormously different then the one he’d
known for the pass seven years in the nut house. It takes time to
readjust when the only memory of this life you’re now back in
happened when you were 12 years old; a lot changed since then,
and kids don’t have very good memories at that age, no one wants
to remember their most hurtful bad experiences, his mind blocked
off most memories of that time in his life, it had to or those things
would have drove him crazy for real, he wasn’t really crazy, just a
‘wee bit complicated’ is how he saw it, and he figured that would
change once Franklin’s stopped.
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Chapter 2. 8/12/09 11:26 p.m. New York
Shirell acted like she didn’t notice the moment she saw the first
sign that the Kingfish was slipping out; he thought he could fool
everyone into thinking they were still dealing with Mandrel, but
the two were as different as night and day.
Mandrel is quiet and seems to always be looking inward;
Kingfish is too out going to conceal it, he wanted to be noticed as
the life of any party.
He fooled no one; ((but himself) all three women were instantly
aware of him the moment he’s out, but he thought he had them
fooled.
As Mandrel existed the house the two older women exchanged
glances just as Shana started singing to herself and flounced out of
the room headed in the direction of her bedroom; she thought she
had everyone fooled just as Kingfish did, but they figured her out
as well, they knew someone was helping the Kingfish, and they
also knew about the drugs.
Cocaine was found in her things and hid throughout the estate,
it wasn’t hard to figure out who was responsible, but Mandrel felt
it’s his fault Shana ever came in contact with the Kingfish.
Shirell and Mariko told him it’s otherwise, but it didn’t change
the facts; none of them would be involved in any of this if not for
him, Shana wasn’t on drugs before all of this, it was the byproduct
of his life.
He had no way of knowing what would become of his life
when he allowed his other personalities to share his new start back
in a world he last knew at the age of 12; they were all older and
more knowledgeable and knew more about life then him, he only
knew he didn’t want to return to a life in the nuthouse.
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No one held it against him, of the three women that even knew,
none of them felt anything other then love for him and that being
around each other like this should change; it just happened like
this.
No one seemed to have any complaints before they found it this
way, they were all happy and very much in love with the man they
knew him as; they could go back to the way it was and think
nothing of it.
Mandrel wasn’t so sure he could though, what had happened
was unfortunate, but this Kingfish shit’s something totally
different, that’s the kind of thing with a lifetime ticket to the funny
farm attached to it.
He knew dealing with Kingfish is more important to him
personally then dealing with Franklin; he was no hero or looking
for glory, Franklin would have to wait.
For all he knew Franklin didn’t have a clue he still existed, but
he wasn’t betting on it because it could very well be the end to a
very short gambling career, and the last bad bet he ever made.
Still, he couldn’t ignore his more immediate problem, which is
the Kingfish; the new order of business is to stop the Kingfish.
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Act 2.
Shana found a way to let the things that wouldn’t go down out of
the Restroom; no one else is aware of this, not Joe, nor Mandrel, or
even the Kingfish.
She had become a pawn in an old spy’s game and was no match
in a game of wits against the great Malykai, one of the best double
agent the world had ever known.
At least that’s how he saw it, but he knew he had died, and yet
here he is still alive and in a younger body of a black boy he once
knew, it was at that point when he lost his mind; he’s now a very
dangerous wise old madman in a new body, one that’s now driven
by his sex addiction; the one thing that killed him in the first place.
He’d accumulated a vast fortune before he died, a lot of which
is still at his disposable; he was well connected in government and
with the mob; but no one knew he was still alive.
Malykai’s a mess, he’s like a little kid who got locked in the
candy store over the weekend; here he is with a new start on life
with the knowledge of a long previous life as a self made
millionaire, a man of great wealth and power, a businessman and a
mouthpiece for the mob or anyone rich enough to afford his
services, he was a international playboy with a sex addiction, and a
spy, not just for one country, he was a double agent that played one
government against the other; the devil that died and was born
again!
He’s still all of those things, and quite crazy now; he needed
serious help, and possibly some real strong medication, but he’s
unaware of his needs for either; all he’s really aware of is his
desire to be out of the head of the young man he had once
befriended when he was a boy around the age of 10, Malykai
wanted total control over his chance at a new life.
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That’s only a small part of his problem though, the biggest part
being Shana had to call him out under certain circumstances he
knew nothing about; yet, but everything was happening so fast that
there’s not been time to figure anything out, only one thing’s clear
to him at this point, “Shana shows signs of someone loosing
control of their mind;” he’s still as smart as he ever was, the
madness hadn’t really changed any of that about him.
Controlling her would be very difficult, but not impossible,
trusting her is something altogether different though; she could not
be trusted at all, he unlike the Kingfish knew this, which is how
he’s now more in control of Shana then the Kingfish had ever
been, but his control over her is really no better then the other’s;
Shana had her own ideas.
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Chapter 3. 8/12/09 11:40 p.m. New York
Kingfish is in a lot of pain by the time he finally registered a hit
and sent the brown poison on its journey of mercy.
Usually he would wait until he was safely in the privacy of a
room or hit up joint, but there wasn’t time for that right now
though; his pet was real hungry, it wanted to eat, he needed to feed
his pet, or it would painfully eat him alive; the indoor garage
where he placed the car away from the area he went to cop his
drugs would have to do, the pain of his addiction is now much
worst then it’s ever been before.
His plan had failed him, Mandrel seemed to be no more
effected by his drug use now then when he first started trying to
get him hooked; he on the other hand hadn’t been so fortunate.
The heroin addiction sickness followed him back inside of
Mandrel’s mind where he really existed; there he would feel the
hunger and pain from it, very little if any of it was actually
transferred to Mandrel’s existences as he thought it would.
Nothing seemed to be working right like he thought it would;
except the drugs, they did their job real good, but it mostly only
affecting him and Shana, they had become the real victims of his
failed plan.
What he put in motion’s not so easily stopped, he had no idea of
Malykai’s involvement with Shana, or the fact that she could slip
him out while he was stealing the moment himself.
Shana told him nothing about this; he thought he had her all
figured out, but he really knew nothing about the women of today,
his personal knowledge of women was terribly outdated.
He was in a state of confusion from the mere fact that he’s even
able to exist in the mind of his unwanted child who is now a grown
man, it seemed like only yesterday that he discovered Daria was
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even pregnant; how it had jumped from that to this is totally
beyond his ability to understand.
It didn’t much matter how little he understood about it all
though, what he did understand is his hatred of it being done; she
had broken one of his most important rules which he made very
clear to all his hoe’s, ‘no baby’s’!
The only way to explain any of it is to realize evil never dies; it
lives on as powerful as any force of nature, no rules of logic or
reasoning need to apply, it is what it is and fuels itself.
If there’s some kind of reason or logic why things happen the
way they do its most likely that it’s based on the same set of
principles as night following day; good follows evil, so to know
what good is evil must exist.
Something’s never change and the Kingfish never had a need
for doing much thinking that required logic or reasoning, he was
always strictly about pure desire; what he desired is all he had ever
been about, he wasn’t about to change that regardless of the fact
that he awoke one day inside the mind of the child he thought he
never had, where was his real body at; not that he didn’t like this
one, but he knew it wasn’t his and he wanted control over it.
The plan had failed, he’s no closer to having control over
Mandrel then he was before the drug addiction, Shana has a drug
addiction too now, and trying to keep that off the radar was making
thing’s all the more complicated, she’s a spoiled brat with a lot of
money that came too fast in her young life, she earned it, and is
likely to make much more before she turns 23; plus her and Joe
already had plans in progress for their up coming marriage just
months away.
Kingfish couldn’t put her in check like he wanted too; back in
the days he would have whipped her ass real good and she’d gladly
do as he said, but it was totally out of the question in this situation;
Shana wasn’t some no account street hoe he could get away with
slapping around, he needed more time to figure things out, and
more drugs as well; he felt at his best while high.
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Here and now the heroin addiction’s the most important thing in
his existence, and once he is free of the confinement of his son’s
mind it had him in it’s painful grip, and the only thing he desired is
to make the pain go away; afterwards he’s in a state of mind that
allowed very little ability to think clearly, but that’s when he thinks
he’s at his best to do so; the drug makes him feel powerful and
cunning even though he’s really neither under the circumstances,
he was deep in a drug induced stupor nodding in a car parked
inside of a parking garage; totally unaware of his surroundings,
which is why he nearly pissed his pants when the tapping on the
window started.
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Off the clock. 8/12/09 11:45 p.m. New York
Mandrel sat lost in thought, he thinks he’s still in the safety of
Joe’s compound; nothing could be farther from the true though,
he’s a prisoner in his mind and totally unaware of his bodies
present course of action, or who‘s in the driver seat at the time.
He wasn’t in a thoughtless daze though; his focus is on Franklin
and what he knew about him so far, his army history was an
important starting point of interest that gave him his first clue to
where to start the search to find him, Wolfgang had hack his way
into sealed government army files.
What Mandrel found out about Franklin made him feel like
he’d bitten off more then he could chew; the man was a cold
blooded killer from his teenage years right up to the present, now a
man in his 40’s; Franklin has killed more people in the pass 20 odd
years then any four serial killers combined in the same period of
time throughout the state of New York.
This is some scary shit in and of itself, but wait there’s more;
he’s no longer acting alone, which was the case at first, he’d faked
his own death and joined up with some one just as sick as himself;
that some one is still a mystery to Mandrel at this point, which
made them all the more dangerous.
He knew he needed help, someone to watch his back, and there
was only one such person he could turn to; Sparky.
His old nut house day’s friend is his only hope for protection
from this unknown person; Sparky is now the Don of all the New
York crime families, but back in the day’s he was the leader of
what they called the Nut house network.
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Krusty.
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If I should die before I wake
Back in the days of the Nuthouse network, the Sparky and Krusty
show. Part 1
Just about everyone that knew her thought she’s a deaf mute,
but Drell could see through things like that, and she told Sparky
that she wasn’t, other then that though the rest of the world didn’t
have a clue; nor was there much reason to care, Krusty’s just
another homeless bum.
Most of her life has been spent in institutions; Sparky got her
beat though by about three years, and both are a few years older in
age then Drell, but their friendship’s a thing of beauty in a place
that never had any before.
It wasn’t as if the people in the institution are mean or uncaring
to the unfortunate children who happened to end up in such a
place, it’s just a job though; they could leave to return to a loving
family if they had one, most of the children here never really had
one, and unless they escaped they’re not allowed to leave.
The three friends wanted nothing more though; they spent
every wakeful moment planning their next escape.
They developed a network that aided them and many others to
not just escape, but too exist outside in the real world.
Krusty could not be detained, she’s always able to gain the
trust and support of so many people in and out of any mental
institution because she’s legendary at finding missing children; it’s
by her own choice that she’s homeless, many people welcomed her
into their homes.
Sparky’s also legendary at finding missing kids too, but totally
opposite, he needed to be detained, and he’s not much liked by
anyone except Krusty, Lisa, and Drell; left on his own for too long
would often result in a fire, not always a big one, but one
nonetheless, fire fascinated him, and he’s not some homeless child
like Krusty and Drell, he’s from a very wealthy and powerful
crime family.
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Sparky’s truly crazy, or so it seemed, he was institutionalized for
setting fire to his families holdings more then anything else
though, other then that most of his fires were usually started in
waste containers or small cans.
He had experienced the death by fire of a childhood friend and
their whole family at a very early age, and later learned of his
family’s involvement, it was nothing personal, but it left a scar that
couldn’t heal afterwards for a young boy that lost his best friends,
actually the boy and his family weren’t even meant to be a part of
it; it was just business as usual, (a little insurance fraud,) another
day in the life of one of New York’s most powerful crime family.
It was not to be talked about, it’s unfortunate their deaths
happened, but its family business, (its just dirty laundry) what
happens in the family stays in the family; that’s that, it wasn’t
talked about no matter how much Sparky asked about it
afterwards.
Sparky didn’t much care for his family’s behavior or business
practices, once it was known that he’s almost considered Gay by
certain family members it was a strike against him from the
moment it was known; most of the male half of the family treated
him with disrespect, but he’s blessed with his mother’s love, she’s
the true head of this family that’s part of one of the most powerful
crime family in New York City.
She is the sister of Don Bruno (Pretty Boy) Fountain, and a
very feared and respected woman in the crime families, it would be
her that people asked for favors from in the family, not the Don,
and she could bless you or destroy you, which is why no one dared
to be to openly disrespectful to Sparky.
No one paid him any attention whatsoever, which is why he
was overlooked when most of Don Fountain’s crime family was
killed and set on the run when a takeover by the other crime
families in the New York area was put in motion, he was totally
forgotten as he sat in the nut-house while his family was brutally
murdered or ran back to the old country.
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Once the news of the hit on his family reached him Sparky knew
he had to escape from the nut-house and rejoin what was left of his
family in the old country or run the risk of being hunted down and
murdered along with the rest of his family here in the United
States.
He easily escaped from the nut house, but he wasn’t running
anywhere; he stayed and fought the other crime families, avenging
his family and pulling off one of the biggest massacres in the
history of organized crime.
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Chapter 4. 8/12/09 11:47 p.m. New York
The homeless woman stood in shock as she watched the only man
she ever loved walk past her as if she wasn’t even there, never
mind the fact that he hadn’t even recognized her; he nearly ran her
over like she didn’t exist in the same space and time as him at the
moment.
Drell?
Something’s not right.
She knew Mandrel would never do what Lisa said had
happened, but it was true what Lisa told her about seeing Mandrel
doing smack; (she said it was him, but it was almost like it wasn’t
him too!) they had followed him the next time a net-worker spotted
him; after Lisa told her she had to come see for herself.
Lil’Mann?
Krusty was stunned, and then she remembered Sparky once said he
knew something about Drell that no one else knew.
He never actually told her what it was because she didn’t take
most of what Sparky said seriously, (nobody did) he was one of
her oldest and closest friends, but he was always full of a bunch a
shit; when he mentioned it she told him she could care less.
Knowing when to take him serious was never easy; Lisa never
did, said “it’s best to look at it like that” but I knew him better, and
Drell had that thing, something about always being able to see the
truth in people, he would always point it out to us when others
tried to lie about anything to us. We knew him as Mandrel,
Lil’Mann, and Drell, but when he first woke up from that comma
he was Drell, most don’t know that Mandrel didn’t come till later;
years later, Lil’Mann was next, Mandrel was who he became
afterwards. None of them are anything like the man they watched
hitting up in the parking garage; this man couldn’t see the truth if it
was a wall about to fall on him; Krusty stood silently in the
shadows not really knowing what to do. She loved the man she
was spying on even though she knew he was no longer the tender
young boy she fell in love with in another life.
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Things could be different now, a lot of things had changed since
those days back at the farm; what mattered most hadn’t though, she
still loved him no less. Mandrel? The heart wants what the heart
wants! He loved her too in his own way, it was noting like what
she felt for him though, it’s just not that kind of love; he had once
told her he’s unworthy of what she felt for him because he’s not
able to return it. She knew the truth in what he’s telling her is there
and not likely to ever change; he couldn’t lie, that thing he has
worked on him like that as well, he never lied, couldn’t even if he
wanted to, but that never stopped what she felt; the heart wants
what the heart wants, she wouldn’t deny it what it wants twice.
Before she realized it she’s tapping on the window of the parked
car, stopping the nod dead in its tracks; Kingfish’s head jerked up
and around like a puppet on a string, cold fury stared into Krusty’s
eyes, and then she had a moment to think; Ah-oh, I’m in big
trouble now! He looked her up and down like someone considering
buying a slave, but not really interested in this one, (the heart
wants what the heart wants!) Krusty knew it wasn’t the tender
young boy she fell in love with, (the heart wants what it wants,)
I’m here to help a friend she tried to tell herself; but in the end she
found herself only helping herself; (it wants what it wants)
Yeah, what-da-ya-want?
Drell It’s me, Krusty!
My names not Drell and I don’t know no Krusty; now go on get
out ‘a here!
Krusty wasn’t trying to hear none of that though, (the heart
wants what the heart wants) Lisa was in total shock; she knew
nothing of Krusty’s ability to talk or hear, Krusty could make
sounds and read lips, but this was totally different; she took a hold
of her and tried to pull her away, but Krusty was having none of
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that anymore then she was trying to hear what the man was saying
(it wants what it wants) she pushed Lisa away and said “they got
cameras in here and I just wanted to warn you” she pointed at one
and hurried off with Lisa in a stunned and reluctant run to keep up.
What the hell was that, since when did you start hearing and
talking?
Not now Lisa, we got to keep moving before the rent-a-cops get
here; I had no choice but to warn him, you know what security will
do if they catch him hitting-up in here; he really doesn’t know who
I am and there wasn’t time for anything else, I’ll tell you all about
it later, but right now we got to go!
They hadn’t gotten far before a car roared up behind them and a
door was opened so quickly that the two women ran into each
other and almost fell into the front seat of the car as the man they
just left behind told them to get in.
Security was coming on fast, but before they could stop them
Kingfish sped out of the garage into the night.
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Chapter 5. 8/13/09 11:53 p.m. New York
Kingfish watched from the corner of his eye as Krusty positioned
herself so the stick shift’s between her legs like she wanted to
make love to it as he drove.
Lisa looked on in total shock from Krusty’s sudden change in
behavior; she never knew her to open her legs like that to no man,
there was that time with Drell when they were much younger, but
that was it; Krusty’s been with her ever since, they were life
partners from way back when the term wasn’t even used.
They both still liked men, but they were victims of too many
sex crimes for them to feel comfortable in one’s presence very
long.
Lisa caught her attention and sign languished “I thought you
were a deaf mute?”
“We’ll talk about it later” Krusty signaled back and then said
aloud; lets just enjoy the ride this nice man’s giving us; what did
you say your name is again?
I didn’t say, but you can call me Kingfish; I’m not anything
nice either, I’m a pimp; you all not looking for one are you?
No; you can let us off here, and
Shut-up Lisa, I’ll handle this like I handle everything else.
It was the truth too, Krusty was how she got out of the nut-house
and is able to stay on the streets, she’s her only true fiend besides
Sparky, and Drell; Sparky’s moved on to bigger and better things
in life now, he’s a big time crime boss now, a Don or something;
she really didn’t know that much about him anymore, just that he’s
a “made man” now, and far, far away from their old nut-house
days.
Drell’s right here with her though, but not acting like any Drell
she knew, he doesn’t even acknowledge the name or either of
them; which is real odd because there was a time when the two
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Girl’s and Sparky were the closest thing he knew as a family after
Eddy’s murder.
They brought him back to the land of the living, every day
Sparky or one if not both of the two girls spent time talking to him
while he was comatose, the girls spent the most time doing this,
but Sparky was the one present when he woke up, the others came
running because they all wanted to see and talk with him the
moment he awoke, not after the doctors learn of it; that could turn
into not at all, they were the one’s there for him from day one, he
should know who his friends are in a place like this.
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Chapter 6. The flavor of Butter.
When the flight had been delayed he knew he would most likely
find nothing but trouble to get into, it wasn’t as if he meant to
make it this way, it just happened when he had too much time on
his hands at airports.
He’s a very handsome man at any age, and at 46 he barely
looked like a man in his early 30’s; women wouldn’t leave him
alone, nor would some men for that matter.
There were more then four such men of similar style and
interest all caught up in this delay right along with him; staying out
of trouble was never easy, cute is as cute does.
F.B.I Special Agent Mathew P Duckbutter is Gay, but it’s not
something known to many because it’s not in his best interest in
the line of work he so loves doing; “catching bad guys and making
them pay.”
It’s a part of his personal private sex life, he doesn’t make it the
general populations concern, it’s not that big a deal to him, “you
like what you like in life” that’s how his mother put it, and that’s
good enough for him, what you like shouldn’t make you what you
are, and to allow yourself to be judged by others because of what
you like is just plain stupid to him.
Mostly all sexual behavior is hidden from the public’s view,
why should being Gay be any different, it’s what you like to do
with someone who’s an intimate part of your life, it shouldn’t be
something you share with the whole world.
He didn’t think such a thing is necessary just like most
heterosexual people don’t make what they like to do in bed a
public affair, sex isn’t a part of life you force everyone to be aware
of with you, and no sexual act should get any special rights or
value; he felt it stupid that anyone would think differently about a
thing like that.
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He wanted to be remembered for the job he did in life; his sex life
wasn’t going to be a factor if he didn’t let it, and it shouldn’t be
like anything should change to make it more acceptable in life, that
part of his life was very personal and should stay that way in
everyone’s life as far as he was concerned.
His job is the most important thing in his life, and what he did
in the privacy of his bedroom and with who was not an issue or of
any concern to the F.B.I.; he’s the best profiler in the Bureau, and
it made no fuss about what he did in his spare time; it really didn’t
care, he carried himself like any heterosexual man on or off the job
as far as the public was concerned, what he did in his personal life
is of no concern to anyone other then who he’s involved with; they
played by the rules, it wasn’t about coming out of the closet or not;
these kind of people never read into that, it was about, “you do
what you do” and it’s nobodies business but yours and whoever
else is involved, real men don’t put their personal sexual lifestyle
out in front of them like it should mean something to everyone;
they aren’t Men trying to act like Women in any way, “the heart
wants what the heart wants,” what you want doesn’t make you
what you are. Duck did his job; he was smooth as butter when it
came to that, and that’s all he cared to be remembered for, what he
did in bed wasn’t ever a part of that, real men don’t make that a
part of that, He gave life what it got, wasn’t much second guessing
what it’d bring; he gave it back that, nothing more or less; giving
up his sexual identity had no value to him other then who he
shared it with, his world was much more then that.
That being said didn’t change the facts though; he was in big
trouble at the moment, Butter and delays in airports always meant
just that; (one of the four was closing in) then his flight was being
called.
Matt meant well, and did as much most of the time, he really
couldn’t help but be what he is in life, (cute is as cute does) but
that wasn’t to be all he was about, his life was deeper then that, as
is he; what he did in life would always be more important then
what he liked.
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Act 3
~Baby I’m about to give you all the keys and security codes,
but first you got ‘a’ let me know you playing a serious role.~
Joe knew what he wanted, but he wasn’t getting it; Shana’s
about to have his child, still what they once shared is growing
further apart; he felt betrayed, she’s on drugs now, which mostly
likely wouldn’t have happened if not for this shit about Franklin.
Cold and unreasonable rage sent waves of hated into his every
moment, he wasn’t feeling this thing about killing Franklin at first,
but now he took it personal, he had plans of his own; Mandrel may
not approve of his course of action, but it didn’t matter, Joe had a
mind of his own, he didn’t get this far being disrespected, he
earned the right to be here; all this is mine’s, he put it in this life,
and he had no intention of just watching Mandrel mess it up by
getting himself killed.
The body belonged to Mandrel, but this is his life too, he may
not have total control of it, but it was better then not having a life
like this at all; imagine just existing almost like no more then a
thought in someone’s head, you’re not just a idea they had but a
actual person that had a life of their own and one day woke up to
find yourself trapped inside the head of someone you once knew
very briefly.
Maybe the person he once was is still living the life he once
knew; that guy’s still probably just dreaming about trying to
become a rapper, he really wasn’t doing so well, that guy no one
knows about in the industry, that guy’s nothing like this!
Joe knew it really wasn’t “that guy” that made it this far; he’s
the Joe that woke up one day in this kids head, but he figures the
real Joe that‘s the original author of this personality is still out
there somewhere living his life still dreaming of becoming what
he’s become in someone else
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This Joe wanted this life, not the one he once knew; this life was
much better even if it meant sharing it in this fashion, he could live
with it being like this.
He didn’t want to go back to the life he once had.
There he’s just an almost over the hill middle age guy with
more “Dream” then skills and talen