Now when Felina and the old, tired, horse could go no further she brought the poor creature, it's heart pounding back to the stables. Felina was drenched in a cold, bone chilling sweat just as the animal. Felina removed the saddle and tack, then dried the horse's gleaming wet coat off with a small towel. She made sure to brush out it's long flowing white mane and tail. Next she covered the noble, gentle creature with a woolen horse blanket. She mucked out the stable for Iguazu bringing him fresh water, even though a stable boy would be there in the morning, Felina wanted to do her last bit of service to her family and the animals before she was no longer bound to the Earth.
She felt quite ill, her thighs aching with the strenuous ride, a deep red flush to her face and fevered brow. Wiping the sweat off her cheek, she went over to the small refrigerator next to the tack room; where she brought out a handful of peppermint candies for the horses she loved. Felina went over to the stalls giving each horse a treat as she petted their faces saying goodbye to each valued member of her animal family. It was with a great heaviness in her heart that she bid each beautiful creature adieu. She stopped, picking up the massive black cat that lived in the stable, their well honored 'mouser'; which purred with delight as she did so. Felina stroked the soft silken fur as she lovingly nuzzled the old cat to her chest and with a tear she set the happy cat back on a bale of hay. Felina walked to the big doors and turned around and said "Good bye, for now, my dear, faithful friends, until I see you all in Heaven again." with this she shut off the light and closed the door. Walking up the path that led to the great house in which she would no longer be living Felina gathered her courage, wiping the tears from her eyes.
The air was frigid now and the sky had grown very dark. The wind blew harder against her face and her sweat drenched body as she struggled to keep one foot in front of the other, so great was the pain in her thighs and calves. Felina had no concept of time, she could have been out riding for an hour, or ten, she could not say. The house was dark now as she approached, the scent in the air of wet wood, dew and dead leaves. A deep icy chill ran through her veins, her blood like frozen water as she made it up the stairs to the terrace. Felina stood in front of the french doors and as she reached out resting her hand on the door knob, she paused before going in, thinking of the countless times she had done so, coming into the house in a happy mood, or slamming the door behind her in a rage. On one occasion she had become so angered by Serena, Felina had slammed the door so hard shattering nearly every pane of glass, much to her father's disgrace. Now she turned the knob for the last time entering the grand, well appointed mansion she had known all her life, where she learned to crawl and walk upon the marble floors, her newly found voice echoing off the walls and down the long corridors.
Felina stood inside the doorway for a moment, then she closed the door gently behind her, locking it. Here she tried to work out in her head the best course of action to take on this her last evening alive. She stood there drenched in her riding clothes smelling of sweat and horse manure. Felina went up the grand staircase, but not to her room, no, she went instead to the east wing of the house; where her brother Xation's master suite was located. Now this room had been locked shortly after his funeral and it was left exactly the way it was when he had left, to fly back to Dallas, never to return again. Felina had hid the key behind a painting in the long hall that led to the large room. She had come on a few nights when she could find no rest and would come and curl up in the massive four poster bed; the sheets still smelling of Xation's cologne. Felina entered the quiet room where all was still, the scent of dead, dried roses permeating the air. Felina walked softly her boot heels echoing off the tile floor as she passed the fireplace; the mantle of which was covered with pictures of her handsome brother, and candles which had long since burned down. It was a sad abandoned altar but three years had passed and the sadness that existed in this room was like a burdensome spirit of despair, the weight of which had become a burden to extreme to bare. It was in this dark hour Felina went into the marble and gilt-mirrored bathroom where she stripped off each piece of her wet clothing one by one, tossing her garments on the bench by the glass shower. She gazed at her tan naked skin and the smooth curves of her lean muscular body, and she was pleased, if only her heart and mind could have been as sweet and pleasing to the world, perhaps she would not be taking her life tonight. But nothing is fair in love and life so her thoughts turned to the knife. Her morbid souvenir from the night of the attack. Charles had tossed the knife aside as he had finished the long deep, clean cut in her rapist's throat, the blood stained weapon had slid underneath the prep table. Felina had found it a month or so later and had wrapped it up in a bar towel and hid it in a drawer for many years. So she thought of this knife tonight, believing it only fitting that she use the very same weapon to slit her wrist, and give up her life. Felina wanted to suffer and from this sharp instrument of death is where she wished to receive the pain.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
WHERE THERE'S TROUBLE Chapter 6 continues
Felina had been out riding for about twenty minutes passing through the dark, leafless trees, so dark in the wet wood, like black skeletal hands reaching up to the sky with their bare branches. It was nearing dusk under a grey sky as a bitter, chilling, wind blew hard along the pampas; which was as vast and wide as the hole in her heart. Now Felina thought of herself on this, her last ride on her family's estate. She knew she was well educated, articulate, charming and elegant but she also realized, in her 47 years of living, she had never developed the aptitude for graciousness, understanding, patience, or love. For though she desired greatly to love and be loved, she never actually had the capacity, in her cruel, little, bitter heart, to do so. For loving is an art and she lacked any talent for it.
Felina had been the first child to come into this world of her family. It was she who was treated like a tiny queen, given the best of everything, with a sparkle in her dark eyes as if to say 'I am above doing all wrong and cannot be blamed for my actions.' Adored by her parents and the staff, until a usurper came to steal her crown, in the form of her little brother Xation. Now she loved that boy with all her heart, and he was the only person in her life that she had ever truly loved; in such a way she would have gladly taken his place when Charles came to bring an end to Xation's life that terrible Spring day. But such was not the case, for she was taught that the Lord is a jealous God and his children should have no other god before him. So, she was a jealous sister and she would not have her brother love any woman above her. Now Xation did love and care for Felina with a loving, gracious and patient heart and when he was a little boy he would tell her. "You are my dearest sister and I have been sent by our Heavenly Father to make sure no harm shall come your way."
Felina would laugh at this always as he was her tiny protector. She had taught him to ride when he was around seven and when she was around ten. He had taken to the saddle and was a fine rider. Now as she rode down to the old polo grounds, now long covered with thick weeds. Her family had let the field go to seed after Xation's murder. No longer would there be the games, and friends, and food, and fine champagne toasts to the victors. Felina dismounted here sitting herself down on the old rotting wooden bleachers as Iguazu grazed on the dead dried plants. Felina took in a deep cold breath as she relived in her mind the various scenes from summers past of fun and admires that flattered her at every turn, the young lovelies come to enchant and charm her handsome teenage brother. Many thoughts raced through her mind as she sat there. Then Felina recalled a poem she would tell her brother when they were young and bored on a rainy day "With you my child I wish to play. I'll give you gifts if you will stay. I'll pick you flowers and presents bring and dress you like a noble king." here Felina began to cry as bitter tears of pain, loss and remorse welled up in her black eyes. She was angry and sad, filled with such a violent rage, but she was now bound and determined to direct all the hostility she felt towards herself. She raised her voice cursing at the sky, her horse becoming nervous as she cried out like a wounded animal. Felina sprang up, climbing up into the saddle, she kicked sharply, digging into Iguazu's ribs with the heels of her riding boots as she brought the old horse to a full gallop, flying along the ground at a quickening speed, the wind in her hair and death in her heart as the sky grew dark and the cold winds howled.
Felina had been the first child to come into this world of her family. It was she who was treated like a tiny queen, given the best of everything, with a sparkle in her dark eyes as if to say 'I am above doing all wrong and cannot be blamed for my actions.' Adored by her parents and the staff, until a usurper came to steal her crown, in the form of her little brother Xation. Now she loved that boy with all her heart, and he was the only person in her life that she had ever truly loved; in such a way she would have gladly taken his place when Charles came to bring an end to Xation's life that terrible Spring day. But such was not the case, for she was taught that the Lord is a jealous God and his children should have no other god before him. So, she was a jealous sister and she would not have her brother love any woman above her. Now Xation did love and care for Felina with a loving, gracious and patient heart and when he was a little boy he would tell her. "You are my dearest sister and I have been sent by our Heavenly Father to make sure no harm shall come your way."
Felina would laugh at this always as he was her tiny protector. She had taught him to ride when he was around seven and when she was around ten. He had taken to the saddle and was a fine rider. Now as she rode down to the old polo grounds, now long covered with thick weeds. Her family had let the field go to seed after Xation's murder. No longer would there be the games, and friends, and food, and fine champagne toasts to the victors. Felina dismounted here sitting herself down on the old rotting wooden bleachers as Iguazu grazed on the dead dried plants. Felina took in a deep cold breath as she relived in her mind the various scenes from summers past of fun and admires that flattered her at every turn, the young lovelies come to enchant and charm her handsome teenage brother. Many thoughts raced through her mind as she sat there. Then Felina recalled a poem she would tell her brother when they were young and bored on a rainy day "With you my child I wish to play. I'll give you gifts if you will stay. I'll pick you flowers and presents bring and dress you like a noble king." here Felina began to cry as bitter tears of pain, loss and remorse welled up in her black eyes. She was angry and sad, filled with such a violent rage, but she was now bound and determined to direct all the hostility she felt towards herself. She raised her voice cursing at the sky, her horse becoming nervous as she cried out like a wounded animal. Felina sprang up, climbing up into the saddle, she kicked sharply, digging into Iguazu's ribs with the heels of her riding boots as she brought the old horse to a full gallop, flying along the ground at a quickening speed, the wind in her hair and death in her heart as the sky grew dark and the cold winds howled.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
WHERE THERE'S TROUBLE Chapter 6
It was a bitter cold evening on an early August winter day at the horse ranch north of Buenos Aires. Felina and her sister Serena sat in two matching leather wing back chairs; which were pulled up close to a roaring fireplace. Their parents sat side by side on a large leather sofa, a chenille throw covering their cold laps. No one spoke, the only sounds coming from the crackling of the wood as it burned brightly and the tick, tick, tick of the mantle clock. The news had come a few days ago and they were all beside themselves with grief. Aphina's chef had prepared a sumptuous meal, but it only grew cold on the dining table and was now being cleared away. Felina watched the young maid carry the dishes away and she wondered if she would ever have an appetite for food again.
Felina sat there her hand under her chin as she was deep in thought, her black eyes vacant, her heart filled with great sadness as the crushing weight of guilt forced her into a deep depression. She knew it was she who was to blame for this tragedy, in more ways than one, and her family knew this as well; which made it very difficult for them speak to her. If she were not such a vengeful woman maybe Hays and Bengiman would be here tonight and they would have sat and supped with the family, as they had done thousands of times. Felina looked over into the dining room remembering days gone by of New Years feasts, Christmastime tidings of blessed joy, good cheer and fond memories. Felina could hear their laughter through her tears. But her lust for revenge exceeded all reason and now her two dear friends were gone forever more; and that woman, Melissa Christian, had made it out alive.
Felina sighed shaking her head as she glanced over at her brokenhearted sister, who had lost Hays, the only man she ever loved, besides her brother Xation. And Felina thought of what Xation would say to her for this disastrous turn of affairs, but he was long dead, shot in the head by his 'friend' Charles. Then her tortured mind turned to thoughts of Charles. How it came to pass that she herself had brought that spider into her family's web. It was she. Everything that led up to today started that hot night when she had neglected to lock the door to her cafe. That man had come upon her, raping her, choking her. And then Charles was there to rescue her from such danger. She remembered clearly seeing him grab the knife and pull back the head of her attacker. She could still see and smell the blood pouring out from the deep long gash. Felina had been saved that day, but with all the trouble and trail of dead bodies, perhaps they would all still be alive if she had died that day, but that was not the case. If she had just remembered to lock the door, an action that would have taken but a second, everyone would still be alive
Felina became restless so she stood up and announced she was going for a ride before the sun set. She wanted to take one last ride around the property on her beloved Iguazu, a huge white stallion that was once her brother Xation's pride and joy. She had been lost without her brother and Hays had been so kind and loving towards her after Xation's death. She hated herself for convincing him to get Bengiman out of prison and kidnap that woman for her. The last time she saw him alive was when they were in the limo together on the way to the airport with the bound and gagged Melissa lying on the floor of the long car. She remembered how delighted they were and how easy it was to take her. Hays had given her a wonderful warm embrace and she said 'I will see you back in Argentina', then she had climbed back into the limo and gave Hays a great big smile as he blew her a kiss goodbye. Felina thought of all this as she walked out to the stables, taking in deep cold breaths of frigid air as her mind filled with darkness and thoughts of suicide.
Felina sat there her hand under her chin as she was deep in thought, her black eyes vacant, her heart filled with great sadness as the crushing weight of guilt forced her into a deep depression. She knew it was she who was to blame for this tragedy, in more ways than one, and her family knew this as well; which made it very difficult for them speak to her. If she were not such a vengeful woman maybe Hays and Bengiman would be here tonight and they would have sat and supped with the family, as they had done thousands of times. Felina looked over into the dining room remembering days gone by of New Years feasts, Christmastime tidings of blessed joy, good cheer and fond memories. Felina could hear their laughter through her tears. But her lust for revenge exceeded all reason and now her two dear friends were gone forever more; and that woman, Melissa Christian, had made it out alive.
Felina sighed shaking her head as she glanced over at her brokenhearted sister, who had lost Hays, the only man she ever loved, besides her brother Xation. And Felina thought of what Xation would say to her for this disastrous turn of affairs, but he was long dead, shot in the head by his 'friend' Charles. Then her tortured mind turned to thoughts of Charles. How it came to pass that she herself had brought that spider into her family's web. It was she. Everything that led up to today started that hot night when she had neglected to lock the door to her cafe. That man had come upon her, raping her, choking her. And then Charles was there to rescue her from such danger. She remembered clearly seeing him grab the knife and pull back the head of her attacker. She could still see and smell the blood pouring out from the deep long gash. Felina had been saved that day, but with all the trouble and trail of dead bodies, perhaps they would all still be alive if she had died that day, but that was not the case. If she had just remembered to lock the door, an action that would have taken but a second, everyone would still be alive
Felina became restless so she stood up and announced she was going for a ride before the sun set. She wanted to take one last ride around the property on her beloved Iguazu, a huge white stallion that was once her brother Xation's pride and joy. She had been lost without her brother and Hays had been so kind and loving towards her after Xation's death. She hated herself for convincing him to get Bengiman out of prison and kidnap that woman for her. The last time she saw him alive was when they were in the limo together on the way to the airport with the bound and gagged Melissa lying on the floor of the long car. She remembered how delighted they were and how easy it was to take her. Hays had given her a wonderful warm embrace and she said 'I will see you back in Argentina', then she had climbed back into the limo and gave Hays a great big smile as he blew her a kiss goodbye. Felina thought of all this as she walked out to the stables, taking in deep cold breaths of frigid air as her mind filled with darkness and thoughts of suicide.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
WHERE THERE'S TROUBLE end Chapter 5
Melissa closed her eyes for just a moment, then she wanted to ask the agent a question, but as she looked around she noticed the room had changed in the blink of an eye. It was far more spacious, brighter, and filled with newer equipment. She thought how strange it was that the room could change in the blink of an eye so she said "Agent Hunt?"
"Yes Melissa?" Agent Hunt replied.
"I told you not to call me by my first name until we are back in Texas!" she chastised him.
Agent Hunt cleared his throat as he stood up from the chair beside her hospital bed, then he went over to the long white vertical blinds and he pulled them back. There lit up in neon, in the night sky, were the tall towering smoked glass high rises of Downtown Dallas, just south of the Medical Center. Melissa strained her neck trying to get a better view, but before rejoicing she began to think this was another game her morphine laced brain was playing tricks on her again, so she said to the agent. "How do I know this is real?"
Agent Hunt just smiled and walked back across the room to the door, and opening it he gestured for someone to enter the room. Now here Melissa thought if Charles walks in now then she was merely dreaming and not home safe in Texas after all. Then, to her sheer amazement, and absolute delight, she saw Oliver come in holding her little boy in his arms. Melissa let out an exhausted cry as tears of joy streamed down her face, like water off a mountain as she was so happy she had lived to witness this moment. "My Angel!" she cried reaching out her arms to her son. Oliver and little Charles smiled and they too had happy tears for their reunion.
"Mommy?" little Charles said perplexed, as the woman in the bed did not look like the mother he had known.
Here Melissa realized now her appearance must have been so unsightly. She even could see the look in her cousin Oliver's eyes as if to say 'You left looking like a Barbi Doll and returned looking like the Elephant Man.' Yet it was true, only her right eye and a small portion of her forehead was not cut, swollen, or contused."Don't you recognize me?" Melissa asked her bewildered son with a deep twinge of pain in her heart.
"What happened to you mommy?" he asked, curling up in the bed with his mother resting his head on her chest listening to the soft, quiet, beating of her heart as she said "Mommy was in a bit of a plane crash, but I'm okay now.., well, I need some time to heal, but I promise, my little Angel, Mommy will be pretty again."
"I love you mommy, no matter what you look like."
This wonderful sentiment out of the mouth of her only child made her weep a little. Agent Hunt was touched by the scene and, though he had many questions for Melissa about the kidnapping, he excused himself for the evening and let the matter be. Oliver was overjoyed to have his dearest cousin back in Texas, however, he was still very concerned about her safety. "What are we going to do Melissa, what if his family tries this again?"
"I want you to go tomorrow and speak to the Commanding Officer at the Joint Reserve Base and hire 4 of the biggest Marines you can find. Make sure they have their marksman certification." Melissa instructed finally realizing she did need a security team after all.
Oliver stayed for as long as he could with Melissa until one of the i.c.u. nurses came in announcing visitor hours were over and that he had to leave. Now, when the white haired nurse found the little three year old curled up next to his mother sleeping, she felt a little spot of warmth and joy in her old heart; and being this patient had been all over the news, surviving a kidnapping, and a plane crash, the old nurse changed her mind and let Oliver and the little boy stay, completely disregarding Hospital Rules and Regulations.
Melissa felt the spirit of love in the room and she felt safe, and warm, and loved. She could not say why the Lord had spared her life, but she knew something very powerful had urged him to protect her. This thought brought a passage she remembered reading as a child... 'Blessed is the Lord, my God, who has covered my head in battle and delivered me from the hands of mine enemy'.
"Yes Melissa?" Agent Hunt replied.
"I told you not to call me by my first name until we are back in Texas!" she chastised him.
Agent Hunt cleared his throat as he stood up from the chair beside her hospital bed, then he went over to the long white vertical blinds and he pulled them back. There lit up in neon, in the night sky, were the tall towering smoked glass high rises of Downtown Dallas, just south of the Medical Center. Melissa strained her neck trying to get a better view, but before rejoicing she began to think this was another game her morphine laced brain was playing tricks on her again, so she said to the agent. "How do I know this is real?"
Agent Hunt just smiled and walked back across the room to the door, and opening it he gestured for someone to enter the room. Now here Melissa thought if Charles walks in now then she was merely dreaming and not home safe in Texas after all. Then, to her sheer amazement, and absolute delight, she saw Oliver come in holding her little boy in his arms. Melissa let out an exhausted cry as tears of joy streamed down her face, like water off a mountain as she was so happy she had lived to witness this moment. "My Angel!" she cried reaching out her arms to her son. Oliver and little Charles smiled and they too had happy tears for their reunion.
"Mommy?" little Charles said perplexed, as the woman in the bed did not look like the mother he had known.
Here Melissa realized now her appearance must have been so unsightly. She even could see the look in her cousin Oliver's eyes as if to say 'You left looking like a Barbi Doll and returned looking like the Elephant Man.' Yet it was true, only her right eye and a small portion of her forehead was not cut, swollen, or contused."Don't you recognize me?" Melissa asked her bewildered son with a deep twinge of pain in her heart.
"What happened to you mommy?" he asked, curling up in the bed with his mother resting his head on her chest listening to the soft, quiet, beating of her heart as she said "Mommy was in a bit of a plane crash, but I'm okay now.., well, I need some time to heal, but I promise, my little Angel, Mommy will be pretty again."
"I love you mommy, no matter what you look like."
This wonderful sentiment out of the mouth of her only child made her weep a little. Agent Hunt was touched by the scene and, though he had many questions for Melissa about the kidnapping, he excused himself for the evening and let the matter be. Oliver was overjoyed to have his dearest cousin back in Texas, however, he was still very concerned about her safety. "What are we going to do Melissa, what if his family tries this again?"
"I want you to go tomorrow and speak to the Commanding Officer at the Joint Reserve Base and hire 4 of the biggest Marines you can find. Make sure they have their marksman certification." Melissa instructed finally realizing she did need a security team after all.
Oliver stayed for as long as he could with Melissa until one of the i.c.u. nurses came in announcing visitor hours were over and that he had to leave. Now, when the white haired nurse found the little three year old curled up next to his mother sleeping, she felt a little spot of warmth and joy in her old heart; and being this patient had been all over the news, surviving a kidnapping, and a plane crash, the old nurse changed her mind and let Oliver and the little boy stay, completely disregarding Hospital Rules and Regulations.
Melissa felt the spirit of love in the room and she felt safe, and warm, and loved. She could not say why the Lord had spared her life, but she knew something very powerful had urged him to protect her. This thought brought a passage she remembered reading as a child... 'Blessed is the Lord, my God, who has covered my head in battle and delivered me from the hands of mine enemy'.
Monday, August 23, 2010
WHERE THERE'S TROUBLE chapter 5 continues
It was around four, in the a.m., on a stormy Sunday morning when Melissa finally made it to the small hospital; where a staff of four hurried her in for x-rays. Melissa was sedated the entire time; which was good as she did not want to suffer any longer. The following was her diagnosis:
Left wrist broken due to fracture of upper area of the Carpals, including: the Lunate bone,
Scaphoid bone,and the Triquetrum bone.
Fracture of the left clavicle.
Right and Left Ankle shattered, including Talus bone,
Cracked Calcaneus of the left foot.
Fracture of the hip at the Anterior Superior iliac spine.
Six fractured ribs, of the following: left side True Ribs #3, #4, #5, #7,
right side, False Ribs #9, #10
Broken Nasal bone, increased pressure of the Sphenoidial Sinus and stress of the Perpendicular plate of
the Ethmoid bone.
Melisaa was prepped for surgery to fix her nose so she could breathe easier, and she was set with casts on both ankles, her wrist, and one wrapped around her torso from her breast bone to her hips. Melissa was given anti-bio tics and a tetanus shot for the bite marks and deep lacerations; these wounds were cleaned and treated. She would need much rest and rehabilitation but, for now, she rested in a drug induced coma, and after three days she awoke to find a uniformed F.B.I agent sitting in a chair at her bedside. Melissa glanced over as she could not turn her head with the cervical collar around her neck. It took the older gentleman a moment to realize she was awake, as he was busy reading the file in his hands.
"Where am I?" she asked in a soft, raspy voice she did not recognize as her own.
Here the dark haired gentleman looked up startled by the sound of her voice as he had been waiting hours for her to awaken. "Miss Christian, I am Agent Thomas Hunt, with the Federal Bureau of Investigation and you are in a hospital here in Guatemala City." he paused trying to glean any recognition of this fact in her eyes. "How are you feeling?" he asked concerned.
Melissa pondered his question for a moment then she replied. "I'm not really sure right now." she answered a strange, far off look, in her green eyes, as if she could see for a thousand years. Then she looked at Agent Hunt asking "We're not in Texas are we?" she whispered an awful tone of sadness in her trembling voice.
"No.., you were taken from Texas seven days ago." he informed her, as she seemed to not understand him, he went on. "You were kidnapped after your luncheon last Thursday and taken by plane from Dallas, then the jet crashed in the treetops of the jungle outside of the city, it took two days to find you and bring you here." still no sign of recognition or understanding coming from her, Agent Hunt continued "Now Miss Christian you were the only survivor.., the men that kidnapped you.., well, let me just say you won't have to worry about those two ever coming after you." he smiled, then an expression of deep serious thought flashed across his face as he leaned a little closer to her beside saying. "Are these the men that were on the plane with you?" he asked pulling out two photos from the file, showing them to her.
Melissa looked at the pictures, at the faces of the men that had caused her so much trouble and pain, then she gazed up into the dutiful agent's dark eyes simply saying "Yes."
"Thank you Miss Christian, may I call you Melissa?" he smiled sweetly.
"No.., not until you get me back to Texas." she said in all seriousness. "I want to go home."
"I understand.., " he said gently "there's no place like home." Agent Hunt said sincerely informing Melissa she would be going back to Texas on a chartered medical care flight in the morning.
Left wrist broken due to fracture of upper area of the Carpals, including: the Lunate bone,
Scaphoid bone,and the Triquetrum bone.
Fracture of the left clavicle.
Right and Left Ankle shattered, including Talus bone,
Cracked Calcaneus of the left foot.
Fracture of the hip at the Anterior Superior iliac spine.
Six fractured ribs, of the following: left side True Ribs #3, #4, #5, #7,
right side, False Ribs #9, #10
Broken Nasal bone, increased pressure of the Sphenoidial Sinus and stress of the Perpendicular plate of
the Ethmoid bone.
Melisaa was prepped for surgery to fix her nose so she could breathe easier, and she was set with casts on both ankles, her wrist, and one wrapped around her torso from her breast bone to her hips. Melissa was given anti-bio tics and a tetanus shot for the bite marks and deep lacerations; these wounds were cleaned and treated. She would need much rest and rehabilitation but, for now, she rested in a drug induced coma, and after three days she awoke to find a uniformed F.B.I agent sitting in a chair at her bedside. Melissa glanced over as she could not turn her head with the cervical collar around her neck. It took the older gentleman a moment to realize she was awake, as he was busy reading the file in his hands.
"Where am I?" she asked in a soft, raspy voice she did not recognize as her own.
Here the dark haired gentleman looked up startled by the sound of her voice as he had been waiting hours for her to awaken. "Miss Christian, I am Agent Thomas Hunt, with the Federal Bureau of Investigation and you are in a hospital here in Guatemala City." he paused trying to glean any recognition of this fact in her eyes. "How are you feeling?" he asked concerned.
Melissa pondered his question for a moment then she replied. "I'm not really sure right now." she answered a strange, far off look, in her green eyes, as if she could see for a thousand years. Then she looked at Agent Hunt asking "We're not in Texas are we?" she whispered an awful tone of sadness in her trembling voice.
"No.., you were taken from Texas seven days ago." he informed her, as she seemed to not understand him, he went on. "You were kidnapped after your luncheon last Thursday and taken by plane from Dallas, then the jet crashed in the treetops of the jungle outside of the city, it took two days to find you and bring you here." still no sign of recognition or understanding coming from her, Agent Hunt continued "Now Miss Christian you were the only survivor.., the men that kidnapped you.., well, let me just say you won't have to worry about those two ever coming after you." he smiled, then an expression of deep serious thought flashed across his face as he leaned a little closer to her beside saying. "Are these the men that were on the plane with you?" he asked pulling out two photos from the file, showing them to her.
Melissa looked at the pictures, at the faces of the men that had caused her so much trouble and pain, then she gazed up into the dutiful agent's dark eyes simply saying "Yes."
"Thank you Miss Christian, may I call you Melissa?" he smiled sweetly.
"No.., not until you get me back to Texas." she said in all seriousness. "I want to go home."
"I understand.., " he said gently "there's no place like home." Agent Hunt said sincerely informing Melissa she would be going back to Texas on a chartered medical care flight in the morning.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
WHERE THERE'S TROUBLE by: M.C.McNeel Chapter 5
Melissa found herself in a large, soft, comfortable, warm bed. All was white, the sheets, pillows, walls, floor, ceiling. She felt safe and warm, as if she were floating in a cloud. She found herself lying on her side and she felt no pain whatsoever, lost in a deep and soothing, tranquil, peace. Now she felt someone come up behind her, slowly climbing in the bed with her, and she was not afraid or fearful, as she heard her name being whispered by a warm, friendly, familiar voice. Charles had come to be with her now, wherever they were. He moved his body close to her, she could feel the warmth of his breath on the nape of her neck as he pulled her long silken hair up and off her back exposing the soft flesh of shoulders. Charles wrapped her up in his nice, strong arms, Melissa sighed deeply in relief, of her release from the weight of the world she had known. Charles and Melissa stayed together curled up with one another for, what seemed like, an exquisite eternity. Then she felt a change, a shift in the presence of her dearest Charles. Then as she heard her name being called again, she opened her eyes in a sudden panic as she recognized this unwelcome voice. As she heard Hays laughing loudly in her ear she felt him suddenly begin to squeeze her body tightly.
Melissa felt the pain and pressure return to her lungs and body as she opened up her bloodstained eyes to the blackness and horror that had come for her now, in the darkness. All was black, she could not see her attacker, who had tracked her down again. Melissa only heard him laughing, breathing on her neck with acrid hot breaths, enveloping her small frame into his as he wrapped his left hand around her long, blood soaked hair, pulling back hard exposing the delicate flesh of her supple neck. Now Melissa tried to scream but she found her mouth taped up, along with her wrists; which she held up to her face, and it looked as though she were in prayer, as Hays pulled harder on her hair. She could feel his naked body pressing deep into her flesh as Hays reached up with his right hand wrapping it around her throat, choking her with all the force of a python.Melissa felt the breath leave her body, the shock and horror was completely overwhelming.
In his reckless abandon, Hays was so enthralled by his lustful rage, he began pulling down harder on her hair, squeezing tighter on her neck with every thrust of his body causing Melissa great pain, she felt as though her hips would shatter with the pressure he exerted. Melissa began to cry, hot tears streaming down her bloodstained swollen cheeks as she tried to breathe. Then, in his depravity, Hays leaned his head down closer to her back and shoulder, he began to lick at her soft skin and just when she could stand no more she felt him open his mouth, his hot breath steaming her skin, then Hays sank his teeth deep into her flesh and Melissa let out a powerful, pain filled scream.
Melissa awoke choking as a team of E.M.T.'s had her on a stretcher on the ground as they frantically tried intubating her left lung as it had collapsed and she was going into shock. As one of the men placed a cervical collar around her neck, Melissa felt a sharp pain in her right arm as they injected her with a nice dose of Thorazine. One of the men commented about the bite marks all over her back and arms.
"Are these animal bites?"
One of them shined a flashlight down and shook his head saying "No, these were made by a human."
Then Melissa felt a pain as terrible as being stabbed in the lung with a sharp stiletto knife. Melissa tried to cry out as she felt the tube inserted deep into her lung she gasped finally able to breath taking in a sweet, fresh, breath she began coughing trying to gulp in as much air into her lungs as possible. Now Melissa was not sure how long she had been out in the jungle wreckage of the plane and she tried to open her mouth and speak, but no words came. The emergency medical team began shouting directions to one another as a medical helicopter hovered above the opening in the trees; where the jet had crashed through.It was night and hot and humid now the rains had passed. Melissa felt them lift her up as she was brought up out of the jungle onto the chopper; where a nurse from the Guatemala City Hospital tried to ascertain who Melissa was. Now, Melissa spoke and understood the Spanish language the nurse spoke, but due to the traumatic events she could barely remember how to speak English and Melissa had trouble remembering her name.
Melissa felt the pain and pressure return to her lungs and body as she opened up her bloodstained eyes to the blackness and horror that had come for her now, in the darkness. All was black, she could not see her attacker, who had tracked her down again. Melissa only heard him laughing, breathing on her neck with acrid hot breaths, enveloping her small frame into his as he wrapped his left hand around her long, blood soaked hair, pulling back hard exposing the delicate flesh of her supple neck. Now Melissa tried to scream but she found her mouth taped up, along with her wrists; which she held up to her face, and it looked as though she were in prayer, as Hays pulled harder on her hair. She could feel his naked body pressing deep into her flesh as Hays reached up with his right hand wrapping it around her throat, choking her with all the force of a python.Melissa felt the breath leave her body, the shock and horror was completely overwhelming.
In his reckless abandon, Hays was so enthralled by his lustful rage, he began pulling down harder on her hair, squeezing tighter on her neck with every thrust of his body causing Melissa great pain, she felt as though her hips would shatter with the pressure he exerted. Melissa began to cry, hot tears streaming down her bloodstained swollen cheeks as she tried to breathe. Then, in his depravity, Hays leaned his head down closer to her back and shoulder, he began to lick at her soft skin and just when she could stand no more she felt him open his mouth, his hot breath steaming her skin, then Hays sank his teeth deep into her flesh and Melissa let out a powerful, pain filled scream.
Melissa awoke choking as a team of E.M.T.'s had her on a stretcher on the ground as they frantically tried intubating her left lung as it had collapsed and she was going into shock. As one of the men placed a cervical collar around her neck, Melissa felt a sharp pain in her right arm as they injected her with a nice dose of Thorazine. One of the men commented about the bite marks all over her back and arms.
"Are these animal bites?"
One of them shined a flashlight down and shook his head saying "No, these were made by a human."
Then Melissa felt a pain as terrible as being stabbed in the lung with a sharp stiletto knife. Melissa tried to cry out as she felt the tube inserted deep into her lung she gasped finally able to breath taking in a sweet, fresh, breath she began coughing trying to gulp in as much air into her lungs as possible. Now Melissa was not sure how long she had been out in the jungle wreckage of the plane and she tried to open her mouth and speak, but no words came. The emergency medical team began shouting directions to one another as a medical helicopter hovered above the opening in the trees; where the jet had crashed through.It was night and hot and humid now the rains had passed. Melissa felt them lift her up as she was brought up out of the jungle onto the chopper; where a nurse from the Guatemala City Hospital tried to ascertain who Melissa was. Now, Melissa spoke and understood the Spanish language the nurse spoke, but due to the traumatic events she could barely remember how to speak English and Melissa had trouble remembering her name.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
WHERE THERE'S TROUBLE End Chapter 4
There was a deep silence as she lay there on the wet jungle floor, atop the thick lush ferns, the rain pouring down as the inferno raged just a few yards away. Melissa, on her back, staring up, could see clearly, though her left eye had nearly swollen shut and she could not hear. Melissa could only take in short shallow breaths as the pain in her ribcage was overwhelmingly painful, and as she began to lose consciousness she felt the presence of someone, or something, standing over her. Melissa opened up her bloodstained eyes, just for a moment she looked up in silence, looking up into the face of a dead man.
"Charles?" she tried to speak but no sound came. There he was, dressed the same as when she first met him. Charles smiled down at Melissa, his eyes shining like sapphires, a look of deep abiding peace on his pale face. Now he did not speak a word and Melissa believed she was dead, Charles must have come to lead her across the gulf between the living and the dead. Now it occurred to her at this moment that something was wrong. She had been taught that in death there is great peace and no pain, nor fear, nor dreams. But here she found herself injured, flat on her back; which was just about the only part of her body not broken, in the most horrendous pain. Melissa called out to Charles and then she heard him say, as if in her mind, 'close your eyes.' As she stared up not knowing if she were alive or dead she cried out in a loud voice, as the vision was swept away with tears, "Jesus! God! Lord! Do not forsake me!"
Here she closed her eyes as she became numb by the cold, stinging rain. Melissa thought of her son, of home, of Texas, and all the things she had never taken the time to do. She would barter with God to save her life, but Melissa knew what she had prayed for. The plane to crash, her tormentors to be killed, all that was left to seal her answered prayer was for her to die. Melissa closed her eyes and commended her soul to the Lord, if He would have her today, and take her away from life, then she would go with Him without a fight. So with a prayer on her lips Melissa fell into an unconscious world of shadows and light and thunder.
"Charles?" she tried to speak but no sound came. There he was, dressed the same as when she first met him. Charles smiled down at Melissa, his eyes shining like sapphires, a look of deep abiding peace on his pale face. Now he did not speak a word and Melissa believed she was dead, Charles must have come to lead her across the gulf between the living and the dead. Now it occurred to her at this moment that something was wrong. She had been taught that in death there is great peace and no pain, nor fear, nor dreams. But here she found herself injured, flat on her back; which was just about the only part of her body not broken, in the most horrendous pain. Melissa called out to Charles and then she heard him say, as if in her mind, 'close your eyes.' As she stared up not knowing if she were alive or dead she cried out in a loud voice, as the vision was swept away with tears, "Jesus! God! Lord! Do not forsake me!"
Here she closed her eyes as she became numb by the cold, stinging rain. Melissa thought of her son, of home, of Texas, and all the things she had never taken the time to do. She would barter with God to save her life, but Melissa knew what she had prayed for. The plane to crash, her tormentors to be killed, all that was left to seal her answered prayer was for her to die. Melissa closed her eyes and commended her soul to the Lord, if He would have her today, and take her away from life, then she would go with Him without a fight. So with a prayer on her lips Melissa fell into an unconscious world of shadows and light and thunder.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
WHERE THERE'S TROUBLE Chapter 4 continues
The scent of Death was all around mingled with jet fuel and blood, Melissa took in a deep painful breath as she crouched down on the ceiling of the plane as it teetered slightly rocking the upside down aircraft again. Trying to keep focused, she looked at the massive dark wet limb protruding up through the plane below her, if she could just twist her body around and hang on she could climb down to the ground, to the earth, but it would be through much pain. All was slippery and wet with the hurricane rains but she reached out slowly pulling herself close to the tree wrapping her naked, bruised and battered body around the wet wood, the leaves slipping up against her skin as she squeezed her muscular thighs with all her might. Now here she was thankful for her long daily swims, and chasing her three year old around, for though she was 44, she had the body of a 25 year old and the heart of a lion. She was no weak and feeble woman, no far from it, though she was injured and had suffered greatly she had a clear and focused mind of a singular direction and that was down, and she had sixty feet to go. So down she came, coming fast , vines and broken branches scratching at her skin, tearing long painful crimson gashes deep into her flesh, but down she came through the intense, excruciation, her only fixation to live.
Now just as she had about thirteen feet before she reached the ground, Melissa heard and felt the shaking of the trees as a massive explosion engulfed the little plane, as a spark finally ignited the jet fuel in flames. Poor Melissa was nearly there when she was blown out of the tall trees and thrown to the ground. The breath rushed out of her lungs, as three more ribs were broken, a fracture deep in her pelvis and both ankles broken. Melissa could not breathe for a moment as she rolled on her back just in time to see the fire engulfed jet plummet to the Earth, where she saw the twisted, burning metal carcass of the once luxurious, expensive aircraft land on the body of Bengiman Pruce who had fallen directly below. Now he had fallen from a great height, in more ways than one, but this had not killed him; and he felt the heavy, hot, metal crush every bone and organ in his body. He had no time think. He had no time to pray. And then he was gone. Bengiman Pruce, born Norman Reginald Pierce, was dead.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
WHERE THERE'S TROUBLE Begin Chapter 4
Melissa could hear Mr.Pruce. Melissa could smell the jet fuel and feel the pain. Her naked, bruised and broken body was covered in warm, wet, jet fuel; which seeped into her cuts and bite marks with a stomach turning, excruciating burning sensation engulfing her open wounds. She had a few broken ribs and breathing was difficult as she tried to pull herself over to the hatch; which now was below her. Mr.Pruce heard her moving about and listened to her laboured breathing, sounding like a bear, as she crawled down and out of the cargo hold. The sensation was strange to her as Melissa realized what had happened. The plane ripped apart, wires sparking left and right, as rain pounded down through the gapes in the fuselage, the broken tree limbs, blood covered leaves, the men hanging upside down in their seats. She carefully stood up on the ceiling standing behind Mr.Pruce as she let out a scream as she peered over and saw Hays' body without a head. First she thought his head was merely tangled up in the wet, dark leaves protruding through the ceiling, but as she looked closer at the scene she realized his head was missing and there was so much blood, so much blood.
"Please say you forgive me." Bengiman said once more as the intense pressure building in his head caused his ears to bleed.
Now this moment was like an eternity as she stood naked soaked in blood and jet fuel inside the shattered plane, the two bodies hanging upside down, it was sick, and it was twisted. Melissa felt as if she were in a blood soaked dream, something out of a Quentin Tarantino film perhaps. The smell of blood and sulphur, the storm raging, the wild winds, rocking the plane up in the treetops, the headless corpse, the fat bald man begging to be forgiven. Melissa knew he would die, and she was always taught you have to forgive someone,only, IF they ask for forgiveness. Now she was more than Christian in name, Melissa was a Christian at her heart so she bent down a little closer to her doomed rapist/kidnapper/torturer and as she reached between the seats finding the release button of the seat belt; which was straining against his 220 lb bulky frame, she said "I forgive you Bengiman." Melissa whispered softly and sweetly in his ear and as she was about to press the release button dropping him to his ultimate demise she heard him say his last words on Earth.
"I don't want to die." Bengiman said his voice trembling.
"Neither do I!" she shouted as she released him from the seat, gravity taking hold of his body sending it crashing through the limbs and broken branches. She heard the impact of his body as he smashed down sixty feet below in the wet, warm soil. As the weight of his body dropped away the plane shifted, settling down a few feet lower in the trees. Melissa knew instantly she had to get off the plane and climb down through the shattered branches, however, this task seemed impossible due to her injuries and she knew the sparking of the wires would ignite the jet fuel leaking from the cargo area, covering her skin. Melissa did not panic, instead, with only one chance to make it and seconds to live, she summoned up the courage and the ferocity of her people, a long drawn blood line of victorious warriors and brave soldiers. She had the determination to live and this would be her salvation.
"Please say you forgive me." Bengiman said once more as the intense pressure building in his head caused his ears to bleed.
Now this moment was like an eternity as she stood naked soaked in blood and jet fuel inside the shattered plane, the two bodies hanging upside down, it was sick, and it was twisted. Melissa felt as if she were in a blood soaked dream, something out of a Quentin Tarantino film perhaps. The smell of blood and sulphur, the storm raging, the wild winds, rocking the plane up in the treetops, the headless corpse, the fat bald man begging to be forgiven. Melissa knew he would die, and she was always taught you have to forgive someone,only, IF they ask for forgiveness. Now she was more than Christian in name, Melissa was a Christian at her heart so she bent down a little closer to her doomed rapist/kidnapper/torturer and as she reached between the seats finding the release button of the seat belt; which was straining against his 220 lb bulky frame, she said "I forgive you Bengiman." Melissa whispered softly and sweetly in his ear and as she was about to press the release button dropping him to his ultimate demise she heard him say his last words on Earth.
"I don't want to die." Bengiman said his voice trembling.
"Neither do I!" she shouted as she released him from the seat, gravity taking hold of his body sending it crashing through the limbs and broken branches. She heard the impact of his body as he smashed down sixty feet below in the wet, warm soil. As the weight of his body dropped away the plane shifted, settling down a few feet lower in the trees. Melissa knew instantly she had to get off the plane and climb down through the shattered branches, however, this task seemed impossible due to her injuries and she knew the sparking of the wires would ignite the jet fuel leaking from the cargo area, covering her skin. Melissa did not panic, instead, with only one chance to make it and seconds to live, she summoned up the courage and the ferocity of her people, a long drawn blood line of victorious warriors and brave soldiers. She had the determination to live and this would be her salvation.
Monday, August 16, 2010
WHERE THERE'S TROUBLE End of Chapter 3
Now the massive storm had come ashore on the Yucatan Peninsula but, so vast was the storm system, it covered the entire State of Texas, as well as Mexico and Latin America, many people would die this day. All flights out of DFW Airport were grounded as over two hundred lightning strikes were caught on radar between the hours of three and four. Serena and Felina were waiting out the long flight delay in the Admiral's club; which is always reserved for the rich and elite.
"I am very concerned, I have an uneasy feeling today." Serena confided to her sister who was busy trying to get the attention of an attractive, tall, green- eyed man at the bar. Serena had to give Felina a nudge to get her to pay attention to her.
"Serena everything will be fine. Please do not trouble your mind with strange thoughts. The boys will arrive many hours, now, before we do, Mother knows what to do." Felina said trying to calm her sister's nerves, and she was a little shocked her little sister seemed to have lost her stomach for their evil escapade.
There are many of us who do not have the training and skill to bring a small Lear jet down through torrential rain and turbulent storm clouds without becoming unnerved and the Brazilian did a fine job flying through the unstable winds as lightning flashed across the sky. Bengiman and Hays were terrified as the cabin shook violently their white knuckles gripping the arm rests of their seats. Poor Melissa was tossed about in the cargo area like a rag doll, but she had seen, when Hays opened up the hatch door earlier, a large black cargo net secured to the wall of the fuselage so she tried her best to make her way over crawling in the darkness. Clutching up at where she had remembered seeing the net she reached out and pulled herself inside, securing herself to the plane, saving her from breaking her neck.
Based on the speed of the aircraft, and time and rate of descent, the pilot knew he was about thirteen miles from the small airport; which was surrounded by a mountainous region, covered by thick green jungles. With zero visibility the pilot had to use all his wits and training to make it to the airport without crashing into the trees. The sound of the storm raging all around was as terrible as a nightmare, but this was all too real and as the little jet was buffeted about by the intense winds Melissa prayed, once again, for God to make the plane crash and kill her and her tormentors. Now as you may know, God hears all prayers, but only he decides which ones he will answer. On this day God heard Melissa crying out to him in her anguish and pain, and he must have felt compelled to help her with her simple request, when a strong down burst of wind sent the little plane plummeting down, upside down into the trees. Hays and Bengiman screamed for their very lives as the plane flipped in mid- air crashing down violently into the jungle canopy below. The fuselage was sheared in half, the cockpit and pilot ripped away from the rest of the jet. Now when the metal burst apart Hays and Bengiman were still firmly buckled in their seats, hanging upside down, and as Bengiman felt the rush of blood to his brain he looked over and saw Hays in his seat but when Mr.Pruce realized Hays no longer had his head attached to his body Bengiamn Pruce let out a loud plaintiff wail, like that of a wounded dying animal, as cold rain came down through the wide openings of the battered plane, the wet leaves of trees and broken limbs crushing through the ceiling. Bengiman lifted his head in horror as he realized the area above his head was now sheared away as well, he realized he was up above the jungle floor, all that held him down was the seat belt which was straining to hold his massive weight. So, even if he did not fall, he would die from the all the blood rushing to his head. If he tried to get out of the seat he would fall to his death. His mind raced with panic, fear, and doubts of his survival. Hays was now dead his blood pouring out from his neck onto the wet leaves, the pilot was thrown 120 feet where he died on impact. Now as the doomed Mr.Pruce sat there upside down, on the verge of death, he suddenly remembered Meilissa and he yelled out hoping she was still alive to hear what he needed to say.
"Melissa! If you are still alive, I want you to know I'm sorry for what I did to you. I'm getting very dizzy I think I am about to die.., Please say you forgive me!" Bengiman Pruce shouted at the top of his lungs unsure if she heard him, unsure if the beaten and broken woman was still alive.
"I am very concerned, I have an uneasy feeling today." Serena confided to her sister who was busy trying to get the attention of an attractive, tall, green- eyed man at the bar. Serena had to give Felina a nudge to get her to pay attention to her.
"Serena everything will be fine. Please do not trouble your mind with strange thoughts. The boys will arrive many hours, now, before we do, Mother knows what to do." Felina said trying to calm her sister's nerves, and she was a little shocked her little sister seemed to have lost her stomach for their evil escapade.
There are many of us who do not have the training and skill to bring a small Lear jet down through torrential rain and turbulent storm clouds without becoming unnerved and the Brazilian did a fine job flying through the unstable winds as lightning flashed across the sky. Bengiman and Hays were terrified as the cabin shook violently their white knuckles gripping the arm rests of their seats. Poor Melissa was tossed about in the cargo area like a rag doll, but she had seen, when Hays opened up the hatch door earlier, a large black cargo net secured to the wall of the fuselage so she tried her best to make her way over crawling in the darkness. Clutching up at where she had remembered seeing the net she reached out and pulled herself inside, securing herself to the plane, saving her from breaking her neck.
Based on the speed of the aircraft, and time and rate of descent, the pilot knew he was about thirteen miles from the small airport; which was surrounded by a mountainous region, covered by thick green jungles. With zero visibility the pilot had to use all his wits and training to make it to the airport without crashing into the trees. The sound of the storm raging all around was as terrible as a nightmare, but this was all too real and as the little jet was buffeted about by the intense winds Melissa prayed, once again, for God to make the plane crash and kill her and her tormentors. Now as you may know, God hears all prayers, but only he decides which ones he will answer. On this day God heard Melissa crying out to him in her anguish and pain, and he must have felt compelled to help her with her simple request, when a strong down burst of wind sent the little plane plummeting down, upside down into the trees. Hays and Bengiman screamed for their very lives as the plane flipped in mid- air crashing down violently into the jungle canopy below. The fuselage was sheared in half, the cockpit and pilot ripped away from the rest of the jet. Now when the metal burst apart Hays and Bengiman were still firmly buckled in their seats, hanging upside down, and as Bengiman felt the rush of blood to his brain he looked over and saw Hays in his seat but when Mr.Pruce realized Hays no longer had his head attached to his body Bengiamn Pruce let out a loud plaintiff wail, like that of a wounded dying animal, as cold rain came down through the wide openings of the battered plane, the wet leaves of trees and broken limbs crushing through the ceiling. Bengiman lifted his head in horror as he realized the area above his head was now sheared away as well, he realized he was up above the jungle floor, all that held him down was the seat belt which was straining to hold his massive weight. So, even if he did not fall, he would die from the all the blood rushing to his head. If he tried to get out of the seat he would fall to his death. His mind raced with panic, fear, and doubts of his survival. Hays was now dead his blood pouring out from his neck onto the wet leaves, the pilot was thrown 120 feet where he died on impact. Now as the doomed Mr.Pruce sat there upside down, on the verge of death, he suddenly remembered Meilissa and he yelled out hoping she was still alive to hear what he needed to say.
"Melissa! If you are still alive, I want you to know I'm sorry for what I did to you. I'm getting very dizzy I think I am about to die.., Please say you forgive me!" Bengiman Pruce shouted at the top of his lungs unsure if she heard him, unsure if the beaten and broken woman was still alive.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
WHERE THERE'S TROUBLE Chapter 3 continues
Bengiman and Hays had cleaned themselves up and put their clothes back on. After downing a few glasses of whiskey they both felt a little less agitated. The two men spoke not a word between them until Bengiman commented how disgusted by what they had done together, as he had never raped a woman, let alone side by side with another man.
"Well," Hays said nonchalantly "I wouldn't call what we did rape."
"How's that?" Bengiman asked confused by his statement.
"She didn't resist, she just lay there, you know, when you rape someone, the thrill is in the resistance, the fight she puts up, feeling her body squirm underneath you, it's not even really about the sex." Hays explained.
Bengiman was shocked saying "Oh, is that so? Now Hays, just how many women have you raped" he asked with a furrowed brow.
Hays merely laughed and said "Now, that's between me and Jesus."
Bengiman shook his head in disgust as he poured out another glass of whiskey. He went and sat on the opposite side of the jet leaning his seat back so he could close his eyes and try to take a nap. Hays settled back in his seat over the wing as he gazed out to his right watching the storm clouds below and the bright sun setting far off in the west. Within the dark swirling clouds he could see bright flashes of lightning dancing off in the distance as the hurricane grew in intensity. Hays felt safe up here above the clouds and the chaos of the world below. He reclined his seat and closed the shade as the soothing sounds of the jet's engines lulled him to sleep. All was quiet and peaceful in the cabin and the two men got some much needed rest, as Melissa was correct, they were old and out of shape, both nearing fifty, and it took all the energy they had to violate her. And it was in this gentle stillness they were awakened by the sound of the pilot's voice coming over the intercom.
"We have entered Guatemala air space and will be setting down in about twenty minutes to refuel at a small airport. So please fasten your seat belts as we may experience some turbulence due to the storm over the Gulf."
Bengiman did as he was instructed but Hays stood up and went over and opened the hatch of the cargo hold shouting down at their captive "We have to land to refuel so keep quiet!"
Then from out of the darkness below; which smelled of blood and urine, came a voice that sounded as if it were out of the mouth of a tormented demon from Hell when Melissa screamed up at them "Why am I still alive!"
The sound of her frightful voice made Hays feel extremely uneasy, and Mr.Pruce sat there a numbness overcoming him, as the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, all the color draining from his face. Hays slammed the hatch shut, locking it as he went and sat back down over the wing, fastening his seat belt as a strange fear welled up inside of him, he felt very uneasy as if he were being watched, as if a thousand eyes had been there with them the whole time, watching every move he made as he forced himself upon Melissa choking her, biting her arms, and breasts. Now the flippant comment he made about it being between him and Jesus seemed to be haunting his thoughts for now he felt terribly ashamed for what he had done out of his own hatred and indignation.
"Well," Hays said nonchalantly "I wouldn't call what we did rape."
"How's that?" Bengiman asked confused by his statement.
"She didn't resist, she just lay there, you know, when you rape someone, the thrill is in the resistance, the fight she puts up, feeling her body squirm underneath you, it's not even really about the sex." Hays explained.
Bengiman was shocked saying "Oh, is that so? Now Hays, just how many women have you raped" he asked with a furrowed brow.
Hays merely laughed and said "Now, that's between me and Jesus."
Bengiman shook his head in disgust as he poured out another glass of whiskey. He went and sat on the opposite side of the jet leaning his seat back so he could close his eyes and try to take a nap. Hays settled back in his seat over the wing as he gazed out to his right watching the storm clouds below and the bright sun setting far off in the west. Within the dark swirling clouds he could see bright flashes of lightning dancing off in the distance as the hurricane grew in intensity. Hays felt safe up here above the clouds and the chaos of the world below. He reclined his seat and closed the shade as the soothing sounds of the jet's engines lulled him to sleep. All was quiet and peaceful in the cabin and the two men got some much needed rest, as Melissa was correct, they were old and out of shape, both nearing fifty, and it took all the energy they had to violate her. And it was in this gentle stillness they were awakened by the sound of the pilot's voice coming over the intercom.
"We have entered Guatemala air space and will be setting down in about twenty minutes to refuel at a small airport. So please fasten your seat belts as we may experience some turbulence due to the storm over the Gulf."
Bengiman did as he was instructed but Hays stood up and went over and opened the hatch of the cargo hold shouting down at their captive "We have to land to refuel so keep quiet!"
Then from out of the darkness below; which smelled of blood and urine, came a voice that sounded as if it were out of the mouth of a tormented demon from Hell when Melissa screamed up at them "Why am I still alive!"
The sound of her frightful voice made Hays feel extremely uneasy, and Mr.Pruce sat there a numbness overcoming him, as the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, all the color draining from his face. Hays slammed the hatch shut, locking it as he went and sat back down over the wing, fastening his seat belt as a strange fear welled up inside of him, he felt very uneasy as if he were being watched, as if a thousand eyes had been there with them the whole time, watching every move he made as he forced himself upon Melissa choking her, biting her arms, and breasts. Now the flippant comment he made about it being between him and Jesus seemed to be haunting his thoughts for now he felt terribly ashamed for what he had done out of his own hatred and indignation.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
WHERE THERE'S TROUBLE Chapter 3
Now, after the two licentious men had no more strength within to carry on any further, they tossed Melissa back up on the bench covering her with the blood stained blanket. Mr.Pruce and Hays sat there trying to catch their breath, wiping their sweat covered bodies with a small towel. Now Bengiman looked over at the beaten woman, her long strawberry blond hair matted with sweat, blood and cum, a greasy sheen to her naked body, her legs parted, the remnants of the duct tape still on her ankles; where they had cut the tape apart with a small pocket knife.
Melissa licked at the duct tape and it finally fell off, she then behaved in the strangest way and Mr.Pruce stared over at her as she started laughing, wildly at them, and now the two men realized, as they gazed at her, that Melissa had somehow changed, the sound of her voice, a crazed look in her eyes, as she sat laughing at them like a fiend, even her face, bruised and swollen as it was, looked different now. Melissa sat there bleeding from every orifice in her body except for her eyes and ears. Blood rolled down her nose into her mouth and, as she spoke, the trail of blood trickled down her throat; which was red and had the hand prints of Hays like little scarlet snakes wrapped around the flesh of her neck as she leered at them saying "What's the matter you two old donkeys! That all you got?" Melissa said and it was strange to hear her voice, for she heard an old southern woman speaking, and then she realized it was her saying these words! "Damn all we need is more people and few kegs a beer and then we'd have a real party!" she laughed, in a voice not her own, as Mr.Pruce and Bengiman sat there stunned by what she was saying."I mean come on! Let's just get this over with! We all know you two will need a couple of chili peppers shoved up your asses, if you want to rape me like that again! You limp dick mother fuckers!" she laughed like a crazy person.
Bengiman and Hays looked at one another with the same thought in their sadistic minds 'I think we drove her insane.'
Melissa continued saying the strangest things "You boys are nothin' but a couple lemons hanging off an apple tree." she smiled "You two had your tap root bent, your all flowers and no fruit! What happened ? Your parents lose ya in a poker bet?" shaking her head holding up her hands still bound at the wrists "Come on let's get this over with 'cause I can't stand looking at you fucking donkeys, and don't be flattered I don't mean that in the way you think I do, I been more satisfied by a Vienna sausage sandwich!" she taunted them over and over until she stopped took in a deep breath and turned her head sharply to the left towards the back of the plane, as if she saw someone standing there and she spoke to it saying in a hushed whisper "I can hear you. I'll be home real soon!"
An icy chill filled the cabin of the small jet plane and Hays felt a cold wave move up and down the length of his spine as she screamed at them "Get your little knife, here," she said turning her head "The main artery is here, just behind my left ear, there will be a lot of blood, but just do it! I have to go now, while he is here with us!" she pleaded with them to end her life, but there was only a long silence as no one spoke then she yelled louder. "Get your gun then shoot me in the head, get it over with!" her eyes welled with anger and frustration as she shouted at the top of her lungs "Give me the knife! Give me the gun! I'll do it myself you fucking miserable cowards!" Melissa stopped talking, but only because she was in so much pain and out of breath, her face red, the veins in her neck ready to pop, but not once did she break down in tears. She thought for a moment as she tried to catch her breath then she said. "I know where you are taking me."
"Shut the fuck up!" Hays yelled at her as went over and slapped Melissa across the face, but she only laughed showing the strength and endurance of an Amazon Warrior.
"It's that sick bastard, Xation's, sisters!" she guessed correctly "Who else could you two plum duffs be working for? But those vindictive, miserable cunts!" as soon as this word passed her lips Mr.Pruce went over in a flash and punched her right in the face, breaking her nose and loosening a tooth. The shock to her system was like a surge of endorphin to the part of her brain controlling hatred and rage as she sat back, smiled sweetly, then taking her hands, wrists still bound, she reached into the side of her mouth with her thumb and index finger pulling out the loose bi-cuspid; which she flicked at Bengiman Pruce as she laughed hysterically. Then she stood up lifted her leg like an animal and urinated all over the floor.
"God Damn it!" They shouted.
Hays grabbed the thin blanket off her bruised body, covered in bite marks, wiping off the warm yellow piss as Bengiman opened up the hatch; which led to the small cargo hold in the belly of the plane. "Throw her down here! I can't stand the sight of her!" he said as Hays helped him pick her up tossing Melissa down into the hot darkness of the cargo hold with her blood and urine stained blanket. Melissa was happy to be away from them so she lay her bruised and battered body down using the blanket to stop the bleeding of her broken nose. It would take a little while for her to fall into a deep, painless, sleep but before doing so she prayed to God ,once more, asking him to please let her die quickly and if he would please make the plane crash that would be just wonderful. So she said her prayers, fell asleep, and dreamed a dream.
Melissa licked at the duct tape and it finally fell off, she then behaved in the strangest way and Mr.Pruce stared over at her as she started laughing, wildly at them, and now the two men realized, as they gazed at her, that Melissa had somehow changed, the sound of her voice, a crazed look in her eyes, as she sat laughing at them like a fiend, even her face, bruised and swollen as it was, looked different now. Melissa sat there bleeding from every orifice in her body except for her eyes and ears. Blood rolled down her nose into her mouth and, as she spoke, the trail of blood trickled down her throat; which was red and had the hand prints of Hays like little scarlet snakes wrapped around the flesh of her neck as she leered at them saying "What's the matter you two old donkeys! That all you got?" Melissa said and it was strange to hear her voice, for she heard an old southern woman speaking, and then she realized it was her saying these words! "Damn all we need is more people and few kegs a beer and then we'd have a real party!" she laughed, in a voice not her own, as Mr.Pruce and Bengiman sat there stunned by what she was saying."I mean come on! Let's just get this over with! We all know you two will need a couple of chili peppers shoved up your asses, if you want to rape me like that again! You limp dick mother fuckers!" she laughed like a crazy person.
Bengiman and Hays looked at one another with the same thought in their sadistic minds 'I think we drove her insane.'
Melissa continued saying the strangest things "You boys are nothin' but a couple lemons hanging off an apple tree." she smiled "You two had your tap root bent, your all flowers and no fruit! What happened ? Your parents lose ya in a poker bet?" shaking her head holding up her hands still bound at the wrists "Come on let's get this over with 'cause I can't stand looking at you fucking donkeys, and don't be flattered I don't mean that in the way you think I do, I been more satisfied by a Vienna sausage sandwich!" she taunted them over and over until she stopped took in a deep breath and turned her head sharply to the left towards the back of the plane, as if she saw someone standing there and she spoke to it saying in a hushed whisper "I can hear you. I'll be home real soon!"
An icy chill filled the cabin of the small jet plane and Hays felt a cold wave move up and down the length of his spine as she screamed at them "Get your little knife, here," she said turning her head "The main artery is here, just behind my left ear, there will be a lot of blood, but just do it! I have to go now, while he is here with us!" she pleaded with them to end her life, but there was only a long silence as no one spoke then she yelled louder. "Get your gun then shoot me in the head, get it over with!" her eyes welled with anger and frustration as she shouted at the top of her lungs "Give me the knife! Give me the gun! I'll do it myself you fucking miserable cowards!" Melissa stopped talking, but only because she was in so much pain and out of breath, her face red, the veins in her neck ready to pop, but not once did she break down in tears. She thought for a moment as she tried to catch her breath then she said. "I know where you are taking me."
"Shut the fuck up!" Hays yelled at her as went over and slapped Melissa across the face, but she only laughed showing the strength and endurance of an Amazon Warrior.
"It's that sick bastard, Xation's, sisters!" she guessed correctly "Who else could you two plum duffs be working for? But those vindictive, miserable cunts!" as soon as this word passed her lips Mr.Pruce went over in a flash and punched her right in the face, breaking her nose and loosening a tooth. The shock to her system was like a surge of endorphin to the part of her brain controlling hatred and rage as she sat back, smiled sweetly, then taking her hands, wrists still bound, she reached into the side of her mouth with her thumb and index finger pulling out the loose bi-cuspid; which she flicked at Bengiman Pruce as she laughed hysterically. Then she stood up lifted her leg like an animal and urinated all over the floor.
"God Damn it!" They shouted.
Hays grabbed the thin blanket off her bruised body, covered in bite marks, wiping off the warm yellow piss as Bengiman opened up the hatch; which led to the small cargo hold in the belly of the plane. "Throw her down here! I can't stand the sight of her!" he said as Hays helped him pick her up tossing Melissa down into the hot darkness of the cargo hold with her blood and urine stained blanket. Melissa was happy to be away from them so she lay her bruised and battered body down using the blanket to stop the bleeding of her broken nose. It would take a little while for her to fall into a deep, painless, sleep but before doing so she prayed to God ,once more, asking him to please let her die quickly and if he would please make the plane crash that would be just wonderful. So she said her prayers, fell asleep, and dreamed a dream.
Monday, August 9, 2010
WHERE THERE'S TROUBLE End Chapter 2
Melissa was lost in her unconscious mind, she saw before her a long red brick wall, she was standing in the middle of the aisle, in the little prison chapel with long dark wooden pews on either side of her. Melissa approached the gurney at the end of the aisle; which was in front of a tiny altar. A pale blue sheet covered the body, as she came near she felt trapped in a strange feeling of a deep peaceful sadness. She reached down pulling back the soft cotton sheet uncovering the face of the dead man. She touched his handsome face; which was still warm to the touch. A tear rolled down her cheek as she bent down and kissed the father of her child on the cheek. She felt the tears fall on his face; which now began to fade to a whiter shade of pale as she reached down putting her hand under the cover to hold his cold dead hand in hers. Melissa said a prayer to her God to show mercy to the one she loved, just as she promised Charles she would do just before his execution. Melissa relived this day over and over again in her mind while she was knocked out on the little leather bench, with the thin blanket Hays had covered her with. It was when she felt a short, sharp, shock that she awoke as Hays pinched the inside of her arm, twisting the delicate skin with enough force to break it. Melissa tried to cry out in pain, but it was a hopeless effort as she realized she was bound by the tape at her mouth, ankles and wrists. She looked up and instantly recognized Hays from the trial and then she stared off in shock as she looked to her left where Bengiman Pruce sat glaring at her with pure malice and evil thoughts running through his mind.
"Good.., your awake." Mr.Pruce said as he spit in her face as she lie there feeling the warmth of his saliva burning her bloodshot eyes.
Melissa heard the sound of the jet engine over her beating heart; which ached with a pain as terrible as knife plunged through it when she realized her dire situation, it became clear to her now she would never see her son again. This was the most dreadful thought to her, and understanding he was gone from her forever, she closed her burning eyes and prayed for a quick and painless death. Any rage or hatred or instinct to survive she had fell away as if it were nothing ever, whatsoever to her. Melissa knew they had her, and Xation's family would never let her go. They had found her and now whatever happened to her next, she knew this all could only mean her life was over.
Now Hays and Bengiman watched Melissa as they pulled the little blanket off her throwing her down onto the floor of the aircraft. The two evil men felt a strange release in her body. She showed no tension or rigid stiffness from the pain of torture they inflicted upon her as she closed her eyes and gave up hope. Hays became very upset by this as he realized this woman was as strong and brave as Charles, and it was then he understood how the two of them made a perfect match. Hays knew he had to keep her alive for Xation's sister's abusive revenge but he felt the overwhelming urge to open up the cabin door and throw her out of plane just to hear her scream. But this is something he was not allowed to do so he and Mr.Pruce spent the next hour tormenting her flesh in various unspeakable manners. Melissa suppressed all the pain, sending her mind away to another place, and as they painfully violated her body she found herself sitting on a mountain top watching the sheep graze along the green hillsides below. She was gone.
"Good.., your awake." Mr.Pruce said as he spit in her face as she lie there feeling the warmth of his saliva burning her bloodshot eyes.
Melissa heard the sound of the jet engine over her beating heart; which ached with a pain as terrible as knife plunged through it when she realized her dire situation, it became clear to her now she would never see her son again. This was the most dreadful thought to her, and understanding he was gone from her forever, she closed her burning eyes and prayed for a quick and painless death. Any rage or hatred or instinct to survive she had fell away as if it were nothing ever, whatsoever to her. Melissa knew they had her, and Xation's family would never let her go. They had found her and now whatever happened to her next, she knew this all could only mean her life was over.
Now Hays and Bengiman watched Melissa as they pulled the little blanket off her throwing her down onto the floor of the aircraft. The two evil men felt a strange release in her body. She showed no tension or rigid stiffness from the pain of torture they inflicted upon her as she closed her eyes and gave up hope. Hays became very upset by this as he realized this woman was as strong and brave as Charles, and it was then he understood how the two of them made a perfect match. Hays knew he had to keep her alive for Xation's sister's abusive revenge but he felt the overwhelming urge to open up the cabin door and throw her out of plane just to hear her scream. But this is something he was not allowed to do so he and Mr.Pruce spent the next hour tormenting her flesh in various unspeakable manners. Melissa suppressed all the pain, sending her mind away to another place, and as they painfully violated her body she found herself sitting on a mountain top watching the sheep graze along the green hillsides below. She was gone.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
WHERE THERE'S TROUBLE Chapter 2 continues
At the restaurant Melissa had taken care of the bill and thanked all those in attendance of the group's successful meeting. After everyone had left she picked up her purse and went to the bathroom to wash her hands, as she always made a habit of doing so after shaking hands with people. As she entered the ladies room she noticed a tall blond woman standing at the vanity mirror. She was wearing very large dark sunglasses and a tight pale blue Chanel day suit and she smelled of the most exquisite perfume. Melissa smiled and commented, asking what scent she was wearing. Being friendly Melissa smiled as the woman responded to her question.
"Ah.., there you are wrong." the beautiful long haired woman smiled strangely as she said in a sultry Spanish accent "This is not perfume at all.., no, it is the oil from the Juba flower, which grows in the steaming jungles of South America." she said showing Melissa a tiny crystal bottle "Here, get a good smell of it." saying this the stranger handed the little bottle over to Melissa who held it up to her nose and inhaled deeply. Now here she smelled nothing whatsoever and as her mind tried to understand why this was so, it was too late. She was given ether and her mind was a rush of blood and pulsations, all went black as she fell to the floor dropping like a sack of potatoes. Melissa Christian lost consciousness as Felina smiled with delight calling Hays out of the stall; where he was hiding. He scooped Melissa up into his arms as Felina opened up the door and seeing the coast was clear they merely walked out the side exit of the restaurant; which just happened to be located steps from the ladies room. They were not noticed at all as they went to a long black car waiting for them.
Now it was about ten minutes later when Melissa's waiter noticed she had not returned to her table; where her cell phone kept ringing disturbing the other diners. He picked up the phone went to the ladies room where he knocked and upon entering he saw Miss Christian nowhere in sight, and her car was still at the valet. The young man had a terrible sinking feeling and it was only when he alerted his manager did they notify the authorities. It was around four when Oliver got a call from the police as they had used her phone to call her home number. Oliver went numb all over and he had a strange ringing in his ears as he realized what the officer was trying to explain that his cousin Melissa had vanished from the restaurant. He also explained they could not send out a missing persons report until 24 hours had passed. The officer surmised she had probably left with someone from the meeting, or ran into a friend, or such and such a theory. Oliver pleaded with the officer to issue the report, as Melissa was tied to the trial and the threat of retribution from Xation Day's family. Oliver was livid when he learned the Dallas Police would not issue an all points bulletin.
It was this fact, and lack of action, that aided Hays and Felina to drive Melissa to a small local municipal airport where their little jet was waiting. Hays carried the unconscious Melissa up on to the jet where he lay her down on a long leather bench along the back of the aircraft. Mr.Pruce looked down at Melissa, he felt an angry wave of pain and frustration welling up inside him, he took a roll of grey duct tape and bound her ankles and wrists together. Then he took three pieces of the strong tape placing these over her mouth. Hays went back to the long black car and said goodbye to Felina, who would be flying out of DFW Airport with Serena in two hours. Hays watched her drive off as he turned and climbed back aboard the Lear Jet. Off in the darkening sky, storm clouds were blowing in from the east, a thunder storm kicked up out of the Gulf of Mexico, it was a hot summer and hurricane season here in Texas and the Brazilian pilot was in a hurry to take off before the strong winds arrived. Hays covered Melissa with a thin blanket before he and Mr.Pruce buckled up as the little jet taxied down the runway. In a few minutes they were flying high above the city with their highly prized kidnap victim and Bengiman Pruce looked down at the land and he prayed to God that he would never have to come back to Texas anymore.
"Ah.., there you are wrong." the beautiful long haired woman smiled strangely as she said in a sultry Spanish accent "This is not perfume at all.., no, it is the oil from the Juba flower, which grows in the steaming jungles of South America." she said showing Melissa a tiny crystal bottle "Here, get a good smell of it." saying this the stranger handed the little bottle over to Melissa who held it up to her nose and inhaled deeply. Now here she smelled nothing whatsoever and as her mind tried to understand why this was so, it was too late. She was given ether and her mind was a rush of blood and pulsations, all went black as she fell to the floor dropping like a sack of potatoes. Melissa Christian lost consciousness as Felina smiled with delight calling Hays out of the stall; where he was hiding. He scooped Melissa up into his arms as Felina opened up the door and seeing the coast was clear they merely walked out the side exit of the restaurant; which just happened to be located steps from the ladies room. They were not noticed at all as they went to a long black car waiting for them.
Now it was about ten minutes later when Melissa's waiter noticed she had not returned to her table; where her cell phone kept ringing disturbing the other diners. He picked up the phone went to the ladies room where he knocked and upon entering he saw Miss Christian nowhere in sight, and her car was still at the valet. The young man had a terrible sinking feeling and it was only when he alerted his manager did they notify the authorities. It was around four when Oliver got a call from the police as they had used her phone to call her home number. Oliver went numb all over and he had a strange ringing in his ears as he realized what the officer was trying to explain that his cousin Melissa had vanished from the restaurant. He also explained they could not send out a missing persons report until 24 hours had passed. The officer surmised she had probably left with someone from the meeting, or ran into a friend, or such and such a theory. Oliver pleaded with the officer to issue the report, as Melissa was tied to the trial and the threat of retribution from Xation Day's family. Oliver was livid when he learned the Dallas Police would not issue an all points bulletin.
It was this fact, and lack of action, that aided Hays and Felina to drive Melissa to a small local municipal airport where their little jet was waiting. Hays carried the unconscious Melissa up on to the jet where he lay her down on a long leather bench along the back of the aircraft. Mr.Pruce looked down at Melissa, he felt an angry wave of pain and frustration welling up inside him, he took a roll of grey duct tape and bound her ankles and wrists together. Then he took three pieces of the strong tape placing these over her mouth. Hays went back to the long black car and said goodbye to Felina, who would be flying out of DFW Airport with Serena in two hours. Hays watched her drive off as he turned and climbed back aboard the Lear Jet. Off in the darkening sky, storm clouds were blowing in from the east, a thunder storm kicked up out of the Gulf of Mexico, it was a hot summer and hurricane season here in Texas and the Brazilian pilot was in a hurry to take off before the strong winds arrived. Hays covered Melissa with a thin blanket before he and Mr.Pruce buckled up as the little jet taxied down the runway. In a few minutes they were flying high above the city with their highly prized kidnap victim and Bengiman Pruce looked down at the land and he prayed to God that he would never have to come back to Texas anymore.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
WHERE THERE'S TROUBLE Chapter 2
Melissa sat at her desk in her study e-mailing the group she would be meeting for lunch at her favorite restaurant when she heard the smashing of glass coming from the kitchen. Startled she lept up and ran down the long hallway and as she turned the corner she gasped as she yelled out "Charles Michael Christian! What have you gotten into?"
"I want a piece of chocolate Mommy." her little boy said sweetly his big blue eyes bright and cheerful, as if to say, 'I have done no wrong here.' She looked at the broken lid to the heavy glass jar filled with chocolate kisses; which was scattered across the tile floor. Her naughty little boy had pulled over a dining chair up to the counter, of which he was now sitting atop. Not a safe place for a 3 year old.
"Dear, oh dear, you naughty boy. What will I ever do with you?" Melissa sighed shaking her head as she looked down at her clever child.
"You could give me a piece of candy." he laughed softly, holding out his tiny hand.
"Oh no, my son. We do not give rewards for bad behavior in this house! Little Mister. Now come help mummy clean this up." she instructed her son, who looked like a king who lost his crown when he found he could not have any candy. So he went, bringing his mother the broom and dust pan. Melissa swept away the mess, then sat her son down at the diningroom table and as she brushed a golden curl out of his eyes she thanked him and hugged him, then promised to give him a treat, when she got back from her lunch meeting, for helping her.
"But where are you going Mommy?" he asked annoyed she was leaving.
"I am having lunch with a fundraising commitee."
"What's that?" the curious boy asked.
"Well, a fundraising committee is a group of people that meet and talk about who they want to lend a hand to..., we mostly ask very rich people to give us money so we can take care of people who have no one else to help them."
"Oh..," he thought for a moment "Who are you helping Mommy?"
"Our committee is raising money for a shelter for homeless children here in Dallas." she answered happy her son was so clever and inquisitive.
"There's children that don't have homes?" he asked not sure she was telling him the truth.
"Yes, my son, lots." she sighed thinking she had said to much.
"Mommy, all children need a home and a family."
"Yes, you are absolutely correct sir, but still there are many boys and girls that need help."
Her son sat there a moment looking around his palatial home "But Mommy," he said holding his hands up "We have a big house, can't those little kids stay here, with us? I can share my toys."
Here Melissa laughed, a little teardrop forming in her eye as she realized what a good boy she had. Melissa had been worried to have him, but she saw no trace of evil whatsoever in the boy. She hugged him tightly telling him how much she loved him. "When I come home I will make you a banana split and then I'll read you a story, okay?"
"Yes! Hurry home Mommy! I love you." he said as he threw his arms around her neck and gave her kiss.
"I love you too!" Melissa picked him up in her arms as she stood up "Now, where is Oliver?"
"Uncle Oliver is outside playing with Cairo."
Melissa went out to the front lawn with her child and handed him over to Oliver whom she hugged and reminded not to stay out too long as it would reach 100 degrees soon, another blistering summer in North Texas. Then she said goodbye. As Cairo, her old greyhound, ran up to her dropping his drool covered tennis ball at her feet, Melissa picked up the wet ball and threw it hard and far under the shade of a tall Cottonwood tree. When Cairo returned with it he saw his mistress leaving. Cairo watched her get into her car, and as she drove off, her dog let out a strange plaintiff wail. Then, instead of bringing the ball to Oliver who was calling to him, Cairo went to the end of the long drive way and layed down by the mailbox looking in the direction Melissa departed. No matter what Oliver did to get the dog to come back into the house, out of the oppressive heat, the dog would not obey. There it stayed for two hours, and this troubled Oliver greatly as Cairo had never behaved in such a way. Now when three hours had passed and Melissa had not returned home and would not answer her cell-phone he became very uneasy.
"Why won't she answer her phone?" Oliver said aloud as he stared out the front window with no sign of Melissa and Cairo laying there waiting for her to return.
"I want a piece of chocolate Mommy." her little boy said sweetly his big blue eyes bright and cheerful, as if to say, 'I have done no wrong here.' She looked at the broken lid to the heavy glass jar filled with chocolate kisses; which was scattered across the tile floor. Her naughty little boy had pulled over a dining chair up to the counter, of which he was now sitting atop. Not a safe place for a 3 year old.
"Dear, oh dear, you naughty boy. What will I ever do with you?" Melissa sighed shaking her head as she looked down at her clever child.
"You could give me a piece of candy." he laughed softly, holding out his tiny hand.
"Oh no, my son. We do not give rewards for bad behavior in this house! Little Mister. Now come help mummy clean this up." she instructed her son, who looked like a king who lost his crown when he found he could not have any candy. So he went, bringing his mother the broom and dust pan. Melissa swept away the mess, then sat her son down at the diningroom table and as she brushed a golden curl out of his eyes she thanked him and hugged him, then promised to give him a treat, when she got back from her lunch meeting, for helping her.
"But where are you going Mommy?" he asked annoyed she was leaving.
"I am having lunch with a fundraising commitee."
"What's that?" the curious boy asked.
"Well, a fundraising committee is a group of people that meet and talk about who they want to lend a hand to..., we mostly ask very rich people to give us money so we can take care of people who have no one else to help them."
"Oh..," he thought for a moment "Who are you helping Mommy?"
"Our committee is raising money for a shelter for homeless children here in Dallas." she answered happy her son was so clever and inquisitive.
"There's children that don't have homes?" he asked not sure she was telling him the truth.
"Yes, my son, lots." she sighed thinking she had said to much.
"Mommy, all children need a home and a family."
"Yes, you are absolutely correct sir, but still there are many boys and girls that need help."
Her son sat there a moment looking around his palatial home "But Mommy," he said holding his hands up "We have a big house, can't those little kids stay here, with us? I can share my toys."
Here Melissa laughed, a little teardrop forming in her eye as she realized what a good boy she had. Melissa had been worried to have him, but she saw no trace of evil whatsoever in the boy. She hugged him tightly telling him how much she loved him. "When I come home I will make you a banana split and then I'll read you a story, okay?"
"Yes! Hurry home Mommy! I love you." he said as he threw his arms around her neck and gave her kiss.
"I love you too!" Melissa picked him up in her arms as she stood up "Now, where is Oliver?"
"Uncle Oliver is outside playing with Cairo."
Melissa went out to the front lawn with her child and handed him over to Oliver whom she hugged and reminded not to stay out too long as it would reach 100 degrees soon, another blistering summer in North Texas. Then she said goodbye. As Cairo, her old greyhound, ran up to her dropping his drool covered tennis ball at her feet, Melissa picked up the wet ball and threw it hard and far under the shade of a tall Cottonwood tree. When Cairo returned with it he saw his mistress leaving. Cairo watched her get into her car, and as she drove off, her dog let out a strange plaintiff wail. Then, instead of bringing the ball to Oliver who was calling to him, Cairo went to the end of the long drive way and layed down by the mailbox looking in the direction Melissa departed. No matter what Oliver did to get the dog to come back into the house, out of the oppressive heat, the dog would not obey. There it stayed for two hours, and this troubled Oliver greatly as Cairo had never behaved in such a way. Now when three hours had passed and Melissa had not returned home and would not answer her cell-phone he became very uneasy.
"Why won't she answer her phone?" Oliver said aloud as he stared out the front window with no sign of Melissa and Cairo laying there waiting for her to return.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
WHERE THERE'S TROUBLE End Chapter 1
As Hays was about to speak an icy chill ran down the length of his spine and, even though he was sunburned and feverish, his skin began to crawl as the little hairs on the nape of his neck stood up on end. He began to feel as if he were in a dream, talking through a fog, as he said. "It was the strangest thing, to sit behind the glass as this scene played out in front of us all. It was like we were watching a movie, it seemed so surreal. Then Charles, poetic 'til the end said 'Thank you all for coming to see me on my way.'" Hays paused as it was all so clear in his mind, he continued "Then he said 'Though I do not deserve your company, it was good of you to come.' he said ' I am sorry you have to witness this happen, I hope it brings you the satisfaction you deserve.' Charles asked them 'I hope you can remember me, one day, as I was, for I have loved you all.'" Hays paused once more as he looked over at Bengiman Pruce who sat there hanging on his every word. "It was all so bizarre. Then he said to Aphina, Serena and Felina 'If I had stopped, for one moment, to think how much pain and desolation I would cause you my dear sweet ladies, I tell you I should have shot myself in the head instead.' Then the injection took place.., it doesn't kill them as fast as you would think, because then he said, his eyes on us the entire time, 'Please pray for me, who loves you so!' then there was a quick silence and he took in a deep breath and said 'Life without meaning is pointless. Happiness and joy are priceless, but everything is Death to me. For I have never been afraid to die, but I have always been afraid to live.' Then Charles closed his eyes and he was gone.
Now the two sat there in silence staring at one another for a very long time. Hays could see the flashes of bitterness and rage in Bengiman's eye's as he watched his mind turning 'round the thoughts and endless question's in his head. "It was difficult,' Hays continued "the reporters in the room on their cell phones instantly relaying the story. We were shown out to our cars, it was over in about twenty minutes." Hays relayed a bit more of the story to him. "It was very strange. He was very brave." Hays commented thinking of all the fear in the eyes of the men he had brought to Death's door. They were all cowards, but not Charles he was different, deadly but different.
"So what happened to his body?" Mr.Pruce asked for some reason.
Hays laughed. "Melissa claimed his body, can you fucking believe it?"
"What? Who is this woman that she cares about Charles so much? What the fuck happened between those two?" Mr.Pruce fumed confused and unsure how Charles spent one night with this woman and the next day all Hell breaks loose. "What did she say to him? Why would Charles betray an entire family that took care of him and welcomed as one of their own?"
"That's what we would like to know." Hays said with a dark look of destruction in his eyes. "Bengiman! We're going back to Texas."
Mr.Pruce felt a terrible sinking in the pit of his stomach as he said in a whisper as tense as wire "I don't want to go back to Texas."
"Don't worry, we won't be there long. We'll be picking someone up." Hays smiled.
"Who?" Mr.Pruce asked with an overwhelming feeling this would end badly.
"Who do you think?"
Now the two sat there in silence staring at one another for a very long time. Hays could see the flashes of bitterness and rage in Bengiman's eye's as he watched his mind turning 'round the thoughts and endless question's in his head. "It was difficult,' Hays continued "the reporters in the room on their cell phones instantly relaying the story. We were shown out to our cars, it was over in about twenty minutes." Hays relayed a bit more of the story to him. "It was very strange. He was very brave." Hays commented thinking of all the fear in the eyes of the men he had brought to Death's door. They were all cowards, but not Charles he was different, deadly but different.
"So what happened to his body?" Mr.Pruce asked for some reason.
Hays laughed. "Melissa claimed his body, can you fucking believe it?"
"What? Who is this woman that she cares about Charles so much? What the fuck happened between those two?" Mr.Pruce fumed confused and unsure how Charles spent one night with this woman and the next day all Hell breaks loose. "What did she say to him? Why would Charles betray an entire family that took care of him and welcomed as one of their own?"
"That's what we would like to know." Hays said with a dark look of destruction in his eyes. "Bengiman! We're going back to Texas."
Mr.Pruce felt a terrible sinking in the pit of his stomach as he said in a whisper as tense as wire "I don't want to go back to Texas."
"Don't worry, we won't be there long. We'll be picking someone up." Hays smiled.
"Who?" Mr.Pruce asked with an overwhelming feeling this would end badly.
"Who do you think?"
Monday, August 2, 2010
WHERE THERE'S TROUBLE more chapter 1
Hays sat there a moment as he sipped his ice water before he began the story. Mr.Pruce leaned forward eager to hear the tale as Hays began. "Well, first of all it was in the fall, a clear crisp morning there in Texas as the guards led us through the prison gates. There was the family and myself, along with two reporters for the A.P. we were brought into the building first. Now Huntsville prison is huge! There are so many different buildings, all red brick with white trim, and the bars of course. It would be very easy to get lost..," he paused as a strong wind blew up off the ocean. "We were led to a plain red brick building with a sturdy metal door, each of us entered one by one. They showed us to a room that is painted white and has a long glass partition between the room and the death chamber. That room is painted a calming light blue color and has, in the middle of it, a long medical gurney with seven black straps. There is a wall between our room and the family of the prisoner. They have to be kept seperate, as you can understand. They are led in after us, before Charles was brougnt in." Hays paused as Mr.Pruce interupted with a question.
"Charles had a family? Did they come to watch?" he asked astonished.
"No." Hays said picking up the thread of his story. "No family, no brothers or sisters. His parents were long since dead, but there was one person." he shook his head.
"Who?" he asked his heart racing slightly as he sat wide eyed sipping his wine.
"That woman, Melissa Christian." he sighed "I don't know why, or how she was allowed to be there, but she was, and it was to her he made his first comments after they led him in and buckled him down to the table."
"What did he say to her?" Mr.Pruce asked his brow furrowed in confusion.
"Charles thanked her for helping him and convincing him to do the right thing. He apologized that he took another life before he turned himself in, and he told her he loved her and asked that she pray for his soul. We could all hear her crying from the other side of the thin wall; which made me want to punch a hole in it and spit at her." here he paused again Mr.Pruce seeing the seething anger in Hay's eyes as he recalled the day of the execution. He sighed and began again "Then he made his last statement to the family. Aphina could not look at Charles so she buried her head on Carlo's shoulder and wept. Serena watched him as she sat perfectly still next to me, I think she was in shock, a little. Felina, however, stood up as Charles spoke, and she approached the glass to get a better look at Charles as he lay on the table, arms stretched out at his sides, in the shape of a crucifix. Charles turned his head to the side to look at us and this is what he said." Hays stopped as he felt a lump in his throat and he suddenly felt extremely nauseous.
"Charles had a family? Did they come to watch?" he asked astonished.
"No." Hays said picking up the thread of his story. "No family, no brothers or sisters. His parents were long since dead, but there was one person." he shook his head.
"Who?" he asked his heart racing slightly as he sat wide eyed sipping his wine.
"That woman, Melissa Christian." he sighed "I don't know why, or how she was allowed to be there, but she was, and it was to her he made his first comments after they led him in and buckled him down to the table."
"What did he say to her?" Mr.Pruce asked his brow furrowed in confusion.
"Charles thanked her for helping him and convincing him to do the right thing. He apologized that he took another life before he turned himself in, and he told her he loved her and asked that she pray for his soul. We could all hear her crying from the other side of the thin wall; which made me want to punch a hole in it and spit at her." here he paused again Mr.Pruce seeing the seething anger in Hay's eyes as he recalled the day of the execution. He sighed and began again "Then he made his last statement to the family. Aphina could not look at Charles so she buried her head on Carlo's shoulder and wept. Serena watched him as she sat perfectly still next to me, I think she was in shock, a little. Felina, however, stood up as Charles spoke, and she approached the glass to get a better look at Charles as he lay on the table, arms stretched out at his sides, in the shape of a crucifix. Charles turned his head to the side to look at us and this is what he said." Hays stopped as he felt a lump in his throat and he suddenly felt extremely nauseous.
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