The Night Hell Raised. Rated R part one

He’s a sick bastard, no two ways about it. That is ONE SICK PUPPY. I said to myself , puffin’ on my stogy like I do every time I’m thinkin’ like this. Least that’s what I’ve been told.

My day started off fine until that damn phone call. Fuckin’ CELLS! Sometimes I just want to SMASH mine with a hammer. I growl in anger, as I often do when I’m pissed.

Was with my girl last night, She’s crazy about me, Has been since the day we first met. LOL She was just a kid then. Me, I’m as old as dirt, don’t know what she wants me for sometimes. Then she reminds me and all I can say is I ain’t too old to remember how! I laugh when I think about just how much I know. Yep, that’s what she wants with me, I’m sure of it.

I wake up with the birds. Usually I just get up and start my day, do what I do. Nothin’ special. Lately she’s been here and when I open my eyes I just hold her close and listen to the birds chirpin’ as the sun rises. Soon my room is bright and I can see her face . Her eyes are closed and she sleeps soundly. Never a change in her breathin’, ‘til I lean over and kiss her softly on her cheek.

Wakes her up every time. She says my wispy facal hair tickles her, whatever that means. I just laugh at the remark. Then we make love. The girl is always hot and ready whenever I want her. I love that about her.

Yep, started off a great day. Then that DAMN phone has to go off, screamin’ in my ears! She tells me don’t pick it up. I tell her I can’t. I made a commitment and I have to honor that. It’s part of who I am. She knows that. I don’t go back on my word.

I pick up the phone. Fella on the other end is an old army chum. We go way back. I’m talkin’ too far back to think of ourselves as anything less than brothers.

He apologizes for the early rise, and I give a grunt of “get to the point”. He tells me he has a friend whose daughter was killed and he needs my help.

He gives me a few details and we set up a meetin’ spot to speak on it further. Sometimes things are best said in person, it’s more private that way, if ya get my meanin’.

I kiss my girl and get up, start gettin’ dressed. She watches my every move. I turn to her after zippin’ up, and smile as I slip on my white T and black boots. She smiles back. A final kiss, couple of “I love yous”, and I’m off.

I meet my buddy at the local coffee house. It’s an old place, been around maybe as long as I have. If that’s even possible.

“What ya drag me out of bed for, bub? I WAS havin’ a great day ‘til you had ta go and spoil it,” I stated through my teeth.

My friend knows me well, he just laughs and says, “She’ll be there when you return, soldier!”

He’s right.

I look at him waitin’ for the scoop. He orders two black coffees. After the waitress is gone, he spills it.

“I need your help, soldier, if you can’t find him, he’ll get away with it. We need you to go to Mexico, sniff him out. That’s the last place he was seen.”

The 3 girls went on a trip. They were tracked. Ended up in the wrong town. Real wrong. One of the girls got away the other 2 were killed. And that’s putting it nicely.

“The girl that got away managed to get all the way to the border.”

My eyes narrow at this point, I’m thinkin’ something stinks here. “Why didn’t she just go straight to the cops, why bring us into it?”

He sighs, then spills a little more. “It’s because of how the other girls were killed. She knows I’m a friend of her father and he KNOWS I have connections to people like you.”

Whenever my friend says that, “People like me”, I know he ain’t talkin’ about a boy scout troop.

People like me? Well there just ain any. I’m the guy. That’s all, just me.

Tells me one thing here. This isn’t about justice, it’s about revenge.

I look my buddy in the eyes and ask him point blank. “You askin’ me to hunt him down for ya, or are ya telling me to take out the trash?”

He answers me right away, like he’s been knowin’ the answer for quite some time now. “Which ever gets the job done,” he states with a straight face.

I nod and we shake hands on it.

First thing I want to know is, “How”. How were the two girls killed?

My buddy tells me the gory details. Details that set my very soul blazing with something beyond anger. RAGE, Pure rage. Now that’s not the kind of state you want a guy like me to be in. But seems to be workin’ swell for my old pal.

A rail road spike is about 6 – 7 inches long. It was designed for laying track not little girls. Seems to be a trend on that side of the border. Sledge hammer a rail road spike through the head and rape the victim as their body is twisting and dying.

I’ve seen some sick things in my day. Had sick things done to me as a P.O.W but, I ain’t NEVER heard of somethin’ this sick.


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This 7 part story is based on true events I learned about while watch a crime documentary. I felt terrible and wished there was something that could be done to theses jerks that would hurt as bad as what they gave.

So I am writing this in honor of the victim the report was about.

Please be warned there are some gruesome scenes in this story.


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