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Resurrection - Sarah Patrice
By: Anna Feie
I have a tale of resurrection, I don't really know where to start -
the beginning I suppose. My name is Sarah Patrice and I was
resurrected a few years ago. Let me go back in time several years, my
given name at that time was Patrick, I was a modestly successful
person involved in rehabbing houses then turning around to sell them
almost immediately. The real estate market was booming at the time, I
earned a good living. This all changed one project, one where I found
myself targeted for elimination.
It started when I bought a house from the bank, it had been
abandoned - since I was already in another project I waited nearly a
month and half to begin it. Between the purchase and the time I got
to the project, a meth (Methamphetamine) lab had been set up, a
rather sophisticated one at that. The police estimated from the
evidence the lab produced 20-25 pounds a cook, the best guess for its
life the lab produced 21 production runs. A production run/cook takes
48-50 hours. The total monetary reward for the villains was estimated
at $1.125 million dollars/cook or a total of $23.625 million. You can
check my facts; a hit is ? gram, a hit is worth estimated $25.00, the
total cook output per run is about 23 pounds or 10433 grams
approximately or (10433grams-.25grams/hit= 41732 hits). Have fun
doing the math.
The elimination of the lab put a serious dent in the villains plans,
the house had to be torn down since the lab becomes a toxic dump.
Even with the financial assist from the federal, state and local
authorities, the removal cost still hurt me financially. One night a
few weeks after the labs destruction, I was forcibly abducted from
the parking lot of a restaurant in broad daylight. I was put to the
test in a manner of speaking, when they thought I was past living I
was loaded into a truck and driven out to a remote area, there I was
thrown off a bridge into the mighty Allegheny.
The cold waters of the river kept me alive as I drifted downstream
till I was able to crawl out of the water. As the warmth seeped back
into my body, the blood started to flow again. I don't know what
force above or below kept me going, but I was able to extract myself
and get up to a house set back from the bank of the river. The owner
and her friend found me when the dogs started barking and whining. My
clothing was in rags, my wounds were gushing forth, I was barely
conscious when I was carried inside. I was set down on a bed after a
shower curtain was laid on it. As they peeled my clothing off a sgian
achlais, a Scottish knife, fell to the floor. My wounds were treated
to the best of Sally (owner) and (friend) Irene's abilities,
paramedics were summoned.
I was transported to the hospital via ambulance with police escort.
As I had no ID I was listed as "John Doe". The list of my injuries
included broken bones in my fingers, hands, wrist, ankle, knees, toes
and hip plus ribs. Also included was damaged to my spleen, a kidney,
and side-to-side slash across my neck. I went into a coma for nearly
a month to let my body heal following treatment and surgeries.
When I came to, I found the nurse bending over me checking my
vitals, she got a scare - dead men are not supposed to revive. A
doctor was summoned, immediately, just to be asked a zillion
questions and no information being given to me. The police were
called, a detective, who was on the case, arrived bearing a whole
list of desires and questions. I had several hours before the
interrogations began, I was able to gather my thoughts and give a
detail account of what happened. From the time I had been grabbed to
now, it had been nearly six weeks; I had been in the water for ten
hours according to several guesses.
My only visitors were Sally and Irene besides the police. My
business had been torched and bombed, my home had suffered the same
fate. It was thought best to keep me under wraps. It was believed
that a Mexican cartel was behind the attack. There were plenty of
suspects but no definitive proof. Someone had attempted to access my
banking and investments to cash them out, but they were met with a
wall of denial. I at least would not be destitute when I got out of
the hospital.
I had a long recovery period ahead of me; I had to find somewhere to
live preferably where no one would learn of my existence. Sally and
Irene arrived for a visit when it was being discussed where I might
go. I had family, but did not want to put my family at risk nor
friends. The authorities offered to relocate me; I declined that
invitation almost as quickly as it was offered. I asked Sally for a
road atlas of the 50 states and Canada, she had brought it with her
that day. The police saw it asking what I intended to do with it, I
simply said I had to find a place to live.
After the police left and the medical staff quit poking me, I wrote
out and gave to Sally and Irene instructions to my attorney and
banker. I used Irene's phone to call each one, the lawyer and bank
manager instructing them someone would arrive with ID and written
instruction for disposal of my affairs. To put it simply, I had an
offshore account set up for my eventual retirement I intended on
using it to help me disappear.
The discharge was set to happen three days later, I discharged
myself effectively immediately when I learned that my business and
affairs had been settled. I had Sally give to the hospital a check
equal to the cost of my stay and the doctor's fees. I walked out of
the hospital at approximately 4 AM after I woke up in a cold sweat
from a premonition.
I walked for a mile or two to an all night caf? and called a cab, I
had them take me to a hotel near the bus station. It was not the Ritz
but it wasn't a fleabag either. I paid for a week. I had to pay extra
because I had no luggage. I slept for a few hours then dressed and
walked out to the bus station and got a cab to the airport. I paid
for my ticket in cash for the first flight out to a distant city.
I arrived in Cleveland four hours later; not finding a suitable shop
for clothing, I rode the bus around the region till I got off at the
Cleveland Greyhound bus station. From there I walked several blocks
to an electronics store, I bought myself a laptop, a prepaid cell
phone & internet card. I next carried myself to a coffee caf? with
wifi access; there I conducted several searches for stores -
clothing, shoes, mall, luggage, food and transportation.
I did not consider myself safe or secure, I simply did not know whom
to trust. I was on the run from people unknown, was I to suspect
every Mexican looking person I saw... I think not. I walked to a
nearby steak house, after that I went to a pawn shop buying looking
for a particular item. I didn't find it, so I went to the next store
on my mental list - a cutlery store. I purchased a few items there,
especially several "throw-away" knives. We all have our fatal flaws,
knives are one of mine.
>From there I journeyed to a hiking/camping outlet buying myself a
pack, duffle and assorted items. I continued on to a hotel near the
outskirts of Cleveland, a rougher section of town. I stayed there a
couple days then moved on when I felt paranoid; during this time I
got myself other items I wanted - some tools and a rundown pickup
with temporary tags. I was worried but not terribly, I would dispose
of the truck in several days - it was more advantageous than
continuously using cabs and buses.
I had been on-the-run for nearly ten days when I left Cleveland
behind, I had a rust bucket of a truck. The truck's motor and
transmission had been overhauled and tweaked. In its bed, I had
several various lengths of dowel rods, broom handles, a shovel, an
axe, chainsaw, assorted hand tools and cordless power tools, a tarp
or thrice, cat litter, food, sleeping bag, etc. "Etc" includes the
unmentionables.
I drove southward through Ohio into Kentucky and Tennessee stopping
at various campsites/ campgrounds spending a night or two before
heading out again. I picked up a stray dog that wandered into the
campsite one night while I was in Kentucky. The dog and I hit it off,
she was hungry for food, I was hungry for companionship. She stayed
with me that night. I took her to a veterinary the next day. I
learned it was suspected that she had some coyote in her lineage. Her
coat color was a rust brown, beautiful hazel eyes and a ruff coat she
weighed 38 pounds.
We found each other's company just what the doctor ordered. While
she was spending my money and her time at the veterinary, I happened
on a living history event. I was taken by the beauty, industry and
crafts of the event. I saw handmade flintlocks, knives, clothing,
footwear, foodstuffs, packs and tentage. I spent several hours
prowling the grounds. I had never been exposed to anything like this.
I bought a great many items - clothing, knives, a Kentucky flintlock
(.58 caliber) plus a Fowler (.62), beautiful guns and workmanship. I
found myself wanting to immerse myself in this bygone world - I did.
When I picked up Suzie, as I decided to call my dog, I was dressed a
buckskin shirt, jeans and moccasins. I looked positively
disreputable. I paid the vet and we left heading towards into
Tennessee. I camped the first night in Tennessee near Castalian
Springs. We, Suzie and I, had a little war ongoing; she hated wearing
a leash, but campground rules had to be followed. It was in Nashville
that I got rid of the Jimmy, I chose a newer truck - a Toyota. I
spent several days having the truck overhauled and ready for the next
leg of my flight.
I turned eastward heading towards North Carolina, stopping often -
venturing up into Virginia and Kentucky to see the sights. When I was
near a town, I would turn on the laptop and surf the net looking for
any information about my situation. I talked with Sally and Irene a
few times, but I did not disclose my location. A couple of times, I
let paranoia drive me to pack up during the night and drive away. I
was still having nightmares.
It was during these days that I thought to make changes in myself.
My hair had grown out to shoulder length, I had a beard, my face
darkened with sun, I lost weight from my plight. One night in
Knoxville, I decided that a beard was not for me, I want a haircut
also.
After Suzie and I had bedded down for the night, someone came
pounding on my door, I checked the peephole with Suzie growling next
to me. It appeared to be a drunk, but I refused to open the door - I
called the desk, but got no answer - so the police were called, I
reported where I was, someone was pounding on my door trying to get
in and no one answered at the desk. They sent out a car to
investigate, the person left after he got a call from someone.
The police came up to speak with me, I told them what I heard and
saw - a report was taken. When they examined my ID, I learned there
was bulletin out on me, the Pennsylvania state police feared that I
was missing due to my early checkout from the hospital. I was
detained for questioning. My whereabouts were given to the
authorities in Pennsylvania.
Because I had done nothing wrong, I was granted leave to go back to
the hotel, first picking up Suzie from impound. They put an officer
outside of my hotel to keep me safe so they said.
I remained in Knoxville for approximately an extra 7 hours after I
was released, then we left. I headed towards Johnson City and some
changes. Once I hit Johnson City, I found a site for Suzie and me, we
slept for a few hours. I next went into a barber shop/hair salon
asking for a shave and haircut.
I got the shave first, then I was transferred over to another for
the hair cut, before they could start I had an epiphany - I saw a
feminine face looking at me from the mirror. I changed my mind and
had my hair washed and cut in a feminine style. I asked about brows
being shaped, they did that as well - so I now have two very narrow
arcs over my eyes.
I paid for the services; I drove to a WalMart there shopping for
clothes. Underwear, jeans, shoes, tops went into my basket. I next
headed out to a store that sold breast prostheses and bras to women,
who had lost one or both of their breasts. I concocted a story for
these salespeople, I am sure they believed me - not!
I was fitted for bra and forms. Och! They are expensive. I chose a B
cup in a bra size 40. I went back to a Kmart that I had driven by;
there I purchased a few items of makeup - basically just lipstick,
powder, blush and mascara. I went back to the motel and Suzie, she
growled at me - guess she did not recognize me. Och!
I told her to be quiet, I wasn't really happy with the changes
either. I knew I had to get some lessons in makeup and deportment if
I was to pass better in the female role.
We left the next day, heading westward along back roads. Camped the
next night at Indian Hills, then turned northward towards Virginia. I
changed my mind on that destination; I headed out the next morning
towards the tri-city area of North Carolina. There I reasoned I could
lose myself for a few weeks till I put forth a better presentation of
myself.
Suzie and I drove none stop to W-S in North Carolina, we put up at a
motel. I took her out for a walk, picking up a newspaper and some
food for us. I got a wolf whistle, guess I was improving. Back at the
motel, I spread out the newspaper looking through the news, the want
ads looking to see what was new.
I read a report that a man and wife had been blown up while in their
vehicle; the vehicle was a Jimmy pickup - same model and year I had
sold. I almost decided to run again, but I knew I had to work on my
presentation skills and the like.
I found an apartment that permitted dogs, it was small - 2 bedroom,
bath, living room and kitchen for $650, I was to pay an extra $50 for
Suzie. I got it on a short-term lease cause I paid for it in full. I
found work as a short order cook in an all night caf?. I put the
Toyota into a rented garage, securing my stuff in the extra bedroom
of the apartment.
I took Suzie to a dog trainer for obedience training. I planned on
making a stand here if need be. Using my tools, I secured my
apartment to the best of my abilities. As I did, I noticed that my
nails were awful - I made an appointment for a manicure. When I got
to the shop, I let them talk me into a pedicure as well. Walking out,
my nails had extensions and a lovely neutral color.
Each step I took into the world of womanhood felt like I was on a
slippery slope. I didn't know I was going to survive.
My looks are nothing spectacular, but attractive nonetheless. I have
taken to wearing my hair down or pulled up and in a ponytail. I keep
my nails trimmed and manicured; my makeup is light and fresh. Outside
of work, I wear blouses/tops and pants/slacks - abhor skirts/dresses.
Only at work do I wear tee shirts with jeans. My favorite footwear
are sandals, athletic shoes at work and moccasins for everywhere
else.
I have stayed in contact with Sally and Irene via computer; I found
out that Sally's home has been burglarized on several occasions.
Once, Sally got off a shot with a shotgun - she thinks she hit the
perpetrator. Since then her house has not been broken into. I also
learned that one of her beloved mutts had been poisoned, the vet
thinks it was antifreeze.
The last time we exchanged email, I told her I would be returning to
the area by September. It is now May, so I got my work ahead of me. I
have been on the run for a few months, I am going back to fight for
my life and those who care for me.
I have noticed several unfriendly looking individuals in the last
week; Mike the owner of the restaurant is giving me worried looks. I
think it might be time for me to leave again. I bring Mike and Flo,
his wife, into the fray - telling them what is going on. Mike offers
to stand by me since I have become a friend and member of the family
as he puts it. Flo is ready to teach these people a lesson as well.
Erika, Kay and Fae want to cut their balls off, Jose is keeping his
cleaver at hand. I think I would not like to be these villains.
On Saturday last, late night we do a landslide business with the
college kids, partyers, etc. Most drunks are sweet to us; we often
give them a cup on the house, a place to snooze or a ride home
without expectations of payment.
It was Jose, Mike, and I on the shift; Fae was running a couple
regulars home. Around 4:00 in came several swaggering Hispanics, one
stood by the door on watch out. The other fanned out attempting to
cover everyone in the caf?. Jose came out from the back with a load
of plates that had just come out of the dishwasher. Mike was on the
grill; I was working the counter and tables. They announced that they
were there for me, ordering us to turn "me" over to them, Jose
reacted first - he dropped the plates. Grabbing plates he began to
throw them as if they were Frisbees, he took out the plate glass in
the door before the next plate took the lookout in the neck.
I had the chance to throw a full pot of coffee on a couple of
hooligans before they could react, then I laid the pot along side the
head of one putting him to the floor with a spilt head. Mike came
roaring over the counter, terrorizing the others to flight. They tore
for the door, outside they ran into a couple patrol cars, their own
driver and car were already secured.
The police arrested the lot, wanting to know what the hell was going
on; Mike did the introductions and told them what had happened and
why. They claimed we had attacked them without reason. I stepped up,
informing the police I was being pursued by people unknown for
reasons of escaping their retribution. I told the officers about who
I was, what I had discovered and what had been done. I told them
about being kidnaped, beaten, sodomized, slashed and thrown off a
bridge by the gang. I then told how I spent time in the hospital
recovering from my injuries; how I gave testimony against those who I
could remember and that I took to the road to stay alive. I guess now
was the time to go home. It was July.
With the help of Mike and Jose, the trial was able to start in a
matter of weeks. With the support of Flo, Mike, Jose and the girls I
was able to face these defendants and accuse them of trying to kill
me. The defense lawyer without mercy interrogated me, he claimed his
clients only had come in to look for a friend of theirs; it was
simply happenstance that we shared the same name. Laughable, very
laughable his claim. The jury returned a verdict of guilty in less
than 40 minutes; the several defendants were to be sentenced next
week. I was told I was not needed for the sentencing phase. A few
days later, I left town traveling northward, it was now August.
I had changed; I was now comfortable with the new "me". I had
blossomed under the pressure, finding the strength not just to
survive but also to thrive. I was headed homeward to an uncertain
future, but I would go with my head high. I knew by following the
trends in the papers, the housing market was softening after so many
years of boom. Unemployment was on the rise, prices were on the rise
to; I could only guess what I would do when I got back home. I knew I
would not change my appearance, but had plans to change my name to
fit a new "me".
The drive homeward was uneventful, I got up to Sally's home pulling
into the driveway - she had heard the truck pulling in on the gravel
drive. She met me with dogs at her side; Irene was behind her with a
shotgun available. I stepped out shutting Suzie in the cab walking
forward announcing myself.
Sally ran forward, the dogs bounding next to her surrounding me,
sniffing my smells, Irene walked forward with the shotgun still in
her hands. I was warmly welcomed by all, chastised by the girls for
not putting my faith in them. Before I went up to the house with
them, I let Suzie out of the truck to be overwhelmed by the dogs,
they sniffed her - deciding she was ok they all bounded off to play.
We went into the house, sitting in the kitchen, talking & drinking
coffee eating fattening goodies.
The dogs put up a fuss barking at something outside. We looked
outside; a police vehicle was coming up the drive. Irene picked up
the shotgun again handing it to me and taking another from behind the
door. Before Sally went out, she slipped a pistol I had not noticed
in her pocket. The dogs were called back to the house, taking up
position between the officers and us.
They walked up to the porch, asking if I was "Patrick", I replied
affirmative to that. They claimed that they had an arrest warrant for
me cause I had escaped from their custody. I opened my phone and
called the local substation of the state police, asking them when
after I had explained who I was and why the call if there was a
warrant out for me. They replied in the negative. The officer on the
phone told me to try to hold "officers" there while a car was
dispatched.
Everything was becoming intense, the "officers" were antsy - I
suspected something was not right. I had just turned when Suzie went
off around the house barking like she was after someone, I heard a
sharp retort of a gun with a whine following. I headed towards the
noise and Suzie; I hoped Sally and Irene could hold the others. As I
rounded the corner a Mex came around, we ran practically into each
other. He had a pistol at the ready, I hit him with the butt of the
shotgun dislodging teeth, feeling his jaw shatter. I spun the shotgun
around pulling off a round or two at the next one, I believe I hit
him - he certainly acted like he had been hit with something caustic.
He turned and ran. I hoped Sally and Irene were doing okay.
Sirens were heard in the distance, coming closer to the house. Cars
came careening up the drive, sliding to a stop, the officers in the
car jumping out with drawn pistols. Another one bit the dust!! It was
discovered that there were 5 in the group and we had taken 3 of them.
It was believed that one was hit, blood of that suspect was found but
no other sign. Sally and Irene had held their weapons on the phony
officers after I had taken off the opposite way.
A car had been found along side the road about a mile from the
house. It appeared that the suspects had been living out of the car
for a few weeks from the garbage found in it. Among the garbage were
several pieces of paper that pointed towards other members of the
group. It was not until later that the true worth of the evidence
found would come to light... they had a firm link to the head person.
It was learned that this head person was my bookkeeper, Alex, she
had become a meth addict - then she kicked the habit but decided that
she liked the money. She had become the girl friend of the local
representative of a Mexican cartel, she put together the lab, found a
down on their luck chemistry teacher to do the cooking and train
others in proper procedures. After this had happened, she decided
that she rather run the group, she killed the leader taking his place
in the gang promising the cartel greater profits. That had lasted
till she decided to put a lab in one of my houses, then it became a
priority to kill me - it was thought I could identify her as a
member. Little did I remember?
After all was over, the court cases, the sentencing; I decided to
remain in the area of Sally & Irene. I found that I valued them as
friends and family.
I did have one or two matters to clear up, the most important one
was a change of name - hence the name Sarah Patrice. The other item
on my agenda was a home nearby. I found with the girls help a log
home on 34 acres of land with the Allegheny bordering one side.
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