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As soon as 911 connected, I thought better of it. What would we tell
them? I couldn't think of a single thing that would be believable. We
went into Linda's house, and she held me, while I sat and shook. How
was I supposed to defend myself as a 12-yr.-old? Her Mom called my Mom,
who rushed over. She said, "I didn't want for this to happen, but I
guess we have no other choice. I know you know how to use this as
David, we're just going to see if the instincts carry over." She pulled
her hand out of her purse, and was holding a tiny revolver. I knew what
it was. A Ruger .22 five shot. It wasn't any bigger than a lot of
derringers. I knew where it had come from. I said, "This used to be
mine, didn't it? You had to have gotten it from my old house." She
said, "Yes, it seemed prudent at the time. I wasn't going to give it to
you until I was sure you needed it, and wouldn't use it on me." That
did make me smile a little, but I was barely away from a full panic. At
least with school out, I didn't have to worry about carrying it there.
I said, "What now? We can't just react anymore. We need to start
thinking of some way to go after them." She said, "I have an idea, but
first, we need to go somewhere and see if you're still any good with
that."
That wasn't as hard as it might sound in "normal" America. We were in
SW Colorado, in the four corners area. Their little coven had managed
to come here, and even grow, in an area that was as remote and huge as
this. The Navajo, whose land was near, respected them. Anyway, you
could drive a couple miles out of town in any direction, and find
somewhere to shoot. We set up out of town a ways, and it turned out
that with almost no kickback, I had no trouble getting back to being
good with it. I wasn't great, but I could place my shots. Someone was
going to get a very nasty surprise. We went to a local caf? for dinner.
I was still getting used to Tanya's smaller appetite. I was also very
conscious that I was wearing a bikini under a t-shirt. It made me even
more nervous that some of the men were paying more attention to me than
Linda. Even though we were the same age, she was definitely taller, and
looked at least a year older. I thought she was prettier, too. But, I
knew the kind of people that were out there. In my old life, a few of
the contracts were hits on some of them. Those ones, I'm sure, were the
ones in Hell. I felt a thrust that could have only come from the other
Tanya, telling me that I was right. If someone like that started paying
too much attention, don't hesitate to shoot- I wasn't there with this
second chance to go out that way.
We finally went home, dropping Linda and her Mom on the way. Mom took
me into what she now told me was the spell room, and cast what looked
like a simple spell. She said, "This is a protection spell. It is
better than an alarm system. No one can get in magically, or
physically. If they somehow made it, the spell would wake us up." I
felt better. I went into my room, and turned on my laptop. I knew I
could possibly use some of my old sources, but since I was "dead", it
wouldn't exactly be easy. I called Mom into the room, and asked, "I
don't suppose any of your friends are hackers? I need to hit some of my
old sources, but obviously, no one can be able to trace it back." She
smiled and said, "Of course. I'll have him come right over." I played
on the computer, exploring some of Tanya's interests, when I heard the
doorbell. A minute later, my Mom came to my door with a man who smiled
and said, "I hear you have a problem. Don't worry, I don't want to know
details. My wife is part of the coven. If it's connected to that, I'm
fine with helping you. I'll give you a setup that no one will ever
trace back here." Mom and I left him to work. We went into the living
room and she told me, "He doesn't know about you. He is just a normal
person who loves his family, and is helping because he can, and we are
friends." I had never had friends like this, at least not in my adult
life. Seeing what I had been missing was starting to hurt.
I had just started looking for something else to read, when I smelled
popcorn popping. I went into the living room, where Mom was about to
settle in. She asked, "Do you want to watch a movie? Surely there are
some that will appeal to you." I told her, "Actually, I want to talk.
I know I don't deserve the chance you've given me, or that you seem to
care, but I want you to know more than just the very basics that you
have figured out about me." She said, "I would like that. You are
growing on me, and not just because you're in my daughter's body. I
wonder what made you what you were." I said, "It's a heck of a story."
"I don't know what kind of home you grew up in, but mine was pure hell.
I didn't always look like I did when I died. I was fat, and just plain
homely when I was growing up. I had two sisters, one of them was a year
or two younger than me, the other was six years younger. I didn't
realize until much later the connection between how much older my father
was than me, and the difference between his age and my Mom's. They had
me when he was 20, and she was 13. She was 12 when he got her pregnant.
He had to marry her to avoid going to prison. They both hated me, and
abused me from a young age. Because of my size, no one cared about me,
since I wasn't popular. Then, my first sister, Kristen, came along. I
don't know what he did for partners when my Mom got to be too old for
his tastes, but she started to grow at 11, and, well, you know the
story. There were a few nights when she would come in and crawl into my
bed, hoping I would protect her, but I couldn't do anything. Then, it
happened. I went to school one day, and my Mom and Dad insisted she
stay at home. They called her in sick. She was found the next day, in
the park, the apparent victim of a rapist- murderer. They investigated
what looked like older trauma, but when nothing seemed to turn up with
my youngest sister, they didn't pursuit it. I was scared to death that
I was next. They watched me like a hawk. Then, a couple of years
later, when they thought it was safe, it became my youngest sister
Paige's turn. I was ready to graduate, and move out, but didn't really
have anywhere to go. I was continually beaten, and told I would die
badly if I told. Since my Dad, and probably my Mom, were obviously
killers, I didn't know where to go. I finally ran away from home. I
left in the middle of the night, and immediately hit the road. I knew I
was better off going somewhere else. I finally wound up in Albuquerque
after a few years. I had done some things that were terrible to
survive. Not murder yet, but just what I allowed to be done to me, and
did to others sexually. But, I found a program there. It was a place
that allowed me to get a place off of the streets. This part is my
fault- they gave me a chance to become something, but it was a roommate
situation. My roommate was a professional thief. He took a liking to
me, and because he had had some kind of accident, I finally didn't have
to worry about sex to get something. I took care of everything,
cleaning, cooking, etc., and he taught me everything he knew. He was
old enough to be my father, and told me that he had lost a son to drugs
a few years ago. Then, it happened. Someone killed him. It was for
the money we had from the last theft he had taken me on, and a small
stash of pot. I don't know if it was the years of abuse, or genetics,
but it didn't take me long to figure out who did it. One thing I had
been working on while in the program, was a free martial arts program.
I had also lost a lot of weight over the last few years. I confronted
my friend's killer, and beat him to death. I knew enough to take care
of any evidence, and traded some of the loot from our stash for an
alibi.
It was fairly easy after the first time. With a knack for stealth, that
was instinctive, I was already quickly becoming a great thief. This
started allowing me to take a job from a local gang- banger to hit a
rival, who was impossible to get to. Let's just say that he was one of
the people I saw in Hell. Then, a local collector who had heard of me,
offered me a big chunk of cash, plus expenses, to go out of town after a
piece of art in another collector's collection. That was my first
innocent life. I didn't go after him on purpose, but he surprised me,
and well, you know, no witnesses... Anyway, it just snowballed after
that. My conscience got hardened. I killed the first woman in a
robbery, but then I decided I might as well take some contracts on them
as well. And believe me, they weren't all innocent by any means. Then,
after years of ignoring my parents, I got a contract in my home town. I
was to go after a prostitute who was scheduled to testify against her
pimp, who was powerful in his gang. When I found her, I found to my
horror, that it was my sister Paige. She didn't recognize me- I had had
plastic surgery, and with all of the weight loss, she had no idea. I
couldn't just kill her. I told her who I was. She was a victim, and
family, not a bad person. But, she cried, and told me that I would be
granting her mercy. She begged me to do it. I didn't believe in God,
or anything else, but I knew if I killed her, it would be the end of me
inside. I left. But, I found out the next morning, before I left town,
that she had jumped out of the window to her death. I went to my old
home I was raised in to confront my parents at last. I broke into the
house in the middle of the night, and searched the house. I kept
thinking I heard crying, and went down to the basement. There, I found
a 13-yr.-old girl handcuffed to a bed. She was naked. I quickly
covered her with a blanket when she started to scream, and told her she
was going to be alright. I asked her how long she had been there. She
said it had been a couple of days. She had already been raped by my
Dad, but there was no way to let her clean up at the moment. I didn't
have time to look for keys to the cuffs, but I did see bolt cutters on
my Dad's workbench. Her clothes were on a pile on a chair, so I turned
my back while she got dressed. I told her to go outside while I took
care of something. She said, 'You're going to kill them, aren't you?
If you are, I have a right to watch. I'm not the first, even among my
friends. They're killers who have been doing this for a long time'. I
may have been being rough, but I thought she was right. I brought a
couple of pair of handcuffs that I found with me, and we went upstairs.
My parents were both there. I kicked the end of the bed hard, and they
both woke up to find a gun in each of their faces. I forced them to let
the girl handcuff them to the bed, and through each other's arms. My
Dad said, "Who the hell are you? You shouldn't have let her go- you
don't know who you're messing with'. I told them in some very nasty
language what I thought of them, and then told them who they were
dealing with. I had developed a code name in the underworld, the
"Ghost." They had heard of that. But, then I told them the rest. I'm
also David, you're son. I've come to call you're number up for Kristen,
and Paige, and this girl, and all the rest. They asked if I was getting
paid by someone for this, and I turned to the girl and asked her if she
had any change. She pulled a few pennies and other change out of her
pocket. I took two of the pennies out of the change, and gave her back
the rest. I told her, congratulations, you just hired me to kill them.
I didn't know how she would react, but she gave a little smile. They
began to yell, and struggle, but I pulled out my .22 and shot him in the
groin, and her in the stomach. I then said, "Here's an advance on where
you'll be shortly." I had brought a gas can up from the basement, and
poured it around the bed. I lit a match, and took off. I knew that the
girl didn't need to see what came next. I found out from her where she
lived, and took her home. When they heard a sanitized version of what
happened, the parents conveniently forgot what I looked like. I guess
it didn't matter, as on paper, David didn't exist anymore, but it felt
good that I had done some good, and saved someone. Mom thought about
that, and said, "Maybe that's part of why you're being given a second
chance- the people you got justice for."
I finished the story with a few more sentences- there really wasn't much
more. It was a few years later that I was hired to steal the book, and
now, here we were. Mom's friend who had been working on the computer
came into the room while we were watching a movie (Believe it or not,
"Nim's Island- I'd always had a taste for really good family films, and
that was one of my favorites). He said, "I've finished. There is
virtually no way that anyone can back track anything to you here." He
then went home. I was ready to jump right in, although I felt really
tired, but Mom said, "You are too tired. Off to bed, now. You can do
it in the morning." I started to protest, but realized that she was
right, and knew what this body could handle. I went to bed, and to
sleep, fairly easily. I don't remember all my dreams, but more memories
of Tanya came through. For some strange reason, it wasn't really
bothering me anymore.
I woke up in the morning, ready to tackle the day. Mom made breakfast,
and then I went to the computer. I navigated my way through the new
security, and then checked to see if an old acquaintance was online. He
was. I had used his services before. But, I never completely trusted
him. I was pretty sure that he played both sides at times. He was
shocked to here from me. He said, "Dude, I don't know where you totally
disappeared to, but the people who hired you didn't buy that story that
you just 'died', and were cremated. They are looking for you." I told
him, "You wouldn't believe what happened if I told you." Knowing that
Mom had cleaned out my accounts, and had the money stashed, I told him,
"I will pay you $50,000 to find out who is behind this." He said, "It
doesn't matter what you pay me. I already know that it was contracted
through the Denver mob, but by someone very powerful, so powerful that
it scares the crap out of them. I don't know what you got yourself
into, but if it scares these people, it's very bad." I signed off, and
told Mom what I had found. I could she was wrestling with something,
and finally said, "I've never told you about Tanya's father."
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