Wrongful Kiss Chapter 9 : Birth of a Mad Man September 12th 2011
This Monday night, in the month of
September, 2011, was not really the birth of a mad man. No, David was born many
years before this day.
David was born in 1977, on June 18th. This made him now thirty four years old, with only a few more days left, before he could add three months to the count. But what did a few days matter in the end.
He was mad, and that was a sure thing. Mad as a man can be and not be totally out of his mind. But it would be better to call this day the birth of a madder man, because that was what David was, madder than hell.
David had left the bar Friday night because he knew he was not going to get anywhere with Kelly. And too many people had already seen him with that Mona girl. He knew that he was in a no win game with those two that night.
But he was hungry also. He needed someone. And that bitch boy in the restroom had only made him need someone that much more.
After leaving the bar, David drove all the way across town, to the south side and started hunting. But the trouble had been worth it.
David now set beside a large king size bed. In the bed was a girl. She was pure white. David had chosen her for a reason. One of those reasons was the fact that she was white.
David knew that the police had found the other three girls.
Just today there was a report that a serial Killer was lose in town.
The police were keeping the details a secret but had released a warning to be on the watch. The report said that three young girls had been found in separate locations and had been murdered. All three were of mixed race and were believe to have been murdered by the same person.
The report also said that each girl had been last seen alone in a bar. And there was reports that a knife had been used in the murder.
The police had tied the three girls together and knew there was one killer for all three girls, or if there were more than one killer, then they would have to be working together, and targeting only mix raced girls. No other details were given.
The first three had been of mix race for that reason. He knew that the cops would be watching now for the disappearance of a mix race girl, and that is why this girl was white. A pure white girl turning up missing would not be tied into the killings until she was found. And that might be weeks.
The house David was in was a good distance away from the nearest neighbor. Not that it mattered. He never turned the lights on. He used only candle light. And even if someone did notice him in the house, he had permission to be there. Not him, the real him, But the David him.
The house was owned by an older lady that was out of town for several weeks on a cruse with her daughter and new son in law. She was not due back for another two weeks.
David had hacked into the computer of the cruse line and found this ladies name. Then checking her out he found her address and every other little bit of data about her he wanted to know on the computer.
Then using her computer internet account, he sent himself a letter giving him permission to be here and all the security alarm codes. She even signed the letter her self.
Of course she had no ideal what she was doing.
David was a computer genius. He could have worked for any of the large computer security company he wanted, and he did. He was a private consultant on computer security, so really he worked for them all. This gave him access to all kinds of top level data bases. And he used them.
At thirty four years of age, David did not have to work. The only reason he did so was because he needed the cover for his real mission. That mission was to rid the world of as many whores as he could.
Not prostitutes, he had no problem with prostitutes. A man knew where he stood with a prostitute. It was just business. He could understand this.
David’s problem was with the whores. Those were the ones he hated. The ones that went to bars and picked up a stranger and then took them home to fuck. Those were the ones he hated.
David had known whores all his life. His own mother was a whore. Julia was a whore. They had broken his heart. Now he would break their hearts and the hearts of their entire sister-hood of whores also.
The girl moved. She was awake. Her hands were cuffed to the top of the bed. Her legs also were cuffed with her legs opened wide. She was only nineteen. She was not a whore. She had never taken a man home with her before. But her and her boy friend had just broken up. She was so lonely.
She had tried to tell this to David, but he did not care. If she was not a whore, then she would become one. He knew this already from her actions.
The bed was wet where her mid section was. She had wet herself and had messed herself. David had cleaned her by removing the solid waste and then pouring a full bottle of rubbing alcohol between her legs.
Her panties were in her mouth with duck tape over them so she had not cried out. David had loved watching her try to scream and fight to get lose. He released his self as he watched her cry in pain.
That had been a few hours ago. She had cried her self to sleep. Now she was awake again. David felt some more fun was coming.
“Hey hon.,” David said, “do you feel better now?”
David had a smile on his face. When the girl had not answered him, he started to let the smile turn upside down. The girl started shaking her head yes.
“I am so glad.” David said. “I had to punish you because you shit yourself.”
There were tears coming from the girl eyes, and sobs sounds from her gagged mouth.
“I cannot believe a girl as big as you would care so little for her self that she would do that.” David stood up and put his hands in his pocket. He was looking for something.
“You fucking whores are all the same.”
David pulled out the key to the hand cuff.
“Would you like to try what I told you to do once again. And try harder this time to get it right?”
The girl shook her head yes.
David smiled.
“Okay. But if you do not do it right this time, and make me happy, I am just going to kill you and go find someone else.”
The girl shook her head no. David smiled and let her right hand and arm lose. Then he took off his own clothes and set back down in his chair.
The girl did not move. She knew to wait for him.
“Now” he said.
Slowly the girl moved her hand down to her breast. There she stopped and played with her self. She knew to keep doing this until he gave her a command to move. On command she would move her hand between her own legs and start playing with her self there.
David would also be playing with his self at the same time. And if he and she worked together, then the dance would end at the same time for both of them. David did not care if hers was real or not as long as his was, and she faked her well enough for him to believe hers was.
This was the way David made love. After the dance was over David would set there in the chair and fall asleep. Most of the time when David would wake up, he would go to the bathroom and clean his self and then let the girl leave.
But that was not going to happen tonight. This was one of the special nights. This was one of the special dances. This is what he had wanted Mona for until he had seen Kelly, and then he had wanted to replace Mona with Kelly.
Damn he hated those two women for cheating him out of her touch. He might have even given her a real kiss.
But David would have to wait to enjoy Kelly’s dance. Now he had this girl with him, and this was his third night with her. Tonight was the night for him to enjoy her taste, and for the next few hours he did just that.
As the dance come to an end, David fell asleep. The girl did not move. She knew better than to do so. The last time the two of them had danced she had move before David gave her permission. He had hurt her real bad for doing that. She was a smart girl, she learned fast.
The girl knew better than to take the gag off also. David would hurt her even more for that. And she knew she had no way to get out of the cuffs that had her two legs and other arm bounded. Even if she could get lose, she knew she could not walk. She had no feeling in her feet. The cuffs were so tight that she had not felt her feet in two days.
She was sure that her feet were dead. She just hoped and prayed she was not also going to be dead.
David was dreaming. He was home again, home in a hell worse than the one he now lived in.
David was born with a different name. His birth name was Mike Mitchell, and his father was the devil. Or at lease a Devil dog, “Er war ein Teufelshund” his father would say. That was the German name for Devil Dogs. But to be truthful there was no German word Teufelshund. David knew this, and he also knew not to tell a Marine this. You could get your ass kicked for doing so.
In the dream “David”, Mike set at the dinning room table. It was a square table, the kind that came apart in the middle and allowed an extended length of table, a leaf, to be added so that two people could set on each side.
Mikes mother did not like the table to be so big. The Dining room was so small that there was not room to walk around the table with the extended portion added. And she thought that the smaller table length was more, family like.
The table leaf was packed away in the laundry room.
Mike’s father was at the head of the table with his back to the door going out to the patio. Mike was on the left side of his Father between the table and wall.
Mike set in the position of attention. His father was also setting at attention. Mike’s Father had once been a Marine drill instructor at Parris Island. That was before a recruit had him brought up on charges of abuse.
Now he was only a desk clerk. But being a desk clerk did not take the drill instructor out of him. And his family now played the part of the recruits.
Father did not believe that the lowest in rank should talk at the dinner table unless they were spoken to first. And Mike was the lowest in rank in this family.
“So Boy,” Mike could not remember his father ever calling him by his given name.
“What fine things did you learn in school today”?
Father did not care what Mike had learned. Only that he had learned something. And it had better have been something American, or else someone would pay.
But Mike had not learned anything today in school. He had not gone to school today, but he was not going to tell his father that. His father would beat him senseless. Mike had not even been to school all week.
Mike had been suspended from school so he only pretended to go to school, but by doing so he had learned something today, something he was not going to tell his father about that. He was still was not sure of what he had seen any way. It was bad, and it was about his mother.
“We studied about the war in Vietnam sir.” Mike said making a lie up.
He knew all about history, and war. His father had spent many hours teaching him about such things. Mike knew that he could answer most any questing his father might ask him about that subject. Mike also knew his father had been in Vietnam for like the last three months of the war. Not the war before 1973 but the time after 1973 when there was supposed to have been peace. Mike knew this subject would make his father happy.
Mikes father was looking at him. And mike knew he had better be careful.
Father was cunning, and he had a way of knowing when Mike was lying. Mike wondered if his father could do that with other people.
Father did not say anything, and Mike knew that he was waiting for him to continue. He had to think fast.
“The teacher was telling us that it was wrong for us to send men to die in Vietnam, especially when there were so many wrongs here in America to be fixed.
Mike wished he had not said that after the words came out. He had thought it would take his father’s anger away from him, but then he realized it would lead to his father’s anger growing larger.
“What?’ screamed his father. “Maybe I will just go down there and have a talk with that teacher.”
Shit thought Mike, I am screwing up. He did not want his father to go talk with the teacher. He did not want his father to find out that he had not been to school at all this week.
Mike had been suspended for the week. He had been caught looking up a girls dress trying to take a picture. That and what he said to her had gotten him a week out of school.
He had asked her for permission to taste her privates. If she had not been the daughter of a teacher then Mike was sure that nothing would have been said about it.
Mother entered the dining room from the kitchen and set a plate of food down in front of father and Mike. She then turned and went back into the kitchen. Mikes father then told him to get up and get him a beer.
Mike went into the kitchen and returned with mother behind him. He set down at the table at the same time his mother was setting down with her own plate of food. She set down on the end away from father.
“Say the blessing.” ordered father.
“Father in heaven, creator of all, we give thanks for this food we are about to eat. Lord we pray that not one of your chosen goes hungry tonight, and that only the enemy’s of our great country should feel the pain of hungry. God bless our men in service, where ever they may be. Amen.”
Mike raised his head and looked at his father. Was that good enough he thought to him self?
Father had been looking at him the whole time. He had not closed his eyes. He was angry, Mike could tell.
“Well said son.”
The three of them eat in silence, each with their own thoughts.
Mike looked at his mother. She gave him a quite smile. A warm special feeling ran through his body. He felt his private’s move. Mother was a kind woman, not at all like Father, she tried to act like she loved Mike, and she helped Mike when she could.
Mother was easy going. She would let mike do as he pleased. She tried to make up for the so called ruff love of father.
But he now knew it was all an act on her part. She really did not love him.
Mike’s father did love him, mother had said many times. But Mike also did not believe this to be true. And even if he had love Mike it was a love of duty and not feeling.
Mikes Father was not a mean man, just a very discipline man, like his father before him who was also a marine. The plan was that Mike would also become a Jar head but Mike didn’t think so.
Mike wondered if his father and mother even loved each other, and after today he thought that they did not, and now he thought he knew why they were fighting all the time.
Father had been hungry. He had eaten the pork chop on his plate already. He turned to mother and said “I would like another one please.”
His mother laid down her fork and stood up. She had not even taken the first bite yet. She picked up her husbands plate and turned to go into the kitchen to refill it.
Mikes parents did not talk to each other, at lease not in a conversational way. They spoke to each other like workers. That was what this family was, a business, and they were the workers that ran it.
His parents were always polite with each other, unless they were fighting.
Mike could not remember the last time his parents had set and had a talk, a real talk. He could not remember them going anywhere together. No movies, no restaurants, nothing.
Mike would go places with his dad or with his mom, but never with the two of them together. The family never did anything together.
Mikes mother and father did not even sleep together. But Mike knew that they had sex together. He had seen them when they had not known he was watching from his secret hiding place.
They did not live on base. They lived a nearby town. They owned a house in a nice neighborhood. Their yard full of trees, and Mike had a secret way to enter or leave the house.
Outside his bed room was a large old oak tree. And Mike would climb out on a limb and shimmy down the tree. He had been doing this for years.
Once he was out on the limb, and as he was starting to climb down, he could see into his mother’s room. And from there he had seen his parents having sex.
The tree was big enough for Mike to hide in and was Mike’s favorite secret place. It was here in this tree that he had learned about sex, by watching his parents and by seeing all the strange things they would do.
But, not only did he watch his parents together, he also watched his mother when she was by her self: The way she played with her self.
Mike thought that his mother knew he was watching her, but he was afraid to ask her. Mike had it in his mind that mother was putting on a show for him and that she did love him. That all changed today.
“I asked you a questing boy.” His father said.
“Sir, sorry sir” Mike had been day dreaming, he had not heard his father speak.
Mike laid his fork down beside his plate and said,
“I was thinking about something you had said father.”
“What was that?” father was eating from his refilled plate.
“It was about the war sir, the right and wrong of it. And I agree with you sir. I think we did the right thing.”
Father was watching Mike, and as always his face showed no expression. There was no emotion at all about father. Mike was never sure of what his father was thinking.
“I asked you if you wanted to go to the base with me Friday. We are having a tour of the flight line and I might be able to get you a ride on a Black Hawk.
Mike did not care to ride a Black hawk. “I would love to sir. Thank you.”
Today was Wednesday. By going with father Mike would only have to account for one more day. And beside Mike knew better than not to want to go with his father.
“Good.” said father. “I will call down to the school tomorrow and tell that teacher of yours that you will not be there Friday.”
Mike choked on the food he was eating.
Father continued. “I will also set him right about a few things.”
“I have already set him right sir. I did as you have ….” Mike was trying to get out of this trap.
“You did?” Father cut him off.
“Yes sir, but very politely sir.”
“Never the less, I’ll have a talk with that pink o.” Father had made his mind up.
“Yes sir.” Mike said.
The rest of the dinner was eaten in silence. After ward Mike excused himself and went to his room and took a long bath. He needed time alone to think about his future.
It was early for most people, but late for a Marine. Mike was ready for bed. Everything was laid out as if ready for school tomorrow, but Mike had other ideals.
Mike set there and thought about his future as he waited for mother to come in and say goodnight. He knew his parents would not bother him again till morning.
After mother was gone Mike waited for a few minutes just to be on the safe side. In his room he could hear his mother and father talking. He could not make out what they were saying. But he knew they were in her room. He also knew why.
Slowly Mike opened his bed room window. His back pack was packed. He had his tooth brush, some shorts and socks, and his favorite book.
There were some other things also, personal things, pictures mostly that he had collected.
He had a collection of pictures of girls he had known over the years.
He had known them, but not personally. He had gone to school with them. And he would take pictures of them when he could without them knowing that he was doing so.
He even had a few shots of some of the girls, looking up their dress.
Panties shots he called them. But there was one picture that he liked best. That was a shot of the girl that lived next door. Her name was Julia and he had taken a picture of her in the nude once when he was setting in the tree.
Mike was now setting out on the limb, it was dark, but form where he was setting, he could see his parents. They were having sex.
From this spot in the tree he could also see into the girl room next door. She was not there now.
His mind was racing. He hated his father. And now he hated his mother. He wanted to kill the both of them.
His father did not love him. He never did. He had never said so, but Mike knew. His father had never once told Mike that he love him.
And now his own mother had proven her self to be a whore.
Mike had watched her from this very tree just today when he was trying to sneak into his room. Mike had seen his mother in bed with a man, someone he knew as a friend of his fathers. He had not been able to take his eyes off of his mother as she kissed the man all over his body.
Mikes mother was doing all the things to this man he had watched her do for his father, and had dreamed of her doing to him.
Up until that minute Mike had been in love with his mother.
And now Mike remembered what his mother had done as he watched his father get finish and leave the room.
Mike set there and started to cry silently, and as he did, he turned his head toward Julie’s bed room window.
Julia was seventeen years old, making her just one year older than Mike. But he had been in love with her all his life. He had watched her sense she was ten.
Julia had loved Mike, or so he thought in his fantasy mind. And her father had been a friend of Mike’s fathers for many years. Mike had thought the world of Julia’s father until today.
Now setting here in this tree, Mike could see Julia. She was there getting into her bed with a man, and they were going to have sex. The man was his mother’s lover, his father’s friend, and Julia’s father.
Mike could not move. He set there and cried silently as he watched this whore fuck her own father.
The thought made him sick. Then he remembered his feelings for his own mother. But that was different. That was him. Not someone he loved doing it with someone else. Now he knew the two people he loved most in the world were both whores.
When her father was finished he got up off of Julie’s wet white body and left the room. She was lying there with her legs apart playing with her self. He could see white creamy stuff spill out between her legs.
When she was finished she stood up and come to the window. She looked in his direction for a moment then smiled. Mike didn’t think she could see him, but he was not sure. Julia then opened her drapes wider tying them up so they would not close and then she went to bed.
Mike set in the tree for about an hour watching both his mother’s room and Julia’s room. Both girls were in the nude and he could see their naked bodies through the dim lights shinning into their rooms, as they lay there playing with their self. Mike joined them in motion as he playing with his own private part. And that night Mike then had the most profound climax of his life as he exploded again and again and still again.
Over and over, with the thought of his mother and Julia together, Mike felt he had found the true meaning of love. And his mother and Julia were the center point for all future love he would ever be able to enjoy.
Thoughts had raced thoughts his mind that day, thoughts of killing people, of raping people, and of just killing his self. He didn’t want to live. His whole world was screw up. Everything he had ever known was now destroyed. But at the moment of excitement Mike knew his calling in life. He knew what he had to do.
Mike come out of the tree and started walking down the street toward the end of town. If he could get to the highway he might be able to hitch a ride and be gone before daylight. He would escape these whores.
He had not gone but a few blocks when he saw that a car was following behind him very slowly.
Mike turned and stopped to watch. The car pulled beside the curve and the window when down. Julia’s father stuck his head out the window.
“If you are leaving then you should go with me.” He said.
Mike was unsure what to say.
“We are going the same way.”
“Where is that?” Mike asked.
“To hell, my boy, we are going to hell.” He paused, “But right now I am going to the next state. Julia is going to join me in a few days. I am sure she would like to spend some time alone with you. She told me so. You already know she can be a naughty girl.” Julia’s daddy smiled.
Mike got into the car.
David jumped up out of the chair. He did not know where he was.
“Don’t hurt me please.”
He heard a little scared voice. David looked down. The girl was there and she had taken the gag out of her mouth.
“I am sorry.” She said. “I could not breathe.”
For a second David felt sorry for the girl. Then he remembered that she was a whore. Just like his mother. And just like Julia. She had to die. She needed to die. She was going to die.
