Date: Fri, 25 Jul 2003 20:50:19 +0100
From: Angela Mynah <angela_mynah@msn.com>
Subject: The Final Evil
The Final Evil
A short story by Angela Mynah
Angela_mynah@msn.com
This story refers to cross generational sex of both a homosexual and a
heterosexual nature. There may also be scenes involving incest.
If this story is illegal in your area or you are offended by such material,
leave now.
This story is fictional, however the issues that are raised in it, are not.
This story deals with some very disturbing subjects. However, it is meant
to educate, enlighten and entertain rather than frighten the reader.
Although descriptions are based on case history, care should be taken to
remember that this is a fictional story. Take the time to read and reflect,
for you could save a life."
Whilst this story can be free standing, you will get far more of an
understanding from it if you read the others in this directory, in the order
they appear..
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The Final Evil.
Arthur leaned back in his seat, He doubted he could swallow another
mouthful of food for at least another month. It had been a Christmas dinner
to top any he could remember. As Peter attempted to pour a little more port
in Arthur's glass, Arthur put his hand up.
"No more, please no more son, you have done us proud."
He looked at Alice as she sat in her wheel chair. She was smiling but
nearly asleep from all the food. In recent years, Arthritis had taken a
heavy toll from her body, but not her mind. That was as keen as it had ever
been. Peter's wife looked at her with nothing but affection in her heart.
"May I take you into the sitting room, there's a film just about to
start on TV, an old favourite of yours. I will bring your coffee in to you"
"Oh thank you Claire, that's so kind. Will your father join me, it's
one of his favourites too?"
Simon spoke,
"I'll help dad in there, Terry, Give me a hand."
Arthur looked at the ensuing scene, wondering at the strange forces
that had combined to give the cast for this festive meal. There was of
course his adopted son Peter, host of this happy party and husband of
Claire. He was also father of three sons, the twins Derek and Andrew both
ten years old, and Keith at eight years old.
Claire's younger brother Simon was there with his partner Terry, they
had been lovers since childhood, and Terry's parents, who both Simon and
Terry referred to as Mumsie and Popsie had, after a few initial misgivings,
supported this gay union. They were still sometimes uncomfortable with it,
as they were not by nature `liberal' in their views, but the happiness
shared by the young men was so obvious that they had to be accepted as a
couple.
Arthur thought back to when Peter had learned to drive and was giving
Simon lifts to see his sister. With all that this family had suffered over
the years and all those strange twists and turns that made up its history,
it was hardly surprising that the most unlikely scenarios would become
expected.
It was hardly surprising that so many years ago, Claire could not
really help but feel resentful of Peter. He had taken away her first and
only chance to have any form of love from her father. The fact that her
father would inevitably have gone to prison for what he had been doing with
her, had made little difference to her feelings.
Her hatred of Simon had been subsiding remarkably quickly. She was
receiving professional psychiatric help, as was Simon, and both children had
benefited from it hugely. Keith Hobbes had taken charge of that side and
acted as advisor.
Claire's frequent meetings with Peter eventually but inevitably, caused
her to warm to him. He was, after all, one of the genuinely kindest people
she had ever met. Her craving to be loved was now starting to manifest
itself. She was subconsciously trying to impress Peter. Keith had warned
Peter that Claire was extremely vulnerable. Peter's reaction to this was as
kind as it was predictable, he immediately started to look after her in
every way he could think of.
As time marched on it was also found out by Terry's parents, Bob and
Liz Newley, that Simon had been `interfering' with Terry. The uproar was
short lived when they were reminded that Simon was only eleven when he was
doing that, and has little idea of it being considered wrong of him to do
so. Forgiveness soon followed a promise from Simon that he would not do it
any more.
As the children passed through that magical transition from childhood
to adulthood, it was obvious to even the most thick skinned individual, that
they had paired off. Peter married Claire and at the ceremony, the priest
blessed Simon and Terry.
Health had started to fail Alice as she became arthritic. It was yet
another Hurdle to be overcome in the Davis household, but one they did.
Needless to say, Peter and Claire offered to sell the flat they had just
bought and to move back in with Arthur and Alice to look after them. It was
typical of them. Claire too had started to show a kind side to her nature,
one that had been suppressed for so many years. Arthur refused the
invitation but a compromise was agreed on.
There was a new estate close by with a cul-de-sac that had some nice
houses in it. They were all brand new and for sale. The rather large family
unit pooled its resources and purchased five properties. Three houses and
two bungalows. Keith the psychiatrist lived in one of the bungalows and
Arthur with Alice lived in the other. Terry and Simon lived in the smallest
of the three houses whilst Liz and Bob had the largest. Peter and Claire had
the remaining house. It had three bedrooms and the couple decided to start
filling them.
On Peters twenty fifth birthday, Claire announced that she was
pregnant. There was a party celebrated in that house that would be
remembered for many years.
Arthur was remembering it now, as he sat at the Christmas table, musing
at the remains of the meal while three, still hungry boys, were picking over
the debris. He still choked up whenever he remembered the day the twins were
born and Peter asking if he would mind their being called Andrew and Derek.
As it turned out the twins were so much like the original Derek to look at,
it was quite eerie to look at the photograph of the lad.
When the third child was born two years later, Peter and Claire asked
Keith if they could name the boy after him. Keith said he would be honoured
but asked it they had thought of calling him Arthur.
"Maybe if I have another one and hell has frozen over" Claire laughed,
"Arthur is a wonderful person with a diabolical name"
Even Arthur laughed at that. No way was it a name to saddle a child
with in this day and age. He had been through enough problems with it when
he was a boy.
Within this idyllic group there was a worry. It was one that each of
the adults there held, except Simon. He was unaware that anything whatsoever
was wrong, yet each of the others had this fear, believing that none of the
others had considered the prospect. This fear was best described as a
question.
When Simon, at eleven years old, became first attracted to Terry, Terry
was eight. Was Simon attracted to another male, or was it that Simon was
attracted to little boys. Was Simon a closet boy-lover, was he a paedophile.
The question hurt whenever it was thought about. Were the twins safe
with him, Was Keith safe with him. It would not be the first time that a
child had been molested by its uncle. Nobody would say anything to anybody
about this because of all the pain that such an enquiry would cause.
Innocent or guilty, there was no easy way round this poser. Each person had
decided, quite independently, to watch over the boys and to observe Simon
discretely. It was a mistake.
Keith Hobbes knew the dangers of forming a theory then looking to see
if the facts fitted it, It was the most common error made by trainee psycho
analysts, yet he, not far off retirement, was making it yet again.
Keith had been given his license to practice psychiatry back, not long
after Simon had been rescued from his blood father. His services to the
local community had been taken into consideration and even the local police
had put a representation to the medical council. Everyone was certain that
he was not, and never really had been, a danger to anyone, whatever their
age. He had started a small local practice which was thriving. His problem
here was that he was far to close to all those involved. He was going down
the road of amateurs, the path of error, the way of disaster.
As is the case these days, all three children had been given mobile
phones. They had strict instructions on what they may and may not be used
for and the boys, being generally well behaved, adhered to the rules. Peter
had set up his computer as a network server, and each of the boys had their
own computer linked up to it, even Claire had her own laptop networked in.
All three children's computers had been set with the parental controls,
and frequently, as they were surfing the net, Peter or Claire would be
there, watching and keeping an eye on the situation. It was the perfect it
family unit, all bases covered and safety measures taken. It was not enough.
It matters not how thick the castle walls are, when the enemy is within
yourself.
Both the twins had taken a keen interest in computer studies, they were
not far off being capable of building their own. Both boys were mad about
puzzles and would play word games with each other, they had developed a
level of lateral thinking that would be the envy of many an adult.
Both lads were accomplished hackers, not into big mainframes or things
like that, but they could work out a persons passwords just from knowing
that person for a while. Each of these little geniuses had hacked Peters
password and had set up an extra e-mail account that had bypassed the
parental controls.
Yet another thing the boys had in common was a liking for chatrooms.
There was however, one thing in which the twins were different. Only one of
them was homosexual and he was just starting to have the feelings and
desires of sexual experimentation. More dangerous, he fantasised about being
with older people, he was sexually attracted to adults The other was
heterosexual though, and as yet, thought the only thing his penis was for,
was peeing.
Bob Newley was nearly asleep as he sat on the couch in front of the
television. Next to the couch was Alice in her wheelchair. The television
was showing one of the films that was often shown at Christmas, Ben Hur. It
was a good film and the sea battle was about to commence as Bob felt an
eight year old boy climb into his lap and snuggle down. He cuddled the boy
to him. It was a painful exercise as he too suffered from arthritis, not to
the extent that Alice did but it meant he needed sticks to walk. Liz was
seated next to him and had Derek cuddled up to her other side. Andrew had
retreated to his room and was on his computer.
Arthur came into the living room from the dining room where he had been
deserted. Peter, Claire and Simon along with Terry were all in the kitchen,
clearing away and washing dishes, Keith was sitting down watching the film
with his eyes closed and a gentle snoring noise emanating from his throat.
Arthur sat in one of the remaining chairs and promptly dozed off.
It was a family Christmas, this was what happened all over the country
after the festive meal. Some washed up some played or watched television but
the vast majority snoozed the afternoon away, only to wake up later when
more food would be brought in.
Terry and Simon, their duties done, went to the other couch and sat
down. As Claire took the last chair Peter indicated to Derek to give up his
seat on the couch. Peter sat down. The only one standing now was Derek, He
went over to Simon and sat on his lap. The noise of the chariot race in the
film brought consciousness back to the party, all mumbling something about
everybody else going to sleep. All seeing Derek on Simons lap, all saying
nothing.
There was one other piece of damming evidence. Like all young boys,
Derek had `popped a boner' though he was largely unaffected by it, it was
noticeable to the assembled company. They were each wondering just what
Simon had done to get such a reaction from the kid.
The party eventually finished and all the guests wandered back to their
respective homes. It was then that the unspeakable was spoken of. It was in
the Davis's bedroom that Alice decided she had to bite the bullet and say
something.
"Did you see Derek sitting on Simons lap this afternoon Arthur?"
"Hmmm, yes I did, why? What is going through that mind of yours?"
"I hardly like to think it let alone say it but do you think it's
possible that Simon might be doing something with Derek or all the boys for
that matter"
"Oh shit. I have wondered that for some time now, I have wondered if he
is a paedophile. After all, he was involved with Terry when Terry was only
eight, I know he was just a kid himself then as well but, well I did
wonder."
"What do you think we should do about it?"
"I haven't a clue, maybe we should have a chat with Keith, I want to
see what he thinks. You do realise the dangers of being open about this I
hope."
Alice was quiet for a while before replying,
"I think so yes. The worst case scenario is that it turns out that he
is doing nothing wrong, but we think he is and say so. Terry and Peter
believe us but Claire believes Simon. Bob says yes but Liz thinks not.
Result, all three couples split up and the whole family is at war over
something that never happened."
"Hmm, you always were good at describing `worst case scenarios'. So
what now, do we ignore it?"
"No, I agree with you. We will have a chat to Keith tomorrow."
It was a restless nights sleep for the pair of them. Each having
established that the other was having suspicions, seemed to give weight to
the argument and by the time the alarm was sounding in the morning, they had
both pretty well convicted Simon and had acted as judge jury and
executioner.
"Why is it that when I heard that you two were in my waiting room, I
felt ill and wanted to run away?"
Keith had a horrible feeling why Arthur and Alice had been sitting,
with no appointment, in his waiting room. He had been troubled by what he
had seen yesterday and it came as no surprise that others may have noticed
it.
It was Boxing day, the day after Christmas and here he was open for
business. He had been manning his phones yesterday too, right up to two
o'clock in the afternoon when he had gone in to Peter's and Claire's for the
meal. A lot of people get depressed over the Christmas festival, he had sent
flyers in all the free papers to say he would be available to help anybody
who had needed it, and as a Christmas special, his advice and counselling
would be free of charge.
Now it was a case of `Physician, heal thyself' He was down because he
too had seen the tell tail signs of possible abuse, and he had seen them
from the people he loved most of all in the world. He listened to Alice tell
him of their suspicions and felt worse with every sentence.
Knowing the danger of tearing the family apart, Keith advised closer
observation of both Simon and the boys. There were now three very depressed
people, soon to become five as the door to the waiting room opened. Bob and
Liz walked in. It wasn't long before they had all compared notes. The
metaphorical gallows were getting closer for Simon.
Terry was bored. Simon was on the computer doing something or other,
Terry didn't care much as to what, he went next door to Peter's house. He
sat down and started to watch a film that they were all watching, all except
Andrew, he was on his computer in his room.
A mobile phone, on the table next to Terry rang. Everybody looked at
each other denying it was their phone, Terry answered it. The moment he had
said "Hello please hold for a moment" the connection was dropped. Terry
checked that the number was logged, so Andrew could phone back if he wanted
to. It wasn't, it was `number withheld'. Terry placed the phone back on the
table. Within the space of two hours Andrew's phone rang three times, the
same thing happening each time. Eventually Terry took the phone up to
Andrew.
"You may care to tell your friend whoever he is, that we don't bite, he
can talk to us!"
Terry almost immediately felt uncomfortable. As he had handed the phone
over, Andrew had looked as if he had been caught in the act, whatever that
act was. As he left and was closing Andrew's bedroom door, the mobile rang
again. He shut the door but listened intently to the one half of the
conversation.
"Hello... yeah that's me... that's right yeah... where?... What
time?... fair... blue... four six... twenty five pounds ok?... right...
Later then, bye."
Terry now felt very uncomfortable, he could not be sure of what that
was all about but it sounded very bad indeed. He decided to go and speak to
the one person the family totally trusted, He would speak to Keith. He would
know what was best.
It was close to five o'clock in the afternoon when Andrew told his
mother that he was going out to play with a friend. She asked who the friend
was and Andrew replied with the name of a boy he was at school with.
"Well are you sure that his mother will be ok with this, Its Boxing
day, she may have plans. Call us if you have got it wrong. We will pick you
up. Ok?"
Andrew turned back to say that things were cool, and putting his coat
on, he left. Terry had decided on the spur of the moment to follow the lad.
He made his apologies and left.
The relief that Terry felt as Andrew passed the front door that would
have lead him to Simon, was so great that Terry lost Andrew for a moment,
only catching up with the boy some five minutes later.
Andrew was waiting at a bus stop at the top of the road where they
lived. A bus came and Andrew stepped aboard. There was no way Terry could
follow, not without seeming obvious. He waited in the shadows, relieved that
his suspicions had been proved groundless. As the bus left Terry felt the
need to go for a pee. There was a public convenience next to the bus stop.
Terry went in.
His food was also making its presents felt. Terry was having feelings
of requirements to come. This was going to be more than just a pee, this was
bigger so to speak. He walked into one of the booths.
Terry was used to the writings that were to be found in such places,
and, as a homosexual, he read them. These writings normally advertised such
services as a gay man may require, however, he read them, not so much for
answering any of them but more the titillation that was on offer. He froze.
Hi I am a ten year old boy who wants to learn about sex. Grown ups call
me on 05793 41217 and ask for Andy or go to chatroom Getaboy.com My nick
is Sweetmeat-10.
Terry knew that number, it was Andrew's mobile number. He thought about
the situation and decided to take the bull by the horns and to chat to
Andrew the following morning. He was too late. Andrew was not to return home
that night.
It was just gone five in the afternoon when Andrew had stepped aboard
that bus, it was three hours later when Peter called the number that Andrew
had left him. Yes it was one of Andrew's friends, but no, he had not seen
Andrew for three days, and no, he had not left that message.
Terror soon struck. It was too late. Andrew would never stay out this
late. There was far from enough information. Where the hell had the boy
gone? After phoning Arthur, and on Alice's advice, Peter phoned the police.
It didn't matter how quickly the squad car arrived, the family had
already gathered and was swinging into action, if only in a supportive role.
Terry was beside himself in worry as to whether or not to tell of what
he knew. It was an impossible situation. If he admitted to having followed
the boy and told of what he had seen, everyone would have demanded to know
why he had not acted earlier. To withhold that information could delay the
police force in their hunt for the boy. It was by pure chance that he was
let off the hook.
"Gentlemen, Ladies, I would like you to find one of your party to stay
here and man the phone. Just in case he should call home, the rest of you,
please help us search. Go to all the places you think he may have gone to in
the past. Anywhere you think he may have mentioned. Anywhere at all that
occurs to you."
The choice was simple, Alice and Bob stayed by the phone. They were not
really mobile enough to join in the search. Everybody else put on warm
clothing and armed with torches, took to the streets. Terry headed straight
for the bus stop and the public convenience next door. Minutes later and a
call from his mobile phone, he had the place swarming with police officers.
To say that the discovery of the advertisement in the gents toilet was
a hammer blow to both Claire and Peter would be an understatement of
gargantuan proportions. They stood totally stunned by the revelation. It was
not that he was gay, Hell no, they had no objection to that. It was that
Andrew had not felt able to confide in them. They had always said to their
boys, "you can always talk to us, we will always listen" that had been the
basis of their parenting. Honesty and openness.
Now things had gone `Tits up' in a big way. They were both now sure
that Andrew had gone to meet an adult male. He had gone there to find out
about sex. Worst of all, he had been naïve enough to believe that it was
safe for him to do so.
All the family now knew and all the family now accepted that if Simon
had been messing with the kids, Andrew would have had no need to take the
radical step that he had taken. Suddenly all the family was wishing that
Simon had been playing about with the boys. All the family except Simon that
is. He had no idea that he had ever been in the frame.
Time can be cruel the way it passes so slowly. That night seemed to
drag on interminably. Alice and Bob took shifts on phone watch, sitting one
either side of the telephone, taking two hours apiece to be on duty, though
both dozing lightly.
Andrew had stepped down from the bus at the agreed stop. The bus had
left and there seemed to be nobody there. He looked about but no one was
about. Some hundred yards away, he saw some lights on in a house, he could
make out the flickering of a television set, reflected in the window. It was
a cold winters evening. Andrew shivered.
This was the second time he had gone out to meet a man, the first time,
a couple of weeks previously, the man never showed up. Andrew started to
suspect that this evening would be a repeat of that night. Although
disappointed, he was not over surprised. The bus stop to take him back home
was just across the road. As he went to cross the road, he felt a searing
pain at the back of his head, he fell to his knees as another blow took his
consciousness away.
Midnight on Tuesday the twenty eighth of December saw a family in
tatters. They had been searching solidly for twenty seven hours. Tiredness
was creeping up on all of them, they were getting tetchy with each other and
were spending more time apologising to each other than they were actually
looking for Andrew. At this point they stood absolutely no chance in finding
him.
Midnight on Tuesday the twenty eighth of December saw Andrew regaining
consciousness. He could not see, he had been blindfolded. He could not move,
he had been tied up. He could not cry out, he had been gagged. He wondered
where his clothes were, he knew where they were not, they were not on him.
It was cold. He was cold. He had a headache, he felt sick, he felt
frightened. What had gone wrong? He whimpered.
"Well looky here! The sweet young thing is waking up"
Andrew heard someone else chuckle in the background. A third person, a
woman, also laughed.
"What kind of dumb shit have we got here? The sort who never listened
to his mummy for sure. She must have told him not to talk to strangers, let
alone advertising himself in public bogs. He is a lot cuter than he made out
in the chatroom though, no wonder we didn't recognise him the first
meeting."
There was a little pacing up and down that Andrew could hear, then the
conversation restarted.
"Ok boys and girls, we need to think a bit here. It would be a waste to
use him just the once for the snuff video, we should be able to make a few
quid first. Any ideas?"
It was lucky that Andrew had not the faintest idea what a `snuff video'
was, as panic would not have helped him. He was embarrassed enough as it
was, with him being naked in front of at least three people, one of whom was
a female. His erection both showed and increased his embarrassment.
"Awww look, He likes us" the woman said.
Andrew felt something wet and warm round his privates, he knew he was
being given a tongue bath. As uncomfortable as his predicament was, he loved
it. He was feeling like he had never felt before, if only they would take
off the blindfold and gag, he would enjoy it. Even being tied up was giving
him a high. Who were these people?
Alice and Bob were wearing the same worried expressions. Although
Andrew was not actually a blood relative of Bob and Liz, they had adopted
Claire about eighteen months after the death of her father. That made Andrew
their grandson by law rather than blood however, the bond was as strong as
it possibly could have been. Peter was also an adopted child, it was one of
the many things he had in common with his wife, but blood ties or not,
everyone loved the twins and Keith jnr. The whole family was in a mixture of
shock and worry. Everyone felt physically sick.
Detective Inspector Tony Rand was a fastidious man. He dressed in
impeccable manner. He loved his job but hated the people it caused him to
have to meet. They always bled on him or some other distasteful action.
Worst of all he hated crimes that involved Children, even when the Child
concerned was the criminal. It was inevitable that someone somewhere would
grab a handful of his suit and cry on it. Claire was crying on it now,
begging him to find their boy, pleading with him to return Andrew safe and
sound.
In spite of his attitude to such disturbances to his sartorial
elegance, he looked at her, his eyes brimming over with compassion, telling
her that he would do everything humanly possible to reunite the family.
"Whilst it is possible that all this has been done as a result of the
note on the toilet door, I would not be in the least bit surprised if the
computer chatroom is involved here. I assume that the lad has access to a
computer."
He was taken up stairs to the twins room, and shown the computers.
Derek was sitting at his, Andrew's was sitting powered off. Peter turned it
on and loaded it up.
"We have set the parental controls on it so nothing nasty can come
through"
Peter said as he carried on through the reboot. Derek looked at him not
sure what to say. Eventually he broke. Common sense told him that Andrew's
safety was more important than the telling off that was going to follow.
"Dad, when it has booted, come out of AOL and look in `My Folders'
there is an ISP in there called Xnetsy, its in a folder called Soccer.
Double click it and enter user-id Cutie and password Underpants. Also double
click the icon that looks like a bonfire, that makes a temporary gateway
through your firewall, it stops all the controls you put on it for as long
as its logged in to Xnetsy, Oh the master password its asking you for now is
`CyberMan' that will get you into where we go"
Peter looked sternly at Derek but knew that this was no time to start
telling the lad off.
"Hang on a sec, CyberMan is MY supervisor password, how come you use
that?"
"Yes dad I know. We have to use your supervisor privileges to get this
through your server. You like all the `Dr Who' books and the Cybermen were
one of his arch enemies. Dalek was too short for a password. It took Andrew
and me nearly quarter of an hour to hack into your server."
"Kids today eh?"
D.I. Rand was trying to stop a smile, this was no time to laugh but
Peter, who was obviously pretty knowledgeable about computers, was being out
smarted by a couple of ten year olds or `Nurdletts' as Tony called them.
They all knew more than he did, he was of a vintage that had put a man on
the moon and had sent a special submarine to see the Titanic. He was a man
who was nearly able to program his own video recorder.
"Ok young man, Can you show me , an old duffer, what your brother has
been doing on this thing recently?"
"Sure thing sir."
Derek logged on and went into the chatroom that he knew Andrew had been
using. He even went in using Andrew's nickname.
"Hiya Room, anyone want to chat to Sweetmeat-10?"
Derek knew that this was Andrew's normal opening gambit. He also knew
that he would get a lot of replies, Andrew always did. There are many men
out there who would love to chat to a ten year old, especially a willing
precocious one. What Derek did not know was that only five miles away, three
adults, one female and two male, were reading his conversation.
" DaddyMan, Hi Sweetmeat-10 how u doin boy?"
"Bellbow, Hey SweetMeat-10 good to see ya again"
"Richguy, ( ( ( ( ( ( Sweetmeat-10 ) ) ) ) ) )
Five miles away three faces looked at each other, then looked at the
boy they had tied up spread eagled on the bed.
"So what's going on here I wonder? I think I will give out a reply,
what nick shall I use this time? I know, lets try this"
A moment later he had sent the message and the chat commenced. He was
probing to find out what was going on whilst at Derek's end, the
conversation was being controlled not just by Derek, but by Peter and Tony.
>NiceUncle, Hello Sweetmeat-10, you want to pvt again?
> >Sweetmeat-10, Hiya NiceUncle, yes go 2 pvt
>Sweetmeat-10 Hiya, u there?
>NiceUncle, Yes I am here, how r u? Did you sort out your problem
>Sweetmeat-10 I am not real Sweetmeat-10 he is my twin bro
>NiceUncle, Ahh so you 10 too, are you identical twin?
>Sweetmeat-10 Yes Identical. Do you know him?
>NiceUncle, Yes I know him, I have met him, he is a nice boy
>Sweetmeat-10, What password does he give his friends on here?
>NiceUncle, I don't remember, I will look it up. BRB
The woman looked at the men, as they looked at each other.
"Dammit, the kid uses a password. Ungag him and ask him what it is,
squeeze his balls till he tells you, no don't bother, I will do it
Andrew started to make desperate noises through his gag. The woman
took it off.
"You trying to say something sweetheart? You going to tell me the
password you give to your friends? Or do I have to give these a little
squeeze?"
Andrew didn't wait for any pressure to be put on his testicles, he
answered right away. The woman returned to the keyboard.
>NiceUncle, Found it, Boogies, happy now? U r good to be careful
>Sweetmeat-10 Thanks, we are. Sweetmeat has gone missing, did he say
anything to you?
>NiceUncle, No, I not chatted with him 4 some days, Good luck
Derek looked up at his father,
"Daddy, they've got him there, I know they have because we say "Boogie"
to each other if we need help in a school test "Boogies" is help for more
than one. The password Andy normally uses to see if it's a real friend, he's
chatting to is "Marmalade". He must have told them "Boogies" because he
needs help. Dad What do we do?"
The Inspector cut in,
"Now young lad, what we do is to stay calm. Are they still on this chat
thingy that you are on?"
"Yes sir, they have not logged off, when someone logs off, it shows up"
"Keep talking to them. Lets see if there is any information we can get
from them. Is there anything you can tell him that will let him know we are
looking for him? He needs to know that you have understood his message
without them realising we know he is there. Can you do that?"
"I think so sir"
The conversation at Andrew's end of the line was almost as excited.
"He's a twin, there are two of the beauties. Have you any idea how much
we stand to make if we can get both of them? Hello what's happening now? Why
is the kid changing his nick?"
*> Sweetmeat-10 is now known as Scot <*
>Scot We think he may have run away because he is gay, if he comes on
>here tell him dad's cool about it
>NiceUncle OK will do, hope you find him soon. Is Scot ur real name?
>Scot No, its Derek, but I like Scot of the Antarctic, so I use that
>name NiceUncle What's Sweetmeat-10's real name, just in case we find
>him?
>Scot His real name is Andrew but we call him Andy
>NiceUncle OK Scot, we will look out for him. R u gay too?
>Scot I don't think so.
Andrew, still blindfolded, heard his kidnappers as they discussed the
chatroom conversation. He relaxed and almost smiled when he heard that Derek
had changed his nick to Scot. This was nothing to do with Scot of the
Antarctic. This was Scot Tracy, Derek's favourite character in Thunderbirds.
This was International Rescue. "Boogies" had done its job. He knew that
Derek would have told their dad, so now it was just a matter of time.
Contrary to general opinion, the criminals of the world are not that
much smarter than the law enforcement agencies. It just depends on who makes
the fewest mistakes that determines whether or not the perpetrator of a
crime gets caught.
>Scot We are searching for Andy again tomorrow. Will you come and help
>please?
"DAMMIT. We have to say yes. He knows we live close. We never should
have said we had met the kid"
"Joyce, calm down. This is a chance to befriend the other twin. We
don't want to miss out on that now do we?"
"Hmmm, true I suppose. You and Dan go and help look for the boy, I will
stay here and look after him."
"No Joyce, YOU and Dan go look for the boy, I will stay here, A couple
looks better."
Dan spoke up for about the first time.
"Joyce, I think it would be better if you and Mike looked for the lad,
you are a married couple anyway, just in case you are seen by anyone we
know. I will stay behind and look after the boy"
They each wanted to `stay behind and look after the boy' but Dan's
point was valid, the logical solution was that Dan stayed behind.
>NiceUncle Yes of course we will help, where shall we meet you?
>Scot We are searching the woods and the golf course at the back of our
>house tomorrow, see you there? Please?
>NiceUncle Yes we will see you there
>Scot What's ur name?
>NiceUncle Rogers, Joyce and Mike Rogers, See you there.
"What the hell do you think you are doing telling him our real names
Mike? Are you a complete idiot?"
"Don't call me an idiot Joyce, the police will be there and so will a
lot of other people, local people. If we had given a false name and somebody
had called us by our real one, we would be looked at, possibly suspected"
They looked at each other then they both looked at Dan. The realization
dawned that the police would probably be at Andrew's home right now. The
chatroom they were using was if not illegal certainly doubtful. Anybody on
it would be under suspicion. Time was running out for `Snuffit Video UK'
The conversation was a little different at the Davis's end. Peter was
going frantic. He started shouting at Arthur who had joined them in the
twins bedroom
"We have to wait till tomorrow to meet these animals? God knows what
they will be doing to Andrew in the meantime. Is there nothing we can do?
Don't forget, I know what its like to be sexually assaulted at that age. I
doubt I will ever really get over Ralph Leatherhood"
Arthur pointed to Inspector Rand who was on his mobile phone. Peter
calmed down as Tony winked at him and terminated his call.
"Please Gentleman, please. May I see your telephone directory? This
matter could be sorted out quite quickly, with a little bit of luck."
He took the directory that Peter handed him and looked up M. Rogers.
There were three of them. Two lived over thirty miles away, that left one,
this one was just five miles away.
"We can look at the other two later but I like the look of this one. If
they have given us a false name, these will be dead ends, but we will find
out soon enough. But first we must wait. Derek, do you ever get into
Andrew's bed with him?"
Derek went scarlet with blushing, but was able to tell the officer that
he did but on rare occasions. More importantly that he had not done so for
some weeks. Peter told Tony that the bed linen was changed on Mondays as a
rule though Christmas had delayed this schedule somewhat.
They were all asking the policeman, each in their own way, what the
relevance of this was when a van stopped outside. Tony Rand took the liberty
of opening the front door as a constable walked in with what had to be the
largest German Shepherd Dogs that Peter had ever seen. Tony lead both the
constable and his dog upstairs and to Andrew's bed. The dog sniffed then,
just to be on the safe side, the sheet was taken off and put in the van.
It was in plain clothes that P.C. Wilson walked up to a front door.
His van was parked round the corner, out of sight. Behind it were two police
cars and an ambulance. There were eight officers not including the dog
handler.
Wilson, silently lifted the flap on the letter box. Fagan's nose
sniffed at the air within. His long tail wagged slightly as he barked twice.
He knew that smell, that was the smell of a young boy. That was his
training. The bark and the slight wag was his answer. He was telling his
handler that the boy was, or had been, in that house. Wilson took the dog
back down the path and out through the gate. He got on his radio and said
one word.
"Bingo"
The front door did not stand up to the battering ram that the police
had brought with them, it splintered and crashed open on the first hit. This
was a police raid regarding a sex offence. They charged upstairs first, just
leaving one officer by the front door. That was one officer and his dog.
The flood of police officers that crashed through the studio door
stopped abruptly as they saw the naked boy his ankles secured one each to
the bottom corners of the bed. He was blindfolded with several layers of
duct tape that had been wound round and round his head. He was gagged with
an ugly device of the sort found in sex shops. His wrists were secured by
handcuffs one each to the top corners of the bedhead. His wrists had been
slashed by a scalpel and the same instrument had been used to carve the
words "Fuck you" on his chest.
The Ambulance was already outside and Paramedics rushed to the boy. He
was still alive but had lost a lot of blood. The Paramedics were good, they
knew their craft well and started working on the lad instantly. The worried
look that came over their faces told Tony Rand that this wasn't over yet.
Their efforts became more intense as they tried to stem the flow of blood
and stabilize the child's condition.
An officer reported that the back door was open and that there was no
car in the garage. These vile creatures had fled, leaving this poor boy to
die. Tony looked at the limp frame being placed on a stretcher. Released
from the bed he looked somehow even more vulnerable than he had when he was
tied to it. Detective Inspector Tony Rand was a fastidious man. He dressed
in impeccable manner. He kissed the still blindfolded boy on the top of his
head as blood ruined a new suit. He didn't care.
P.C. granger was not known to be soft man, he had seen many `nasties'
in his time in the force, but nothing had prepared him for what he found in
the deep freeze. He called D.I. Rand and pointed to the freezer before he
ran out into the garden vomiting. It was a large chest type freezer, and
even the quickest of glances showed Tony that here were the answers to at
least six missing children cases, possibly more.
His determination to catch these bastards grew with each breath as he
moved the macabre contents of the freezer. How lucky was Andrew to be? He
wondered. Was he going to be another murder victim to notch up the numbers
for these hideous serial killers or would Tony have the delight of hearing
the lad make a statement? The look that the paramedics gave him as they took
the boy away only said that the matter was far from decided.
Now it was time to do the worst part of his job. Now he had to go and
tell the Davis family to get to the hospital. He would drive them there
himself, he felt he owed them that, if for no other reason than not having
put the Rogers behind bars before now.
"Flight BES197 to Rio de Janeiro has been delayed we apologise to all
passengers waiting for this flight. We expect the flight to take off in
the next available slot. Thank you"
Airports are terrible places to wait if you are on the run. The law
seems to be everywhere and they all seem to be looking directly at you,
nobody else, just you. Joyce was shivering. It was the first time they had
ever had to run. She had been against cutting the boys wrists, She had
wanted to kill him in a way far more certain. She wanted to put his heart in
a plastic bag with his genitals, and put them in the freezer. Mike hadn't
wanted to kill the boy at all.
It was Dan who finally settled the argument saying that there was no
time to be wasted like this, and slashing the kids wrists said it was up to
the law and how fast they acted as to whether the boy died. Andrew cried
under the blindfold. He whimpered more as the words were cut into his chest.
The three adults threw some things in some cases and fled.
Mike had been to the ticket office giving an act about having booked
the flight months ago, and `what did they mean they had no record or
tickets' there were some spare seats on the flight so all was not lost.
Booked in and paid for, the three of them waited, hoping that the police
would be dragging their heels. The delay to the flight was the last thing
they needed. They knew that the airports would be notified soon after the
body had been discovered. It was all about time, It had been on their side
but not now. The delay was a disaster. They would have been in the air by
now.
"Calling passengers on flight BES197 to Rio de Janeiro. Please go to
Gate seven. Your flight is boarding now"
Mike Dan and Joyce all stood and walked to the departure gate, through
security, past various officials and in the fullness of time through the
gangway and onto the aircraft. They sat together, looking out of the window,
wishing the engines to start.
D.I. Tony Rand radioed the station as he sat in his car. The sergeant
driving it was looking ashen, he too had seen the boy and he too had seen
the freezer. He listened to his D.I. who was telling the radio operator at
the other end to get the airports and harbours covered, they were looking
for a Mr Mike Rogers and a Mrs Joyce Rogers, descriptions were given out and
warrants for their arrests were issued.
Tony was giving the speech hated by policemen throughout the world, to
the pale worried faces of the Davis family. He emphasised that the
paramedics were wonderful people and that they were hopeful that they had
reached the boy in time. It was more that Arthur could take, he had the
image of a much older Andrew in his mind.
He was remembering finding his own son on a blood soaked bed, his
lifeless body lying next to the suicide note. He had slashed his wrists. Was
this to be the fate of this, the Andrew who had been named after him? He
left the room Alice looking after him. She had read his thoughts and it was
hitting her so vary hard too.
Peter and Claire went with Tony to the hospital, Simon stayed with
Arthur and Alice, now it was his opportunity to give back some of the
support he had enjoyed over the last two decades.
At the hospital, where mobile phones are to be switched off, A
receptionist approached D.I. Rand.
"Excuse me Inspector, there is a phone call for you, you can take it
there, just pick up the receiver and dial six"
Tony nodded and thanked the young, rather attractive young lady. He did
as instructed. Peter and Claire heard his side of the conversation, even
though they were paying little attention to it.
"Hello, Rand here... They did? How long ago?... Where was it flying
to?... Is there anything we can do about it?... OK well keep me
informed... How many?... Three! Who was the other one?... WELL FIND OUT!...
Well how should I know if he was involved?... Yes do that, I want your
report on my desk yesterday. Understood? Right, Goodbye."
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain speaking, I regret to have
to inform you that we have been instructed to make a diversion and to land
at Birmingham Airport. We hope not to delay you too much but it will be
necessary for you to disembark. Your luggage will remain on board. Thank
you"
The three looked at each other, No surely not, They were away free and
clear. They asked a stewardess as she walked passed what the problem was.
"Oh its just routine sir, no cause for alarm. We get diversions like
this quite often. Its just a precaution. We play things very much on the
safe side since the Sept 11 Twin Towers incident. I think we make about ten
percent of our trips with detours like this, when we travel to South America
or Middle Eastern countries. I am sure we will not be delayed fore more than
a few minutes."
The Boeing 747 started its approach to Birmingham airport. All the
passengers were relaxed. Mike held Joyce's hand as the wheels touched the
tarmac, the passengers even waved to the fire truck as it raced down the
runway trying to keep up with its quarry.
A mobile phone rang in the office of a detective inspector.
"Hello Rand here... Pardon, it's done what?... Well hold it there.
Don't let it take off again. Call airport security and have the following
people arrested..."
Tony Rand was muttering something about there being a God after all as
he called his sergeant over.
"Sergeant Parker. How much do you want to see those bastards who sliced
up those kids come to justice?"
"You have no idea how much sir, I can't get my mind off the little chap
in hospital, Have you heard anything then sir?"
"Well not about the Davis boy no, but I think we may have the bastards
who did him, being held at Manchester Airport. If you would like to drive me
there now, we may at least stop some other kid getting hurt. It's quite a
long drive, Are you up for it?"
"Try and stop me sir, if you don't mind me calling my wife and telling
her I will be late, I am at your disposal"
"Parker, you have a deal. Call her now. Lets get this show on the road"
Contrary to the road regulations in this country, Sergeant Parker was
already moving the BMW that D.I. Rand had been issued with, before he had
completed his call to his wife. Also before that call had finished, D.I.
Rand was receiving a call. It was from the Birmingham Airport Authorities,
telling him that they had two people under close arrest and were questioning
a third. He had no sooner disconnected from that call when another came in.
It was a text message. It was short and sharp.
"To D.I. Rand from Chief Superintendent Carlton. NAIL THE FUCKERS.
"Yes I fucking will Sir." Tony muttered under his breath.
Arthur stirred. It was four in the morning, he drifted back into a
dozing sleep. He stirred again, pulling the warm body of his wife towards
him. He wasn't after sex, just close contact. He cuddled up to her. She had
her back to him and he spooned up to it.
It was the first time they had slept in the same bed for ages. They had
slept in separate beds since her arthritis made this sort of contact painful
for her. He gently massaged her back as he half slept. His hand stroked
those pert little buttocks, she was in good shape in spite of her
debilitating illness. His hand wandered over her hips till it eventually
came into contact with her stiff little penis. He let his hand wander down
till...
HER WHAT!!!!. Arthur sat bolt upright in bed. Derek giggled. He had
been sleeping fitfully in the guest bedroom, sharing a bed with his younger
brother Keith. Keith had snuck out of bed and got into Alice's bed. Suddenly
Derek felt cold, frightened and very alone. He crept into his grandparents
room and seeing Keith fast asleep with his granny, he slipped into his
granddads bed. He had slept much better till about four. He felt his
granddad cuddle up to him and start to be amorous. He enjoyed the experience
as far as it went. Derek giggled again as he heard his grandfather whisper
in his ear,
"One word from you and it's off to the salt mines my friend. Now go to
sleep."
Arthur heard another giggle, this time it was from his wife, it was
quickly followed by one from Keith. The next hour or so was taken up with
cuddling and giggling and of course kissing. The loving kiss a boy can get
from his grandparents and the loving kiss he can give back. The love in that
room surpassed the pain that they were all feeling, the worry they all felt.
"Michael Charles Rogers, I am arresting you on suspicion of murder. You
do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not
mention, when questioned, something you may later rely on in court. Anything
you do say may be given in evidence. Joyce Evelyn Rogers, I am arresting you
on suspicion of murder. You do not have to say anything, but it may harm
your defence if you do not mention, when questioned, something you may later
rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence. Daniel
Fredrick Rogers, , I am arresting you on suspicion of murder. You do not
have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention,
when questioned, something you may later rely on in court. Anything you do
say may be given in evidence."
It was moments like this that made the job worth while. Four fifteen in
the morning and having had little sleep in the last twenty four hours, Tony
was on a high. He looked at the vile little threesome. One of the men was
starting to sob. Tony wondered how many kid's tears this bastard had seen.
How many cries of pain this animal had caused. He looked at the tears and
smiled. This was going to be sooo sweet. There was only one thing that would
make this day, however young it was, perfect. He picked up his mobile.
"Hello, is that The Alexander Fleming Hospital, ahhh thank you, This is
Detective Inspector Rand here, I am enquiring after a patient in your
paediatrics ward, A young lad named Andrew Davis. I wondered if you could
give me a report as to his current condition. I am the investigating officer
on his case. Oh. I see. Yes, I understand. Thank you"
He terminated the call and went to the cells where the `not so merry'
threesome were being held. He didn't often regret the end of the death
penalty, but this time he wanted so badly to see these three hang for what
they had done.
It was nearly five o'clock in the morning when the phone rang in
Arthur's house. He fumbled for it next to his bed, reaching across Derek who
was even slower to wake up. He picked up the receiver.
"Hello... Oh Hello Peter, What's the news?..."
Alice watched Arthur's face as tears started to pour down his cheeks.
She too started to cry as she cuddled the now awake eight year old Keith to
her breast, rocking him gently. She listened to the one side of the
conversation.
"So what time was that... Oh thank God. When will he be able to come
home... Well it doesn't matter, He is safe now, that's the only thing that
counts."
Arthur looked at a confused Alice.
"Andrew is out of danger. He stabilised at two this morning and showed
the first major signs of recovery ten minutes ago. The Hospital expect him
to regain consciousness some time today, He will be very weak and they will
keep him in for some days yet, maybe a week or two, but he is going to be
alright."
The four of them had no chance of sleep for the rest of that night and
at fifteen minutes past five, Arthur went down stairs and made a pot of tea.
No sooner had the kettle boiled than there was a knock at the door. Simon
and Terry came in, dressed in their dressing gowns.
"Peter told us he had told you, we guessed that you would be awake and
probably have the kettle on."
Even as they spoke a tap on the door told them that Keith Hobbes was
about and ready for a `cuppa'
Tony Rand and his sergeant were drinking tea too. They were just about
to leave Birmingham and head for home. The three paedophiles were securely
imprisoned in Birmingham city police station. They would be transported
later.
Eight days later, Sitting at the dining table at home, Peter's family
was once more complete. He had given the boys a lecture about why Parental
controls were put on computers, and that it was not a case of "Killjoy Mums
and Dads" it was a straight case of parents defending the safety of their
children.
Although he knew that the boys may have felt that they knew what they
were doing, he and Claire knew better. Whilst all Derek had been doing with
the adult access, was to look at inappropriate pornography, Andrews
activities very nearly cost him his life. So many of the people in those
chatrooms were not what they made out to be, and it is in a child's nature
to be gullible.
He didn't have to labour the point. One look at Andrews chest with the
pink scar tissue reading "Fuck you" spelled out its own lesson.
The Final Epilogue...
The sentences handed out to the Rogers trio were academic. They were of
course long but never destined to be completed, after a few years of sheer
hell through bullying by the other prisoners, first Dan was found hanged
with his testicles cut off and stuffed in his mouth then some weeks later
Mike was found, his throat cut and his privates similarly adorning his
mouth. Joyce faired no better, she lasted four years before her mutilated
body had to be carried out in a box.
Keith Hobbes retired but kept up a voluntary practice helping
distressed teenagers come to terms with their orientation. He was helped by
Simon, who, whilst loved boys, was not interested in them sexually till past
their puberty.
Derek and Andrew grew up to be the sort of men anybody would be proud
of. They both took jobs as teachers and as for young Keith, well he went
into psychiatry and took over his namesakes practice. He did however develop
one strange foible. He gave himself a female pen name and started writing
short stories for a particularly good internet erotic story site.
Well that just about wraps it up for the Davis family. I think I have
given them more than enough problems to sort out over the last five episodes
so this concludes `The Ravages of hope' I hope you have enjoyed reading them
as much as I have enjoyed writing them. I wish you well As I start a new
saga.
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That was `The Final Evil' A short story by Angela Mynah
angela_mynah@msn.com
All comments welcome, even flamers. Its being ignored I can't stand.
Please do e-mail me, I get a lot of my ideas from what you say.