Date: Fri, 07 Mar 2003 13:40:57 -0500
From: Stan Unknown <stan992001@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chapter 20 of Obsession

Bill watched behind the woodpile. He saw he boys look out
towards the back yard as he was coming closer to the house.
He didn't want them to know he was here just yet. He wanted
this to be a surprise. He stayed down low for a long time.
It seemed like hours to him, but it was only a few minutes.
When he finally looked back, the boys were walking away.
Nice of them to turn on the overhead light. It wasn't close
to being dark yet, but the light was beginning to dim.
Everything was turning in his favor. EVERYTHING!!! This
should be easy. And lots of fun!!! All he had to do was get
into the house. And he had his full set of locks picks in
his pocket.

He crawled on his belly towards the door. This was just like
he was on a recognizant mission when he was in Special
Forces. In his mind, he still was a soldier. This was just
one more mission he had to accomplish. Just two more people
he had to eliminate, like he had the people in Columbia.

Columbia! He hadn't thought about that in a long time. Every
time he thought about going before his court marshal, it got
his blood boiling. Just what he needed to give him a little
extra edge in doing what had to be done to Brian and his
little boyfriend.

Bill finally got to the steps leading up to the back door.
He quickly scanned the yard and started up the steps,
crawling up one step at a time. He finally was sitting with
his back to the door, looking to make sure that no one had
seen him.

Of course no one had. He was too good. No one was close to
being as good as he was at something like this.

He was where he could hear anything that was said inside the
kitchen and probably in the living room too. He could
clearly hear the TV playing.

He got out his lock picks, turned around so he was facing
the door, and went to work on the lock. He knew he should be
inside in a matter of a couple of minutes.


                      ***************

Justyn was almost back to Georgia 20. He was driving fast,
anxious to get back to the police station. But something was
bothering him. Something was wrong in the cabin and he had
no idea what it was.

He remembered looking around right before he left. Nothing
seemed out of place, but now he knew something was. It
continued to bother him, as he made the right turn onto 20
and started towards 400.

What was it? He had spent so many days and nights there, he
knew the interior by heart. Something was missing.

Then suddenly, he knew. The photo of him being promoted to
Detective. It wasn't on the wall with the rest of his
pictures. Someone had removed it. BILL!!! He had to have
found the cabin!!!!!

Justyn turned left into a service station, cutting right in
front of oncoming traffic. He heard car horns blaring at him
as he quickly turned around and forced his way back into the
traffic going the opposite direction. He was back at the
intersection of 20 and Peachtree Industrial Boulevard within
60 seconds.

He didn't wait on the light. He started blowing his horn and
flashing his lights as he went through the red light,
causing cars going across the intersection to hit their
brakes to avoid hitting him. Again, he heard the blaring
sound of car horns showing their owners displeasure in how
he was driving.

He floored it towards his cabin. He barely slowed down at
the first light. He didn't see any other cars so he ran the
red light. He didn't have time to spare.


                        *************

"Let me check the steaks," Brian said, as a commercial came
on. He walked into the kitchen and heard a scratching sound.
He stopped in his tracks and listened.

He heard it again. It sounded like metal rubbing against
other metal. What could it be?

He looked around the room quickly and caught a slight
movement out of the corner of his eye. The back door knob
was moving back and forth slightly. Someone was trying to
pick the back door lock!!!! IT HAD TO BE BILL!!! HE HAD
FOUND THEM!!!!

Brian quickly walked back into the living room, walking
backwards so he could keep an eye on the door. Once there,
he ran over to Rob, scaring him, and put a hand over Rob's
mouth.

"I think Bill might be here. We have to get out of here.
Don't make any more noise than you have to. We have to get
out now!!" he whispered.

Rob's eyes got wide with fear, but he didn't say anything.
He immediately got up and followed Brian to the front door.

Brian looked outside to make sure no one was there, and
carefully unlocked the front door, making as little noise as
possible. He and Rob stepped out and he started to shut it.

The cabin had an open interior. You could see the back door
from the front door. Just as Brian was about to close the
door, Bill burst through the rear door. They made eye
contact and Bill charged.

Brian slammed the door shut and yelled, "He's coming. Run as
fast as you can towards the lake."

Both boys were in great shape and they ran like Olympic
sprinters. Bill opened the front door seconds after Brian
had slammed it and was after them in a flash.

Bill didn't sprint after them. He ran fast, but at a steady
pace. He could keep up this pace for a long time. The army
had made sure of that. He had been trained for circumstances
like this. He was a professional. He just had to make sure
that he kept the enemy in sight and cut them off when he had
the advantage. He knew where they were. They would have no
idea where he was.

The boys cut to their right when they got close to the lake,
and he ran diagonal towards where he could intercept them.
His heart was racing. He should be able to corner them in no
time.


                       **************

Justyn was almost back to the cabin. He made the last turn,
the Mustang's rear end fish tailing as he got it back under
control. He slammed on the brakes hard before his driveway,
but made the turn. He took the unpaved road to the cabin at
lots faster speed than he should have. Braches whipped the
windshield, obscuring his view, as he drove the final 100
yards.

He saw the cabin finally and immediately knew something was
wrong. The front door stood wide open and he didn't see the
boys anywhere. He knew that they would never leave the front
door open unless something was wrong.

He skidded to a stop and jumped out of the car. He started
to run into the cabin when he heard a voice in the distance
yelling "You can't get away from me!" It had to be Bill. He
ran as fast as he could towards the sound of the voice.

Bill was gaining on the boys. He ran through briars,
braches, anything in his way. Nothing was going to stop him
now. He was lots stronger than they were and he could tell
that they were already wearing down. He was only about 25
yards behind them now, and he was beginning to close the
distance.

"Split up, Rob," Brian said as he fought to get his breath.
At a fork in the trail they were following, Brian ran left
and Rob right. That put Rob even closer to the path that
Bill had taken in order to cut them off.

It only took Bill about twenty more seconds before he
crashed through bushes that kept Rob from seeing him
approach and he knocked Rob down. He quickly got out his
knife and put it under Rob's throat.

"Call him. Tell Brian he'd better come back or I'm going to
slit your throat from ear to ear," he screamed. "Call him
right now or you'll never speak another word!"

Ro looked up into Bill's eyes. He could see the craziness
and hatred in them. "BRI!!! BRI!! HE'S GOT ME!!!" Rob
screamed.

"If you're not over here in one minute, starting now, I'm
going to skin your little boyfriend. I'm going to cut him up
into little bitty pieces. You don't want that, do you?" Bill
yelled.

"Leave him alone," Brian yelled back. "He never did anything
to you."

"No, but you did. Ok, so you can hear me. I'm going to give
you to the count of ten to show yourself. If you don't, all
you'll hear is his screams. ONE!" Bill shouted.

"Don't do it, Bri!" Rob shouted. Bill slapped him hard, and
Rob screamed.

"TWO! And every time I call out a number, I'm going to
punish your boyfriend," Bill said, as he kicked Rob in the
ribs. Rob screamed again, and Bill said "THREE!"

"I'm coming. Don't do anything else to him. He doesn't have
anything to do with this," Brian yelled, as he looked around
for anything he could find to defend himself. All he could
find was a rock slightly smaller than a baseball, but it was
better than nothing. He picked it up and held it against his
leg, hoping Bill wouldn't spot it.

"Better hurry. I'm losing my patience," Bill said, as he
stepped on Rob's hand and ground it into the ground. Rob
screamed louder than ever.

"Ok, I'm here," Brian said, as he stepped into the clearing.
Bill took one look at him, kicked Rob once more in the head
to make sure he wouldn't move until he got back, and charged
Brian.

Brian had played baseball since he was 8. That was the only
thing his Dad had ever done with him. And it was mostly for
his Dad.

He had first joined a traveling team when he was 12. He was
a really good pitcher. His Dad had constantly pushed him to
get better and better. He had to practice constantly, even
if he didn't want to. His Dad made all the decisions for
him.

He wound up like he was on the mound and threw his best
fastball. It hit Bill in the head, but it was a glancing
blow. It brought blood where it had hit, but Bill still
crashed into him, knocking both of them down.

Both scrambled as fast as they could to their feet, very
close together.

"This is the police! Drop the knife and put your hands in
the air," Justyn screamed, pointing his gun at Bill. He had
finally caught up to them.

In a move that was surprising, considering his size, Bill
dived for the ground at Brian's feet, sprang up, and had the
knife at Brian's throat before Justyn could fire.

"Well, if it isn't my old friend, the Detective. How good a
shot are you, Detective? Do you think you can take me out
before I slit Bri's throat? I don't think so. I don't think
you do either. So we're at a standoff. I have nothing to
lose. If I give up, they're going to fry me anyway, right?
And I couldn't take ten or fifteen years on death row
waiting for my execution anyway. I'd rather it ended here.
As a soldier," Bill said.

"You aren't a soldier any more. They kicked you out,
remember?" Justyn answered.

Hate sprang into Bill's eyes at the mention of his court
marshal. He raised the knife up and made a shallow cut onto
Brian's cheek. Brian screamed and blood started to run down
his face.

"That wasn't nice, Detective. So many bad memories inside my
head. When I think of them, I want others to suffer, like I
did. Want me to cut off Bri's ear? I think that'll be next.
Wasn't there a famous composer that lost an ear?' Bill said
laughing.

"Let him go, Bill," Justyn answered. He could see the fear
in Brian's eyes. "He's just a kid. Come use that knife on
me, why don't you?"

"I'd really like that, but you have a gun. I'll tell you
what, you take all the bullets out of the gun and throw it
to the side and I'll let Bri go. How about that for a
trade?" Bill said.

"How do I know you won't do anything to Brian if I do that?"
Justyn asked.

"Because I'll give you my word on it," Bill answered.

Justyn hesitated, but he didn't have a choice. There wasn't
any other way he could get Brian out of this alive. He
lowered his gun and popped out the clip from the handle. He
tossed the clip to the side and ejected the bullet inside
the gun. He then tossed both to the side where he had tossed
the clip. "I've been wanting you for a long time. Come and
get me, you son of a bitch," Justyn yelled.

Bill just smiled. He took the knife away from Brian's
throat, held him with one hand, and kicked his left knee
with the other. Brian collapsed in a scream of pain.

"Ok, so I lied. I had to make sure I didn't have to chase
him all over the lake after I've taken care of you. I've
decided to kill all four of you. I'll find Brian's big
brother after I'm finished with the three of you. But that's
going to take some time. I might even keep Brian and his
boyfriend alive in your house for a while before I finish
it. I think I would enjoy fucking one right next to the
other and make each other watch it. I haven't had a good
piece of boy ass in months. I think I could get it up at
least seven or eight times tonight. Too bad you won't be
alive to see it," Bill said, as he crept closer and closer
to Justyn, with the blade held pointing at him.

Justyn had assumed a classic karate pose. He was a second
degree black belt and felt sure he could take Bill out if he
didn't have the knife. He had been trained in fighting
someone with a knife, but Bill also had special training in
the army. In any case, Justyn didn't have a choice. It was a
fight to the death.

Bill feinted to the left and Justyn adjusted to it. They
were both feeling each other out. Bill finally rushed him
and Justyn pivoted and kicked him in the stomach. Bill
grunted but didn't look like it had affected him much at
all.

Bill just grinned. "I like that. A fitting adversary. You're
good, Detective. I guess I'll just have to see how good you
are."

Bill rushed Justyn once more and Justyn faked one way, went
the other, and landed a kick to the back of Bill's head as
he went past, causing him to fall down. Justyn thought about
jumping him then, but Bill was back on his feet much too
quickly. And he had a large stick in his left hand he had
landed on and the knife in his right.

"You're good. Detective. Maybe too good to fool around with.
I'm bored with this now. I have two boys I need to
entertain. And I have a feeling that I'm going to have to
pick both of them up and carry them back to your house. Nice
house, by the way. I'll burn it down, once I'm finished. And
now, it's time to finish you," Bill yelled, as he swung the
branch at Justyn and followed it with a sweep of the knife.

Justyn fell back, trying to find a way to get inside and
strike back at Bill. But with Bill having two weapons and
him none, he was overwhelmed. He finally tripped on a root
and fell over.

Bill was on him in seconds. He held him down with one arm
with the knife held ready to strike. "Gee. Looks like you
lose, Detective. See you in Hell," Bill said, as he raised
the knife slightly to bury it into Justyn's throat.

A shot rang out and Bill was knocked almost off his knees.
He looked startled. Where had it come from? He sat back up
and raised the knife once more over Justyn. A second shot
rang out and Bill's head exploded. Blood and bone tissue
covered Justyn as he lay on the ground. Bill was lying
partially on top of him, and Justyn struggled to get out
from under him.


                         *************

It took the ambulances over thirty minutes to get there. It
was more than an hour before the paramedics could load both
Brian and Rob onto stretchers, walk them through the woods
to where they were parked, and take them to the hospital.

Brian had a dislocated knee cap. Rob had a concussion and
broken ribs, plus two broken fingers. Both were lucky to
have survived. Neither felt lucky. At least they would share
a room in the hospital.

Justyn had phoned Mike. He would meet the ambulances at the
hospital. Justyn had taken the time to take a shower and
change into clean clothes. His "guest" had handled keeping
any reporters or other curious people from coming onto the
property. He had stalled the local police until Justyn could
get back downstairs. He had supervised the ambulance crews.
He had done a damn good job, Justyn thought.

They were now sitting side by side. It was over, Both were glad.
Justyn had gotten out a new bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey and
had filled a bowl with ice. They each held a tall glass and
toasted each other every so often. More and more, they made a
sizeable dent in the bottle.

"How did you know?" Justyn finally asked.

"I got inside information. Information that would hurt a
good friend of mine's career if it was ever disclosed," Paul
Anderson answered.

"Detective Martin?" Justyn asked.

"Chris Martin. He was my best friend in high school. He's
still my best friend. He and I married sisters. And I'm
Paul, God Damnit. If I ever hear you call me Mr. Anderson
again, I'm going to take you outside and kick your ass like
I was about to do when we first met," he answered.

Justyn got a big grin on his face. "Do you still think you
can do it?"

"I know damn well I can, son," Paul said with a grin on his
face.

"Hi. I'm Justyn. Nice to meet you, Paul," he said offering
his hand to him.

He shook it gladly. "I think I'm a good judge of character.
I thought I saw something in you when we first met. I still
think I was right," Paul said.

"I still don't understand. What did Chris tell you?" Justyn
asked.

"He didn't want to tell me anything. I shamed him into it.
He really felt bad when he had thought I was off my rocker
all this time about Billy's murder. He was so sorry, I could
have gotten anything out of him. But all I wanted was where
the bastard lived," Paul answered.

"Ok, so he told you," Justyn said. "How did you trace him?"

"Son, I did a lot of things in Vietnam. I was good. Really
good. We had all kinds of equipment over there. I bought a
simple tracking device and attached it to his car. I think
you've got one under yours. I don't see how he could find this
place, otherwise," Paul answered.

"You think so? Where would it be?" Justyn asked.

"Check your frame. That's where I'd put it," Paul answered.

Justyn got up and was back within a minute. He had a dirty
knee and a tracking device in his hand. "You're pretty smart
for an old man," he kidded.

"And you're pretty smart for a wet behind the ears
Detective," Paul laughed, reaching for the bourbon.
"Another?"

"Don't mind if I do," Justyn answered, grinning. "Make
yourself at home. What's mine is yours."

"This is a really nice place. I'm thinking of retiring.
Maybe I'll find a small shop and restore one or two cars at
a time to have something to do. I wouldn't mind finding
something like this," Paul said, as he looked around.

"You'd sell your business?" Justyn asked.

"I've got a really good offer on the table right now. I
don't think I'll ever get a better one. My wife passed away
shortly after Billy's murder. I think she grieved herself to
death. It's just me now. I think I'd do better just fishing
and maybe growing a garden. Maybe tune up a car here and
there," Paul answered.

"Maybe we could work out a deal," Justyn said.


                        *************

The boys finally were ready to leave the hospital. Mike
rented a limo to take them home. There was no way they were
ready to be in a truck or a Mustang.

They had already been told the whole story. They knew Bill
was dead and both of them were glad about it. They would
both still have bad dreams, but the memory was fading.

"Where're we going?" Brian asked, as he adjusted the cast on
this leg. "We've been driving for a long time."

"Home," Justyn answered.

"This isn't the way home," Rob answered.

"Well, we have some things to discuss," Mike answered.

"What've you been keeping from us?" Brian asked loudly.

"Why don't we discuss it when we get home?" Justyn said, as
he made a left turn.

"We're going to your cabin, aren't we?" Brian asked.

"Maybe," Justyn answered. "We'll explain as soon we get
there. No more questions until we're inside, Ok?"

The boys weren't happy with being left out of what was going
on, but they knew they didn't have a choice. They looked
back and forth at each other with questions in their eyes,
but waited patiently as they came closer and closer to
Justyn's cabin.

They finally drove down the dirt road leading to it and saw
five other vehicles crowding the limited parking area. They
also saw construction going on next to the cabin and also a
foundation being dug on a lot close by.

"What's going on?" Brian asked.

"All the answers are inside," Mike answered.

Both boys were bewildered. They had no idea what was going
on. The parking lot looked like a muscle car show.

Mike and Justyn helped Brian and Rob up the steps and they
were greeted by a man with a gray beard and hair.

"It's about time you got here. My stew is almost overcooked.
Are you boys hungry?" he asked.

"I'm starved. The hospital food sucked. Uh, who are you?"
Brian asked.

The older man, Justyn and Mike laughed out loud. "This is
Paul Anderson, boys. He's who shot Bill. He's also your new
Grandpa, and your tutor. He once gave up a Rhodes
Scholarship to go fight for his country in Vietnam. He's
going to home school you here. You'll have your own bedroom
and he'll have the other, until his house gets built next
door" Justyn answered.

"HUH? What the fuck is going on here? Mike is going to live
in our old house and we're going to live here? What about
Rob? His parents won't let him live here," Brian yelled.

"After everything you boys have been through together, Rob's
parents don't want to split you apart. They've agreed for
you both to be home schooled here by Mr. Anderson. And
they'll be up almost every weekend once his house is
finished," Mike answered.

"Ok.... But where are you going to stay?" Brian asked.

"Well......" Mike started to say.

"Mike and I are going to try and see if we can make it as a
couple," Justyn answered. "He's really hard headed, but I
think I can turn him around."

"Fuck you," Mike answered, grinning.

Brian was dumb founded. "You and Justyn? But you're Bi."

"So's Justyn. We have no idea if this will work. But we're
going to try," Mike answered.

"That's totally cool," Rob said, smiling.

"I've got a cop for a brother-in-law?" Brian asked.
"Awesome! You can fix any tickets I get!"

"No way, little bro," Justyn smiled. "Do you see anything
different in the living room?"

The boys walked slowly around and looked. One whole new
section of the wall was pictures of Paul, his wife, and
Billy. The picture of Justyn had been carefully taped back
together and re-framed.

"That's how you knew, didn't you? That picture?" Brian
asked.

Justyn just nodded. "That's why I kept it. It really looks
bad, doesn't it?"

"No way," Rob answered.

"Enough of this sentimental bullshit. Do you boys want to
see what that son of a bitch Justyn made me pay him to sell
me the lot next door? He got my prize Shelby Cobra. It isn't
a pussy car like your piss yellow Cobra. It's a 1966 real
deal 427 cubic inch Mother Fucker! It'll blow the doors
off anything in this lot! Yes sir, that's one fine machine.
He's building a garage to make sure my baby isn't kept out
in the rain. And I also had to kick in a 1967 Corvette
convertible. That's yours, son," he said, handing the keys
to Rob. "Brian has the piss yellow Cobra. Mike has his half
assed truck. Justyn won't part with his Mustang. I think I
can add a couple of hundred horses to it. He said I
could do what I want. I kept a vintage 1953 Corvette
convertible for myself. I sold the rest of the cars. Now,
you boys are going to have to study your asses off. I won't
stand for anything but excellent work. You're going to learn
all kind of new things. And I am going to start a new
business here restoring new cars and you both are going to
be a big part in that. You both are going to help me start
it. You'll work for me. I'm going to teach you both to speak
other languages too. I was an expert in languages in Vietnam.
Have any of you ever eaten squirrel? That's what we're
having for dinner. Squirrel stew. It's wonderful. I shot the
little bastards today while I was waiting for you to get
here. 22 rifle. I'm a great shot. I'll teach you boys to
shoot too. I can win any turkey shoot they have in these
parts. Do any of you know when he next turkey shoot is
around here?" Paul asked.

They boys looked at Mike and Justyn, perplexed. They wanted
to run away.

"Hey, you have to take the good with the bad," Justyn
kidded. "Meet your new Grandpa."

"Grandpa, Hell," Paul said.

"Excuse me sir. Are you comfortable with all of us being gay
and you're not?" Brian asked hopefully. He was hoping that
"Grandpa from Hell" would run away.

"Gay? I couldn't care less. My wife is dead, and I don't
care about anything you do. Why should I? Just don't make
lots of noise. If you do, I'll come in and beat all of your
butts. That includes both of you too," he said motioning to
Justyn and Mike. "You just keep what you do in the bedroom
private. That's what I always did. I won't give a shit what
you do. Ok, all of you are gay. Why should I care? I'm old.
All I know is have me a new family now. I can feed us just
by having squirrel stew if you guys can't bring in any
money. I have no idea what a Detective makes, but it can't
be much. And a baby doctor really isn't a real doctor, so he
can't make much either," Paul said.

The boys both looked at Mike and Justyn and shuddered. Both
looked back at them and laughed.

"Oh, I can't be gay. I don't have the equipment anymore. Did
I tell you what caused me to get out of Vietnam? I had a
sight on this one sniper. He saw me at the last instant. I
shot him right between the eyes. His finger was on the
trigger. When I shot him, it made him jerk up. It should
have, the son of a bitch. His brains were blown out. But he
got off one last round. Caught me right in the balls. Ended
all my love making. You boys want to see the scar?"


                        *************

Hehehehehe Will Bri and Rob ever escape their new prison?
Who knows what Paul will teach them? I never thought about a
sequel until now. You want one?

Hope you enjoyed the ride.

Stan

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