Abducted 2
Abducted 2
By Michael J Freeman
Chapters
1. Consciousness
2. Weak
3. Home
4. Back on the Trail
5. Max
6. In The Coffin
7. Serial Killer
8. Suspect
9. The Swan
10. The Urge to Destroy Evil
11. Marriage
12. Honeymooning
13. Armed & Ready
14. Garrotted
Consciousness
Chapter 1
The phone was ringing and Dorothy Albright picked it up. “Hello,” she answered.
“Mrs Dorothy Albright?”
“Yes speaking,” she replied.
“This is a friend of John, he may have spoken about me, always called me Prof” the middle class” voice informed her.
“Yes he told me about the chip” Dorothy replied.
“I’ll get right to the point I’m a surgeon and I would like to see if I can do anything. Do I have your permission?”
“Yes, of course John trusts you, I know.
A week later
She was on the bus with Kylie when her mobile started buzzing. “Hello” she answered
“This is Prof. John Baker he has regained consciousness” the voice said.
“Yippee! It’s John, he's awake” she shouted.
“Yippee,” Kylie shouted at the top of her lungs.
The passengers on the bus were all looking at them wondering what was going on.
“Come on we got to get off this bus and get to the hospital” Dorothy said and she stood up and walked up to the doors, impatiently waiting for the bus to make its way through the rush hour. It was stuck now, at a standstill. Dorothy reached up and pushed the emergency button and the doors whooshed op and they got off the bus and crossed the road.
“Here’s one Mum that goes to the hospital,” Kylie informed her mother.
Weak
Chapter 2
John Baker began to see a flashing light coming into his head. “Someone has turned on the lights” he thought then he saw daylight slowly seeping through his eyelashes and slowly opened his eyes. Blurred shapes became people and he felt warm kisses raining down upon his forehead and salty tears running down his face and he realized Dorothy and Kylie were hugging and kissing him.
“Oh thank God you are alive John; the doctors said that you would remain in a vegetative state...” Dorothy said tears streaming down her face.
“I have phoned Scotland Yard and there will be two men all round the clock guarding him. I suppose you know that it was no accident?” Prof asked.
“Oh we thought that they had killed him,” Kylie blurted, hugging John.
“Murdered him,” Dorothy added.
“They severed some nerves but I have joined them all up again, I’m a good bio-electrician” Prof said laughing.
“When can I go home?” The words came slowly to John’s lips and he tried to remember how he got here. Looking at Dorothy’s face then at Kylie’s images began to flash through his mind and killing someone, a Lord. “That’s why they tried to kill me,” he thought.
“You won’t have to be here long now that you have regained consciousness. We will have you out here in no time but then you will need a good rest and some therapy to regain all that muscle wastage when you were asleep.
“So how long will that be, I don’t know your name?” Dorothy hesitated.
“Just call me Prof like John but it will be a couple of weeks but he will be physically weak for months” Prof replied.
“Oh don’t worry we will look after him and nurse him back to health” Dorothy said.
“Yes we will nurse him back to health” Kylie agreed giving John a kiss on the cheek. Suddenly John’s eyes closed and he started to dream...
“No, he has not gone again; has he?” Dorothy said her voice, afraid.
“No don’t worry he is going to keep dropping off for a bit until he really wakes up and if I were you I would come back in the morning when he is awake.
Images flashed through John’s mind, men in black masks, Dorothy and Kylie’s screams as they came into his room lifting him above their heads...”No” he screamed then he felt a soft hand upon his forehead and he saw Dorothy looking down on him and he realized that he had been having a nightmare. Then he heard some music and lyrics that he recognized, “young man, that it can’t you see its YMCA” and he smiled remembering the video was gay...
“We played it to wake you up Dad,” Kylie said, kissing him.
John realized that she had never called him “Dad before. “Hello Kylie music, it’s a nice way to wake up.
“Shall I keep it on then Dad?” Kylie asked.
John liked the idea of adopting her- he was going to marry Dorothy he knew that...
“She is always talking about her Dad, the hero to her friends, how you came to the desert and rescued her,” Dorothy said, bending over him and kissing him on the lips.
“I love acting the hero,” John whispered.
“We haven’t had that spirit here since 1969, mirrors on the ceiling, we are prisoners of our own device, you can check out ...” John tried to think of the name of the song; it was so familiar…
Lyrics: On a dark desert highway - Cool wind in my hair - Warm smell of colitas - Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance - I saw a shimmering light - My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night - There she stood in the doorway - I heard the mission bell
And I was thinkin' to myself - "This could be heaven or this could be hell" Then she lit up a candle
And she showed me the way - There were voices down the corridor - I thought I heard them say
"Welcome to the Hotel California - Such a lovely place (such a lovely place) - Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California - Any time of year (any time of year) - You can find it here"
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted - She got the Mercedes-Benz, uh - She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
That she calls friends - How they dance in the courtyard - Sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember - Some dance to forget - So I called up the Captain "Please bring me my wine"
He said, "We haven't had that spirit here - Since 1969" And still, those voices are calling - From far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night - Just to hear them say - "Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)Such a lovely face - They're livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise) - Bring your alibis" - Mirrors on the ceiling
The pink champagne on ice - And she said, "We are all just prisoners here - Of our own device"
And in the master's chambers - They gathered for the feast - They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can't kill the beast - Last thing I remember - I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back - To the place I was before "Relax, " said the night man -
"We are programmed to receive - You can check out any time you like - But you can never leave!"
Songwriters: Glenn Lewis Frey / Don Felder / Donald Hugh Henley
“This is one of my old favourites” Kylie said as a long guitar solo faded out.
As John stared at Dorothy and Kylie he was filled with happiness. “I’m alive” he thought...
“John there are three armed police officers outside guarding you night and day” Dorothy informed him smiling.
Home
Chapter 3
He raised the blow pipe and blew hard and saw the black poisoned dart stick in Lord Hessel’s neck then he awoke sweating in the hospital bed looking at the window and then the door. He was glad that there were two members of the Firearms Squad outside his door because he knew that he was now an enemy of the state. Then the door opened and his old school friend Prof came in
“Good morning John, I think that we can arrange for you to go home now because it is safe for you to be moved,” Prof said.
“Oh thank God for that I was getting bored laying here all day watching tele. I never watch it much outside. But when’s it going to be?
“Later today, as your private doctor I have judgement over all these things but you would have been in here for months...but I don’t want you getting up and over exerting yourself and you will have to take it easy for a few months yet. An ambulance will come to move you and I have arranged for a twenty four seven police guard on your house. They will be camped out in the back garden. The press is there already just try to ignore them...
“Okay Prof I’m really looking forward to getting out of this place”
When the ambulance arrived he was lifted out in a wheelchair and carried through crowds of the press, cameras clicked and videos whirred. “Hey John we are so glad that you woke up” someone shouted and there was a cheer.
Dorothy and Kylie were at the front door smiling as he was carried in.
“Welcome home John,” Dorothy said, quickly closing the front door.
“Welcome home Dad,” Kylie said.
Dorothy kissed him on the cheek “I will make a nice pot of tea” she said, wheeling him into the kitchen and pushing up to the table.
“I’ll be walking around soon,” John said a determined look on his face.
“Prof told me that you must not try too and there will be a physiotherapist coming regularly to help you get on your feet again” Dorothy informed him.
“I missed you so much Dad and it was terrible when the doctors said that you would never wake up” Kylie said smiling pleased that he was back.
“I don’t think that I would ever have regained consciousness except for my friend Prof the brain surgeon” John said.
“Well you are and we will make sure that you recover completely” Dorothy assured him.
“School holidays started on the day that you woke up” Kylie informed him, grinning.
John lay around all day reading books and watching TV, he still felt weak. Dorothy gave him a bath and he was amazed to see how his muscles had atrophied while he was in the vegetative state, he was all skin and bone.
That night after Kylie had gone to bed and he lay in bed with Dorothy her hand closed around his penis and he was surprised that it immediately became erect.
“Nothing much wrong with you John that can’t be cured by love and affection” Dorothy said.
He went to climb on top of her but she pushed him back.
“You’re not to exert yourself John, so you just lay back and enjoy it” Dorothy said and she slid down the bed.
John felt her warm lips envelop his penis and begin to suck...
Back on the Trail
Chapter 4
John phoned Scotland Yard and asked to speak to his old friend Roger in forensics.
“Hello John, glad to see that you are in the land of the living again, it’s all over the media but what can I do for you” Roger asked.
“I have been doing some research on the Yewtree operation on the net and also found lots of posts on elite paedophile rings and the guv’nor’s excuse for keeping them public. What I want is anything that you have on these people '' John replied.
“Okay I’ll send it later today” Roger promised.
“Thanks Roger you are a diamond” John replied.
“Everyone said that it was you that took out Lord you know who. It was the talk of the Yard and the lads had a big celebration down at the Swan. But be careful John the spooks know as well” Roger informed him.
“Yeah these fucking spooks I wonder if you have their names?” John asked.
“No we can’t find out they have complete false identities taken from dead children’s birth and death records” Roger said.
“The scum I would love to meet up with the ones that tried to make me into a vegetable one dark night” John replied with an evil chuckle.
John was planning his next murder already and he knew that he would get all the worst cases of the elite paedophile rings if they didn’t get him first. He just couldn’t ignore the existence of these monsters because it would play on his mind. These were very rich and powerful people and he realized that to become a member of the elite one percent who thought that they controlled the world and everyone in it with the power of money one had to commit the most evil acts one could think of against the most innocent victims of all little children.
He was reading about Peter Righton now and the lists of names of elite paedophiles he had given to Scotland Yard and he knew that the police would do everything to protect these monsters because they were “those above'' who had to be obeyed and if one didn’t keep silent then they dismissed you from the job and sometimes murdered you. John had decided that he would kill with malice and aforethought and act as judge, jury and executioner and he believed that he was doing God’s work and it was right and just.
Max
Chapter 5
“Hello Max it's John Baker here”
“Hello John God I am so good that you have returned from the dead, if you will give the expression” Max said over the phone.
“Max is like a mad house here, press parked outside and just over the road in Victoria Park, coppers in the backyard, they’ve built a post. Do you reckon that you could come over and get rid of these press boys if you do a deal for an interview with me?” John asked.
“Sure but you know that I have been charged with conspiracy to pervert the course of public justice by protecting a few famous personalities?”
“Yeah I found out and those people like teens not little kids, the whole Yewtree op is just to create a smokescreen for the untouchables in the elite paedophile rings, the real fucking monsters” John said.
“Of course I know that and most of these guys were chased around by these groupies, you know that. So when do you want me to come over? Max asked.
“How about tomorrow, about eleven to half-past?” John suggested.
“Okay John see you then” Max agreed. The doorbell rang at 11.30 am on the dot...
“That will be Max,” John said.
“Oh yes Max, I will let him in,” Dorothy replied.
“How are you, old chap?” Max asked, shaking his hand.
“I’m okay, how about you and what’s going to happen with the charges?” John asked.
“Oh they have nothing on me really but it’s a conspiracy to silence me, because I know the names of those at the top. They all do, the police SIS, MI5 everyone I mean it’s a one party state and both parties are riddled with elite paedophiles” Max said lowering his voice because Kylie was listening.
“Let’s go into the kitchen and chat,” John said.
“Would you both like a cup of tea? Dorothy asked.
“Yes darling, I would love one, but can you push me into the kitchen?” John asked.
Dorothy pushed John into the kitchen and put the kettle on.
“I have been finding out about the elite paedophile rings from my contact at the Yard. I mean that certain people were protected but what I am learning now is mind blowing” John said.
“I’ll leave you two to talk in private,” Dorothy said, putting their tea and a plate of McVitie’s digestive biscuits down in front of them.
“I have been threatened to keep my mouth shut by MI5 and I take the threat seriously. It’s funny as soon as Thatcher came into the frame with Saville she died of a heart attack” Max said looking worried.
“What they have threatened to kill you?” John asked.
“Not in so many words but then I know a few people who have died suddenly in suspicious circumstances, I mean look at your own case you were never meant to wake up” Max replied.
“Yes but why don’t you go public and say that you have been threatened?” John asked.
“Go public, who to, the BBC they are all involved themselves. It’s all to do with the intelligence services I found out they actually filmed young boys being tortured down in Wales. They get the evidence then they control these people.
“I am on the track of a real perv now who used to get young boys and put them into coffins and throw stones on top, everyone knows about this evil bastard and he is a murderer who actually buried an eleven year old boy alive and made a video of it so as to terrify other young boys into satisfying his perverted lusts” John said vehemently.
“Right I suppose I’ll be reading about him soon as you get better” Max said with an evil chuckle.
“Yes but you have to get rid of the press first before I can slip out of here” John said chuckling too.
“Okay I will go out and talk to the fourth estate the fucking parasites and tell them that you will agree to an interview if they go away and that I will contact them in case of future developments” Max said drinking his tea and getting up.
Ten minutes later he was back...
“They have agreed that if you give a press conference from the balcony at the back and answer all their questions then they will decamp and leave you alone and I have negotiated a deal where as your agent they will be able to interview again on any future developments” Max informed him.
Max wheeled John out onto the balcony and a huge barrage of flash guns went off and TV crews jostled each other to get the best shooting position.
“Mr Baker what was the first thing you thought of when you regained consciousness?”
“A cup of tea” John replied laughing. “No, I thought how happy I was to be alive,” John replied.
“And it was your friend Professor Eric Nutting, the brain surgeon, an old friend of yours that brought you back after a twelve hours operation?”
“You seem to know more than me but yes I do believe that you are right and I confirm that the professor and I are old friends” John answered.
“I have heard that your accident was a conspiracy to silence you” an American reporter from the Alex Jones Show asked.
“I can’t answer that question,” John replied.
And so the questions went on for hours until Max held up his hand. “My client is still weak from his ordeal and I think that he has answered all your questions and honoured his pledge now I ask you to honour your side of the bargain and leave him in peace and for my part I undertake to inform you of any future developments” Max said.
Two months later
In The Coffin
Chapter 6
“Known all over Europe as a boy lover, likes to make them afraid put them in coffins and throw stones on the top, likes to torture young boys and three of his victims were never seen again. Has links with elite paedophile rings all over the world France, Italy and Australia. SIS have videos, photos and other evidence. Was made a baron...”
“The fucking bastards made him a baron, because they are all in these rings. Right he is first on the list” John had lots of evidence given to him by his old friend Roger at the Yard. It had come to light in the Sixties when Ronnie Kray, the gangster, started to supply boys to Lord Boothby the Tory grandee and when Boothby was nicked two QC’s from the Labour Party defended him free and he was acquitted. But Boothby liked young girls as well and these were supplied by a prostitute Sandra at Sandra’s Parties that were paedophile orgies attended by many VIPs from the UK and other countries known as rings. Evidence was obtained by SIS and MI5 so that politicians, diplomats and other VIPs could be blackmailed. Thatcher was involved with this and worked with MI5.
John started to work on a plan to take out the Baron as he began to think of him. John discovered that he was a non resident, like many of his ilk that kept his money offshore and was out of the country for more than six months of the year. John thought that he would be out of the country during the winter and likely to be home this time of the year. He had a phone number but tried to think of another way of finding out if he was home. He phoned Roger and asked him if he could find out and it turned out that he was a creature of habit and stayed down on his estate at East Green from June until August when he returned to his villa in Italy. He knows the Pope and has known to attend homosexual sex orgies where boys were used.
John was becoming more and angrier as he learned that Scotland Yard had been protecting these monsters since the Sixties and now they were arresting well known figures like Max and Sixties TV personalities in order to create a smokescreen to protect “those above” and even the Royal family were involved. He remembered going on an inquiry once involving a member of the staff in The Palace involving Charles and was astounded to learn that all staff were homosexuals. There are so many of the bastards he thought...
Later that night he looked out of the window and saw the police protection unit were sitting outside their little hut drinking and listening to a radio. “Fat lot of good they are” he thought as he looked down at Dorothy who was fast asleep. He didn’t like putting sleeping pills in her and Kylie’s bedtime Ovaltine but justice had to be done he thought.
He put on his jogging suit and opening the side window. He dropped silently to the ground and jogged towards the bus stop where he pulled his baseball cap down and pulled his hood down over his face before catching a bus into town and alighting at Earls Court. In Kensington Cemetery he jogged around until he found a Sarcophagus, he thought it was called, a little stone house where people were entombed after they died. He pulled out a small crowbar, broke open the window and climbed in, forced the lid off a coffin and found just a pile of dusty bones. “Sorry old chap but there is room for one more” he said out loud grinning. He wondered if he was disturbing the dead and felt like he was breaking a taboo. He knew that he would not be able to get the baron’s body through the window but there was a door at the back that he would be able to unlock and lock again.
John jogged back to the bus stop and pulling his hood down to cover his face he tried to work out the plan to kill...Back in Hackney he climbed back in the side window, went to the loo and had a piss then looking at his watch he saw that it was half-three in the morning and when he looked out the back the lads were still drinking beer and chatting quietly he had noticed that they were never around in the morning.
Serial Killer
Chapter 7
“How many evil people have I rid the world of?” John thought and he tried to think but his memory failed him but he knew that they would all be in Hell.
He had been given sleeping pills mixed in with Dorothy and Kylie’s bedtime Ovaltine and he slipped out of the side window again at midnight and crept away. He jogged alongside streets until he found what he was looking for, a car that wouldn’t be missed until the morning when as soon as it was reported stolen it would be on the hot list that every police car had access to. He pushed the spatula in between the window of a Ford saloon and had it open within seconds, then reaching inside he released the bonnet wired up the fuse box and pressed the solenoid and as it started he revved up the motor making sure that it didn’t conk out because each time he needed to start the engine he had to lift the bonnet. He drove slowly away until he reached the bypass then headed for East Green. He drove carefully keeping within the speed limit so as not to attract any attention from the police motorway patrols. He finally reached East Green and found the baron’s stately home easily as he had looked it up in Country Life. It was funny he thought how all these Lords wanted to be well known. He had read recently that the baron had won a libel case against someone who had accused him of being a member of a paedophile ring in a post on Facebook and he had been awarded costs. As an ex police officer John knew that in a libel case that the only thing that the court had to decide was whether the complainant’s character had been damaged, and if one was accused of being a paedophile who raped little boys then it obvious was, and if it was true even more so...The UK was the libel capital of the world and the law of libel was simply a rich man’s law to silence people.
He recognized the baron’s mansion and parked up unobtrusively off the road. He hoped that he didn’t have dogs but if he did he had a couple of pounds of juicy steak injected with fast acting knockout drugs that he had got from Prof. He could have used poison but he didn’t want to kill the dogs, just send them to sleep for a bit. He climbed over a small wall and crept towards the mansion and he was a good distance away when two Doberman Pinschers never barked but came running towards him through the trees. John quickly emptied the bag of doped meat and climbed a little way up a tree and sat there while the dogs gobbled down the big steaks. He didn’t have to wait long until they lay down and within a few minutes were snoring. He got down and crept towards the house. There were no guards outside and he approached one of the French windows on the ground floor and looked for signs of a burglar alarm and as there wasn’t he jemmied open the window and crept inside. He had a torch that was masked so as not to emit much light and found himself in a room with a huge bookcase like a library and surrounded by many modern paintings. Then he silently pushed open the door and entered the hallway surrounded by more paintings and statues. John knew that the baron was in the house somewhere but he had to find him and he went from door to door pressing his ear against it until he heard snoring. “Bingo” he thought as he grasped the doorknob with a gloved hand and slowly turned it. Inside he was disappointed to find a man and a woman asleep, neither of which was the baron. "Servants” he thought as he partially explored their faces by the light of his masked torch. He crept out of the room as silently as he had entered and went up the staircase to the first floor pressing his ear against each door until he heard snoring again. “Got you” he thought, slowly twisting the doorknob and creeping into the bedroom then he shone a little bit of light on the cheeks and they were chubby and shiny just like the picture in the magazine. He withdrew a bottle of chloroform and put some on a surgical pad then clamped it over the baron’s nose and mouth. The baron awoke immediately and began to struggle his eyes wide with fright in the subdued light. John held the pad against the baron’s face until he stopped struggling then he bound his ankles and wrists with adhesive tape. “I hope I’m strong enough; God give me strength” he thought as he bent down and slung the baron’s limp body over his shoulder and began to carry him out of the house the way he had come. John realized that he had regained his old superhuman strength and was glad of the months of weight training he had done to get back in shape. He was puffing a bit as he passed the bodies of the sleeping guard dogs and with an effort he unloaded the inert body so that it lay on top of the low wall and going over the car he opened the boot then picking up the baron’s body like a rag doll he unloaded it into the boot.
He drove carefully back to London to the cemetery, parked outside, heaved the body onto his shoulder and carried it to the crypt. He picked the old lock easily, put the baron’s body down on the floor and opened the coffin lid and lifted him up and put him on top of the other body that broke into pieces sending clouds of dust into the room. The baron groaned and John knew that he would awake soon and he pushed the big heavy lid back on so that it clicked into place. He opened the door of the crypt and outside he picked up a handful of stones and going back inside he let them drop slowly on the coffin lid and was rewarded by screams of fear. “Now you know what it feels like, you monster,” he said. He checked the time on his watch that said three fifteen then sat down listening to the muffled screams coming from the coffin and perversely enjoying them. “This is the sound, the screams of terrified boys that turned you on but now hearing yours is poetic justice” he said out loud and he waited until four when the screams became faint then died into silence. He went outside, locked the door of the vault and walked back to the car, drove back to Hackney and parked it up back in the place where he had found it and closed the door. He knew that in the morning the driver wouldn’t notice anything unusual.
Suspect
Chapter 8
The headlines screamed: British Baron Disappears and John smiled and knew that he would be getting a visit soon.
“Hello John, nice to see you alive and well after everyone thought that you were never going to wake up” Superintendent John Creighton said, shaking hands with his old colleague.
“Come in John, fancy a beer or a cup of tea?” John asked the superintendent and a detective he hadn’t seen before.
“I’ll have a beer. It's getting warm out there. By the way, this is detective sergeant Tom Jones” the superintendent introduced his colleague.
“Tom Jones” Kylie repeated laughing her hand over her mouth.
“Don’t be cheeky Kylie” Dorothy admonished her daughter.
“Come on, let's go out on the balcony and chat” John said, getting up and leading the way. Out on the porch they sat down at the table and chairs and sipped their cold beer from the bottle.
“The order came from above for me to come over here and question you John and I have to put it to you, do you know anything about Lord de Berg’s disappearance?”
“Absolutely nothing,” John replied.
“The spooks think that the same person who killed Lord Hessel with the poisoned blow dart has killed the baron. I questioned the protection squad who said that you never left the apartment” Creighton informed him.
“What they think that I am some homicidal maniac who goes around killing Lords?” John sniggered as though the suggestion was ridiculous.
“It seems like it but now I can tell them that it couldn’t have been you because you were under obs all night” Creighton replied.
“Under obs, I thought that the firearms boys were there to protect me?” John said.
“They are John but they also record as part of their duties all movements in and out of this property but none of us like all these creeps and most think that we should nick them and throw away the key; I mean your views are well known and we all admire you but murder is murder and we have to investigate” Creighton said winking.
“Good then you know that I’m not the homicidal maniac with a grudge against the high and mighty” John replied smiling thinking of the baron screaming out last night in fear as he dropped the stones on the coffin and grinning thinking that he was insane by normal standards but you couldn’t administer justices to the rich and powerful psychopaths by acting within the law.
“John I’ll leave you alone and in peace and will make a report that you were in all last night and have an alibi. Thanks for the drink John. I’ll make my own way out” Creighton said
“Goodbye John, give my regards to the lads and say I hope that when they find his Lordship he hasn’t got a poison dart sticking in his neck” John said grinning. He sat there finishing off his beer and when the lads in the firearms squad looked his way he gave them the thumbs up sign.
“What did they want, John?” Dorothy asked a worried look on her face coming out onto the balcony and sitting down.
“Oh some paedo baron has disappeared and they came to question me, but I had an alibi because I was in bed with you all night” John replied smiling.
“Yes and I would have known if you had got up and gone out” Dorothy said.
“Of course and we had the protection squad watching all night as well” John observed,
“But why did they want to question you?” Dorothy asked.
“Because they think that I killed Lord Hessel,” John replied.
“But that’s ridiculous, why do they suspect you? Dorothy asked.
“Because when I was in the job I always wanted to nick these people. I mean we had plenty of evidence” John replied.
“Well why couldn’t you?” Dorothy asked.
“They said that it was a matter of state security but I know that the orders from above are channelled through the Home Office from the rich and powerful perverts who control everything, the government, the police, everything” John said bitterly.
“That’s unbelievable John but because it’s you who is telling me I believe it and that’s why they tried to murder you isn’t it? Dorothy replied.
“Yes I’m an enemy of the state” John said grinning...
The Swan
Chapter 9
“Why don’t you come for a drink with me and the lads over the Swan? Everyone wants to see you John, you make a copper proud” Superintendent Creighton said over the phone.
“Okay I’ll be there about eight John agreed.
The Swan was crowded and nearly everyone in the saloon bar was on the job and when they saw John there was a little burst of applause and Creighton beckoned him to his table where he sat with some of John’s old friends on the Murder Squad.
“Glad you could make it John, what can I get you?” Creighton greeted him.
“I’ll have a pint of Guinness,” John replied.
Creighton went over to the bar and several of his old colleagues reached over and shook his hand.
“Thanks lads, sometimes I wish that I was back at the Yard because I miss the excitement of the job” John said to humour his old colleagues but thinking that life was much more exciting now being judge, jury and executioner.
“Here you are John” Creighton said, placing his Guinness down in front of him and the others from the round of drinks that he had just bought.
“Thanks” John said looking around at the red cheery faces of his old friends but thinking that he had never been a hard drinking companion of these guys because he didn’t like to get drunk whereas the force was a hard drinking culture where everyone got pissed everyday and talked shop. He knew that he was only popular now because he had become a national hero and everyone wanted to know him and have him as a friend.
“A toast to Judge Dredd” Creighton said laughing, raising his glass of whisky.
“To Judge Dredd” everyone toasted and all the coppers in the saloon bar looked over and joined in the toast.
“That’s not funny John!” John exclaimed
“I was only joking John but that’s your nickname at the Yard now” Creighton replied.
“What everyone thinks that I’m a homicidal maniac going round topping paedos?” John complained but secretly loved his nickname because that’s what he was now a Judge Dredd.
“Come on John it’s only a laugh and we don’t give a fuck about those fucking monsters anyway” Creighton apologised.
“I don’t either but the fucking spooks do and they wanted me brown bread” John said a serious look on his face.
“Yeah we should nick the dirty bastards, all of them imagine if it was your kid?”
“John we didn’t want you to go, it was that feminist MP that stood up in Parliament and complained about abusing, I mean shagging all those peace women.”
Everyone started to laugh and look at John...
“Yeah but it was on a plate and any red blooded guy would have done the same” John complained.
“Yeah there was nothing the guv’nor could do, the order came from above” Creighton.
“This guy that’s just disappeared, baron whatever his name is” John said, thinking that he had forgotten the name of the lord that he had executed. That was the most horrible way of burying him alive. Another pint of Guinness appeared in front of John and he picked it up and took a gulp, the creamy white froth of the dark beer sticking to his upper lip making the beer drinking even more pleasurable when he wiped off the froth with that back of his hand. Yeah this guy that disappeared I remember when we had him bang to rights him and Maggie Thatcher. He supplied all the little boys and supplied them to all her rich supporters and they donated millions. I mean that cunt was known in all the child brothels in this country and Europe. He used to force little boys into coffins and tell them that they were going to be buried alive and then sit there wanking and throwing stones on the lid off the coffin. When the boy was let out he was terrified and would do anything that the baron wanted. Yes he is someone for England to be proud of the fucking English toff Thatcher’s mentor who boasted that it was he who decided if she won the elections. I wanted this guy bad, I thought that I would do the world a favour if we locked him up and threw away the key” John hesitated as someone put another pint of Guinness by his elbow and a double whisky.
“Have a chaser with your Guinness John; my old man always loved a chaser with it,” DC Breen of the Murder Squad said.
John noticed that everyone was looking at him and the saloon bar had gone quite like everyone was waiting for him to speak. John realised that he mustn’t drink much but he would finish the drinks in front of him. “Anyway I had the cunt well stitched up but when I wanted to charge him and Thatcher I was told that the investigation had been dropped and that MI5 had said that it was a matter of security and that the fucking baron was working for them. What a load of bollocks like he’s James Bond, but instead of fucking beautiful women he fucks little boys arses...” John paused.
“Is that why you made him brown bread Judge?” Creighton said bursting out into a drunken laugh that spread around the saloon bar like fire and everyone was roaring with laughter.
“That’s bang out of order John” John protested.
“No-one gives a fuck about him John, look we all have our little perks like phoning Danny at the News of the Screws, everyone does a little bit of business so why shouldn’t a murder squad officer do a few murders now and again?” Creighton said, starting to talk seriously then quickly delivering the punch line.
The whole saloon bar erupted into laughter and some of them started to cry with laughter and they were all looking at John
“Came from above, yeah from the paedos themselves, we ought to do something about it not take orders, the police are supposed to be independent. I come from a family of proud incorruptible coppers who must be turning in their graves'' John said angrily standing up. “I’m going because if the order came from above you would arrest me, fit me up and see me lifted off” he said angrily walking towards the door...
“Don’t go John have another drink” John called after him.
“Yeah goodbye Judge” a few voices called.
John drove along the Embankment wondering how police officers, once the finest in the world could be controlled because they were in fear of losing their jobs so they let dangerous psychopaths rape, torture and murder little children. “They’re accomplices to the murders and guilty of murder themselves; well I won’t be controlled because I will hunt them down like Judge Dredd and execute the guilty ones. I am a warrior doing God’s work” John thought grinning and feeling like a god.
Later that night he started to study the Gnostics on Wikipedia. That’s why I am a Gnostic it sums up my beliefs perfectly. I believe that we are all the sons of God and in resurrection” he thought then he read that the Roman Catholic Pope and the hierarchy had said that Gnosticism was a heresy and anyone who followed this religion was tortured until they confessed to heresy and burnt at the stake. “That’s who they are” he thought the boy lovers had been there since the birth of Christianity some three hundred years after the death of Christ. It was a schism of Judaism.
“You going to stay up all night, John?” Dorothy asked, walking into the room.
John noticed that she was dressed in a basque, suspenders, black stockings and high heels and that she was made-up like an actress in a blue film. “A Madonna in the family and a whore in the bedroom” he thought and another facet of Gnosticism fell into place because they believed that sexual pleasure was divine and that the Christians had made it a sin...
Two Years Later
The Urge to Destroy Evil
Chapter 10
The protection squad was camped out back for two years until one summer’s day they had packed up and left and Max had sold another story to the media about how he the hero was now unprotected when Tony Blair the war criminal had a twenty-four-seven guard because so many people wanted to kill him because he had lied to the people about weapons of mass destruction aimed at Britain and that we would only get a forty five minute before they hit us. John read it and laughed because he wanted to kill him too. Not just because his treachery and mendacity had led to hundreds of thousands of children being killed but because along with his pal Mandelson he was a member of a paedophile ring that sexually tortured young boys. He had been exposed in the Scottish Herald newspaper who had printed the whole story until they were raided by the police under the prevention of terrorism acts and a D notice served...He planned to kill another VIP soon and was getting excited about it. He started to find out what foreign countries they visited and discovered an enormous amount of information particularly about the network of child brothels through the UK, Ireland and mainland Europe and as he took all the information in from copies of “buried” police files together with the info buzzing around the net it became obvious that even though it was hearsay there were plenty of potential witnesses who would give evidence, if they were assured that the abusers were going down no matter how powerful they were. But that was the problem that most people were afraid because there is a price for everything in the Underworld. He discovered that the price of a little blond boy of eight in Amsterdam was twenty thousand US dollars in cash. He decided to phone his friend the Dutchman Johann and he called him.
“Hello”
“Hello Johann this is John and I am following up a lead on an English Lord that flies over to Amsterdam quite a lot when he stays in London and pays to fuck eight year old boys at twenty thousand US dollars in cash. He likes to torture them before he buggers them and one died of internal injuries” John said.
“Oh yes, I know who you mean everyone knows of this man because of the things that he does and the enormous sums of money he pays...” Johann replied.
“What I would like is some dates of when the monster visits?” John asked.
“No problem,” Johann promised.
“I’ll fly over to Amsterdam kill his Lordship and then come back” he thought before he realized that this would provide enough circumstantial evidence for an order to come from above to get the Dutch issue a European Arrest Warrant to try him for the murder. He would probably be found unfit to plead, certified and spend the rest of his life in a prison hospital for the criminally insane. He would have to wait until he returned to England. He rang Johann to tell of his change of plan.
“Johann John here, sorry I won’t need the info about the Lord anymore” John apologized.
“John, it's obvious what you were going to do. The old blow pipe” Johann chuckled over the phone but why do it yourself as I told you there is a price for everything. For a professional to hit on an evil man twenty thousand US dollars in cash and I can arrange everything...
John thought about it and although he wanted the pleasure of doing the execution himself he had thought of taking out this monster for a long time and he had loads of money now. “Okay but I want a fucking big dildo rammed up his arse before he is dispatched” John said.
John was eating his breakfast and the TV was on because Kylie loved to watch. Suddenly the broadcast was interrupted by a newsflash “British Lord’s body found floating in Amsterdam canal” He grinned well "they can’t blame me for this one can they?” he said smiling and crunching on his toast and marmalade.
“Who was he then John?” Dorothy asked.
“He was a British Lord who liked to torture little boys, I’ll tell you about it later” he promised glancing at Kylie.
“I don’t mind talking about it because I’m not a child anymore” Kylie interjected a serious look on her face, her eyebrows knitted together.
“I don’t mind you talking about it Kylie if Dorothy doesn’t” John said.
“Yes I don’t mind getting it all in your system” Dorothy agreed.
“But why do horrible people want to torture children” Kylie asked.
“One thing I have discovered is that it’s a membership requirement for some of the greediest people in the world to show that they are utterly evil and will do anything for money,” John explained.
“It’s horrible, really unbelievable!” Dorothy exclaimed.
“I don’t understand,” Kylie said.
“Think about the people right at the top, the people who control the world, the people who cause war for profit they have to make decisions that will kill hundreds of thousands of civilians and to become a member of the super rich they have to be utterly evil and torturing and murdering children is the most evil thing that exists.... These people have killed over fifty million people since the Sixties” John explained.
“But I thought that war was expensive, all those missiles and things cost millions?” Dorothy asked.
“That was puzzling to me as well but then I found out that the government pays for arms out of taxes and that they pay the big corporations that are owned by the greedy one per cent while everyone else gets poorer” John explained.
“But I thought that these evil people were Satanists who worship the Devil,” Dorothy said.
“I investigated a few of these sects because they practised sex with under aged girls but I never ever discovered any murders and my opinion is that most of those so called Devil worshippers just used it to indulge in illegal sex” John replied.
“So they don’t sacrifice virgins on the altar like in the Dennis Wheatley novels I read years ago?” Dorothy asked.
No the Priest calls sex with a virgin communion” John explained.
“I’m a virgin,” Kylie observed.
“Yes and you stay that way until you meet the right boy, the one that you are going to marry” Dorothy advised her daughter.
“Dorothy I have something to ask you” John said, getting down on one knee and taking a ring out of a jewellery box.
“What are you doing John?” Dorothy asked, thinking that he was playing a game.
“Dorothy, will you marry me?” John asked a serious look on his face.
“Oh yes John yes, I love you” Dorothy replied.
“Yes we both love you” Kylie blurted.
Marriage
Chapter 11
Kylie was playing music in her room and dancing in front of her laptop. She ground her hips like all the pop singers were doing and touched her genitals through her dress. “Everyone’s doing it now” she thought as she watched the sexy blonde girl singer on YouTube. She was going to do one of herself and send it in. Then a video of Michael Jackson began to play and as she looked at his face she began to cry. “Why did they murder him, she thought?” then just as she asked herself the question Michael touched his genitals, then he did it again and every time he did it she did it and she began to feel an exquisite feeling spreading through her body...Mum and Dad were always kissing and cuddling and cuddling her too, everybody was happy and she wished it could stay like that forever.
“We can talk now about the wedding plans...” John said, gesturing at Kylie’s room and smiling.
“I don’t want a white wedding John...not after the divorce with all those people press and that...” Dorothy said, looking at John hoping that he would understand.
“Dorothy I’m so happy that you feel that way because I feel that way too and I’m a Gnostic really. I used to say agnostic but I learned about the Gnostic faith recently and I’m doing holy work” he said wondering whether she would think that he was a bit eccentric.
“So it’s a quiet little ceremony at the register office then?” Dorothy said, throwing her arms around him.
“Yes, then we will go out to a nice romantic restaurant and then off to Italy for a couple of weeks,” John replied, kissing her.
“Italy I have never been to Italy but I like Italian food” Dorothy agreed.
“There’s one thing I don’t like about Italy though: the Vatican, the Pope and his ilk and the power the church has over the country and the priests over the family. Every catholic priest to me now looks like a nonce, bald little patch, spectacles and fat or going fat” John said.
“I know what you mean John but do you think that they turn like that because they are celibate? Dorothy asked.
“No, this boy thing has been going on for hundreds of years; it’s become institutional and homosexual paedophiles are attracted to the priesthood because of its access to young boys. The age of consent in the Vatican is ten for God’s sake” John said in disgust.
“Ten, that’s disgusting and criminal, is the age of consent in Italy ten then?” asked Dorothy.
“The Vatican is an independent country in Italy with its own laws. The age of consent in Italy is fourteen. I can tell these evil bastards a mile off now. The way the last Pope was allowed to resign after taking part in underage sex orgies and its obvious why this perverse law was enacted. They used to castrate boys to keep their voices high...” John replied.
“Well I hope that we are not going to see any when we go on our honeymoon” Dorothy said.
“No, we are going to a beach resort right on the toe of Italy. We will be swimming, dancing and eating loads of fresh shellfish and that” John replied.
“Oh I love those big prawns and scampi” Dorothy enthused.
“Me too and oysters” John said.
“Oysters I’ve ever tasted them” Dorothy admitted.
Honeymooning
Chapter 12
John hired a car at the airport and drove out taking the signs to Taranto while Dorothy studied the map and they were there in half-an-hour. The holiday villa was on the sea shore and surrounded by palm trees and big cedars.
“It’s lovely John, I wouldn’t mind coming to a place like this when we retire” she said.
“Yes, why can’t we live here? It's so cold in England” Kylie replied.
John parked the car and unlocked the door and they all walked into the one storey villa and walked around the open planned living area and three bedrooms.
“Oh can I go for a swim?” Kylie asked about discovering the swimming pool.
“You can if you want but I’m hungry and we can’t go shopping until tomorrow in Taranto” John replied.
“So are we going out to eat? Dorothy asked.
The restaurant was crowded and most of the diners were families with their children.
“Kylie what do you want to start?” Dorothy asked.
“I don’t know it’s all in Italian,” Kylie said, staring at the menu.
“She’s right you know” Dorothy said giggling.
“Perhaps the waiters speak English,” John replied.
When the waiter came, John asked him “Do you speak English?”
“Beef steak, chicken, fish, salads, starters?” the waiter asked.
“Starters si, vino si” John replied, exhausting his Italian. Soon the table was covered in lots of different dishes that they all tucked into.
“Mm this is fabulous and the way the dishes are prepared” Dorothy observed. They all ate big quantities until they were fully washed down with a bottle of wine giving Kylie a little drop mixed with water then the waiter arrived, a big smile on his face. “Finish?” he asked.
“Yes, finished,” John replied.
The waiter gave them back the menu and pointed to it. “Chicken, fish, bifsteak?” he asked
“No we are full up although we would like an ice-cream” John replied grinning, rubbing his stomach and making full-up signs.
“Ah gelate, ice cream si?”
“Si” John said, nodding his head vigorously.
It was very warm at night and they sweated as they made passionate love then they slept with just a thin sheet over them.
The next day they went into Taranto and driving along a palm lined seafront they found an open air market and bought shellfish, chicken, eggs, bread, milk, fruit and vegetables. They couldn’t speak Italian but everything was marked and they just pointed. Everyone was so friendly and they were often offered tasters of food before they bought it.
When they got back to the villa Dorothy cooked a meal then they walked down to the beach and sunbathed, ran about in the water and went scuba diving. The water was crystal clear with lots of fish swimming around.
As John lay on the golden sand watching Kylie enjoying themselves splashing around and playing in the water he tried to relax and forget about elite paedophile rings and the evil people who raped and tortured children and although he tried he could not stop. He wished that he could travel up to the “Holy See '' of the Vatican where the legal age of consent was ten and kill a few paedophile priests and he fantasised killing a whole room full. He was getting bored already and he started to plan his next murder. He was an expert at killing people having been on the Murder Squad at Scotland Yard for years and knew all the tricks. He thought how ironic it was that he had hunted down murderers for years and now had become one himself...
Dorothy was a passionate lover and they had sex almost every night after Kylie had gone to sleep then suddenly she told him.
“John, I think that I am pregnant,” she said.
“Really” John replied surprised because all the time he had been having sex with Dorothy he had never thought of her becoming pregnant.
“What do you think then John?” Dorothy asked, looking directly into his eyes.
“I think that it’s great now that it has happened. So I’m going to be a Dad at fifty four” he replied smiling and kissing her.
“I’m so glad that you are happy with the idea John because some men are not” Dorothy said snuggling into him.
John cuddled Dorothy tight and they drifted off to sleep...
Armed & Ready
Chapter 13
John was thinking about becoming a father and the scans had shown that it was going to be a boy and both he and Dorothy were over the moon with the news but he knew that he would still carry on with his mission to kill evil people and studied the secret list that he had got from Roger at the Yard. He knew that he was being watched and wondered if those above would try to kill him again. “Next time I’m going to kill a few spooks,” he thought. He needed a gun or weapons to protect himself. He had contacts in the London Underworld who would get him a gun no problem but he knew from experience that people talked a lot and his name might get back to those above. He picked up the phone and called Johann.
“Hello”
“Hi Johann, how are you?” he asked.
“Fine, how are you?”
“I need some protection delivered to me an Uzzi and a Browning pistol because I don’t want to buy it here,” John said.
“Okay, do you want to make a meet with one of my salesmen?” Johann asked.
“Yes but don’t tell him who I am.” John said I will pay you up front by credit transfer” John replied.
“Okay I will arrange everything where do you want to meet?” Johann asked.
“In Victoria Park, Hackney near the swings I will leave an open sports bag next to where I am working out and he just has to put it inside. I will be wearing a bright red track suit” John replied.
“Okay I will ring you later today and arrange a meet” Johann promised.
The phone rang later and John picked it up.“Hello.”
“Tomorrow morning at eleven your time” Johann said.
“Okay thanks” John said.
Next day
“Just going over the park to have a workout,” John said.
“Okay that’s what I need, I feel fat” Dorothy replied.
“No it’s because you are pregnant” John said smiling.
“How long will you be?”
“Oh only half-an-hour or so until I get tired” John said.
At eleven John picked up his sports bag and jogged into Victoria Park and over to the swings that were deserted, put his sports bag down next to a bench, sat down and unzipped it taking out his gloves then leaving it open he started to do pull-ups on some overhead bars. After about ten minutes a guy carrying a bag sat down on the bench, lit a fag then slipped a sack into his training bag. John pretended not to notice but as soon as the man had left he went over and zipped up the bag and worked out for another twenty minutes before jogging back home.
Garrotted
Chapter 14
The child brothel was a suburban guest house near Barnes Common South London and John sat waiting surveying the entrance. He might have to wait for hours; he knew that but his informant Roger had said that Fridays were a good time. He was there all day and in the afternoon he thought of Dorothy collecting Kylie from school and his son growing in her stomach. He thought about stopping his mission but he knew that he could not. He had told Dorothy that he was going out on a bit of business and might be home late; she had given him a strange look but never questioned him. His intended victim was a Labour peer and John had studied photographs of him so as to recognize him. As he sat there his arse aching from sitting down on the hot car seat for too long he was reminded of when he was in the job and him, and brother detectives would plot up on suspects for days. He was used to it and soon it began to get dark then suddenly a car headlights lit up the tree lined road and a car pulled up outside the guest house. He trained his binoculars on the car and saw a man get out with a young boy and take him into the house then about five minutes later the same man emerged without the boy getting into his car and drove away.
John felt that soon his intended victim would arrive and sure enough a new Jaguar saloon came down the road and halted opposite the guesthouse and parked under the trees, a man got out and John trained the binoculars on his face and made a positive identification.
The man disappeared into the house and John reached into his bag and pulled out a boiler suit and slipped into it then he took a pair of gloves and a garrotte that he had made out of a short length of cheese wire and two wooden handles then he walked silently through the row of trees lining the road and then stopping behind a tree next to the shiny new Jaguar he waited. He knew that the young boy was being tortured and raped inside and he would like to have stopped it but even though he could have caught the rapist bang to rights he knew that there would be no arrest and everything would be hushed up. He waited for over an hour, his mind creating horrific pictures in his head before suddenly the guesthouse door opened sending a shaft of yellow electric light out into the dark road. John’s heart began to beat and he took a deep breath and gripped the handles of the garrotte with gloved hands. As his victim opened the driver’s door he quickly stepped up behind him looping it over his head around his neck and viciously tightened it. His victim thrashed around his legs dancing the dance of death and John held him tight in a fatal embrace until he stopped struggling and lay still among the wet leaves that had blown from the common. John walked slowly and calmly back to his own car before getting in and driving off. When he got home he would burn the boiler suit and the garrotte handles and completely destroy all the evidence. As he drove home he wondered if the order would come from above for the spooks to come and get him but this time he would be ready and he planned to kill them all…
The End
Volume 2
I hope that you have enjoyed this story and will possibly do me a favour by reviewing it. I am working on Abducted 3 and it will be available soon...
Mike Freeman
All the characters and in this story are fictitious and any similarity to real life is purely coincidental...
Copyright© Michael J Freeman June 2013