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Post by willc453 on Jul 4, 2014 14:56:45 GMT -6
Still writing the story and on chapter 4. Wanted to make sure I called dibs first on this title before someone else does. (no names of course, but I still think he's a troll for Selman) ------------------------------------- Sorry that 26 people wasted their time looking for a story that wasn't there. Started cranking this story out about a week ago between working (truck driver) 10+ hours a day, then dealing with Simon who along with my other 2 dogs, are in other chapters. Being older than the norm of The Affected, thought maybe some people didn't realize they had an ability until later on. I also thought there would be a lot of web/fan sites for people to talk/write about. I still haven't figured out how to do a 3rd person kind of story, so sticking to a 1 person view point. Anyway, hope you enjoy it and hopefully, I can get another chapter or two in during the next 2 days along with more of The Layover. (shameless plug, I know). ------------------------------------------------ The Affected Chapter 1
I've read with some amusement the comments/observations made by the various readers of this WikiAffected site on what they call "super heroes" and "super villains". It's apparent that NONE of you have any abnormal ability from what I call "The Event" and no doubt there's more than one govt. troll doing his/her best to spread disinformation. Don't believe me? Ever wonder why there weren't more people affected on these flights? Did you wonder, maybe, just maybe there were, but the various governments have them in specially made prisons? Oh, I'm sorry....if the govt. ever did admit to something like this, I'm sure they'd be saying "they were under protective custody for their own good and safety along with the safety of the general public at large". And of course, they're being treated "humanely". Anyone want to bet they're being treated like lab rats and not as human beings? But they haven't caught all of us. Enclosed are excerpts from my diary. So gather round children and learn that there are wolves among you....and some of us are very, very hungry for sheep such as yourselves.
With what's been happening to/between Dwayne and myself, haven't had any interest (time?) to write about what's happened to us. There's what we call "The Event"....and what happened to us that are being called Infected by some, Affected by others. Depends on your point of view....whether you're "normal", i.e. no special abilities and those with a useful beyond the "normal". It's still unknown why some have multiple abilities like the guy they call Superman, then later on as Hercules, but others like The Flash aka The Speedster who has only one. Another thing is how people have reacted in having really special abilities like those 2 and others. Some are being called heroes, others, villains. I must be kind of in the middle....or as D&D players would put it, chaotic neutral which means I've done good & bad things with my ability. So because I have done some bad things, got lumped in the super villain category. Murder, terrorizing/killing govt. officials, bank robbery, rape....bad. The good stuff....oh no, let's not bring that up. As if a villain couldn't also do good in the world? That world as I knew it is gone. I no longer have a home....at least the one I used to live in before all of this started. My dogs were killed by a Homeland Security swat team and our homes burned down they said due to the tear gas grenades heating up when it first goes off. Is it any wonder I'm like a yo-yo emotionally? Wanting to help people, then turning around and terrorizing them the next? Scary words: "we're from the government and we're here to help you." But then what goes around, comes around. Like dropping off all 18 members of that swat team a mile off the coast of Australia....but 500 feet in the air. Hey, great whites and other sharks have to eat too. These guys would of eventually died, pumped full of gook to look like they were alive, then buried in the ground to rot where even worms couldn't get at them. Doing my bit for recycling/the environment, right?
Let me back up to when/where it all started. Worked on Dwayne for 3 months before he agreed to go with me to visit Dad in Florida. Dad's going to be 87 this year and.... I paid his airline ticket, that was a gimme, but rent him a car with the car rental for those 2 weeks costing twice as much as the airline tickets?! Of course, I only drive when I'm totally bored, other wise it's jumping or taking a taxi. Even among all of us "infected", we're freaks among freaks. We're the ONLY 2 known to be changed during "The Affected" because of our age as he'll be 57 and me, 58 this year. I say we're the only 2 known, but maybe there are others, but maybe they've made sure they stay hidden. Or who knows, maybe Selman knows what happened to them. Or some other black government agency has them. Got anything to say about that Selman? One good thing about my ability is I've got THE latest laptop to do this writing with, other wise I wouldn't even bother. But it is a pain in the b*tt to put everything on 2 thumb drives, then erase everything on the laptop. But I still don't understand why I have this urge/need to write. Maybe it's my only companion I can "talk" to and doesn't judge me? The 21st century version of a confessional booth?
The 2 weeks with Dad, Sam and his family were good ones. Think Dwayne realized how much he's missed out in not keeping in contact with everyone in the family. Of course, now with his ability, he's got no interest in pc games/the net. Not when you can see/hear everything in any part of the world by just concentrating on someone. Of course, the government wanted to make him a super spy and a lot of elected officials basically cr*pped their pants when they found out what he could do....they must have a lot of skeletons in their closets. And had to laugh when over a dozen Congressmen/Senators suddenly resigned "due to health problems". Of course, maybe it helped when I dumped some of them off the Australian coast. And I bet it drove Dwayne crazy unable to find any body.
We were going to take the red eye flight out of Tampa, but a slightly earlier flight/seats became available, so we took it. From what I understand, had we taken the flight originally planned, we wouldn't of been in the air when the change took place. When the change took place, I was thinking of different places we had gone to while at Dads and when I was on the road. And thinking how I'd like to go back to driving over the road, but with 3 dogs and Dwayne having no interest in caring for them up to 3 months at a time, I knew it was northing more than wishful thinking. But then two things happened: I jerked like I was having a spastic attack and got one hellacious headache from inside my left eyeball to that area just above and behind my left ear. I didn't know what happened and thought at first maybe the airplane had hit a down draft. When I found what my ability was, I wondered if it was possible to also go back in time. More about that later. Doesn't work that way, but then maybe someone does have that ability....did they change history as we know it, but we don't know history has been changed? Or once they changed history, that person didn't exist for unknown reasons? Like he/she tried killing Hitler, succeeded, but then because their grandparents never met during/after the war, their parents had met someone different, so they were never born like they were before they were changed. And simply got nullified/erased right after they tried this? The debate I've had with myself about this keeps going on/off all the time. As to maybe a down draft, always wondered if the pilot/co-pilot was affected?
Didn't think about Dwayne at the time and it took me a bit to dig out aspirins from my over night bag. Asked for/got a 7 Up from the steward and it tasted funny. Then Dwayne woke up, saying he had a headache, so gave him a couple. Land in Reno and feeling like sh*t and Dwayne's not looking too good either. Take a cab home and we basically both crashed for almost 18 hours. I was thinking/wondering if we both had come down with something and I had to make a quick call to work to call in sick. Mary Ann was a bit ticked with only having 6 hours notice, but told her if I wasn't feeling better by tomorrow, I was seeing a doctor. Think she understood that this wasn't some bs excuse on my part as I've always given notice when I wanted to use sick time for a day off and always gave at least a weeks notice before hand. Feeling so bad, that I didn't check on Dwayne. Kept the bedroom door closed so the dogs couldn't come in and laid back down which seemed to help and drifted off to sleep. Next day, no answer from Dwayne, but then he's always playing the World of Tanks and goes to bed at odd hours. Thought maybe the site was having another marathon for extra gold/tanks/garages.
When I finally did wake up, Dwayne had put Grizzly on the cable and the front door was open so Gwen/Simon could get outside if they wanted to. Knocked on Dwaynes door and called out to him, but no answer. Figured I'd check on him later on that day. Cleaned up the yard and got the rest of the broken section of the fence broken down and figured would have the guy with the bobcat come out next weekend to put post holes in. But then, things started happening very fast. Kind of like people suddenly finding themselves looking at a tornado with no warning of any kind. Was still feeling like cr*p, but at least the headache was gone. Kind of felt like I was here, but not here. When I got to Hayward, told Carl each time I wasn't feeling too well and just give me a holler when everything was done and I was ready to go. Of course, those 3 days I had returns and it's not easy trying to relax/unwind with a trailer bouncing being loaded. Coming back was worse with me taking at least an hour nap, then sleeping in the truck for another 2 hours when I got back. Drank orange juice during those 3 days, thinking I had some sort of flu/unknown bug of some kind. And not seeing Dwayne during those times, but at least he made sure the dogs were okay while I was gone. Then things started happening when I came home Saturday afternoon, almost a week after we got back from Dads. By this time, only took a 30 minute nap before heading home.
Hadn't really seen/talked with Dwayne since coming home, but had to make the effort to make sure he was okay. Was surprised/shocked when I found his trailer door unlocked and knew he was home. He just doesn't leave it unlocked like me. Used to tease him about being so paranoid and was he afraid he'd be molested by some pervert. Or a gang of punks coming to steal his computer, 360 and all his games? And if that happened, he'd have to get a social life instead of huddling over his pc like some hermit in a cave. He never thought any of this was funny. Found him sleeping on the couch. Called out to him, but no answer and started getting a bad feeling about this. Mom said I always had too much of an imagination and for what ever reason, I was thinking what if Dwayne had died in his sleep? And that brought other thoughts into my head like the cops wondering why didn't I call them sooner, did I kill him and if so, why? How long has he been dead?
Got the shock of my life when I got closer: he's got a 3rd eye in his forehead! I mean a real f*cking eye with eyelid in his forehead and what really scared the sh*t out of me was when it turned, blinked and looked at me! This was one f*cking dream/nightmare I DID NOT want to deal with and went back to my bedroom. Figured some where I'm in a really deep dream, probably at the Flying J or maybe even in the yard. In any case, I was going to be ready for zombies coming thru the door or a brother with a 3rd eye with the ability to do I don't know what. Barricaded the door, got my 9 out of its holster, spare magazines on my belt, then proceeded to load the 12 gauge with double "O" buck and grabbed 2 bandoleers loaded with same, giving me 110 rounds in the bandoleers. F*ck you zombie mother f*ckers was my attitude. No idea if the dogs would give any kind of alarm when zombies came around or not, but wasn't taking any chances. I ripped the screen off the bedroom window just in case I had to haul a$$ from a zombie filled bedroom or a brother with a 3rd eye.
When I heard the knock on the door, almost pulled the trigger but realized zombies don't knock. They just moan the word brains and shuffle towards you with various body parts missing/dropping off. That's when Dwayne said we needed to talk. I said sure....as long as you stay on that side of the door and me on this side. And by the way, I have my 12 gauge loaded with double "O" buck pointed at the door, so don't try any of your 3rd eyeball sh*t on me. He then said, I saw him on the couch and I said yeah. Tells me it's not like I think it is and have I watched the news the past week or so. I said you know I don't watch the news that that much and a 3rd eye is a 3rd eye: it aint normal. Tells me it's not like I think it is. He's not some alien from outer space or been infected by one. I said I don't give a sh*t, you stay there or get shot. And we both knew I meant it. Tells me a lot of people got changed that night we flew back home. Told him I didn't give a sh*t what kind of story he was coming up with, the door remained closed between us. He was quiet for a couple of minutes and was thinking was he going to try sneaking to jump me thru the open bedroom window? I know he couldn't jump up and thru the window, but this being a dream, who knew what the f*ck his 3rd eyeball could do?
But then was kind of thrown when he started describing the things in my bedroom, including how I was near the bed with shotgun in my hand. I said I didn't give a sh*t, anything's possible in a dream and besides, how come you changed and I didn't? He didn't have an answer for that one and told him to haul a$$ and he did. The hardest part about these kind of dreams is getting to where you can relax and wake up to reality....and KNOW that everything around you is real and not a continuation of the dream. Put the sleeping bag back over the window to cut out all light from outside and then laid down with weapons laying next to me and started working on relaxing/unwinding from this dream. Had to take the magazine pouch and pistol holster off of me so I was more comfortable.
Was thinking of Dad/Sam and when I woke up, found myself in the 2nd bedroom at Dads dressed as I was earlier when I layed down. Figuring okay, this is still one of those realistic dreams or a continuation of it. So, what's going to happen next? Last time, it was Dwayne having a 3rd eyeball, maybe this time it would be zombies breaking thru the bedroom door? Of course, being at Dads means I don't have my 9 or 12 gauge, but Dads got a .22 and a .410 and they'll do just fine against zombies. Get the .22 because it's got a magazine for 7 rounds and I figure head shots only vs the .410 which is single shot. Wander around Dads place, but he's not there....but then, this is a dream right? Saw his 2 cats, who as always, hauled a$$ to hide somewhere. That's when I heard something in the garage and figured okay you zombie mother f*ckers, get ready to eat some lead. Too bad Dad doesn't play golf or have a baseball bat because I would of had that as a back up weapon or mainly as a primary weapon. So I'm standing 15-20 feet away from the house door that opens to the garage and when it opens, there's Dad?!
Glad I didn't start pumping rounds out just because the door was opening. But then, if there had been zombies, how would I know if I was getting a head shot? Dad just stood there in shock seeing me pointing his rifle at him and when I realized who it was, lowered the rifle. Told him I was sorry, but thought he was a zombie. He said give him the rifle, so I gave it to him and went to get the .410 when he asked where I was going/doing and told him. What stopped me cold in my tracks was him asking what was I doing here? When did I fly back and why didn't I call to say I was returning? Told him that I'd love to explain, but get tired of explaining everything to you people in my dreams. Dad said you think you're in a dream? I said yeah or it could be a continuation of the dream I was having about Dwayne. What surprised/shocked the sh*t out of me was when he stepped forward and slapped me! Goddamn, 87 or not, that man can hit! Glasses went flying and the feel of his hitting me really shocked the sh*t out of me. I mean, I've flown in dreams ala Superman and have had a few hard landings and felt kind of achy when I woke up from those dreams, but this.....goddamn, this felt so real. Dad asked if the slap I just got felt like a dream and I said no sir and backed up from him and started looking for my glasses while also keeping an eye on him. Was thinking, who knows, maybe he'd turn into a zombie any second and I wasn't about to turn my back on him. That's when he said get in the kitchen, you need to see the news.
I'm thinking, this and some other things are new ones on me. For example, when dreaming, I can't read anything. I mean like a newspaper for example. I could hold one up and try to read it, but it would either be a blur or read a bunch of words that made no sense or just kept popping up randomly. And here/now everything was sharp/in focus....well, at least once I had my glasses on again. Dad turned the tv on to CNBC and I got glued to the floor in what I was hearing. Thing is, EVERY news channel he turned/switched to was basically saying the same thing: people in the air during a certain time, in certain places have been changed....all on the same date that Dwayne/I had been flying. I started feeling, I don't know, maybe whoosy/light headed? Dad had me sit down, asking me if I wanted a glass of water. Asked for coffee instead and did he have any of that French Vanilla creamer left from our visit? Took a few minutes for the coffee to be made and started sucking it down like some how it would clear my head. And that's when the phone rang. It was Dwayne, asking Dad to pass the phone to me.
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Post by willc453 on Jul 7, 2014 13:20:22 GMT -6
The Affected Chapter 2
Dad passed the phone to me, but he was looking a little surprised not at Dwaynes call, but asking for me. Tells me that it wasn't till the past week that he realized that he was one of those that had been affected and had been working on controlling his ability. Which is why he hadn't answered my calling out to him those times I tried reaching him. He wasn't there. I mean, he was there physically, but mentally, he was else where. He has the ability to see/hear any person in the world, provided he has a photo of that person or know what they look like....like the POTOS, friends, family, etc. You know that expression God sees the smallest thing, including a sparrow falling from a tree? It's like that. He concentrates on a person for example, goes into what I call a trance/meditation mode and mentally, he's there with that person. He can move (?) if that's the right word, up to 25 feet from that person/place, seeing/hearing everything as if he was there. But like me, he can't go back in time. He's helped the cops/FBI solve/rescue over 35 people who have been kidnapped and found over 200 dead bodies, including Jimmy Hoffas. He's helped stop 9 major bombings simply by looking at a photo of someone the FBI, CIA, Interpol, etc. suspected of being a terrorist and by following them for awhile, able to tell them if the person is up to no good. And if up to no good, tells the cops who their accomplishes are. If there's a photo of them, he'd find them where ever they are. The really freaky part about this ability is his understanding of that persons language and up to a point, actually read what ever in that persons language! We both know some basic Spanish, but that's it. But when he's "next" to a person, he not only understands what that person (and others in the same room) are saying, he can float (?)/look around and read newspapers, classified documents, etc. Well, he can only read that paperwork that is visible on top, so if there's 5 sheets of something on a desk, he can only read the top page if it's covering the other 4. The bad(?) part is he can only speak in that persons language while "out there", so the feds need a whole lot of interpreters on line, ready to go and ask him questions/understand his replies.
It was just at the time of being at Dads, I had hard enough time in just trying to deal with this "dream" I thought I was having. Tells me he heard a boom from my trailer and rushed back, thinking I had killed myself with the shotgun, but then had to deal with the blockaded door. That's when he realized he only needed to use his new found ability only to discover I was at Dads. He was surprised/shocked at finding me there instead of maybe laying all bloody in my bedroom. He had to find my cell phone to get Dads phone number and then call him. He kept telling me I had some sort of ability, like being able to get to any family member I thought of. Since I still thought I this was a dream, told him he was full of sh*t and didn't care if he told me where I was at in Dads place, what Dad was wearing, what was on the counter behind me, in Dads fridge, etc. In dreams, all things are possible. Dad's listening to my half of the conversation and asks to speak with Dwayne, so passed the phone to him and I went outside to smoke---until I realized I didn't have any on me.
I really needed a smoke and thought of the smoke shop where I bought them all the time. Why there instead of getting them from my computer desk, I don't know. But suddenly I was only 20 feet or so from the smoke shop and hearing a screech of tires and then a car horn blowing. I jumped like a mother f*cker and hauled a$$ for safety. Some guy is screaming at me that I was a stupid mother f*cker jumping in front of his truck like that and if I wanted to commit suicide, just stick a gun in my mouth. Got a carton of smokes, a couple of lighters and started chain smoking. No idea what was going on.... Maybe I was going insane? Maybe I had a stroke of some kind after getting home or even in the sleeper earlier today? And I'm trapped mentally in my body? Maybe if I jumped/teleported myself to my truck, I could lay down, go to "sleep" and wake up from this dream? Think of the truck, where it's parked, etc. and knew I had trouble from the beginning because my truck wasn't there. I mean, the Ford. Since this was a dream, it should of been there, but then again, since it was a dream.... At least I had my keys and after starting the truck and the AC, tried sleeping. My biggest fear was I did have a stroke or maybe something like that and I'd be trapped mentally for who knows how long.
I finally fell asleep and next thing I know is it's Dwayne knocking on the side of my truck?! Jesus Christ, what do I need to do to get out of this f*cking dream/nightmare? Tells me he saw me at the smoke shop, go inside, etc., then come out here. Said he had to wait to make sure I wasn't going to be disappearing again as it takes him a few minutes to find/track someone down. Says I've been affected by what ever he's got too....and that we weren't alone. If I had been watching the news at all since coming back, I'd of realized this. Told him that I still think it's a dream and he said if so, look at your face in his cars mirror. I did and saw where Dads hand print was still on my face. Faint, yes, but still there. And when I rubbed it, it hurt. Dwayne tells me to get in his car and we'll head home. Have him stop at Warehouse Market so I can get a can of tomato juice, celery and a small bottle of vodka. Get home and my truck's there and so are the dogs. Everything's still a mess inside and I'm kind of exhausted and tell Dwayne who tells me going to sleep may not be a good idea until he can figure out what/how I did what I did. There comes a time when you realize a dream can only last so long and be so detailed before understanding you're not in a dream. Maybe a state of shock of the events happening around you, but no longer a dream. He looked at me in surprise when I pulled out the stuff and started making a bloody mary and asks when did I ever drink? Told him it's been about 30 years and even then, had a hard time getting some of it down. Before that, told him about my first hangover that stopped me from drinking any further and that was back in '74? Didn't want to make it too strong because if I couldn't finish it, I wouldn't waste much of the vodka and could give the bottle to Vicky. Thing is, it tasted good. Could feel/taste the kick of the vodka, but really like the taste of the tomato juice. I only had a little taste of it and there was no gag reflex from either the smell or taste of the alcohol, so tried a bigger swallow and no problem. IT TASTED GOOD. But then, I had ice cubes in it too which made a big difference to me drinking something cold on a hot day.
Grabbed my phone, went to his place and started watching the news. First thing I did was call Dad to tell him I was home, that I was sorry I pointed the rifle at him. That apparently I wasn't in some dream, but with Dwayne right now trying to figure out how I did what I did and what I'd do next. This is when he tells me his 2nd bedroom is damaged and asked what he meant. Apparently when I jump to a place, air is displaced, though Dwayne/I haven't figured out yet if it's caused by my body mass displacing the air/space I'm jumping into or maybe I'm taking a certain amount of air around/with me when I jump. But there are consequences if/when I jump into a closed space. Tells me the bedroom window is cracked along with some cracks in the walls. As far as he can tell, there's no structural damage, just cosmetic. Told him to hold on and stared concentrating on Dads backyard are where he finds the squirrels....and nothing. Tried harder and harder and it was like trying to take a sh*t when you know you gotta go because of the pressure, but nothing's coming out. Dwayne asked what was I doing and told him and he thought maybe I could only do it only so often. You know, like being able to lift only so many pounds when you start weight lifting and as you exercise more, eventually you'll be able to lift more weight. I was thinking, well cr*p, I jumped 3 times today, is that the limit? I really wanted to see if I could jump again and disappointed if I could only jump 3 times per day and thought of the coolness of Dads backyard and bang, I was there. Dad came out, saying you're back? I said for a little bit and called Dwayne to let him know where I was at. He was just starting to look for me when he saw my name appear on his phone. He was kind of pi$$ed because when I left, he got a little yanked forward by the missing air when I jumped. Tells me when I jump back, do it in the back yard where the neighbors won't see me. I said okay and thought of the backyard and I was there. I still had the phone in one hand, my drink in the other and told him I was in the backyard and he tells me he heard me from the boom I made in appearing. It's not really loud, but....
Over the next couple of weeks watched the news as much as possible and of course, checking the net for more news. What surprised me was not everyone being affected. I mean, there were flights that had people on them and nothing happened/changed them. Or maybe they were changed, but smart enough to keep it to themselves. And of course, everyone at work was talking about these people and some even asked me if I had been affected. At the time, had no idea wtf they were talking about, but told them yes, I am Gandolf, The Grey with one hand grabbing/holding up a broom with the other hand also up. With my beard and floppy hat on all the time, always got a laugh from doing this. And of course, tried jumping on a regular basis, but I was being careful in doing so. Like using the 2nd story of Hobey's parking garage to appear/disappear. Mainly went to Dads on the weekends to do some fishing with him with me appearing/disappearing in the empty house next to his. Thing is, had to hide my ability from everyone, especially family. Dad didn't understand why I'd hide my ability from everyone, especially family. Told him what if some bad guys find out what I can do and take one of you as hostage? And that's when I thought if this did happen, I needed to practice on what to do BEFORE it happened, not during. So Dad would drive some place where there weren't any people around, call me and said come find him. And I did, every time. Thru time, the booms got a lot smaller, more like a balloon being popped and he wasn't being shoved to the ground from the air being displaced. We once made the mistake of him taking his boat out as I was wondering if I could find him over water. You know, like that old tale of vampires couldn't cross open water. Well, I can, but fortunately it didn't turn out THAT bad when I did it. Dad had the boat in one of the back water areas of the Kissimmee River and when I appeared, didn't have my balance and fell overboard! What pi$$ed me off was losing my glasses and then going to a 1 hour glass place to have another set made which cost me $300. With Simon being sick, Dad lent me the money and it took me 3 weeks to pay him back.
I was also dealing with Simon having cancer and the vet was getting a lot of my money. Then add Gwen having a stroke earlier this year and being wobbly on her legs.... And work got boring as sh*t. Find myself sitting on my a$$ for 10 hours a day driving vs when I could just think of a place and be there instantly. For what ever reasons, started hitting the different Walmarts mainly in Calif. for 22LR/magnum ammo. Hit their web site to find out who showed it in stock and bam, I'd be down there in a heart beat. Of course, I still had to wait till 8am when they would sell it in Calif. The hardest part was taking the time to actually having to know where each Walmart was at and to do that, I had to drive there first. Than later on once I knew where they were all at, drive to Tracy or Dixon Walmarts, find a place where I could appear/disappear without being noticed. Never made a profit off of it, just selling it to the preppers in the club for what I paid for it. The other limit was how many Walmarts I could jump to without going over my 14 hours. Didn't bother driving my truck any more....just too slow. Think I wasn't really thinking of the possibilities/limitless potential of my ability at the time.
As to Dwayne, he started losing weight and it wasn't a good thing. Finally figured out he was spending a lot of time "out there" as I called it and wasn't eating that much. We had a big argument about this with me TELLING him he had to start eating on a regular basis and to make sure he did, I'd be checking up on him and if need be, I'd slap him out of being "out there". He got pi$$ed and all sorts of huffy about it, but knew there was nothing he could do in stopping me from doing so. And I will say the little sh*t tried. He got a broken fridge from Craigslist, ripped everything out, drilled some holes in it and then took it to Tahoe National Forest where he dumped it. Then hid inside it to go "out there". Apparently, if there's not room for two people, I can't jump next to them. Find myself looking at a fridge that's in a forest and wondering wtf, so open the fridge and there he is. He came out of it pretty quick and told me he'd met me back home. The cops had come around a few times when I first started jumping to/from the back yard and were giving me the eye, thinking I was setting off fire crackers/M80's. I let them look around the place, including the big wood shed. Told them if I had been setting off fireworks/M80's, wouldn't there be a lot of burned grass/weeds around here? That seemed to satisfy them.
Then Simon got worse and my paycheck wasn't going to make it and I'm clearing $700 a week. The surgeon was talking $5,000 for his services. And then Gwen started downhill too and with her medication, there was another vet bill to pay. Thing is, we've been together 10+ years and I know dogs die, but it doesn't make things any easier. I can't win at gambling worth sh*t, but of course, this was before I heard of Lucky.
Then not only did the FBI come around, so did Homeland Security. They were both telling a variation of the same story. They wanted to know had I felt any change of any kind while on my flight back home? Told them no, that the only thing that happened to both of us was me jerking like I was having a spastic attack and a hell of a headache and Dwayne having a headache too. From what I understand, we were both too old to have been affected. Thing is, maybe I screwed up in not letting them in. Never been to Disneyworld and had returned yesterday evening with some cheap souvenirs, mainly statues/ figure of Uncle Scrooge and Gyro Gearloose which were still in the Disneyworld bags...with the date/time on the receipts. When they asked why, told them I didn't need to give them any explanation under articles of the constitution and unless they had a search warrant or changed their attitude, they were going to be told to get off our property or I'd call 911 and have them arrested for trespassing. THAT pi$$ed both parties off, but didn't care. This happened a couple of weeks after we had returned home. Think one of the news people said there was something like 100,000+ people that could have been affected and of course, not all were U.S. citizens. Oh yeah, adding to this was listening to Congress/the Senate sprout their bullsh*t with some of them saying this would bring in a new definition of terrorism. Thought it sounded more like the commie witch hunts of the 1950's and remember how it f*cked up so many innocent people lives. And Senator Harry Reed seemed to be the leader of the pack with his "domestic terrorists" line of sh*t. At least it got him off the Brady supporters. Which is kind of funny in a way because it got all the anti-gun people pretty much out of the news....which I'm sure pi$$ed them off a whole lot.
I think what set me off in becoming a "villain" as some call me was when I started robbing banks. Check out a banks vault simply going in to make change for a 20 for example. If it wasn't visible, then opening an account for a safe deposit box and from there, I could see where they kept the cash. Made sure I was properly prepared with me wearing a mask and gloves. But what did me in was wearing the vest I bought from Cabela's last year and my hat. Just wasn't thinking at the time when I grabbed it, you know, just grabbed/wore 'em both out of habit. Yeah and banks do have cameras inside their vaults and they do leave the lights on just like that motel commercials says all the time. Having read where a lot of bank robbers rob their local banks, knew not to go down that road. So I robbed the one not far from our yard in Sacramento for $18,000 and some change. With that money, able to pay the vet ($3,185.49) for Simons cancer surgery and his stay at the vets place for a week. Also paid $202.93 for some meds/check up to help Gwen. Figured this would be a one time deal as I could see myself getting high on robbing banks and never being caught while getting richer and richer. And I knew that if I started doing it, I'd probably get cocky and who knew what would happen then. Then there were the super heroes like Superman and The Flash that had come out. Didn't want to be messing with them because they're good guys more than anything else. Besides, my tastes are rather simple: chicken wings, ham/cheese omelets, potatoes/rice and shrimp scampi with an occasional steak thrown in from time to time. But did have Mike rebuild the tranny on the Scout and 2 months later, replace the engine on the Ramcharger. Then had a dual exhaust system installed, followed by having the drivers/passenger seats rebuilt and reupholstered. Then got Moms Buick up & running. And then the Travelall. Sold Moms Buick for $4,000 and gave that money to Sarah as she had made sure Mom got extra stuff while she was in the nursing home, stuff I never thought of like underwear, soda pop, grapes and other snacks.
Got back to work each night. listen to the guys and some times from Sue about the super heroes saving people and how they were stopping some of the super villains. And I thought, if you people only knew what I knew. A few weeks went by with me buying/selling more 22 ammo to the group and it got me to thinking about those I was also prepping for. I had no bol because I had no money to even buy land with and that started one of my troubles. Found out that I could take other people with me when I jumped and additional things like those souvenirs from Disneyworld. Dad volunteered to be the guinea pig for us jumping together. Took him to our place without thinking and was ashamed of the way the place looked. Didn't even have to see his face....it was just his body expression alone that did it. One more thing that lead me down that other road. Dwaynes place was cleaned up and I paid a plumber to come out to fix his bathroom tub/kitchen sink plumbing so he now had running water thru out the house. That only cost a couple of hundred and told him it was his birthday/Christmas present. He thought I paid for it with my truck job. Asked him a couple of time where did he go when he was "out there" and said he didn't want to talk about it. Found out later he had been making anonymous tips to the cops/FBI on kidnapped people. He was smart in one way, never using his or any cell phone. Problem was, he used pay phones which were eventually traced. Not that he used the same phone each time, but when you get tip after tip on where kidnapped people are at and they all come from the Reno/Sparks area......
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Post by kaijafon on Jul 7, 2014 17:27:39 GMT -6
glad to see more about this "Event". so far, so good!!! lol!
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Post by mnn2300 on Jul 7, 2014 18:21:04 GMT -6
I'm liking it!
"Bad Guys" have their motivation and usually are not really "bad guys" in their eyes. Even Lex Luthor believed he was saving the world from a super powered alien
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Post by willc453 on Jul 7, 2014 22:23:29 GMT -6
The Affected---Tale Of Two Brothers Chapter 3
Being a super hero isn't easy....not if you want to actually have a life which meant wearing a costume so no one knew what you looked like. Learned a lot on what NOT to do from the news/net. God, the hassles those poor people went thru without a secret identity/costume.... Pretty bad when you gotta remain hidden/disguised or get mobbed by admirers/news people/paparazzi.
The first person I saved was going to jump from the toll bridge on the north side of Oakland. The south bound freeway was closed and from the cb, heard drivers talking about someone was going to jump, but the cops were trying to persuade him not to. Truth is, my first thought was godd*mn it, I'm going to be late getting this load to Hayward, so called Carl to let him know what was happening. Then thought to myself this is pretty sad....I mean, thinking of myself instead of being able to help someone. Before, there was nothing I could of done, but now.... Was all ready to rush out there and rescue someone from their own stupidity when I thought I better cover myself or I might be getting some knocks on my door from the FBI, NSA and all other govt. agencies that start with different letters. And who knows, it might not be from our own govt. Got my ski mask, left the hat behind and put on a pair of gloves, then stepped outside the truck. Couldn't see the jumper of course from where I was at, had to move over 50 feet or so. And even then, he was nothing more than a blur. What helped was some guy was actually watching it on his ipad/ipod thing because a news helicopter was showing the guy on the outpart of the bridge and I got a good look at the guys face.
Superman had his telephone booth to change in, but couldn't do that inside the truck because I was worried about damaging it from me jumping out/back into it. The "fun" part would be trying to explain it on my DVIR (drivers vehicle inspection report for you non-drivers). So the truck and trailer became my telephone booth. At 58, it ain't easy to squat and I was doing it as close as possible to the rear axle of the truck. And yeah, I was nervous about this as I didn't know how it would turn out or even if I could do it. Started remembering what the guy looked like, then boom, I was there. The problem was him being on a ledge, which is where I also appeared....and we both fell off the bridge. He screamed in total terror/ surprise and found I had pi$$ed my pants after it was all said and done with. Helps having an overnight bag in the truck with a complete set of clean clothes. Spilt some Gatorade on me before showing up in Hayward, explaining to everyone I spilt it on myself while coming to a screeching halt because someone hit their brakes ahead of me. Which taught me another lesson: know ahead of time of where you want to jump to BEFORE you do something like this. So we're falling with him screaming, me pi$$ing my pants and the ocean rushing up really, really quick. Grabbed his leg, then got my arms around his waist and next thing you know, we're laying on the ground just inside Disneyworld....you know, just beyond where you pay your money to get in. Realized where I was at before anyone could react/take photos and jumped us both to under my trailer. In all of this, had forgotten to put on my mask and it aint easy/comfortable putting a ski mask on when you got a bushy beard AND wear glasses. Then jumped us to the nearest CHP car, scaring the sh*t out of the cop, said here's your jumper and jumped back under the trailer and crawled out. A lot of people are screaming/cheering because the news helicopter caught us first falling off the bridge, disappearing, then appearing in front of the cop and then me disappearing. The funny thing about it was many people thought the hero was a home boy as in from Frisco or maybe Oakland! Which made me happy because it was a long way from either place to where we lived. I was quite happy to just drive to Hayward, then getting a shower/change of clothes at the Flying J on the way back. Fortunately, news about 2 guys suddenly appearing out of no where and then disappearing at Disneyworld never made the news, at least on national news or even odd news via Yahoo.
Man, talk about a high....no wonder these people are doing these things. It's not getting the cheers from helping out people....at least it wasn't for me. It's simply being able to really make a difference in a person or peoples lives when you help them. I didn't say anything to Dwayne about what I did, in part because he wasn't answering my knock/calling out to him. Figured he was "out there". Then started writing all this stuff down in my original diary. Then started thinking of better ways to disguise myself. The ski mask was tight, so hit Cabela's for a better/much large one. Wanted it loose enough so I could get it on/off easily enough, but also give my beard some room and be able to put my glasses on. Bought a cord thing so my glasses wouldn't fall off as they almost did while heading towards the ocean. Thing was, the mask was still to small/tight even with it being extra large. So cut up two of them and sewed it back together to make one good one. Course, it kind of looks like a piece of work by Dr. Frankenstein, but what the heck, it worked for me for the longest time.
Now I started prepping back in '12 and had a lot of stuff stashed in the large wood shed and in the 2nd bedroom. What if a shtf thing happened? Those crazy Muslim fanatics were still running around killing people. Everyone more or less forgot about 9-11 as if it could never happen again, because after all, we not only had Homeland Security to protect us, there was all these new super heroes. With my ability, jump around grabbing everyone and taking them to some place safe. Thing is, it couldn't be any place near where family was at because what if the govt. found out who I was and went after them? Decided to go back to robbing banks again as I knew I'd need a lot of money and I'm talking a million or two...or three.
One of the good things about truck driving was giving me a different perspective of how things are, especially when I'm on a bridge or overpass. And there are a LOT of banks within eye ball seeing distance along the freeway. Finish the run, park the Ford at Steads airport and with no one around, make my jump to be on top of the bank. Look around for another place to jump, do it, walk into the bank, see where the vault was and hit it that night. And that's what I liked about banks....they always kept the vault open and all I needed was just a little peek inside it. Three in Sac, 2 in Orangevale, 1 in Roseville, 4 in the Oakland area, 2 in Hayward, 1 in Sparks, 2 in Stockton. Thing is for what ever reason, kept track of how much money I got from each bank, the day I stole it in my diary. But not being a total idiot, I always copied my diary on 2 thumb drives and then erased/deleted this info from my pc. Thing is, I must of forgotten to empty the recycle bin part of the computer that one day. And when Hercules came busting thru the door to grab me, all I could do was a quick jump.
Thing is, had to give up the airport for awhile because people started complaining about sonic booms or explosives being set off with the FAA AND FBI coming out to investigate. That's when I first saw Special Agent Selman. She was with another agent and they were talking to a couple of people. I knew they had to be FBI simply because of the way they dressed. I mean, who the h*ll wears a suit, tie, etc. when it's 80+ degrees outside? Not normal people. No idea how Homeland Security people dressed, but knew in any case, they had to be feds. But did notice she had nice ankles as she and the other agent ran towards me. Almost jumped, thinking oh f*ck, they're going to catch me but decided not to because I could jump any time I wanted to. But they kept running right past me, then remembered I had just returned from jumping and decided to get out of there asap, but without appearing like I was fleeing. Just as I get to my truck, I hear her calling out to me and I ignored her like I hadn't heard her, get in the truck, start it up and then backing up. And then she was right there, saying she was with the FBI and would like to talk with me if possible. Told her I didn't have the time because I got a very sick dog at home and my brother just called to say he's having trouble breathing. She asked if it would help if she called 911 and had an ambulance sent to my home to take my brother to the hospital? I remember staring at her for a bit and then told her I was sorry, it's my dog that's having trouble breathing, not my brother. He's got cancer and I'm just trying to keep him alive as we've been together for 10+ years. Said she was sorry to hear about my dogs troubles and thing is, she meant it. But then her partner spoke up, saying yeah, we're really sorry about your dog (and not meaning it), but you will MAKE the time to talk to us, right here, right now or face the consequences. Told him f*ck off, you diseased horse c*ck sucking son of a b*tch, jammed the truck in reverse and pulled away. Man, I was p*ssed. Selman was nice and I think she'd of let me go after giving me her business card and asking me to call her. At least I think that would be the proper procedure isn't it? But got a good look at that guys face and already planning on revenge. I hadn't done anything as far as they knew and this a$$hole wants to threaten me because he thinks he can without repercussions? That's when I realized I could do a whole lot more with my ability other than rob banks.
Came home and Simon was doing okay and Dwayne was outside for a change sitting on the porch steps. Had to tell him I forgot to stop by Walmart to get his diet sodas, then about the FBI, especially about the power throwing d*ck head. Decided after this, I'd take the truck over to the water tower up the street and jump from/to there. Talked it over and drove over to Little Ceasars for their deep pan pizza for supper. Was eating it when a car pulls up in the drive way and I see it's Selman. Tell Dwayne that's the lady I was telling you about.
Thing is, she wasn't alone....she had a$$hole with her and called out to her she's welcome, but leave deusch bag in the car. He had already gotten out and started heading for us when she told him to remain in the car. He was p*ssed and since her back was to me when she told him this, I stuck my tongue out at him. Said she wanted to talk with me about the booms that have been occurring at the airport and did I know anything about them because I had just come from an area where one had occurred. Told her I've heard a couple of them, only saw 1 person in the area, one time. She wanted a description, so told her it was a Mexican lady (she uses the word Hispanic), in her 20's, riding a bike. Couldn't giver her a better description of the girl because she was headed away from me at the time. Asked her if she thought maybe I had seen one of The Affected? You know, maybe with the ability to create sonic booms? She said she didn't know as it was too early to tell, but she was thankful for my help/ information. She made brownie points with me when Simon came out and I got busy scratching his ears and belly. She asked if this was Simon, because she could see some swelling on his jaw. And she scratched his ears and must of been doing it right because he was giving off a deep rrrrrr, rrrrrr, rrrrrr and leaning into her hand. Said she knew they (FBI) had already interviewed me about our flight back and asked if there was anything else we could add. Dwayne told her about having a headache, etc. and the reason he had never talked with the FBI/H.S. was because usually he's playing World Of Tanks and he's usually got headphones on, listening to music. Then she's looking around the front yard and noticing where I had the guy out to put in new fence post holes and actually had started on the front yard fence and asked me about it. Told her about the high winds knocking over the entire front yard fence earlier this year. That before Simon got sick, was making good money each week, so had the holes put in, the 4x4's, then sod along with a couple of apple trees. Then Simon got sick, followed by Gwen and simply didn't have much left over for new boards. But was looking to see if I could get some lettuce pallets from Bonanza and take them apart to use. Told her I had done the same thing with the fence originally and had planned on using real fence boards, but with money being short and all of that.... Of course Dwayne wasn't saying a word other than telling her the same flight story I had. After she left, he turned to me and asked if I had been jumping at the airport. I said yeah, been getting 22LR ammo for my rifle when it shows in stock at different Walmarts in Calif. Of course, he doesn't know they won't sell it between 22:00 and 08:00. Asked if he'd like to go shooting that weekend and we did.
Which got me to thinking, why am I screwing around hitting Walmarts for ammo when I can get it directly from the manufacturer? Remington and Winchester have a lot of photos of their factory, including the inside of them. Now for what ever reasons, I never....mmm, stole ammo from them. Well, technically, I did. I just looked at it as getting rid of the middle man, in this case Walmart or who ever they buy their ammo from. And I always left an envelope full of cash for all the 22LR/magnum I took....and I took a lot, but I also paid the full retail price. Only bad part doing this, was never finding out where Homeland Security, the post office and other govt. agencies stashed the billion or so rounds of ammo they bought. Not that I'd of left any money behind of course. The problem was getting 250K rounds of ammo is: where are you going to stash it? And of course, this also meant hitting more banks in Calif., something I didn't want to do because I had pretty much hit all of them along the freeway and wasn't about to hit any banks around here. So the ammo went into a rented storage shed.
But then thought of Dad/Florida and started robbing the banks in that area. Jump to Dads, rent a car and started checking out banks in Inverness/Hernando/Ocala, then Tampa. Then found a place just north of Dads place that I wanted to buy. The problem was it being 1.3 million for 120 acres. Cut the beard off, bought a really good wig ($1,000!), then bought a high end suit ($4,000!), $800 pair of shoes....you know, wanting to look the part of a successful businessman. Let it drop that I was acting for someone else, "accidently" dropping the name of a famous Hollywood actress and that everything would be paid in cash if that was okay because she believed in paying cash for everything. Since the property had been on the market for almost 3 years, the people were d*mn eager to sell. Bought a lot of rifles and pistols via Armslist, just so there would be no registration of me buying them. Thing is, some wouldn't sell to me in Florida, while others did. I probably could get Dad to come with me, but wanted him to be out of the loop as much as possible. Then started stocking the main house, then followed by filling the 2 barns, using the bank money of course. From another site, bought a couple of ex-military 6x6's and bought a couple of pups (24 foot trailers with lift gates for you non-drivers) that I filled with more guns, ammo, food, etc. Figured if something bad happened, they'd be able to bug out if something happened to me and I couldn't reach them for what ever reasons.
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Post by willc453 on Jul 7, 2014 22:32:28 GMT -6
To mnn2300: thanks for your comments. Wasn't sure how the story would go over with these 2 being old as they are. And wasn't sure how everyone would react to a bad guy.
To mnn2300 and everyone else: Working on chapter 4, but it's the beginning of the week and have to get some sleep before going to work in 2.5 hours. Hoping to get another chapter in on my other story this week. But I have a clogged kitchen drain and unable to unclog it, so having a plumber come out (hopefully) tomorrow. And it's been 100 (at least) the past few weeks...and perfect time for the swamp cooler motor to go out. Good news is I have a new motor in the shed. Bad news, can't find the keys to the lock. So spent some time/money down at Harbor Freight to buy a bolt cutter and of course, other odds and ends I didn't know I needed until I saw them. Right now it's in the 80's and totally dark. Not looking to tomorrow in changing the motor in the heat of the day, but it's gotta be done as just fans in the trailer doesn't make it. And of course, the dogs are miserable too.
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Post by mnn2300 on Jul 8, 2014 9:54:33 GMT -6
As long as there is a good reason for varying, I have no problem with it. I originally made the age restriction just to cut down on the number of people.
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Post by willc453 on Jul 14, 2014 9:53:35 GMT -6
:)The Affected Chapter 4
Ha,ha,ha,ho,ho,ho,hee,hee,hee....oh God, you ladies made me laugh so hard, I just wish I could some how put my voice down on this web site. (and trying to do justice to that guy Keith who played The Joker in the Batman movie) Wow, 17K hits on my first entry alone I think is good, but I truly do love the remarks you ladies left after my 3rd entry. Basically, how do I tell the difference between a mans entry vs a womans? Too many of you seem to know only one word when it deals with me: castration. Now I suggest you take a more respectful tone when putting comments down. Remember, this is the net and your email can be traced. I know a lot of people in high and low places and with me having an unlimited budget.... Sure, I won't know your street address, but I will know your IP address and from there it can be traced to a physical location/area. Don't believe me? Check out what NSA does with their computers. I know it's hard to believe, but there are already several web sites dedicated to us "evil, super villains". Think I'll have another web site brought up dedicated to those women that would like to have a personal and intimate visit from us. Excuse me, while I laugh some more because I can already see (mentally) steam coming out of your ears at the thought of ANY woman wanting to do such a thing. What about women in motorcycle gangs? They're passed around like a snack for whoever's hungry. And no, I'm not talking about a group of Sunday riders with their wives/girlfriends....try The Diablo's, Satan's Own, Hells Angels, etc. Ah well, will tell you and other readers (especially the males who really want to know) what it's like to bed any and I mean, ANY woman you want and there's nothing the woman or any man can do to stop me in a future chapter....or maybe I should take 3 chapters. Yes, I have been that busy spreading pollen . And guys, they LIKE what I do to them ....maybe you should try it some time.
Anyway, back to my story.... Made sure I paid cash for everything and got stuff in bulk at Costco and Sams Club. Only problem I had was not in buying this stuff, but getting it to the bol, putting it on the shelves, buying additional racks to hold all this stuff, etc. I also found I did have limits on what I could/couldn't jump with. Gold was my kryptonite....I couldn't even jump with a $5 gold piece on me. As it was, d*mn near got caught trying to steal about 40 pounds of gold coins on display in that Texas museum. Only thing that stopped me from being caught was when the cops said hands up, I dropped the handful of coins I was getting ready to put in the 3rd bag and wishing I was else where....and suddenly back at one of my "homes". So Selman, it wasn't me trying to rip off the gold out of Fort Knox, okay? But I also did a lot of practicing in jumping and it's not easy either. Practiced inside the Scout, the Travelall and Ramcharger which helped later on. And then in planes, though that got a lot of attention the only 2 times I did it when I appeared in the toilet stall of the airplane....and they were occupied! By this time, my "booms" had gone to popping a balloon noise amount. Herc and Speedy might be really fast, but they can't beat the speed of thought.
I wasn't robbing banks every day because I had to drive to Hayward 5 nights a week, then of course stocking our bol during the day. Thing is, it got more and more boring (work), so gave 2 weeks notice, saying I was moving to Florida to be with Dad because of his age....which was a bit of a problem after I had quit because I had to leave every night like I was going to work, then returning home from it. And that was a pain in the a$$. Why? It was Dwayne, he's such a pu$$y in some things which is quite funny in a way. How he'd get all paranoid when on the 4th of July, I'd set off firecrackers, pop bottle sky rockets, etc. and he'd poke his head out his door and saying I shouldn't be doing that, the cops will be around here any minute. Told him the cops are busy enough instead of trying to chase someone down for this bullsh*t. Then I said, Oh my God, it's the sheriff and they're coming to get me! Hide me, please hide me! Sarcasm, was one of my finer verbal talents, but I have always taken pride in truly good insults. Thing is, didn't realize he'd swung from true neutral during his pot selling days, to neutral good to lawful good. It was that d*mn change that got him to being lawful good and those people have always been a pain in the b*tt in my D&D games. Bet ya you didn't tell Selman about those days did ya, Dwayne?
So I'd "leave for work" at night when I was actually in Fla. During that time and then during part of the day I'd be getting/stocking supplies or getting the fence fixed up until 4pm, check up on Dwayne, letting him know I was going to bed. Being paranoid helps....wasn't sure if Selman bought my story or not, so got the pallets, broke them down, etc. Jeez, what a pain....but if you're going to lie, make it believable. At night, when I was at "work", I was sleeping most of the time. Thing is, started thinking about sex....as in actually doing it. At my age, physical condition, I had to pay for it. But thought it was a bit funny in the way banks have screwed people for so many years, now banks were paying for my screwing. Every town has an area where hookers work and had NO intentions of going down that road for several reasons. One was I couldn't take a chance of being arrested....or what if I was mugged from behind and some cop comes by and offers assistance? Or being picked up by an undercover lady cop! Worse scenario, disease from one of them. So went to the Mustang Ranch. Yeah, I was getting laid, but wasn't satisfied. More about that later.
About 3-4 weeks after helping that guy in Oakland, happened to catch the news. This is my version of what happened on JAL flight 432. It was reported that eight highjackers had taken over a 757 with almost 500 people on it, having departed London and suppose to be on its way to NYC. But it was now circling over London, a huge multi-ton bomb flying overhead. A call had gone out for Hercules, but it was going to take him some time to get to the plane. Thing is, highjackers threatened to blow up the plane unless ALL "freedom fighters" were released from the U.S. base in Cuba and on a plane to Iran with 6 hours. And the release and flight of these "freedom fighters" must not only be aired on live tv, but they must ask each person released their name and nationality as they knew what a trickster, Satan (the U.S.) was. I was thinking that those people were f*cked, no way the POTUS would let them all go. Then remembered one of them making a trade not so long ago for 1 G.I. for 5 of them. Since the current POTUS also didn't have any balls, I'd have to supply them, but how? And it came to me. Grabbed one of my spare cell phones, activated it and saw I had 100 minutes. Called 911 and told the operator that this was an emergency call to the FBI and the b*tch tells me I have to call their number and here it is?! I couldn't believe this bullsh*t....we're from the govt. and here to help you at its worse. I actually wrote the number down and started to call it when I thought of something else. Started hitting all the news channels and of course, they were slobbering/drooling over each piece of new news....which included photos of some of the passengers on the plane, including 3 Congressmen that had just finished a 5 day "fact finding mission" in London. Got on the net, brought up their photos, printed the first one out and studied his face. Put on my ski mask on, thought of Hercules....and got knocked on my a$$.
Forgot he was moving thru the air and found myself falling thru the air. I screamed you stupid son of a b*tch (at my own stupidity) and next thing I know is Herc comes swooping down and grabs me in his arms. I looked him in the eye and told him if you tell me you love me and want me to bear your children, I'm not only outta here, I'll puke in your face. He has no sense of humor and of course, he wanted to know how I got here, so told him of my ability, but when I jumped with people, they're usually disoriented from 15 seconds to 2 minutes. That I have a photo of one of the Congressmen and I can get us inside....unless your plan was to simply rip open a cargo door, then try beating the bad guys to a bloody pulp or something equally stupid before they set off the bomb. Yeah, I know....here I am insulting someone who is trying to save lives. Thing is, I was scared sh*tless and sometimes my mouth just runs away with me. (Never thought us "villains" ever got scared did ya?) Asks if I worked with Selman and this is when I decided I had better start covering my tracks. Said no, I work for The Agency and he says, you mean the CIA, right? Said no, we're just known as The Agency. But enough chit chat....you ready to jump and when he said yes, we did.
Told him to stop flying because I wasn't sure if when we did get inside the plane, he'd still be in flying mode and I didn't want to be a oops, I'm sorry splat inside the plane as he flew thru a wall. Found out another part of my ability would neutralize any forward motion which came in real handy when I had to jump out of that Masserati as it crashed thru the guard rail and crashing on the ground 600 feet below the road. Wonder if the cops are still looking for my body?
Herc might be fast, but I'm faster and that's not bragging, but plain fact. Found ourselves next to the Congressman (1st class of course) and I was facing 2 terrorists who looked at us in total surprise which gave me the 2 seconds needed to jump behind them, grab 'em and then jumped right onto the floor of the CIA main entrance! Both guys were disoriented and after grabbing the gun from the 2nd guy, whacked the 1st guy with it. But I will say this: I thought I got lucky. Figured the detonator wouldn't reach/transmit the thousand miles or so to London. Of course, when dealing with the CIA, thought it might help to let them know these were bad guys....after all, they were govt. employees. So I screamed Allah Akbar, death to the Great Satan known as the United States and jumped back into the airplane to where I see the other 2 terrorists and still reached mine first and jumped back to the CIA again. This time there was a LOT of screaming and people with lots and lots of guns. Guess gun control laws don't apply to them? Then jumped back to where the other guy was and Herc had already knocked him out. Told him to let me have his guy and wait a bit, I'd be right back. He asked where I was taking them and told him CIA headquarters, then jumped. More and more screaming/panic of course, but then I was wasn't jumping back to the same exact spot each time of course. After all, didn't want to knock someone on their a$$ simply because they occupied the space I wanted. Jump back again where Herc is at and he said let's deal with the other terrorists. Thing is, he's all ready to just run down the stairs and told him to hold up a bit. The other problem was all the passengers going crazy for being rescued till I said/mimicked silence and then said we only got 4 of them. That leaves 4 more....that got them real quiet, real quick. So I crawled on the floor and peeked down/around the staircase and saw 2 of them headed towards me/the staircase So I jumped and ended up being on my belly behind them and of course, they heard me, turned around and I was facing a couple of pistols. They thought I was trying to be a heroic, but stupid passenger. They waved their guns at me and motioned for me to get up and take a seat near by. I called out there's another one by the toilets in the back of the plane. Maybe they didn't shoot me because they thought I had courage? Don't know, but it cost 'em when I jumped behind them, all over again. Thing is, Herc got sneaky by diving THRU the floor and grabbing the 7th terrorist. At least the CIA got their act together by the time I dropped this guy off....they had the main center section of the floor area cleared of people and filming it!
Then we ran out of luck. Herc/I talked about how to take the 8th guy out and it was decided that he'd rip the door off its hinges and as soon as I saw the guy, I'd jump, go to the CIA, etc. Thing was, there were a total of NINE terrorists, not 8. Herc simply shoved his fingers where the hinges were and pulled the door off. All I heard was Allah, then BOOM when he (the terrorist) set off the explosives he had wrapped himself in. We're at 20,000 feet when this happened with the aircraft pressurized for sea level and of course, we, along with what was left of the 2 terrorists and flight crew were sucked out of what was left of the cockpit. Only reason I wasn't killed was because I was standing behind Herc, but no one gets a free lunch as I hit some debris in being sucked out. And Herc, though stunned for a few seconds, didn't hesitate in flying back to get under the aircraft and trying to get it back under level flight, leaving me to fall to my death. One vs 500 is a good trade. It took me I don't know how long (20-30 seconds?) before I woke up and figured out real quick what happened. Thing is, could see where Herc was having trouble trying to get the plane leveled and couldn't figure out why. So I jumped, taking 4 tries before I could get him to understand he needed to get to the landing gear area of the plane as it was structurally stronger there....his hands would actually bend the aircrafts frame/ribs as he tried pushing upwards and when he did, he also had to slow down his speed because I kept bouncing off of him each time I jumped at him until I was finally able to grab ahold of him and scream at him on what needed to be done. Had to scream to make myself heard over the engines. This is when he tells me he had limits as to what he could actually lift and wasn't sure if/how long he could do this and I could see the strain on his face. Told him not to go away and in my best Arnold voice, told him "I'll be back" and jumped back inside the plane where I was on the lower deck.
Pandemonium inside the plane of course, with the plane still violently rocking from side to side and me suddenly being banged around inside it like a bb in a freight car. But a stew (Mary) reached out and grabbed my arm and wrapped her arms and legs around me. Took me a few seconds to clear my head, but when I did, told her that she had to let me go as it wasn't Sadie Hawkins Day, so I wasn't a legal catch. She had no idea what I was talking about....talk about a generation gap, but at least she didn't let go of me till Herc got the plane stabilized. People are moaning, cheering, screaming and I couldn't be heard over the noise, so went to the front of the plane where the microphone was at and got on the pa.
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Post by millwright on Jul 16, 2014 19:47:10 GMT -6
will
you are sick, twisted, warped, demented and depraved.
admirable qualities, every one.
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Post by kaijafon on Jul 16, 2014 19:49:08 GMT -6
LOL! I have to agree with you Millwright
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Post by willc453 on Jul 17, 2014 16:35:28 GMT -6
The Affected Chapter 5
Shouted over the pa for everyone to shut up and on the 2nd attempt, it got quiet on both floors. Told everyone what had happened and what Herc was doing and we were going to get everyone out. Found out I could jump with 2 people, but what was the max? Found out that it was 12 with 6 people touching me with the other 6 touching them. Some how I must of been generating a field, but maybe it helped that I was concentrating on taking everyone I could see with me? Who knows, but it came in handy that day and of course, later on. We jumped and the first 4 trips went to Langley, but the place started getting crowded, so dropped everyone off at Disneyworld....again. Don't know what trip it was I returned to the plane on, but all of a sudden, the tail of the aircraft ripped off and I saw at least a dozen people get sucked out of the plane. Some were literally sucked out of their seats, others, a couple of rows of seats (7 people per row) got ripped out along with their passengers. Didn't hesitate, but ran to and then jumped out of the rear of the plane. Christ, the number of people that had been sucked/ripped out....the problem was we were still over London and I could see the tail and made the decision to get the tail before I got the people. I knew without doubt that the tail would cause massive destruction where ever it hit, but it took me 3 attempts before I could actually keep ahold of it. But where to drop it? Remember True Lies and that scene taking place over the Key West bridge? I remembered that scene and that it was shot several hundred feet above and away from the bridge, so that's where I dropped it. Fortunately, there were no ships in the area, though I'm told a couple of people fishing at the base of the bridge got knocked into the ocean by the aircraft tail making such a large splash. But they got rescued by others.
The problem with this rescue was I also never thought about wind. While I wear glasses and it does help me a bit, I needed full eye protection, so jumped to a safety supply company I know of in Sparks. And it was dark there because of the time difference between here, Langley, Fla. and London. The place was closed, but could see the interior, so jumped inside, grabbed 2 sets of goggles and after putting 1 on, jumped back to where I had grabbed the tail over London. If could see 'em, I jumped to 'em, grabbed them or their seats and jumped back to Disneyworld, then jump back. One problem was a couple of times found myself at the bottom of up to 12 people....that's a lot of weight. Almost panicked, but then jumped back to where I got the last person who had been falling thru the air. Couldn't see anyone else and after dropping that load (3 people) off, back to inside the plane. Herc was trying to move the plane from being over London and over open ocean while I started working on those at the rear of the plane because I was worried what if another section of plane fell off? Felt myself getting weaker, like I had been running some sort of marathon and started having trouble with breathing and my vision. You CAN'T save 500 people in just a few minutes and it was estimated that it took a little over an hour to get everyone out. When that was done (and I checked the bathrooms too), jumped to Herc and told it was time to get out of Dodge. That man's about out of it and all he could do was nod and we jumped to an area in Disneyworld I had used before that was out of sight. That's when the rush of adrenaline quit on me and I puked on him. Thing was, he wasn't mad about this at all, but said I was hurt and I realized not only that, I was bleeding like a stuck pig from eyes, nose, mouth, face and later on, my back.
Remember when I said there's no free lunch? Started rupturing things inside of me with my jumping from sea level (Key West/Disneyworld) to suddenly being at 20,000 feet and then later on, at about 8,000. The reason I couldn't see that well was because I had a lot of blood on my glasses and of course, inside the goggles. I only vaguely remember cleaning them once, but not realizing I was cleaning off blood at the time; for some reason I was thinking hydraulic fluid. He wanted me to get medical attention and there was no way that was going to happen....remember all those banks I had visited? Publicity was an ugly word when it came to me. Wouldn't take long before 1 and 1 equaled 2, meaning prison. And I had heard about prison guards being sadistic, the food horrible (NO chicken wings?!) and the queers a menace. I jumped, leaving Herc alone. Only place I could think of was Dads and he found me in his backyard laying face down.
He had heard the pop of me arriving in the backyard which was VERY unusual, but after not coming in or calling out like I normally do, he went to see what was happening. Right off the bat he knew I had been in major trouble because I had lost my t-shirt somewhere in all this jumping and he could see at least 1 massive wound on my back. The man saw the elephant in WW 2 and Korea, so he grabbed a couple of kitchen hand towels to stop the bleeding. I kind of woke up and heard him say to hang on, he was calling 911. Told him no, tried to reach out to him, but could barely move my hand, so he reached out for me and told him chain saw accident and jumped us outside of the Renown emergency room in Reno and I was out of it for the next 6 days in critical care. Dad, then later on Dwayne, never left my side after....well, I tried to jump, I think, in my sleep. Dad said I started disappear, kind of like a ghost fading from view and he ran over to me and grabbed my hand and I came back. I have no idea where I was jumping to or that I was even trying to do so. My lungs were damaged and my eyes were bulged till they returned to normal. Docs say I lost about 7% of my ability to hold/process air in my lungs. More than one doc accepted Dads version of a chain saw accident, but couldn't explain the bleeding from my eyes, etc. except to say I had hit my head and of course, I had a big bruise on the back of my head when I fell backwards with the chainsaw instead of hitting the aircraft cockpit cabin. He told the docs he had no idea why my lungs were damaged, but by the way, I did smoke. Thing is, the cops were called and Dad/I got our stories together on what happened so when they did interview me, our stories matched. And found my body started matching that of my Frankenstein mask. When I got sucked out thru the now open cockpit, I hit some jagged pieces of metal. I now have a scar running from just below the corner of my right eye to the corner of my right lip and when I smile, I'm told it looks like I'm sneering....you know, the gold ol' evil villain sneer. The other cut was 21 inches long from just below the bottom part of my right shoulder blade and angled down and to the left of my body. Docs said I was lucky....if it had been a little deeper, I could of exposed part of my rib cage and maybe even cut into my right lung.
Then another problem arose: the medical bill. Try $385,000 for my 9th day in the hospital. Told Dad to get me out of here, I couldn't pay the bill. Of course, I really could, but couldn't explain how I did to Dad without going into areas I didn't want looked upon. Dad basically was going to cash everything he had to pay that bill, so he was going to be broke except for his retirement pay. Of course, he brought in something like $3,000 a month from being retired from the AF, social security and his retirement check from working at the Fla. Aquaduct. Thing is, he had planned on leaving all his money to us kids when he died. Sh*t. Bet you never thought an "evil villain" feeling remorse did you? Had to figure out a way where I could explain how I got the money to pay the bill. My stupid idea was to lie about hitting a large payout on a slot machine, so headed for Vegas where I met Lucky.
Now 385K is a lot of money and my idea was to have my photo taken near the Mega millions or some other high paying slot machine, then by using photo shop, come up with me holding a large "check" in front of the machine. Thing is, the payout had to be big enough that after "taxes" were supposedly taken out, I'd have enough to pay the medical bill....and I couldn't find a slot that fit my needs as they were too big or too small! Adding to this was I wasn't really suppose to be up and on my feet. Able to jump Dad back to his place and he thought I'd stay home in Nevada and get well. With Dwayne "out there" a lot, he didn't know other wise.
I had no idea what to do, so sat down and started playing a slot machine....anything to just sit down as I couldn't do a whole lot of moving without hurting. The docs had wanted me to remain in the hospital for another week and I was on some pain meds and of course, with my face wound, women would see it but I could see the look of horror/disgust on their faces as they tried to hide it. And this was with me not even smiling. Max payout on the $1 slot machine I was on was $10,000 when I saw Lucky headed towards me. What got me was he'd stop by to chat with different people and suddenly they'd hit a jackpot. Why security didn't grab his a$$ at the time, I never knew. Maybe his luck was shielding in some way? No way that every time and I mean EVERY time he touched a machine or person, that person playing the machine won the largest payout depending on the number of coins they were playing, so I started following him. Of course, his mind was elsewhere too....after all, he was with 2 really hot women. To me, it was getting late so decided to call it a night and jumped back home for some sleep.
Didn't think he'd be up at 3am, but I was wrong. When I jumped to be near him, found him busy with those 2 ladies! Oops....Of course, they never heard the minor pop of me being in the room because they were rather occupied with each other. Dropped to the floor and crawled to the bedroom door, opened it and moved really quick into his penthouse suite the casino comped him for after winning all that money from them. Looked the place over and jumped back home again. Jumped back to the living area of his suite around 7am and fortunately, he/they were still in the bedroom, but no noise was coming from there. Figured I may as well have breakfast, so ordered some. The waiter was knocking on the door within 30 minutes, tipped him $50 and sat down eating breakfast. And it was good....actually, it was great. They even had my brand of French vanilla creamer as requested for my coffee. Had just finished my 2nd cup when Lucky comes out of the bedroom and of course, he had a big smile/look of satisfaction on his face....that is, until he saw me. I said before you say anything, I wondered if you were one of the Affected and if so, maybe you could help me? He started denying he was Affected of course and told him that I was and jumped around the room a couple of times. THAT got his attention. Told him how I'd seen him talking with other people playing slots and them winning, but I needed help money wise. Could he give me some of his ability for a little while and explained what happened on the JAL flight, including opening my shirt to show the scar/stiches on my back. Yeah, it was a real long shot in Lucky actually being Affected, but I was getting desperate in trying to pay Dad back. Of course, you're getting the condensed version of what was said between us and he did help me, thought I'm sure he was a little ticked when he found out what I had been really doing BEFORE the JAL flight. He's lucky all right....within 15 minutes we found a slot machine that had a payout of just over $600,000, put his hand on my good shoulder and stepped back. Put $25 to play the 5 reels and of course, I won. People started crowding around me, congratulating me and Lucky, well, he just kind of faded back behind the crowd after giving me a thumbs up and a wave. After taxes, I got just a little over $400,000 (no state income tax in Nevada) and of course, made sure I got a photo of me standing in front of the slot with that really big check. But made sure the casino didn't put my photo out for publicity purposes. Once I had a cashiers check from the casino, I, along with my prop check, jumped back to outside my bank, deposited it. Of course the ladies there knew me and were used to me looking like I did. But they got a real shock when they saw the amount on the check. Deposited the check and asked for another cashiers check made out to Renown and then jumped there. Paid off that bill, but the docs wanted to check me out to see how I was doing as I had only been out of there for a week. At least this time, the check up was free. Nothing like making a doctor/hospital feel happy knowing his/their patient has paid his bill in full. Showed Dwayne the big check, how I got lucky in Vegas (but nothing about Lucky), then jumped to Dads and did the same. Which was good because Dad had almost completed liquidating everything he had for cash. He said we needed to buy the place next to his which had been up for sale for almost 2 years. I didn't want him to because that would be a debt I'd have to pay off by getting a job....or at least, pretending I had a job. But then got to thinking it would be a good thing because who knew when/if that place would be sold? And then where would I jump to? The woods near by? So Dad kicked in $18,000 with me being able to kick in a little under $14,000 and I realized then that Lucky made sure I got a little extra money because he figured I couldn't work for awhile until I healed up. Dad said the 18K he kicked in was part of my inheritance which I had to go along with.
Of course, the JAL flight was all over the news for almost a month along with new super heroes/villains. Thing is, I didn't save everyone. I couldn't of save the flight crew, but there were 18 people who fell to their deaths simply because I didn't see them. Maybe it was the amount of time I took in trying to grab the aircrafts tail, then jumping to Key West or going to the safety equipment place. I'll never know, but felt that some how I killed them.
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Post by kaijafon on Jul 17, 2014 17:16:39 GMT -6
That is a great chapter!!! thank you!!
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Post by willc453 on Jul 18, 2014 18:15:05 GMT -6
The Affected Chapter 6
Thing is, the place I now owned was a dump....previous owner trashed the place as in ripping out all the kitchen cabinets, putting holes in the dry wall, taking the double doors (at $1,500 EACH!) from the front/back part of the house. Pr*ck even pulled up the chain link fencing AND posts when he moved. Dad can do a lot of things when it comes to home repairs because he once worked setting up trailers and repairing them when he retired from the AF. So he'd show me how to fix a section of dry wall for example or replace torn out wiring. We did have a disagreement though when I caught him doing some work by himself, so he agreed to work on my place only when I was there and up to it. Thing is, had to lie to Dad about how much money I had in my bank account. I had been sticking an extra couple of hundred (up to a thousand) in my checking account from the bank withdrawals. With Dwayne being like he was, figured I'd get him a debit card on my account....the boy simply had no interest in looking for/finding a job because he still had money saved from his last job. Which did irritate me at the time, couldn't figure out just what the h*ll he was doing "out there". I just wondered if he had gotten into voyeurism....you know, taking a look at naked actresses. And come on guys, what if you had his ability....wouldn't you want to take a peek at some hottie when she's in the tub or taking a shower? If you say no, I say you're a liar or queer. And if you are, maybe you'd be looking at guys?
Anyway, Dad bought my lie about having almost $9,000 saved before the JAL flight because I had talked of moving out there before I got Affected. It was about 2 weeks later before I went back to the hospital to have the stiches removed and of course, both wounds itched like h*ll. Dad was supporting me in having me over for supper every night for the first couple of weeks as the former owner had of course, taken the fridge & stove. Got those replaced via the free stuff on Craigslist along with a washer & dryer. Sam & family were told about me having a chain saw accident and were glad to see me. Got invited a lot to their place for suppers too. His kids (Tom & Willie) and Katie (Toms wife and Sams oldest boy) accepted my disfigurement without any trouble, but other people, especially women.... And yeah, at times it p*ssed me off. I got nice and brown and started losing weight between going fishing with Dad/Sam or his 2 boys or Sam, the boys & I doing some weekend shooting at an open area he knew of. Funny thing about this was Tom was now working as a county sheriff!
Thing is, had to go back to hitting banks because I needed a bol for family in Nevada. I'm not talking about just Dwayne, but our aunt, some cousins, their kids/grandkids, etc. Try a total of 14 people....that takes a LOT of money to buy a place (or in this case, building 2 separate places to possibly bug out to) and fully supply them. Thing is, a few months(?) later, the banks on the west, on request of the FBI, started posting videos of me making "withdrawals". That's when I found out they had working cameras in the vault, 24/7. The good thing is this didn't find its way to the east coast for quite awhile, but then I hadn't hit that many banks either. Yeah, but Selma and her people figured it out once they made a request to EVERY bank in the U.S. about unsolved bank rob....mmmmm, "withdrawals". And who knows, maybe Lucky was starting to work with her and her people at this time and he remembered me right off the bat....along with Herc of course.
Found myself leading 3 lives again. One was getting money for the bols from banks which included buying land, having buildings put up and getting supplies for them which meant making "withdrawals". But I also changed my m.o. Got a guy who used to make props for some of the Hollywood studios when they did some filming up here from time to time. Can't remember the name of the game, but it's a battery operated memory game from about 35 years ago? Four different colored lights would come on and you'd have to remember the sequence they came on. If wrong, a buzzer would sound. So I had him make me one big enough so I could stand on it, but without breaking from my weight. That cost me $500. Then started wearing costumes as disguise and remembered the guy in the movie "V" and the Guy Fawkes mask with "V" all dressed in black. Even if I was still a little bit fat at the time, I thought I looked pretty good in the mirror and ended up buying another one, but this all in red. But used a Nixon face mask instead of Guy Fawkes. Then got really into it, purple (which was kind of gay I thought) with me using a mask of Prince, pink with Liberace's face, green (Michelle Obamas face when she was next to her husband and he was busy taking a selfie with that lady Sweden or where ever) and even a black/white checker boarded one with a outline of a queen....you know, the chess piece. On that one, I wore a long white wig so it "accidently" peeked out from under the hood I was wearing. Made the shirt a little big tighter than normal, then stuck 2 rolls of toilet paper so (I hoped) it looked like I had t*ts....as in being a female bank "withdrawal" kind of person. Used a modified mask from that Disney cartoon about the redhead and white haired girl. I'd stand on my prop, jump into the bank vault, make my "withdrawal" while making sure the cameras got a good look at my "teleportation device" as it was described on the news. And of course, I was ALWAYS wearing a cape. I mean, if you're gong to do something, do it with style.
I even went so far as to act like my "teleportation device" went out on me a couple of times because I had the guy install a timer on it. So I'd get off the device with the lights blinking off/on in a random manner (but no warning buzzer of course), then it would turn itself off. I'd pick it up and hit it a few times like I was trying to get it to come back on. Then obviously replace the batteries in it, turn off the timer, lay it back on the floor and "teleport" out of the bank vault. Now all of a sudden, there's dozens of reports of banks being robbed all over the U.S. which I'm sure drove the FBI crazy looking for a bunch of sophisticated bank robbers along with having to deal with super villains. Oh yeah, I then started adding armored cars to my withdrawals, then the places where they processed the money from armored cars and then casinos. Which drove the FBI even crazier I bet with dozens and dozens of these robberies occurring every where with what they thought were regular robbers or a whole new bunch of super villains. Yeah, came up with even more costumes for super villains after the ones I mentioned. Of course, to help throw everyone off, I did some good deeds in costumes like Batman and Spiderman, though who ever thought of Spiderman being a little fat/over weight? And doing Ironman....what a pain in the a$$ because the costume had to be flexible AND have those lights working all the time like he was using rocket power. Oh yeah, and those super heroes ever mention being shot at and NOT by super villains/their henchmen? Some yoyo would want bragging rights that they shot/killed some super hero. That's why I started wearing Kevlar under my clothes or as my entire costume....and that cost a lot of money. Being a super villain aint cheap, I can tell you that.
Being a former otr driver, I'd been literally everywhere in the U.S. except Minnesota and Maine and I had a good memory/ thoughts of many of those places. And while I carried a lot of cash ($10,000 usually), realized having that much cash was a bit awkward, so started buying those pre-paid debit/credit cards with an average of $20,000 on each of them. And I'm talking about having almost 3 dozen of them held together by a rubber band and that was on me. Had a whole bunch more later stashed at different places. Not that I got to get them all later on.
Then 2nd was trying to fix up my place in Florida and told Dad I was fixing up my place and planned on renting it to our cousin who was on social security/limited income. She'd be able to rent the place a lot cheaper than her current rent AND even have a few extra bucks left over than she currently had. I couldn't handle the repair/replacement of everything needing to be done, so hired a contractor to do a lot of it. Since Dwayne was "out there" a lot of the time, things got done pretty fast. New insulation, wood paneling, that good, but fake looking linoleum wood floor and removing the was between the 2nd bedroom and livingroom so it would be a lot bigger. Even got a wood stove via Craigslist really cheap to help cut down on her heating bill during winter. Then had some cleaning ladies come in to scrub the ceilings and thru out the trailer from all the years of my smoking and just generally living there. I wanted this place to look nice for our cousin. Of course, Dwayne/Dad didn't know about how much money I was really spending.
It took me almost 2 months to really heal and the scars are there. Didn't care about plastic surgery for the back scar, but left the face scar as a reminder of what women are really like inside. Dad (finally) taught me how to make gravy from scratch using the grease and drippings from fried chicken. Of course, the raccoons in the woods got 4 of those attempts because I couldn't get it right in the beginning. Dad was trying to make a joke when he said that sometimes it takes longer for super heroes to get it right and I remembered those people I didn't rescue.
During this time, didn't do much rescuing simply because I wasn't up to it. The other thing, while there's a lot of crime, unless it was a super villain, ordinary cops handled the crime. But politics....now that was something different. What got me to thinking about cleaning up D.C. was reading too many times of one of our elected officials taking a bribe and usually walking away with just a slap on the wrist....maybe. No jail time of course or he/she would "cry" how sorry they were and would resign immediately....and usually with their retirement intact, of course. Thing is, they went to working for companies who wanted access/knowledge to/about other elected officials. Those 3 Congressmen and their 2 aides getting caught with kiddy porn? Yeah, they resigned/got fired, but that wasn't good enough for me. You mess with kids or animals and you are on the very bad side of me. Told Dwayne/Dad that I needed some time alone and was going fishing for a week, maybe longer and I'd call them when I was ready come back home. Kind of fun driving the Ford again, taking Grizzly with me. Drove to the canyon on the other side of Cherry Creek and made camp. Not that there were many trout in the small stream. Let Grizzly run amuck for 2 hours or so and when he didn't come back, jumped to him, grabbed him and jumped back to camp. Of course, he was scared sh*tless the first 2 times I did this, but learned real quick to come back when I called him, so he stayed pretty close to camp after that.
I had downloaded a bunch of photos of different cities in different countries. Since I could now afford it, had AT&T wifi for my lap top basically anywhere I went. Did you know you can look at these cities thru their live web cams? Really strange to be thinking here I was in Calif., but looking at Red Square during the day or night. Was thinking of Australia as I read some where that it had the largest population of great white sharks off its coast. Had a bunch camera views/photos of different parts of Sydney, so jumped there. Took a cab to the airport, then went looking to get a helicopter ride over the Great Barrier Reef. Cost me $2,000 for the 2 hour flight, but having learned from the JAL flight/Hercules, had him hover over a couple of places at 500 feet while I made mental notes of where I was at in the air vs what I could see on land. Then asked him about crocodiles and where were they at. He couldn't help me with them, but he had a mate who could and put me in contact with him. This guy was in another city and we did the same thing. There's some hard bush in Australia and some really, really big crocs to be seen even 500 feet above them. Both rides were boring as h*ll coming back and I really, really wanted to jump back to Grizzly, but knew better.
Had to remember the time difference between Calif. and D.C. and jumped there at 2am, figuring they'd be asleep. Except for one, they were. That guy? Watching kiddie porn. And I wanted the horror what was waiting for them when I did drop them off above the sharks and crocs. Of course, the FBI got involved in that one because 3 of them being Congressmen and 4 out of the 5 were married. That's when I changed my red costumes as the Scarlet Pimpernel to Satan by adding a hood with horns on it, a forked tail on the pants, carrying a trident and of course, painting my face a black and red with clown paint so I kind of looked like that guy in that Star Wars movie. I'd pop in, the guy would say what? what?, his wife would wake up, see me, scream and I'd shout out as loudly as I could in my most evil Satanist voice "your soul belongs to me now!", then jump with him back to the canyon near Cherry Creek, then bind his hands and feet with duct tape.
Remove my costume/make up and once he came out of being jumped here, he wanted to know what was going on. Told him I wanted to know where he got his kiddie porn and he started denying it, that it was all lies to smear his good reputation, etc. The funny part about his line of bs was he resigned from office to protect the name and dignity of his office! I said really and when he said yes, took a rock the size of my fist and smashed it against his left knee cap a couple of times. He screamed in pain of course and then said an aide bought them for him, so I smashed his left shin bone a couple of times and told him I still have the other leg to work on, there's a whole lot of rib bones on you and of course, there's your arms and fingers that I also haven't touched. Well, find out an aide found a couple of his dvd's and started blackmailing him. What was worse, this guy was working for the Chinese and forcing the Congressman to cough up classified material about stuff going on in Area 51, including about the saucer that had crashed in Roswell over 50 years ago. Oh yeah, the weather balloon story was so much bs, but the saucer....it's real and as far as I know, still there.
Well, had to jump to Walmart in Yreka for pens and notebooks for each of them to write down their life story....in detail. If you put someone in pain often enough and hard enough, they'll tell you everything. Even make sh*t up just to stop the pain.
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Post by kaijafon on Jul 18, 2014 18:40:35 GMT -6
ya know, he could start robbing the bad drug lords... I heard they have ROOMS of money... Not sure how he would get to 'see' in there to "pop" though. thank you for the MOAR!!!
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Post by willc453 on Jul 18, 2014 19:34:22 GMT -6
NO FAIR! NO FAIR! You're using your woman sneakiness/esp ability aren't you? Yeah the drug cartels, Mafia and a few others are going to have visits, I just haven't written them up yet. And you better believe there's going to be a twist or two when those stories get posted. And hopefully get down on paper, why this guy has turned on women. And he has some great quotes that I'm sure EVERY woman will hate.
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Post by biggkidd on Jul 18, 2014 20:29:53 GMT -6
Very good thanks again.
Larry
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Post by kaijafon on Jul 18, 2014 20:52:45 GMT -6
NO FAIR! NO FAIR! You're using your woman sneakiness/esp ability aren't you? Yeah the drug cartels, Mafia and a few others are going to have visits, I just haven't written them up yet. And you better believe there's going to be a twist or two when those stories get posted. And hopefully get down on paper, why this guy has turned on women. And he has some great quotes that I'm sure EVERY woman will hate. sorry no special women's powers, just can talk to animals, fly, and make plants grow....
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Post by willc453 on Jul 28, 2014 19:47:50 GMT -6
The Affected Chapter 7
Couldn't believe how much classified material this guy gave the Chinese. No wonder they were getting ahead of us militarily. The only good thing (?) was we hadn't figured out how the aliens computers worked, but some of the information was outstanding. Like having 2 pieces of metal melding (?) together so there was no seam....or welding needed. And thing is, it could be reversed. This was finally discovered/understood only 2 weeks ago and this after 50+ years of studying the craft? Of course, that wasn't all he was guilty of....taking bribes, which he called "political donations" and then of course, that company would get a nice, big fat govt. contract with a little help from him. Just to make sure everyone knew this confession was his, had him use a ink pad to put his thumb print on each page, front and back and of course, sign each page. He was sniveling/crying his eyes out, saying he had a disease, everyone should recognize this and he just needed therapy. I asked him if he believed in God and of course he did. I said good, you're going to meet him and before he react, we jumped over the Australian coast where I let go of him. Realized I had screwed up....I wanted to see him splat against the water, maybe even see a couple of fins near him. H*ll, maybe even see his face as he realized where he was at and not only what was below him, but was waiting for him. Jumped to Cabela's and bought a $500 pair of binoculars so I'd be better prepared for the next Congressman.
Thing is, had to jump to Yreka for a wifi signal....canyon blocked everything off. But didn't do that till later that day. You may remember the news stories how Satan grabbed those 5 people....and then later on, a whole bunch more got grabbed, not only in D.C., but over the country and then in other countries. Wonder how many Muslims went in their pants when they heard about/saw a western version of "Satan" taking their "religious freedom fighters" to h*ll. And of course, the religious nuts were probably doing all sorts of mental masturbating over this and of course, others (preachers, deacons, etc.) all were saying the same thing: that people much change their ways or Satan will come for you, etc., etc., etc. If God does exist, wonder if I get any brownie points for getting the wishy washy/unbelievers to flock to churches, temples, mosques, etc.? With all the news, realized I'd have grab the other 2 Congressmen and the 2 aides asap before the feds realized someone (or thing, in this case, "Satan") was after the other 4. Didn't screw around the following night in grabbing those 4. Yeah, still wearing the Satan costume, you're coming with me, etc. But this time, kept them separated and out of sight of each other. Always wondered what the wives thought of this when I appeared.
The 2nd Congressman dealt with finances as in how the govt. interest rates would change. I really don't understand how it works, but apparently, you can make a fortune when you know interest rates are going to go up or down and then what to buy or sell, how the housing/job market is really doing, etc. And guess who was making millions? Yeah, our good ol' rice eating friends, the Chinese. In working over the 1st guy, realized I should of kept him alive and did so with the others....at least for a little while. Of course, the feds weren't buying into Satan grabbing the 1st Congressman....I mean, after all, can you see a bunch of agents running around with crosses/holy water and saying: get thee hence Satan? Or having a bunch of priests, rabbis, etc. with them to do this? Thing is, no one ever seemed to have been tipped off by "Satan" wearing a pair of black tennis shoes?
The 2nd guy didn't want to talk as he figured that somehow I/we snuck into his house, gassed him & his wife and hauled him to here and of course, he wasn't going to talk. After all, he was not only a Congressman, he had constitutional rights. I reminded him about The Affected and showed him what I could do. I then showed him the entries the 1st Congressman had made, then told him what I did to him to get him to talk/write. Thing is, he decided to write, but only about the kiddie porn and the 2 aides blackmailing him. Told him that wasn't good enough....I wanted every nasty, behind the door deals he's ever made. He wasn't going to do it till I got the tin snips out, cut off his little toe on his left foot and cauterized it with a large heated chisel. Told him this little piggy went to the stock market to make a bunch of money.... He decided to talk/write everything. He filled up a notebook and asked him, why is it I don't believe you put everything you've ever done since being elected mayor of your city to now? I said I wanted everything and besides, once I release you 3, you know you'll be going to prison, but of course, it'll be Club Fed for you for a few years and after that, you'll be free to go where ever with your family.
This little weasel actually filled up TWO more notebooks, even going back to when he was 7 years old stealing change from his parents! Reminded me of Chunk in The Goonies & the Fertelli brothers.
The 3rd, was on the Armed Forces committee, being briefed on new weapons the military wanted or upgraded and of course, needing money to do so. This guy was known as the watch dog of the peoples taxes. Yeah, right. He demanded and actually got full briefings on current and possible future weapons, including stuff like stealth helicopters, emp missiles, bombs, etc. And this included actually seeing many of these items. Thing is, he was bugged with sub-miniature cameras and microphones..... I mean, after all, who's going to even think of searching a Congressman for something like this? After all, he did have the clearances and convinced everyone he had the need to know. I also got as much information from both of them about the aides, because they were going to be next. In talking with both Congressmen, asked if they should write a suicide note or saying they were fleeing to the Chinese embassy for political asylum? They both went kind of crazy, thinking I was going to kill them till I said calm down will you? You're not going to the Chinese embassy for political asylum of course, nor am I going to kill you. I figure if one of you write a note about going to the Chinese, the other committing suicide, it would work out well for both of you because you're going to be turned over to the FBI for even more debriefing, just in case there's something you "forgot" to write down. They both swore they wrote everything down of course. Explained that one would be officially dead, the other ran off to the Chinese. This would put a bright light on the Chinese and maybe make them scurry like nasty little cockroaches back into some dark, dank place. In reality, after being debriefed, you'll be given new identities for you and if you want, your families. After a period of time until things blow over of course. Of course, both wanted to know about the money they had and told them that was up to the Justice Dept., maybe even the IRS. So one wrote about going to the Chinese, the other committing suicide, thumb printed and signed of course.
One aide was something else. His attitude was "I'm going to get mine and screw everyone as it's a dog eat dog world. And that it's okay because everyone not only in the govt. is doing it to the people, but people are doing it to everyone all over the world." The other was "deals are always being made....what kind can we make?" Thing is, this guy was smart because he figured out real quick I was Affected. Since he was so smart, showed him what I could do and asked him just what could he give/pay me as the Chinese weren't too happy with him and the others and the FBI/Homeland Security were starting to find information that was leading to the Chinese. Big lose of face for them and that's not good for them....big cultural thing you know. So I drop your body out in the middle of the Sahara desert and maybe in a thousand years someone finds your dried out body. Said if that's the case, I may as well kill you now, but he did have information on other Senators/Congressmen along with who his contact was in the Chinese embassy. Told him information wasn't really going to do me any good because being a super hero pays squat and pulled off my Satan mask to show my facial scar, then my shirt to show the other scar. Said I was the guy working with Hercules when the cockpit blew up and have almost 95K worth of medical bills to pay off. All I got was a polite thank you from some govt. drone for services rendered, but since I wasn't working for the govt., my hospital bills were my own.
The Chinese are paying me 10K to get rid of you. My question to you is: how much can you pay me NOT to kill you? That's another reason why the Congressmen are still alive. And when I'm done with you, you'll be living with them in Argentina. No extradition between our countries in case you didn't know. Says I was thinking small, why with my ability, I could get inside any embassy, secret military base, secured rooms to bug it....why, I could be making millions. I said maybe, maybe not. But let me guess, you're willing to help me with jobs, right? Oh yeah, that was his plan/idea since I was unaware of my potential and he had the contacts. I said money talks, bullsh*t walks....how much can you pay me and how do I know you won't screw up and get discovered? Because should that happen, I will find you and still have to deal with the Chinese. And I don't want that to happen as there happens to be a billion or two of them living right now. I said don't go away, jumped to where I had the other aide stashed and find he's dead?! No, I didn't kill him....maybe I scared him to death when I appeared behind him? When in doubt, punt and kick for a field goal. Jumped back to the other aide with this guys body and tell him this guy couldn't come up with any real money to even interest me, so he died of a "heart attack" if you know what I mean. Then jumped back to this guys apartment, putting the body on the couch, then started going thru his apartment for anything of value which took me two hours. Found a wall safe which I couldn't open of course. What ever this guy had of value (money or information), I didn't find any and jumped back to the other aide....not only to find my truck gone, but him too!
Thought of what he looked like, then jumped to find him. Find myself along the freeway facing north just as the truck passes me! Apparently, the aide didn't see me, so I jumped half a mile down the road, then stuck my thumb out like I was hitchhiking as he got close. A hole tried running me over, but jumping further up the road stopped that bs. He realized he couldn't outrun/hide from me, so when he got near me, he slowed down, then stopped with a look of total defeat on his face. Was going to get in the cab, but hesitated....something was wrong and remembered I had used a knife to clean some fish up before starting all of this. Did he have it or not? Long story short: yeah, he did have the knife, but got rid of it when I told him to. I said let's head back to my camp and we'll talk there.
He was one of 12 other aides working as pimps along with supplying grass/coke to 38 other Congressmen/Senators! He had a little over half a million dollars stashed that he'd give me along with names of everyone involved, including what they (our elected officials) liked when it came to women and their choice of drugs. I said bullsh*t, if you're telling me you got half a mill, in reality you've probably got a mill, maybe more. But I can use the information more than the money, so here's what you're going to do: write out a complete confession of everything you've been doing. Said if he did that, all I'd have to do is kill him, so there's no reason for him to even talk. I said there's two reasons and pulled out the little toe of the Congressman I had cut off earlier. Asked him to think it over in how long would he last before talking? The other thing was me jumping to grab the 2 Congressmen (who were tied & gagged) and back to him, then giving him a brief look at the confessions of those guys. I then jumped those 2 back out of sight and told this guy to start writing while he told me where his money was stashed. He did, filling up FOUR notebooks worth of info. I said okay and hopefully, you know how to speak Spanish in Argentina. Of course, he had more money but it was stashed in various banks and that's where I got the idea of buying pre-paid debit cards. Well, I had decided to add some touches to getting rid of this dirt bag. As in buying a 2 man life raft in Sydney and having it inflated on the beach waiting for us. The guy was a little bit disoriented from jumping with me which gave me time to loosely tie his hands/feet and frog hop him into the raft. I waded out as far as my crouch and then gave the raft as good push. Current soon grabbed it and took him out to sea. As it was, I hauled a$$ for land because the sea floor kind of dropped off in that area and I could already see some fins headed towards me. The aide got himself untied of course with very little trouble, but now he was pretty far out (quarter mile?) from shore and of course, he wanted to know what was going on. Said Argentina's shore it that way, pointing to my right and it'll take you maybe an hour or less via the current to get to one of their beaches. Well, he then screamed there were no paddles on the raft. Gee, must of forgot to put them on board after inflating the raft. Told him to start paddling with his hands to get back to shore, then he started screaming that the raft had a leak in it (gee, what a surprise) and told him to paddle faster. Oops....he couldn't paddle fast enough before a couple of great whites flipped the raft over and those binoculars worked great. Just wish I could of filmed it.
The guy who signed the suicide note? He did, just not in the way he imagined it. Took him to the outside roof (?) of the Washington monument, let go of him and he fell to his death as I jumped to the ground a hundred feet or so from the monument. I just wish we had some giant statue of Lady Justice that I could of dropped him from. Oh yeah, he screamed like a girl aalllll the way down till I heard the thump. The other guy, he went to the crocs as I didn't want to favor one species over another. Made 5 copies of everyones confessions at Office Max (what a pain too as it cost me $38), then mailed copies ($25) to the FBI and waited a week. Nothing. Waited another week. Nothing. Made me wonder if someone was sitting on all this info as I figured by now, someone would of leaked something to the press. Just the news about the 4 of them disappearing/running off to the Chinese and of course, the one guy with a heart attack. Of course, people were writing in the papers/on line how they figure the Chinese killed this guy. The White House said all these rumors and known facts were still under investigation.
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Post by nancy1340 on Jul 28, 2014 20:25:39 GMT -6
Thanks guys.
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Post by willc453 on Jul 28, 2014 21:28:43 GMT -6
The Affected: Tale Of Two Brothers Chapter 8
During the 1st week of waiting for the FBI to announce an investigation of these 5, I kept busy getting things finished at what I hoped would be the never used bols for my family members along with checking with Dad/Dwayne from time to time and getting this place rebuilt/upgraded. I mean, it's one thing to prep and get things ready, but who in their right mind REALLY wants to have total social chaos? Bad things happen to good people even now, imagine how it would be without law, order, etc.? But I always carried a spare tire, jack, etc. for WHEN I got a flat, not if, so continued stocking and having the bols built. Took Simon/Gwen to the vet who said they weren't getting any better. Not worse, but.... Sometimes I wonder if someone got Affected with the ability to cure not just people, but animals. I think if there was some way, I'd change abilities with that man or woman if they were willing.
Some have asked how many banks did I make "withdrawals" from and yes, even got that question from Selman when we met under less than pleasant circumstances....at least it was unpleasant for me for awhile, then of course, unpleasant for her when I escaped from her golden cage of a prison. How I got caught, our meeting and other things will be answered in a future posting. To begin with, I didn't realize in the beginning how little money a bank actually carries. For example, the FBI has stated the average bank robbery steals approximately $3,000 and when you think about it, that is rather stupid considering the consequences when caught. As in usually doing at least 12 years in prison and that's with time off for good behavior! What I had been doing was basically withdrawing from local banks (in other cities of course) for the longest time and my average take was between 15 and $22,000. Until I stopped hitting these kinds of banks, the most I ever got was just short of $45,000. Who so little most of the time? I realized later on, banks only keep a lot of money on hand on paydays and major holidays like the 4th of July, etc. And do the math: how many banks need to be withdrawn from when you need a couple of mill? LOTS....lots and lots of banks, which is why I started hitting the much larger banks in NYC, Chicago, etc. And of course, got a much larger withdrawal than I had been, but it still took time to shove the money into large laundry bags, jump with it, change costumes, get more money, break it down by denomination, count it, then buy debit cards.... I mean, doing this takes time. What did you people think us villains did all the time....just sit around thinking up nefarious let's take over/control the world schemes? I also took the time to scout for other places to get rid of bodies that wouldn't be found. Like preppers say, two is one and one is none and at the time, I only had 2 bols. Then thought it would be a good idea if I had a few more safe houses....you know, places where I could crash/hide if need be. And of course, had to do some basic stocking on those places. Oh yeah....I actually got more money from that one aide than I did vs almost 2 dozen banks!
At the end of the 1st week and not hearing anything about those 5, decided that if by the end of the 2nd week there was nothing being released publicity wise by the FBI, I'd have to begin teaching everyone in public office, a new dance routine. It may sound like nothing was going on with the disappearance of those 5, but in reality, everyone was talking how they all had fled to avoid prosecution (except for the 1 dead aide on the couch and the Congressman who had jumped off the Washington monument) and the Chinese vehemently denied spying on us and of course, none of the others had sought political asylum. The monument guy....well, everyone started saying he had been killed by being dropped from a stealth helicopter (black of course) by some super secret govt. hit squad or the Chinese. Of course, this stuff didn't start happening until I sent copies of their confessions to the L.A. Times, S.F. Chronicle, Chicago Times, Washington Post and Miami Herald. (That cost me $132 by the way) Two days later, it was all over the newspapers/on the web. Then all of a sudden, elected officials started saying how bad these people were....unless their names were mentioned in the confessions and then of course, it was all lies/slanders. Justice Dept. said it would be opening multiple investigations, but couldn't until they got a full copy of everyones confession. See, the newspapers did a Snowden job....you remember him and how he released information about the U.S. govt. bit by bit? The papers were doing the same thing and of course, they were protected by the 1st Amendment. The White House had its share of problems too with these releases as some of the information released mentioned "close friends" of the President. Thing is, over all, while it seemed things changed, they really didn't. I mean, investigations yeah, but got the feeling when it was all said and done, the confessions would be declared invalid/faked. A few wrists might be slapped, but that was about all.
Anyone remember Mr. Smith Goes To Washington with Jimmy Stewart and how he was determined to make things better for the American people? The amount of basically blatant corruption....well, it just p*ssed me off. The difference was, I was going to make a difference....and did. Why do you think those donkeys and elephants started having "meaningful dialogue" with each other AND actually working together? I've seen a chicken literally run around without its head have more sense than these 2 parties. One problem was the longer you were an elected official, the more swelled head you got and of course, you were always right and everyone was wrong. Started getting rid of some of those that had been in office for at least 10 years, then a few that were there for 20 or more. I didn't screw around getting confession from those 38 the aide had written up....but 14 of them served as poster children for the others to understand that basically, there was a new sheriff in town and he was NOT happy. Yeah, I broke some legs, arms, etc. on some of the 14 while the rest of the Congressmen/ Senators watched and unable to do anything about as all of them were tied. Told them as you can see, these people are under going intense interrogation as the CIA would put it. So if it's good enough for foreign nationals, shouldn't it be good enough for you? Of course, they didn't agree with me, so told them to look at it this way: I try to treat people as I want to be treated. Since none of you have ordered the CIA to stop this kind of treatment, you've going to get what you have been giving to others.
Had jumped everyone to that Australian coast, saying watch, then jumped 6 of the 14 a quarter mile from shore/in the air, then me back to the ground. They saw the bodies falling, heard the screams, saw the swirl of the water from the fins. The next 8 I hadn't touched and said do you think you can work as a team/ together from now on? Oh yes sir, we really, really will. I said good, now's the time to prove it to these others and frog hopped them to the 2, four man rafts but only 2 oars in each raft. Told them it was going to be a race between both rafts....and it wouldn't be healthy to come in 2nd. Had cut the bonds of one person on each raft, then pushed both rafts out to sea and of course, they started arguing whether the donkey or elephant should be using the oars. I thought I'd give them a fair chance with no leaky boat, but they got so self centered on who was going to do what, who had seniority, etc. by the time a couple of great whites rubbed against the rafts, it was already too late. This time, the surviving members got a really close look at what was happening. One of them almost made it to shore....as with in maybe 25 feet when a great white came up from underneath and hit her so hard that half her body flew about 15 feet into the air to land only 10 feet or so from shore....not that it lasted that long as a "small" great white about 15 feet long darted in to get that little tidbit and d*mn near landed/skidded onto the beach.
Yes, that was the first time I actually killed TWO women. Remember Calif. Senator Diana Finewine, her anti-gun stance (only federal officials like her needed a gun along with the police/military of course), okay to spy on Joe Ordinary citizen, but DEFINITELY not elected officials like her and so on and so on?
Of course, I was certainly surprised when I went to grab a junior Senator only to find her dressed in a scanty black leather outfit (ala Catwoman but without the short pants/shorts with a strap on dildo with part of it sticking out of her nether regions and a crop whip in her hand. She was "riding" her "horsie" (the junior Senator) with the dildo of hers going in and out of his you know what, telling him if they wanted their bills to pass, he was going to have to giddiup a lot faster and whacked him on his a$$ a couple of times. I've always thought back room deals were conducted with a little more dignity/decorum and certainly having more clothes on....but then we're talking politics here, right? Then there was her aide who was dressed in a pair of leather(?) chaps and a cowgirl hat/boots, strap on dildo....and nothing else. She was also busy doing her riding her "horsie" thing on some other junior Senator and laid her crop on his a$$ a few times, telling him the same thing. Well, they were rather preoccupied until I said holy sh*t....then got into the Satan thing. Four heads turned as one to look at me and would you believe it, both ladies literally had cr*p fly out their b*tts! Figure the guys would of too, but since they had I don't know how many inches of dildo inside their behinds.... I just leaned forward, grabbed both ladies and since they were in "contact" with those 2 guys, able to jump all 4 at the same time. But I made them poster children for those I had already gotten by using 4 rolls of duct tape on them so they remained "connected AND the others could see what they had been doing before I grabbed them. Better believe I heard more than one comment about those four when I suddenly appeared.
Then faced everyone and saying there are 3 of us who have variations of my ability. While I can jump/teleport, I can do it to places I've traveled to. One can jump to any person she knows/has a photo of, while the other can actually jump thru ANY wall. Who do you think has been hitting all those banks? Others like us get the money so I can travel to different parts of the world and we have all decided to clean up D.C. and that means YOU people will be poster children for a new era of politics. And I mean, CLEAN politics. No more "fact finding missions" to Paris, London, etc., no more grants for finding out why pigs stink, having things built when there is no need for it just to buy votes....hopefully, you all get the idea because WE can find you, any time, any where. You and everyone else in the Congress/Senate WILL work as a team or end up like those out there and I pointed to the ocean where 14 of their own had just died.
Each of you will be given a list of what we want you to do and if the President vetoes ANY of the items listed, you ALL will take another vote to have these measures passed.
1. EVERY illegal alien will be discussed as an ILLEGAL ALIEN, NOT illegal immigrant. This means anyone caught in the U.S. without a green card or passport is here illegally and WILL be deported.
2. EVERY illegal alien will be returned to Mexico since that's where the majority of them come from to get into the U.S. Secure the border between the U.S./ Mexico with the use of military forces, including drones to secure it. Mexico WILL start guarding their side of the border or face economic sanctions. They will be given 30 days to get their people to start guarding their side of the border. If, after 30 days, WE do not feel they have done enough, the border will be closed with a 7 day notice given. And when I say closed, NOBODY/ANYTHING from the U.S. enters Mexico or vice versa except those wanting to return to their country. Should Mexico refuse to accept these people, inform them that the border will be closed with in 72 hours and there will be no aid, money or equipment wise, from us any more until this matter is settled AND they pay us one half of the cost for securing our border in gold.
3. NO state will get any federal funds of ANY kind which has authorized any illegal alien a driving license without proof of a U.S. birth certificate, nor will they be given any aid such as food stamps, etc.
4. NO MORE GUN LAWS. Enforce the ones that are on the books.
5. All costs of flying the illegal aliens back to their country shall be born by the country from which they fled from. Other wise, NO aid of any kind to ANY country that has their citizens fleeing their country to ours until we are paid for the cost of returning them to their home country. And those countries will pay in gold. Checks & IOU's will NOT be accepted.
6. The military WILL cut back on waste, but there will NOT be any further reductions in military units/equipment, but an increase of said units/equipment because right now, the U.S. CAN NOT fight even a limited war like it did in Vietnam. Should there be cost over runs on new equipment, the manufacturer pays that burden, NOT the U.S. taxpayer unless the govt. has changed the parameters of the equipment. And there had better be a GOOD reason for doing so. If not....
7. No more free/cheap haircuts, 5 star food at your govt. paid "cafeteria", the govt. pools, spas and gyms you have been using for free will now be made available to the public and we do mean available and NOT to you gathered here any more.
8. Also, EVERY Congressman/Senator will now be on Obamacare....and I'm sure you know how well that has been going.
9. Balance the budget.
You WILL not only meet our demands or face the consequences and I pointed to the ocean behind me, you will convince others what waits for them if they don't work with everyone in getting these things done. That's it for now readers. If you have any suggestions on how you'd like to see the govt. do things, please drop us (The Committee) a line. Hope you understand we can't respond to every inquiry.
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Post by willc453 on Aug 3, 2014 3:12:21 GMT -6
For those wondering, chapter 9 is about The Devil going to Afghanistan to collect a few souls ala the Charlie Daniels band about The Devil going to Georgia song. And The Devil raising hell in the Vatican.
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Post by kaijafon on Aug 3, 2014 6:32:29 GMT -6
I do not know how I missed that last chapter!!!!! but all caught up now! thanks so much!
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Post by willc453 on Aug 3, 2014 17:27:01 GMT -6
will
you are sick, twisted, warped, demented and depraved.
admirable qualities, every one.
(wait until you read THIS chapter!)
(Some times I just do things without thinking of the consequences. Like one time working as a temp at a cereal factory for extra money. Got along with everyone and soon I was like one of the employees. Go to the breakroom and there's a bunch of people on break, listening to this woman I knew. She's standing there with her legs slightly spread and waving her arms around as she's telling some story. Well, there was one of those really long handled broom right by me...as in the handle being about 6-7 feet long, so with out thinking, I took it. Everyone saw me do this, but didn't say a word to the lady. I then stuck about 4 feet of broom handle between her legs and pushed up! She let out a screech and I honestly thought she was jumping so high, her finger/toe nails would grab ahold of the roof like one of those cartoon cats do when startled by a barking dog. Said later, she had no idea what was going on, but suddenly she had something really hard between her legs and about 3 feet of it was sticking out in front of her. I of course, had dropped the broom and headed out the door before the broom even hit the floor. Of course, she was right behind me, but fear is a great incentive NOT to be caught by a pi$$ed off woman. All the others in the breakroom were busting a gut in what happened.
As you might tell, this character isn't deeply religious, but he did want to make sure the Pope was out of town just in case. And come on guys, how many times have you seen some bodacious looking babe walking by and want to do to them what this character did? And of course, when you honked their "horns" or played motorboat between them, you could always tell them you are a gynecologist giving them free breast inspections to make sure they don't have breast cancer)
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Post by willc453 on Aug 3, 2014 18:18:08 GMT -6
The Affected: Tale Of Two Brothers Chapter 9
Actually, it didn't take that long for those "who saw the light" to convince others we Affected weren't going to wait any longer for the changes to be happening. Checked the net/on line newspapers where a lot of the Congressmen/Senators of course said they would not be intimidated and even as they spoke, the FBI & Homeland Security issued statements they were handling the matter. Of course, I knew many, if not most had all gone running to the FBI/Homeland Security to spill their guts about what happened to them and what they saw. Not that anyone knew where those bodies had gotten eaten by the sharks....well, gotta take that back. Who the h*ll goes on a sight seeing tour to see great white sharks?! I had just dropped off a Senator and one of his "political campaign donors" a quarter mile from shore about 2 weeks after my little demonstration/chat and jumped to shore as normal to watch everything. Just what are the f*cking odds on the Senator actually hitting and being impaled on that ships antennae mast AND the donor HITTING the ship square in the deck area?! This was one tour those tourists wouldn't forget. After that hit the papers/net, they (Congressmen/Senators) were all like Sgt. Schultz of Hogan's Heroes: I know nothing, NOTHING when the FBI/Homeland Security tried questioning them. Of course, the reason I was able to grab that one was because after all, they did have to meet/greet/talk with people....I mean, other than your common citizen. That kind of thing was usually left to their aides. Then found myself busy dealing with those Allah Akbar A holes in the middle east.
We were starting to get our a$$es kicked in Afghanistan again. The President had been pulling out troops/aircraft/helicopters and of course, all of a sudden these let's die for Allah A holes were all over the place, killing everyone, especially us and other U.N. military people. Thing is, people were wondering what was going to happen to several hundred Marines trapped in a city and people were talking about either another Alamo or Diem Ben Fu or how ever it's spelled. I had just come from making another withdrawal and happened to see the news. It wasn't bad, it was down right ugly. President saying it would take several hours for aircraft to reach the scene of the fighting and helicopters at least 2 times as long to pull anyone out.
Now I was ex-Air Force and I always kind of liked the Marines. Maybe it was helped by the fact that my 2 younger brothers did some time with them way back when. What really got me was seeing videos of what these people did with alive/dead Marines and of course several women correspondents. Katy, bar the door....the devil's going down to Afghanistan looking for a few souls to steal....you know, a play on words on that song by the Charlie Daniels band. Got rid of the bullsh*t trident and hit a farm supply place for a pitchfork with the tines close to 2 feet long and I sharpened the tips of them with a file, then made my jump. (and yes, I left $45 which covered the cost of the pitchfork AND file) The broadcast I had been watching was live and the woman correspondent looked scared sh*tless, not that I blamed her because she knew what was going to happen to her. If she was lucky, one of the Marines would simply shoot her before Allah's "freedom fighters" broke thru. Only word in Arabic I had to look up on the net was sinner. Had my full make up on of course and the lady, cameraman and soundman about went in their pants when I popped up behind her. The Marines turned to look at me and I guess this wasn't something they saw every day and just kind of stood there jaws slightly open. Said hey, I'm looking for a few souls to take back with me to hell, anyone got a flack jacket I can use? They just stood there till I saw one in a corner, grabbed it, jumped back home and after putting it on (under my costume), jumped back to the Marines.
Well, the lady let out a scream, the Marines jumped well the h*ll back from me and I said I need a window so I can see the enemy. One guy just pointed to a window and using their binoculars, could see a sh*t load of 'em doing a fire/cover kind of thing. Jumped to the 1st let's die for Allah Muslim, shouted sinner in Arabic, then rammed that pitchfork thru his belly, then jumped to feed him to the crocs. (they hadn't been fed in awhile anyway) Shake this guy loose from the pitchfork, jump to another Muslim, stick him, shout sinner, doing it time after time after time. These people were just a little slow in understanding what was going on., but then I did start working from the back of the attackers, using roof tops to spot them. By the time they realized something was wrong, over an hour had passed and then one of them happened to be looking back where their buds were suppose to be attacking with them and saw me. He said something in Arabic and always thought it was basically holy sh*t when he saw me, stick a bud of his in the guts with the pitchfork, maybe hear me say sinner and then disappear only to reappear to do another one of his buds a few seconds later. Then others saw me and started firing at me....not that I thought they could hit me, but they did: twice. Luckily the flack jacket stopped those rounds. So then started hitting them randomly and that broke them. They all turned to run away, not that it did much good for them because the Marines started firing and d*mn near hit me a couple of times! I jumped to them and said pass the word NOT to fire until I give you guys an all clear, okay? But if you want, could you make me a really, really big bonfire? They just looked at me and finally said okay. Then got busy making me Muslims on a stick kind of like having a wiener or marshmallow on a stick. The Marines were good to their word by burning down several houses. With debris coming up from the flames, I got a height estimation and started dropping Muslims into the bonfire. Cut it kind of close height wise the first couple of times so waited from more debris to fly up as that fire was HOT! Went for the bonfire because bodies were kind of piling up faster than the crocs could eat 'em. And it didn't help the Muslims to go running into someones home. If I saw them, I could find them. Scared the sh*t out of a lot of what I figured were good Muslims when I suddenly appeared/stuck this guy, etc.
Was doing this for a couple of hours and it started getting dark, so jumped back to the Marines and said okay, you guys can finish the Devils work...IF you still consider yourself Devil Dogs like you used to during WW 1. Oh yeah, they were Devil Dogs all right and saw on tv later on, all the ones that I saw in that room had that tattooed on their arm along with the Marine Corps emblem of course. The camera crew was trying to film me in action, but only got bits and pieces because I was jumping so fast, but they did get a lot of me dropping the bodies in the burning houses. Between what happened to the Senator/his political donor and there, it was more than enough to motivate Congress/the Senate to really start working together.
I was pretty tired from doing so much, so slept for a couple of days till Dwayne came over to see how I was doing. My wounds were healing nicely, but they itched like crazy and I kind of got to hunching/leaning downwards to the right because of the shoulder wound. Now my family (especially Mom and our aunt) always said I had a bizarre sense of humor....and I got to thinking of the Vatican. Yeah, bet you can see where this story is going.
Got on the net and stared looking at photos of the square and what the Vatican looked like inside. I knew they had Swiss guards and while they carried pikes, they also had Uzi's. Well, waited till it was around noon there and made sure the Pope wasn't hanging around. He was off somewhere in Africa hobnobbing with the local cannibals or something. Besides, didn't know for sure if God existed or not and just WHAT IF the Pope was there and said Satan be gone and since he's God representative on earth, would/could something happen to me? Besides, I was also remembering what Dad said about me starting to disappear while I was in the hospital....you know, kind of fading out. Was I thinking of Mom at the time? If so, she's been dead for 10+ years now. Could I have been trying to get to her? THAT was a thread of thought I didn't want to continue following.
One thing about being the "Devil", you need to show a little more flash/style. Later on, ended up having some special smoke grenades about the size of a golf ball. Throw it against the ground and instant smoke with a touch of sulfur and I can tell you, THAT sure as heck got attention really, really quick from everyone. The hard part was trying not to breath that cr*p in when it went off. Of course, I left the pitchfork at home, I mean, I was there to have some fun, not kill anyone, so used the trident. And boy, was I disappointed at first. I mean, Satan appears in St. Peters Square and NOBODY and I mean NOBODY even gives me a 2nd glance....well, at first. Then gave a mean, evil bawahahahaha as loud as I could and then started getting people to look at me....like I was some kind of pervert exposing myself?! Come on people, here's Satan himself, horny head and all and you give me bemused looks? Thought this was going to turn into a dud fun wise till this guy says something in Italian and as I turned to face him, he throws a styrofoam cup full of wine at me, hitting me in the face! I got mad at first, but then realized this is great....now I'll really work the crowd as several people had turned to look/watch us both. So I jumped behind this guy, stuck him with the dull points of the trident and said "tag, you're it", then jumped to be next to a really pretty girl who was walking near some guy....and quickly pinched her a$$, then jumped to behind a Italian cop. Saw the girl get pi$$ed and she slaps the guy walking by her. The cop got jabbed with the trident and said tag, you're it and jumped to another pretty girl. I gave her a$$ a quick squeeze and then jumped to be in front of a nun. She had to be in her 60's, ugly as virtue can be, but I used the trident to lift up the front of her robes so I could see her ankles and said woo, woo and jumped to another pretty girl that I honked her breasts like they were model A car horns, others I'd stick my face between their breasts to play motorboat with, then a cop, then a couple of priests. Oh believe me, doing what I was doing started getting attention from everyone.
Thing is, they never knew where I'd appear and the panic started. Then came out the guys in red robes....didn't know if they were Cardinals or Bishops because they all look alike to me. Jumped in front of a Swiss guard who came down with his pike in his hands, grabbed it and then jumped to one side of the bishops/ cardinals and tripped a couple of them, then jumped. They were kind of going crazy, I mean how do you tell Satan to beat it when he won't stay in one place very long? Then one of the Swiss guards made the mistake of firing his weapon at me and ended up almost hitting the cardinals/bishops. They put a stop to that sh*t really quick. Well, I was having fun, especially pinching the girls b*tts, but decided let's do something different. So when the boys in red got near me, I acted like I was being trapped because they had me in a circle. You know, making smaller and smaller jumps. Then when they got within 10 feet of me, they started hitting me with drops of holy water, waving their crosses and saying stuff in Latin. Or maybe it was Italian, I don't know, so I jumped....to the balcony where the Pope waves hello to everyone in the square from time to time. Well, the red guys were congratulating themselves for banishing "The Devil" and the crowd started cheering them. Let this go on for about a minute or two, then called out as loudly as I could YYYYOOOOOUUUU HHHHOOOOO while waving at everyone down below, then turned and wiggle waggled my (costume covered) b*tt at them, making sure they saw the forked tail wiggle back and forth. Complete silence from everyone when they realized where I was at, the pandemonium as the people fled for their lives from "Satan" and the boys in red hauled a$$ for the Vatican when they saw me open the doors on the balcony and enter the Popes private chambers! Well, one thing leads to another....like dealing with a bunch of priests throwing their holy water, waving crosses, etc. and each time I'd come across a bunch of them, act like I was being beat back, then almost cornered then jump behind them and say tag, you're it and give them a poke with the trident before jumping down the hall with them soon in hot pursuit of me.
And nuns....had a lot of fun with them. Well, except one. Remember Finewine and her strap on dildo? Well, I thought if you're going to do something, do it with style as The Joker always said. Remember how the Aliens would open one mouth with slobber coming out of it, then the 2nd mouth would come out & open for the bite? I had a special dildo made up, costing me almost $3,000 but it was worth every penny just to see the expressions on those nuns faces. I just wish I had a camcorder to record it all. The dildo was a battery operated (6 rechargeable double A's) and was a 2 part thing. A small air pump used in aquariums was used to inflate/push up small fish hooks on the outside of the dildo, then the inside part of the dildo would slide in/out of the outer part. Yeah, kind of sick/ demented/twisted stuff, but then I kind of felt sorry for the nuns and Jesus, though I wonder who had the worse deal when you think about it. I just wanted to give the nuns a little excitement/something to talk about the rest of their lives on earth.
From what I understand, these ladies are married to Jesus and I figure when they died, they probably expected one h*ll (or in this case, heavenly) of a honeymoon night with their husband Jesus. I mean, after all, aren't they married and haven't these women taken vows? And how many nuns die every day just from natural causes? And Jesus is suppose to give them a heavenly honeymoon night? Figure that boy's gotta be busier than Muslim men with their 12 virgins when they die. And of course, eventually the honeymoon bliss kind of wears off. Come on guys, you KNOW what I'm talking about. Like his wives telling him: Jesus, can't you put the toilet seat down like other men? Jesus, don't drink directly out of the milk carton, that's disgusting. Jesus, don't leave your sandals in the middle of the room as I almost tripped over them. Jesus, why can't you put your whites in the separate laundry basket instead of mixing them with the colored clothes? Jesus, close the door; were you born in a barn? Jesus, how could you forget to bring home a loaf of bread when you got off work? Well, you get the idea.
Well, I was having fun chasing the nuns while making kissing noises with my lips and of course, they saw this 18" "thing" bobbing up and down in front of my crotch area with it sliding in/out along with the fish hooks popping up/down. Of course, it was a bit awkward with me chasing them and this thing bobbing up and down....must of weighed about 3 pounds. Some priests would get between me and the nuns I was chasing and I'd act like they were keeping me back from getting closer to the nuns. The nuns would then turn around and start cheering the priests (in Italian), probably saying kick the Devils a$$ Father Lugichi, Father Pinocchio, etc. I'd be "forced back" by the advancing priests/cardinals/bishops but then jump to the other side where the nuns were at and the chase was on again.
The problem with my gear was the belt....it was sliding down my waist, so stopped by a door to adjust it. That's when I got hit on the head with a cross by what I figure was a Mother Superior! I think she said something dirty as she hit me....like die mother f*cker in Italian or maybe it was German, I wasn't too sure. Only thing that helped me was she never got a full swing at my head with that cross and it was made of some light weight plaster type of material. My head hurt and I'm on my hands and knees and here comes the priests, etc. right after me. They had been throwing so much holy water at me earlier, I was surprised I hadn't drowned! Time to leave and jumped back home. Had one hellacious headache for a couple of days and decided to leave those people alone. And of course, one thing I hadn't really thought of was all the negative stuff that was going to happen to others who had been Affected.
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Post by willc453 on Aug 11, 2014 19:03:58 GMT -6
The Affected: Tale Of Two Brothers Chapter 10
Different things happened during those couple of days I did nothing....mainly trying to recuperate from getting hit in the head with that cross by that mother superior. Jezz, what ever happened to them turning the other cheek? You think the way she reacted in attacking me, she was really an Israeli/Jew Muslim/jihad kind of person instead of a peace loving/understanding Christian. After I did my Muslim on a stick routine, things quieted down real quick basically all over the middle east. After all, many of them figured WHAT IF they believed they were dying for Allah, but afterwards, found themselves in a warmer place?
Anyway, had to figure out some way of explaining to everyone (family) why I wouldn't be working once I got healed. Well, the tv gave me my answer: I'd become a member of both east AND west coast super hero leagues because of my ability. A reporter was commenting that because of the number of Affected doing "evil", a league of super hero's was needed just like in the comic books. I thought it was pretty funny when someone was able to call up a swarm of flies and have them not only buzz/almost cover the President, then not only chase him from the podium, but back to his limo. Of course, the "villain" shouted out loud that the Presidents job so far stank and here's proof. Then he/she got busy siccing a bunch of flies on the reporter who was wearing a short skirt, tight blouse...of course, she was good looking and about as bright as a 1 watt light bulb. Took her a few seconds to finally realize what was going on between her legs....boy, she sure screamed about that! Then a swarm of bees came around, buzzing and actually stinging a few of the cops who got close to who ever got near the Affected. Then it was bees swarming around everyone, so you remember the panic/stampede on that one. Of course, then there was me in all those different disguises....which confused the issue even more as to just how many of us were Affected. Or worse yet, someone got super smart and was able to figure out how to build a portable teleporting machine.
So, by using my computer, made up a wallet size i.d. card and one for carrying around my neck like the FBI does. Of course, the league didn't have a emblem/patch yet, so I got away with this for quite awhile. People are soooo gullible. Told Dad/Dwayne that I was working for the govt. now and they were paying me twice as much as I was as a truck driver. They were a bit surprised in me getting a job like this and Dad worried about what could happen to me as he caught the videos of me in Iraq but he was a bit disappointed in me and the Vatican thing. Said I couldn't help myself....maybe the devil made me do it? He didn't think that was funny and Dwayne just groaned when I told him.
Had some fun as a crime fighter....kind of reminded me how the bad guys suddenly started staying home because some vigilante was running loose ala Death Wish. So I got a Batman (kevlar of course) costume made up and started working NYC in the beginning, the Bronx, then Queens. Made contact with a couple of cops, showed them what I could do and what I planned on doing while in town. They in turn spread the word to other precincts. Used a portable police scanner and ear piece and when things heated up, I'd be jumping over there. Otherwise, I just kind of looked around at different parts of town where the cops said there was always trouble. Hookers I didn't bother with, but drug dealers went quick. Also got rid of a bunch of gun dealers via tips from the cops. All I really needed for those people was a photo.
To add confusion/fear to these people, dressed up as a vampire. You know, black cape, pants, etc., but had very pale fleshy/white paint on my face. Would you believe most of these thugs didn't know I was trying to impersonate Bela Lugosi's voice? Bummer as The Riddler would say. Say 2 thugs were busy robbing/beating up some guy while the other 2 were busy getting ready to rape the guys wife/ girlfriend. I'd say good evening and the 4 of them would turn around and basically say the same thing: who the f*ck are you suppose to be and/or get the f*ck out of here or you're next. I'd jump behind the ones with the guns/knives, swirl my cape around them so they disappeared from view and then jumped to feed the crocs or sharks. Then jump back to grab the next one. By the time the 2nd thug disappeared, the other(s) would have had enough and try beating feet. Didn't work out well for them. It also helped that a lot of them committed suicide when they fell off a 10-20 story building. But I always made sure the street below was clear....well, most of the time. Didn't realize how much damage a falling body can cause to a parked vehicle. Did my best to also make sure they were awake/out of shock before they got loose from my grasp.
As to the gun sellers, was really able to stock my bols with not only guns, but ammo. Lots and lots of both. When I got near the top of the food chain on who was bringing them into the country or how they were being stolen, I called the cops I knew and told them. So they'd get credit for breaking up a major crime syndicate. And yes, I killed a few cops who were dirty. The cops were p*ssed and made threats, but told them they needed to not only toe the line like everyone else, but have a higher standard than everyone else. Mom/ Dad always told me if I had trouble as a kid, I could go to any policeman and he would help me. Did they want to make my Mom/Dad liars? They didn't. As to the Mafia/organized crime, after 9 of their top people simply disappeared, they quit sending people after me or trying to make me believe they had an offer I couldn't refuse. And a few more cops also disappeared. Kept some of the thugs alive to simply pass the word and that the cops would be checking up on them to make sure they were making an HONEST living. If not, they knew they'd be future croc/shark food/suicidal.
Thing is, was getting a lot of money from the banks, then the armored cars as in at least $50,000 per hit and I hit something like 2 dozen? Then a Yahoo blurb caught my eye....about the drug dealers/cartels in Mexico and how they rake in BILLIONS(?!) every year. Now that's the place for me. I could go to Brazil or Argentina where the supply starts, but wanted something closer to home. Some may wonder exactly how much did I "acquire" because was having multiple bols costing that much? No, not really. I had started getting a surplus of cash which I just threw in cardboard boxes. Thing is, I'd catch the news about some people just having bad luck, especially the G.I.'s and their families. Usually it wasn't much, say $1,000 for the most part, but some needed more, so they'd get up to $10,000 to pay off their bills and always made sure they would have a little extra left over like Lucky did for me. What goes around, comes around Lucky. Animal shelters, libraries, homeless shelters, abused women (that one was a laugh on me after I started doing what I did to women). I was like Santa Claus, but I was around all year long.
With the net, started gathering info on the drug war, how it was brought in, cost of drugs street value wise, etc. And of course, who were or where the local drug cartels were in Mexico. So I became a mule as they're called. You know, people who smuggle drugs into the U.S. Been thru Nogales a couple of times when I did the otr bit and with the net, became familiar with it and the Mexican town across the border. Jump to Nogales, then into Mexico. Stayed at a really nice hotel ($300 a night), but never had any of the "ladies" working the place ask if I was interested in any company....the facial scar, you know along with being old, fat and balding.
Well, it's not like the drug cartel people have signs posted on the front of their property saying: Drug dealer lives here, no soliciting. Of course, having no passport, had some cops try shaking me down which worked out well for me....not so good for some of them. Three fed the sharks/crocs, then they came as a pair which is what I wanted. One watched while the other was fed to the sharks. Explained what I wanted and he was quite happy/anxious to tell me where this guy lived AND introduce me to him. Trap of course and more food for the sharks/crocs. Then thought of that Arnold Schwarzenegger movie where he simply goes knocking on a door, asking if the local drug lord was home. So started wandering the streets via the roof tops and believe me when people saw me appearing across different roof tops, they suddenly realized the had important business inside their home/building. This actually didn't take long because all I had to do was look for guys with guns in front of a walled off residential area. The more guys with guns, the bigger the dealer had to be. KISS: Keep It Simple Stupid works well for me.
Walked up to 3 guys and asked if the local drug dealer was home and could I see him please? Well, don't know what the one guy said, but don't think he meant gringo in a nice way. Then I said habla English? That's when they raised their rifles at me....and I don't think they were semi-autos either. They became fish food. Pressed the buzzer and repeated my question if anyone spoke English and that got a bunch of Mexican back at me....along with a bunch of guys running up to the large gate with guns in their hands. So jumped to the top of the house, getting rid of more guards, then those that had been running towards the gate. They had stopped when they saw me suddenly disappear, but they heard the screaming and occasional shot coming from the roof top. Jump back to the other side of the gate and asked the same question. This time, got someone who could speak English. The owner came out with out any guards which kind of surprised me, but he said since I had already taken out so many, what would be the point? Explained/showed him what I could do and my business proposition. He provided the drugs, I delivered them and got half the profit. He got a quick demonstration while we jumped to different places in the world before coming back to his place.
Well, it worked out very, very well for me for a few month especially the female companionship part. Think of women in the Miss Universe contests....THAT kind of beauty AND very happy to please a man like me, scar or no scar. Of course, maybe it helped I took more than one with me for them to do some shopping in London, Paris, etc.. and of course, giving them some spending money while I paid for everything with a pre-paid debit card. This is when I started learning how self serving women are. But they did give me everything I wanted when it came to sex, so fair is fair. And believe me, I had a lot of it. Miguel (drug lord) had me bringing into the states a hundred pounds of coke a couple of times a week. Met his people at different places. He also wanted me to start getting rid of his competition and I said okay when a couple of them tried killing him. I mean, I really wouldn't of cared at the time, but a couple of the girls got hurt and I cared for them even if it was in a small way. But I got to keep all the money found after I cleared out a house of his competition. I also got to keep what women I wanted as additional companions. And he made sure no one touched the women I had regular dealings with or the ex-competitors family members.
Hey Selman, bet you always wondered how the FBI, DEA and HS broke up the largest drug ring in U.S. history didn't you? I decided that if something bad happened, like me being caught and unable to jump, it might help if it showed I was also doing good things. Things were also given a shove in that direction when I found out Miguel was giving me counterfeit hundreds! The ladies and I were in Vegas when one of them was told the money she had was fake and they (the casino) had to keep it until the Secret Service showed up and of course, they'd want to talk with her where she got it. Time for us to leave I told the ladies and jumped us to my bol in Florida which they liked, especially after learning I had a jacuzzi and large swimming pool. I mean, after all, if it did hit the fan, wanted the family to have some possible luxury.
Went to Miguel and told him what happened and he was "shocked" of course. About one fourth of my money was counterfeit, but was told he'd make it up to me in replacing it with good money. I said that's nice, but not good enough. Poor ladies had their vacation interrupted and I want to know where you're getting this money from so I can talk directly with him. He didn't want to do that, then told him our deal's off then and he said no, no....he'd have us meet, but it would have to be in Argentina. I said okay, set up an appointment with this guy and give me a few minutes which I took the time to look up photos of Rio De Janeiro.
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