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| A Tale Of Tales Chapter 2-In Other News | Started by: Viper on Nov 05, '20 17:25 |
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Damian laid in his bed that night thinking about all the events of the day. Did Kevin really have to die? He would have told the police he was shot by Damian, Damian would have been locked up. They would have wanted to know where he got the gun. Damian told himself he was overthinking the situation. But he definitely needed to get to the bottom of that cliff in the morning and move that body before any hikers got lucky and stumbled upon it. They cant very well blame his death on the fall when theres clearly a bullet wound in Kevins stomach. "Reporting live from Carlisle Grove it's the 7 o clock news hour with Rachael Hemmings and Doug Gilbertson. We come to you tonight with breaking news of a missing teen right here in Carlisle Grove. Kevin Robertson is believed to be 16 years of age and attends Carlisle High where he is the captain of the football team. He has blonde hair, blue eyes and is white complected. He was last seen wearing blue Jean's and his high school Letterman jacket. If you or anyone you know have any tips on the whereabouts of this missing teen we urge you to call 911 and make a report. When we return we will be conducting an interview with Kevins football coach as well as few of his classmates. Damian walked to the living room where his mother Celine sat on that old green couch. His father Had got them half price at the Pin Cushion so long ago. Celine had a concerned look about her as she watched her son enter the living room. "Did you see Kevin in school today son?" Asked his mother. "No momma, he doesn't associate himself with me, I'm not on the football team." Replied Damian. "I hope that poor boys parents find him, I would hate to imagine what happened to him or where hes at." Said his mother in a sad voice. Gary entered his house through the front door. His father was sitting down on that old beat up recliner with a beer in his hand. He wasnt wearing his rings, so Gary knew it wouldn't hurt to much when it was time to get punished. "Your teacher said you weren't in school today you little shit" said Gary's father in a clearly irritated and almost drunk tone. "No Sir" replied Gary. "You think I go to work to put food on this table so you can run around in the streets like a little punk causing trouble?" Asked his father. "No Sir" replied Gary. "Let's get you cleaned up and ready for dinner son" his mother said almost whispering. "Did I fucking tell you to speak bitch?" His father quickly answered. Gary's father rose up off his recliner, Gregory was a tall man standing at almost 7 ft. He had on a white t shirt stained with dirt from work. His faded and ripped Jean's told a story of poverty and working for nothing. He was a bitter and strict man, he spent his time drinking while not at work and spent most of his life sitting at the local bar rather then being at home. "So where the fuck were you today kid" yelled his father. "I was at the par.." Suddenly he was struck in the face by a heavy blow delivered by his father, knocking him to the ground. "Lies! Everything that comes out of your fucking mouth is always Lies!" Yelled his father in a fit of rage. Gary's mother jumped from the couch to defend her son but was instantly hit with a backhand to the mouth which knocked her unconscious. "Get up you little bitch" Gregory commanded his son. Gary slowly got off the floor to the living room, scared of what was to come. He was already in an extreme amount of pain from the beating he had taken earlier that afternoon. His lip had completely split open and he had two black eyes making it almost impossible for him to open them. Once he stood straight up he was struck with another blow to the side of the head which knocked him to the floor again. Gregory then took off his belt and began whipping Gary on the floor till he was crying in pain. He slept on the living room floor that night, afraid to stand up again. Morning came and it was a Saturday which meant no school. But house rules clearly stated that if Damians father was awake then there was no way another man was gonna be asleep in his house. Damian quickly dressed himself and headed to the kitchen for breakfast. Upon entering he noticed his mother was not there which was odd because she never was not cooking in the morning. So he headed to the living room to sit on the couch and watch some TV. As he was entering the living room he couldnt help but here some chattering going on outside in the front of his house, so he took a peek out the front window. There was a police car, and what looked like two detectives standing outside talking to his mother and father. "Miss Castaluchi we suspect Your son Damian might have some information on the whereabouts of the missing teen Kevin Robertson." Said the detective. "And what makes you believe that?" Replied Damian Sr piping in already mad. "Witness reports claim your son had an altercation with mr Robertson from which he was suspended from school" said the detective. "Yes and he was already punished for that altercation" replied Damian Sr. "Yes, we understand this sir but we would like your permission to take him downtown and answer a few questions for us." Said the detective. "Well you most certainly will not get my permission, the high school principal has the altercation report go get it from him." Replied Damian Sr. "Yes sir, I can see we are getting nowhere here, sorry for wasting your time sir.' Said the detective already frustrated. Damian Sr walked inside with his wife and peered through the living room blinds till the detectives drove away. Afterwards he turned his gaze towards his son. "We are going to talk about this son" said Celine. "I'll talk to him" replied his father. Damian Sr led his son to the backdoor, they exited and walked down the back steps towards an old storage room his father had built in the backyard. Once inside Damian could see a desk with papers and notebooks everywhere. There was a table with five chairs around it, and an old telephone sat on the wall. Damian had never been in this room before so everything was new to him, he only imagine it was where is father held his family meetings. His father pointed at the empty table and directed him to sit. "Ok son am I correct to assume that Kevin is gone?" His father asked. "Yes sir." Damian replied " I need to know what happened and where is body is." Said his father. Damian proceed to tell his father everything that happened between him Gary and Kevin. The altercation, the gunshot, the cliff, and the fall. His father sat back in his chair, taking in all the details he had just learned. "How did it feel?" Said his father finally after a brief moment of silence. "He was going to kill him father, what kind of man would I be if I had just let Gary sit there and take punishment for a job that took us both? I would be no kind of man, I had to do what I had to do no questions asked. I would rather see Kevin dead on the rocks instead of Gary, I have no regrets and a clear head." Replied Damian "Good Boy" was all his father said before getting up and walking to the telephone hanging on the wall. "Yeah socks, I need you to come down to my place with the truck. Oh and bring Sniffs with you " said his father into the phone. Damian had only heard of those two men, he had never met them before, his fathers crew was to close knit so not many new soldiers knew them. Socks had gotten his name because he would always wear colored socks with pictures and artwork on them. And Sniffs got his name from a funny childhood habit he had which made him sniff his upper lip every few seconds. Those two men were known to be his fathers most trusted associates. "You go with Socks and Sniffs, if your lucky you can clean up your mess before the cops find it." Said Damian Sr. The ride to the bottom of the cliff was quite beautiful to say the least, they had to take a few backroads and even a small caliche road that lead straight to the bottom of the cliff. "So your father says you took this kid out for messing with your friends. If that ain't the most sincere show of friendship I dont know what it." Said Socks as he giggled softly "This boy must have really did a number on Gary for you to wanna shoot him and send him on a one way ticket drop to hell." Laughed Sniffs before sniffing his upper lip. They seemed like hardened criminals, Damian didn't feel bad for his actions, nor did he laugh about it. But these guys, they were making jokes, trying to lighten the mood. They all knew they were headed to the bottom of a mountain to scrape a dead body off the rocks and move it, and still these guys were joking about it. Damian switched on the radio so he could drown out their laughs. I hear babies cry and I watch them grow They'll learn much more than we'll know And I think to myself Oh, what a wonderful world I think to myself, yes What a wonderful world I think to myself, yeah What a wonderful world The song played smoothly and brought a soothing silence to the truck as they drove slowly down that caliche road. Breaking news update out of Carlisle Grove, new witness reports have come to light, an anonymous citizen reported seeing the missing teen Kevin Robertson walking through the heavy brush in back of the stadium up to Hikers Bluff. Is it possible the young boy took a fall while gazing at the mountain view? Police are now on their way to said mountain to investigate further. Stay tuned in folks as we update you on the latest news following this tragic event. And now we bring you... Damian switched off the radio as Sniffs pressed his foot harder against the throttle. They arrived at the spot directly underneath the bluff, Sniffs parked the truck under some trees successfully blocking the view of it from the top of the bluff. Damian searched the rocks for the body but only found a blood stain on the rocks. Yet there seemed to be a trail leading away from the rocks deeper into the forest. He thought to himself, "theres no way this sorry fucker survived that fall and crawled away." Socks took the lead drawing his pistol with Sniffs behind him also drawing his pistol. Damian followed close behind the two of them also carrying the pistol Lazy Eyes had given him but not drawing it. He knew he had shot Kevin the afternoon before, but that was in defense for his friend. If Kevin was still alive and bleeding out somewhere, then he knew he would have to do the execution. He contemplated his options as the three men followed the blood trail. All suspicion was laid to rest when they entered a big clearing in the middle of the woods. Kevin lay there motionless in the middle, his skin and flesh were ripped to shreds. His skull was already exposed showing fractures in his eye holes, no doubt where his face made contact with the rocks at the bottom. A pack of wolves must have found him and dragged him to this clearing where they fed on his remains for the rest of the night. Damian turned away and threw up a little in his mouth but swallowed it back up so Socks and Sniffs wouldn't see him in this weak state. "Down there in the trees, theres movement, let's get a team down there now." Yelled the detective that had been to Damians house earlier that morning. Dogs could be heard barking at the too of the mountain as well as shouts from the police. Damian, Socks, and Sniffs picked up Kevins lifeless body which was extremely lighter now that most of the flesh had been ripped away. They hurried back to the truck and threw the now almost skeleton in the back. Sniffs hopped in the driver seat and turned the truck on, he then threw it into gear and drove back to the caliche road from whence they came. The truck seemed to be flying down the road leaving a thick cloud of dust behind them. Damian thought to himself "theres no way the cops didn't see this this thick cloud of dust leaving the scene of the crime". Even if the cops did see the cloud of dust on the caliche road, which they probably saw the truck to because they were so high up. The only entrance to this road was from two side roads you had to take off the main highway which started on the other side of town. Sniffs turned left at the end of the caliche road which put them on a small paved road. Another left turn a couple miles up ahead would put them on the main highway. Suddenly Sniffs turned to the right down a small dirt road that had fences on either side. There were trees almost grown into the fence line giving them complete cover from the road they were just on. They came to a fork in the road that went left or right, Sniffs turned left. They drove about a quarter mile down the road before coming to a stop at a gate that was closed with a chain and padlock. Socks exited the truck and reached In his waist cost for a key chain which looked to have ten or more keys attached to it. He fumbled around with it until he had the correct key, he then opened the gate. Further down the road they crossed a tunnel bridge before stopping at a junkyard with what looked like a huge crusher in the middle. Damian Sr was standing near it with his car parked close by. Sniffs drove into the crusher and then instructed everyone to exit the truck. Damian Sr pushed a button and the crusher pressed the truck into the ground. Socks had seated himself in a machine that had a huge magnet in it, he hovered over the vehicle and picked it up like magic. He then turned to the far right side swinging the truck, and with the momentum he turned the magnet off causing the now crushed truck to fly in the air and land in a gigantic pile of crushed vehicles. Damian got inside his fathers Cadillac. He remembered crossing the bridge before dozing off in the backseat. Damian woke up as his father turned down the street where he lived. As he passed by Gary's house, he noticed three cop cars outside along with an ambulance. The medic team carried out a stretcher with what looked like a body on it, sheets covered his face but his little hand hung off the side of the makeshift bed. Gary's mother ran outside screaming and yelling through tears. "WAKE UP BABY, PLEASE WAKE UP, MOMMYS RIGHT HERE." Her cries would forever be imprinted into Damians mind, like a tattoo on his brain. His heart and his stomach seemed to drop and and rise meeting in the middle. His throat swoll up and his face cringed as uncontrollable tears started rushing down his face. The police escorted Gregory out of the house in handcuffs, his face looked grim but his eyes were bloodshot like he had been coming down off of a heavy hangover. Gary's mother slapped him and scratched him as he was being walked downstairs. "YOU MOTHAFUCKER, YOU BASTARD, YOU KILLED MY BABY!!! BURN IN HELL YOU MONSTER!!!. Damian fought hard through tears and crying to exit the car and run to Gary but Socks held him inside reassuringly telling him it would all be ok. Damian took a long hot shower, he couldnt help but think about all the events that took place between friday and Saturday. He didn't want to think about Gary, "how did he die? He was just with him and now hes gone." Tears began to form in his eyes again before he realized he had been in the shower for more then two hours. He turned the water off and quickly dressed himself before heading to his room. "Damian get over here, hurry son" his mother yelled. Damian headed to the living room where his mother sat with his father. Celine turned up the Volume on the Television set. "Reporting live from Carlisle Grove it's the 7 o clock news hour with Rachael Hemmings and Doug Gilbertson. In today's news we continue to cover the investigation on what has become of the missing teen Kevin Robertson. Police were alerted earlier today to Hikers Bluff where an anonymous citizen supposedly reported seeing Kevin last. As the police were searching the bluff they reported seeing some movement in the trees on the bottom of the cliff and shortly after a red truck fleeing the area. Upon getting to the bottom police found a pool of blood on the rocks below as well as a blood trail leading further into the woods. Police have yet to locate a body but assure us they are doing there utmost to bring this tragic investigation to an end...In other news police were called to a home on the east side block of 32nd street today on reports of a teen not waking up in the morning. When officers arrived to the home, they were shocked to see the teen whose name cannot be released at this time laying on floor with multiple bruises and swells on his face. The autopsy report revealed that he had multiple skull fractures due to blunt force trauma to the head. But ultimately he died to a broken rib that punctured his heart leaving him bleeding internally. The victims father is in custody and is now facing capital murder charges that could put him away for life. Our hearts go out to the family who has to suffer through this painful loss. We will bring you the weather report after these quick commercials from our sponsors..... |
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