Full Circle
© Druid
© Druid
utumn.
A time when nature changes its ways. A time when nature could be beautiful to all who views its wonders. With its falling leaves and light gentle winds caressing the land it was a time that heralded the coming of winter and the corresponding change to everyone's habits and lifestyles. However, this time, to certain people , this seasonal change was not one of beauty.
This time it meant death.
There would be no warning, no change in the temperature nor would it occur within the shadows of the darkest night. What was about to happen would happen in broad daylight within an above average house situated on a quiet respectable street in a middle to upper class suburb of a god fearing, hard working, community minded and trusting city.
It was the 15th May, a Tuesday.
The school bus pulled into the bus stop as always, around 3.45pm. Two boys and a girl got off the bus and walked wearily towards their house not more than two minutes away.
The smallest, a boy, was aged ten. An average loking school kid. Shirt hanging out of his baggy jeans, the lace of his left runner flapping in the air as he walked. With his baseball cap on backwards he dragged his backpack almost painfully along the ground. He turned to talk to the other boy.
His brother.
He was fourteen and not much taller for he had not quite reached the gangly stage of pubescent growth. He was a responsible boy, you could tell by the way he dressed and walked that he was in charge of his little brother and there was pride present when he put his hand on his brother's shoulder in reply.
Both walked just ahead of the girl.
She was their step sister.
Just turned sixteen and already receiving admiring looks from the drivers and passengers of passing cars both men and women alike. They had all seen her before and agreed that she had the looks to make it as one of those catwalk models or even a movie star.
Yep, with that long blonde hair and her blossoming looks, she'd make it one day.
But she'd never get the chance.
They had no idea that he was in the house. They had no idea he was stealing their possesions and they had absolutely no idea they were about to die. The boys walked up the path to the front door and waited for the girl to catch up. Because she was the eldest, she had the key to the front door. When she opened the screen door it screeched just like all screen doors do and she proceeded to put the key in the lock.
The boys pushed towards the door as she started to open it so she stood to the side and let them go in first.
He had heard the screaching door, he was on the other side of it having just come down the stairs carrying an bag of assorted valuables.
Shit,the time.
This wasn't part of the plan.
He had nowhere to go, he could see the doorknob turning as someone was putting the key into the lock. He quickly stood behind the door and instinctively pulled out his knife.
Well fuck the plan.
He wasn't gonna be caught this time, no, no, no.
He wasn't gonna go back to prison. He hated prison.
Whoever this was, it was just bad luck an' timing for them.
Real bad timing.
The door pushed open and his eyes widened as unseen movement shuffled inside and he heard voices.
There was more that one.
One he could have bashed senseless without being seen and everything would still have been okay but more than one, they gotta go, cause he's not about to go back to prison.
He slammed the door shut and before anything could register he had lashed out with the big blade knife.
He felt it slice heavily through something and saw blood spray across the wall but it didn't deter him. He brought the knife back around immediately and had the satisfaction of feeling it strike flesh again. Something wet struck him in the side of the head so he lashed out again.
Then again.
And again.
And again.
The scream stopped him.
He spun around to see the girl sitting on the floor up against the wall. She had been knocked sprawling by the force of the door being slammed.
He took a step towards her but horror seized her and she scrambled quickly up the stairs before he could reach her. As she half crawled, half ran up the stairs, he noticed her long blonde hair and her long legs that just went up and up right inside that little skirt of hers.
Now this is somethin' I ain't had in a long time he thought. Man just lookit those legs and those young girlie titties near bustin outta that shirt. He started to move quickly up the stairs.
No way I'm gonna get rid of this.
Yet...
The brother's father and mother, the Mallens, owned a small accountancy firm on the outskirts of the city no more than twenty miles away from the house. He was a well respected business man who had married for the first time. For the mother, the second. The girl was the legacy of her first marriage and apart from loving her dearly, there was nothing else the mother wanted near her to remind her about her first husband.
She had grown tired of his trips away, his secrecy, his mood changes and nightmares. She wanted a normal life and a normal man.
So she left.
It was when he had gone away on one of his trips. She just packed up her personal things, took her daughter who was five at the time, caught a cab to the bus station and went away. She often thought back to that moment when she got onto the bus and went to her seat. She could still recall the huge sense of relief that melted over her when the bus finally started moving.
She had been worried he would come looking for them but time proved her to be wrong.
There had been no word of him for nearly three years although she always knew where he could be found, when out of the blue she literally bumped into him coming out of a supermarket.
What followed had surprised her.
He was very mellow towards her and seemed to be a changed man. The presence of anticipated violence and the fear she had kept inside her during those years apart proved to be unfounded as he politely asked questions about her well being and their daughter.
She told him she had remarried quickly and had given her new husband a baby boy and was very happy with her new life.
A sense of alarm had swept over her as his remarks were totally out of character and she started to beg him not to cause any trouble for her new family. He seemed somewhat shocked that she had infurred he would do that. He had looked deeply into her eyes and she had seen a sadness she would always remember then he simply turned around and was lost in the crowd. She hadn't seen him since that day.
The girl tried to scream for help as she stumbled down the hall but nothing came out. She was too scared. The horror of what she had seen was beyond any form of her comprehension.
Instinct told her she had to get away. As she fell into her bedroom she could hear him coming after her. She could hear him laughing as she frantically tried to lock the door. She was looking around the room for something to barricade the door with when she saw the phone on her bedside table.
She made a quick decision, call for help.
She lunged across the room, grabbed the phone, pressed the speed dial number and as she heard the clicking of a connection the bedroom door burst open.
Jarvy McManus was lying down on his bed reading last month's edition of Penthouse. His father's Black Label edition. He wasn't looking at the pictures of naked women in assorted positions, he was reading the stories. He loved the stories.
Whenever he read the stories in Penthouse he always thought of Lynda and pictured her being involved in what he was reading about.
He remembered how just last week she had given him a hand job while he had read the stories to her right there in his room. He was getting hard just thinking about it.
He heard the phone ring.
Shit he thought, why now.
He reached over from the bed and picked up the receiver but before he even could even bring the phone to his ear he could hear the screams.
As he smashed his way into the room he saw her holding the telephone. He reacted immediately, reaching her in a stride and smashing her with the back of his hand, knocking the phone from her grasp and sending her brutally across the bed. He looked down at the dazed girl and started to unbuckle his belt. The girl looked up at him and started to scream but he hit her again in the head knocking her sensless.
He tore the blouse off her and roughly started to paw at her breasts, pinching her nipples savagely. Even in her dazed state she tried to resist him but he was like some crazed wild animal.
He rammed his hand up under her skirt and grabbed her panties tearing them off almost in the one movement. She kicked out, frantically trying to dislodge his weight off her but he hit her again, this time sending her into unconsciousness.
She would never wake up.
Jarvy listened to the screams and thought he heard a number of smacking sounds before everything went quiet. He was sweating and scared. He knew what he was hearing was not a prank call, it was real. Just before he ran out of his room to get his father he thought he heard something like a hessian bag being torn open dropping a load of rotten fruit which squashed and splattered on the floor.
The police were contacted by Jarvy's father. They had no trouble tracing the call as the phone line was still open. When they cut into the line they heard nothing. Some thirty minutes passed before a patrol car was contacted to investigate a possible domestic incident in a quiet well to do suburb on the outskirts of the city.
Forty five minutes had elapsed since Jarvy had answered the phone when Patrolman Joe Kelso walked down the path to a seemingly normal and now quiet house and knocked on the door.
There was no answer so he tried to look into the front window of the house. Shading his eyes from the light, he peered into the front room.
His eyes widened.
He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
He yelled to his partner to call for backup and fell into the garden vomiting.
The Mallens left their office to make their short journey home as Patrolman Kelso was knocking on the door of their home. They were getting into their car when Patrolman Kelso vomited in their garden and were well on theor way home when their office phone started ringing.
They even pulled over to the side of the road to let a number of ambulances speed past on their way to some kind of emergency.
He had reached his car long before the police had arrived. He was a little pissed he had left a lot of good stuff back in the house taking only some bits and pieces.
Trinket stuff, burger and bottle money he called it.
Except for one thing which he knew would be priceless.
What a fucking buzz, man that was intense. Look out tonight he decided, he was so fucking high he was gonna go out an' rage.
He really needed a shower now he thought maybe even a rubdown. Despite not taking much, the job overall had been a blast and then some.
There was no remorse.
In fact, he had enjoyed it.
Man, she had been prime and he bet mummy and daddy didn't know she weren't no virgin. Too bad now if she hadda been cause she definately weren't one now.
He savoured the thought of plunging deeply inside her time and time again until he had lost his load.
He looked down at the messy trophy he held in his hand and was thankful he had finished it with his knife.
He'd think of something to do with it once he cleaned it up and each time he used it, he'd remember what a great fuck she was.
Now they're the memories a man should have.
Priceless.
He was getting sick and tired of listening to the fat, over muscled, loud mouth at the end of the bar.
A simple question to keep it down a bit had led to a verbal disagreement which could have quite easily led to a physical confrontation if it had not been for his telephone page.
When he answered the phone, he had no idea it was going to be her. The sound of her voice surprised him, what she told him left him silent. He listened to her sorrow interrupted plea before simply stating he'd be there shortly.
He hung up the phone and walked over to the bar, ordered a neat Jack Daniels and told the barman to leave the bottle. He shot the drink, picked up the bottle and walked over to his previous antagonist, tapped him on the shoulder, waited for him to turn around then smashed the bottle against the side of his face.
He stared at the crumpled bleeding mess, oblivious to the commotion his action had caused.
This time there would be a real purpose for the violence to return he thought, a god almighty purpose because this time it's very, very personal, then he simply and calmly walked from the bar.
He was not a man of emotion but as he left the coroner's office he found it hard to hold back the tears.
His daughter was dead.
Raped and butchered.
He'd experienced death in many different guises throughout his past but the sight of his own flesh and blood lying there dead and mutilated, her right breast missing as if taken for some kind of trophy, bit deeply inside him destroying his last belief for decency in humanity.
His soul had once been dark, shadowed and conditioned by violence, secrecy and sanctioned vendettas, now, after what he had just seen, just felt and had just lost, that darkness had quickly returned.
There was someone walking around out there who was dead and he was going to find them to show them just how dead they really were.
Mrs Mallen received a phone call.
It was him and as it had always been, his message was short.
No matter how long it took, it would be dealt with.
She remembered later mumbling something about being careful and she could have sworn before the call ended she had heard him say I love you.
He sat and waited patiently.
He had all the time in the world to do just that. Sit and wait. Sooner or later the chance to do what he was here for would present itself and he would take it. Happily.
The man he wanted to see would die then.
He had no qualms about taking this life. It had taken him two years to find him.
Two years and all his savings, not to mention the personal sacrifices along the way.
And the loneliness.
But he thought, he hadn't really been alone. Hatred and revenge had been his constant companions since that fateful phone call.
He closed his eyes and let his mind lapse into the pool of dark memories where he often found the reason for his current existence. He swam through the haze searching for her image, her whole image. The image of her before she was senselessly attack, mutilated then taken from this world.
His world.
But as always, he could not find her.
He only saw what he had seen that last day. He only saw the remains of what had once been a beautiful child. A beautiful girl who could have been destined for greatness, who would have known. Now, no one ever will.
The man he waited for had seen to that.
He had taken the chance to live away from his little girl, taken it forever just as he himself had taken the lives of any link to this bastard's existence.
And now, it was his turn to die.....
