THE SECRET OF MANN

By

JEMMIE DALE HILL, Jr.

 

 

Book Three, THE SECRET OF MANN. David Mann is the son of a Native American mother who was mysteriously abducted by an alien spacecraft.  He has an unusual combination human, mammal, and alien DNA.  His countless adventures of learning life and how to cope, not only entertains, it pulls the reader into the story and into the action. This is an intriguing, creditable, and very well written novel.

 

 

 

About The Author

 

Jemmie Dale Hill, Jr. is an author of many talents including professional musician, and architectural designer.  In this outstanding manuscript he gives us a glimpse of a vast, flexible, and boundless imagination.  The author's contemporary style of writing is fast paced, informative, and stimulating.

 

 

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THE SECRET OF MANN

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BOOK THREE

 

 

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THE SECRET OF MANN

By

JEMMIE DALE HILL, Jr.

 

 

INTRODUCTION

 

IN BOOKS ONE and TWO

 

A young Native American girl is mysteriously abducted by an alien spacecraft, and later released. 

When her cruel father realizes she is pregnant, she is forced to flee her home in disgrace. Months later and in the dead of winter, she gives birth to a son. Lacking proper shelter and without food, mother and son seek refuge at the home of Dr. Matthew Mann and his wife Allissa, whom is a nurse. The mother has a small and strange metallic disc similar to a coin.  She asks Allissa to promise to give it to her son when he is older.  Without warning the mother dies.  The doctor and his wife had no children and decided to keep the newborn as their own.  They bury the dead mother in their backyard.

 

They name the child David Mann. He rapidly grows into an intelligent, handsome and gifted young man.  His cells are a combination of human, dolphin, and alien DNA. As he matures, he begins to display miraculous powers.  When he discovers the truth about his origin, he sets out on his own to discover the world he lives in.

 

David is mistakenly identified as a criminal, arrested for robbery, and escapes while in route to the lockup.  He saves the life of a fellow prisoner named Peace, who introduces the youthful David to a life of living large.

 

Life's fast lane for David soon becomes disastrous and his only avenue of escape is to enlist into the US Marine Corps.  David serves heroically in Viet Nam, is severely wounded while saving his comrades in battle, and is flown to a MASH unit for treatment.

 

After a miraculous recovery from his war wounds, David Mann schemes his way back to the United States, on board of a Military Transport plane.  Upon reaching the US he disappears without a trace.  Later he resurfaces as a wealthy entrepreneur playing a major role in the global telecommunications industry.

 

David falls in love, plans to marry, but his future wife is kidnapped for ransom.

 

David turns over day-to-day operations of his mega-telecommunication conglomerate to underlings.  He is consumed with the loss of his fiance and drawing on high-level intelligence sources David pursues the almost imperceptible trail of a rogue intelligence agent, turned extortionist and murderer.

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                           

                                                            

 

 

                                                                                   

 

 

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"CHAPTER TWELVE"

The search for a Coyote

 

As David's private plane finishes its last few moments in flight, it descends quickly as if a giant magnet had suddenly gripped it in its powerful forces. A few feet from the asphalt of the runway, the plane steadied itself until it touched down. The two small tires squelch and jiggle momentarily as they are jerked into action, from the position of floating silent still and motionless, to being violently jerked into action and being pressure spun at over 125 miles an hour in one milli-second.

 Leaving a short, layered patch of the tire's skin etched in its surface. David was preparing for what he was about to do, his muscles begin to tighten and his pulse quickens, a twinge of anger and adrenaline fills his emotional being, thinking of what is yet to come.

David wisely calms his anger though, because he knows that that lone emotion can cause one to make hasty decisions, creating critical mistakes that could get him killed so he quickly suppressed the thoughts. As he disembarked the plane, David looked up shielding his eyes, squinting into the motionless, giant billowy cotton like clouds of a bright blue, beautiful Miami sky. It was a breezy, hot 90' degrees, the wind is warm and moist as he headed quickly into the airport terminal.

 

 

David studied the many passing faces and their varied expression, as he scanned the heard there was only one in particular that he cared to see. That face in the cab, the face of a cold blooded calculating, tanned, face of Kiko's killer. How could he ever forget that face that was now burned into his memory forever, he could see it everywhere as he wandered toward the phone, he was calling to confirm his reservation at the Hotel. In the back of the taxi, David remembered as he unpacked his bags.

He began going over the entire tragic role of events, he relived the last few seconds before the explosion in his mind, again. His last fatal mistake was the momentary lapse in judgment, and it haunted him. Everything had gone wrong leading up to the death of his one and only love. What could he have done differently; one costly mistake was going in the wrong direction. He had lost time. He may have been able to save her if only, if only, if only. "Damn him to hell", David yelled as he punches the hotel bed in frustration.

That face, those steel gray eyes, his curly brown shaggy hair. David began to focus in on detail, the way his body moved when he walked as his pace quickened. The way the long hair bounced up and down on his shoulders. The last vision of him before he disappeared below ground at the subway's entrance was of him smiling that smile. It was painfully plain to see now after the fact, it was truly a big game to him, and he held all the winning cards. It was time to move on now. David picked up the phone book and began a search for boating lessons.

Being such a quick study now that he absorbed what ever he wished to take in as new information would be stored indefinitely and brought into his immediate memory when needed. In three days David passed his test for his US Coastguard boater's license. He was now ready to rent a boat. Once he rented the boat, the first part of his plan to find Kiko's abductor was in place.

"Hello, Henry? David here. I'm here in Miami. Do you have anything else for me?"

"I sure do. David, hold on one sec."

There is a pause as Henry goes to retrieve the file.

"David . . .”

"Yea . . . go ahead Henry. David your perp is definitely one hundred percent without a doubt Ross Ammonette, or as we really know him [the Coyote] Uri Adromovich. This guy has a murky past, but here is what I have on him so far. He left college and that's when he made the leap from petty crime like theft and petty crime t the big leagues where he committed his first kidnapping for money scheme. "He had devised a sinister plot. Uri abducted divorced, or widowed older women in and around Palm Beach. After meeting his first victim on the Internet he talked her into meeting him, when he seduced her. He then kidnapped her, hiding her in a vacant building.

He wired her with a small 'Symtex' bomb. When he received the ransom money from the husband, boyfriend or son for the release of the victim, he gave them a map and a timer."

"Sound familiar?  When the husband went to retrieve his wife from the vacant building the timer ticked down from one minute to six seconds when it exploded. It killed them both instantly and leveled the building, without leaving a speck or trace evidence. There was nothing more than a few minute bone fragments and some twisted bits of jewelry. So far, he has accumulated $32,000,000 million-dollars we know of.  He is an international high roller but he spends his money wisely. He never alerts anyone by spending large amounts, and he doesn't leave a trail. He maintains a conservative life style.

He has bought a used car every month for around $3,000 or $4,000 thousand dollars, and always from private owners advertising in local newspapers. When he moved on, he would leave the vehicle with his girl friend of the moment as a going away present. Evidence indicates he had been taking the names of newborn infants from the 'Neo-Natal Unit' of the local hospital. He was stealing recently deceased people's social security numbers by using local city libraries, and county records in the local courthouse of whatever city he was hiding in at the moment.

 

 

He was almost apprehended a few years back, because he used the name of a twelve-year-old African American girl, while using the social security number of an Ameri-Asian fourteen year old boy who died in a freak car accident. When he tried to cash a check using one or the other numbers, the teller could tell right away he was neither twelve years old nor black.   This near miss of being arrested sent him on the run again.

After his money got low that he committed his second kidnap homicide. This time the location was Vail Colorado. He was soon nicknamed the Coyote after he kidnapped a rich widow and tied her to a chair in an abandoned building. Her family managed to produce the entire $4,000,000 dollars ransom by pooling their assets.

The police refused to let them cooperate with Uri's plan. The woman's young grandson snuck the money out of the house and met with Uri who in turn gave him a map and a timer. When the young man went to retrieve his grandmother, they were both blown to pieces in a humongous explosion that also created an avalanche, killing eleven skiers on the slopes that day.

As he drove a rented car crisscrossing 'North' to 'South' sleeping staying at out of the way motels on his way to New York, he picked up a local paper and he saw your picture on the front page. It was the picture of you and Kiko receiving an award.

 

 

David you are not alone in this. Kiko is the third victim of this sadistic bastard's twisted scheme to maintain a lifestyle in fantasy that now he has grown accustomed.  David he has become bolder in his obsessions for living extravagantly.

Here's the break! He recently purchased an $85,000 dollar black Lotus spots car. Our friend has been spending like a mad man and this is how we were able to track him. He has gotten so bold, he bought a brand new 57 ft. yacht, and paid in advance for two years dock space rental.  Both the yacht and the Lotus have the name 'Daddy's Money' on them.

We also have information he has taken a fancy to the local titty bar scene, and takes four to five strippers on his yacht for weekend romps, and sometimes week long vacations. This guy is supposed to be some kind of sex machine.

Between the money and free drugs he supplies, the local girls of South Beach like him a lot. He seems to have a waiting list of women wanting to go on that weekend trip with him. He has been seen quite a bit in the strip clubs in Fort Lauderdale.

As a matter of fact, he has taken a fancy to spending a lot of money in two clubs in particular. One is called the 'Play Pen.' You might start your hunt there. Look for 'Daddy's Money' personalized plates of a 'Lotus,' and a big yacht with the name.

"Oh and get this," The name, it is painted in real gold chips mixed into the paint.

We fear he won't stop until he is either killed or is caught.

David be very careful of this man, he is extremely dangerous. Don't try and take him by yourself if you do find him. If you get into a confrontation with him you could wind up dead in an instant and he would be off to another location. We don't know how, or when he changes his appearance but he is doing it all three abduction's have revealed a different profile of the killer's appearance. This guy is trained in hand-to-hand combat and silent assassination techniques.  No one has ever gotten close to him without dying. We don't know how he reacts when cornered".

"If you find him, be very, very careful of this man David. Please!

"Thanks for the advise Henry, and don't worry I'm not into the hero business these days, and thanks for your concern. Good-bye Henry I will talk to you in a couple of days.

 

 

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It's 5:00 AM February 15th and Joey's Firebird limped around the corner and managed to make it only a few more blocks before dying totally and coasting to a stop, half parked in the street and half sticking into the oncoming lane of traffic. Smoke and vapor rolls from beneath the hood.

Joey tried in vain to restart the engine, but the starter had also burned out. It wouldn't even make a sound. "FUCK", he suddenly realizes that the show is at 8:00.  Joey shouted as he slammed his hand into the steering wheel.

"Come on we gotta get outa here Syndi, right now."

Joey reached into the back seat and grabbed the briefcase and they both took off sprinting towards the nearest subway station and just barley catch the train as the doors close behind them almost catching Syndi's foot in the electric doors. They both make their way to the back of the car and find two empty hard plastic chairs and plop down and relax exhausted from running nine blocks to catch it. Syndi glanced around at the morning commuters.  Everyone looks so relaxed and calm, when Syndi notices that four cars ahead there is some sort of commotion taking place. A group of thugs who called themselves "The East Side Warlords" five rowdy teens all between sixteen and nineteen years old.

Two Black 'Monk', who had a mouth full of gold caps covering his teeth, and his main side kick 'Payback', who was his muscle and enforcer. One White teen "Wigger," named 'Double G', who was from a nice suburb in Jersey, but liked the life style and wished he, were a real banger. In addition, two Mexican teenagers, 'Po Pimp' and 'Cash Playa' slowly making thru the train car to car and harassing the passengers along the way, and Syndi alerts Joey. However, Joey is in another world thinking about what he has just done and what he is about to do. The access door of the front of the subway car opens and the five teens abruptly enter boisterously and instantly began to harass and tease the passengers.

Syndi slumped a little lower in the seat trying to conceal her self from sight, when one of the group notices her. His nickname is 'Monk' sucks his gold and smiling he makes his way towards her. "OH Shit...” Syndi says. Just then, Joey takes notices the young man approaching. "What’s up girl? You know...If homeboy here ain't takin care of his business, I know I can hit that thang right and glaze the hell out that muffin... know what I'm sayin!”

"You come wit me, and I'll put a big permanent smile on that fine face you got. So, what you think about lettin me push up in that sometime. If you let me get up in it, yo ass will be hollerin my name out loud". The others in the group are busy with an old man. "What's up old school?” 'Double G' says to the old man. When they poked fun at him he stood up to them.

"You young punks don't scare me, you picked the wrong man, you bastards." He says angrily, being a former boxer in his early days he began to swing wildly at the group, telling him they should behave themselves and act like gentleman or he is gonna have to whip all their asses. Syndi just grabbed onto Joey's coat tighter.

"Hey man why don't you just step and leave us alone." Joey says to him.

"OH yeah... "And why don't you just shut the ..Fuck ..Up?” Monk says back seething in anger. "Cause wasn't nobody talking to yo bitch ass no way!"

The group behind ‘Double G’ laughs as the old man of sixty-five years takes the other thugs on and he goes round and round swinging wildly but Cash Playa ducks and dodges every punch. However, when the teen looks away for a split second to join his friends laughing at the old man. He suddenly shocks all of them, when he connects with Double G's chin with his knuckles snapping the disrespectful teens head flicking it in the opposite direction drawing blood on his lip. Suddenly they all grow very quiet, anger and rage fills Double G, his lower lip begins to quiver. He lashes out striking the old man retaliating for his embarrassment. Po' Pimp grabs his coat and shoves the old man onto the skid proof rubber mat that covers the floor. "You lucky I

don't kill yo old dusty ass." "Mutha Fucka so damn old.... Looking like he went to school with Abraham Lincoln.", Double G says as he wipes the blood from his mouth. They all laugh again and leave the old man on the floor in pain from his shoulder making contact with the hard surface. One of the other women commuters rushes to the old man's aid.

"You're brave, but stupid.

 

 

Come on, let me help you.", she says to him assisting him to his feet and into a chair. The group now notice the other member and they all move towards him.

"You know you want some of this, so stop trippin and come on girl".

"Say Monk, what you got goin on over here?"

"This here is my new 'X' wife," he says smiling showing off all his gold caps.

"Come on up here girl, stand up," he says to Syndi demanding.

"Don't be rude, say hi to my friends," He reaches out to stroke her cheek.

"Get. Your. . Filthy. . Fuckin. . Hands. . Off. . Me!" she slaps Monks hand away aggressively. Joey begins to stand to defend her when one of them pushes him back into the seat. 'Sit...Down...or get beat down!” He tells Joey angrily. Then he notices the briefcase that Joey is trying to hide and protect by wedging it between them. "What...the...FUCK!!!...You doin . . .. With my case white boy!" Syndi is suddenly feeling cornered and threatened, suddenly like jolting lightning like energy surges thru her making her strike by violently lashing out and attacks them before they can blink an eye. She jerks free from the thug's tight grip on her biceps.

"I'm warning you, don’t...Touch me again...!” Monk ignores her warning and began to leap at her. Syndi instantly began to defend her self, she began to pummel his face with punches, viscously pounding with incredible force and blinding speed, crushing his nose instantly breaking it splattering blood that sprayed out of his nose. And from him she moved to Payback she step side kicked him in the knee hyper-extending it backwards breaking his leg in a loud 'SNAP...!’ he screamed out loud in horrible pain when it broke, the jagged bone piercing the skin.

Syndi continued her lethal 'Tai-Chi' attack spinning her extended leg and whipping her foot up and thrusting it up hard she kicks Cash Playa and Po' Pimp ruthlessly in the solar plexus and sending them breathless and off balance falling into the seat across the car. He landed hard down onto the rigid plastic chair, fighting desperately t o get his lungs to work so he can take a breath. Then Syndi quickly does a spinning roundhouse kick catching Double G off guard. She whipped her leg outward, extending her heel crunching into his ribs.

Stunning him by connecting with his temple and sending him out of control face first into the glass and slumping into the seat. Double G actually tried to defend himself from Syndi's assault by raising his fists in a vain attempt to try a fight her back.

However, she was just to quick for him, she blocked his three weak punches that he was able to throw, her fists with incredible precise accuracy and astounding whip like speed and power. She completely overwhelmed them with her combat fighting skills. As Po' Pimp started to get up and began to approach Syndi, she reacted quickly spinning and returned his weak attempt of an attack by catching him with a snapping punch to the jaw.

Breaking it into pieces shattering his face on contact, kicking him in the stomach tearing his large intestine and popping his spleen from the contact, making him grab his gut in pain and cry out in pain. Then she reached behind his head and thrust it hard downward and connecting with her knee making him fling backwards and sending the back of his head slamming the into the metal pole, knocking the wind out of him and rendering him unconscious, he slides gently to the floor out cold. When Monk stood up holding his busted nose, he begins to lunge again, in a complete fit of rage, he stretches his arms out wide hoping to just get one hand on her, but the he doesn’t want to risk death so he can have his revenge on the couple another day.

Joey lowers the loaded gun away from the group and grabs Syndi by the hand and they both go out almost as they came in. The subway train leaves the station as the gang press their faces against the window and the ringleader shouts:

"Better watch yo Back . . . White boy".

"You hear me...” Monk screams at Joey pointing his finger like a dagger at them.

"I'm gonna find you . . . and when I do, you one dead Mutha Fucka...”

"You Hear ME?”

As Joey and Syndi escape sprinting up the stairs and back to the safety of the streets. Syndi looks over at him panting and out of breath Joey and is confused at what just happened, asks Joey and he just tells her that she just beat the living shit out of some gang-banger's. The answer does not make any sense to her at all. " Pearl I didn't know you knew any of that Bruce Lee, Jackie Chan shit either.” Joey says to her laughing. Syndi's brow furrowed confused at what he meant. "I didn't either, and I didn't know you carried a gun.”

Syndi's defensive systems were forced to become operational, from now on once a threat is perceived in the defense chips, all forms of hand to hand combat techniques come to her instinctively along with the strength and speed of a man twice her size. She now possessed the agility and flexibility of a gymnast, and the stamina of an Olympic miler, and the punching power of a heavy weight boxer, even for her small frame. She was completely unaware of what she has just done or what she will do or what she is to become. Joey waves his hand in the air and hails a passing cab. After it pulls over to pick them up, Joey directs him to a seedy section of the Lower East Side of New York. Somewhere he did not want to go, but he had no choice at this point. The run down apartment building is his last resort.

A local pimp that Joey had only heard about, he would make the deal with him quickly no questions asked. Give him the cut dope up front, but for a price. He added on an extra five thousand dollars to the Vig. Joey had no choice but to take it. He was late. His Uncle Leo would be killed if he does not make this deal, and the fact that he has already borrowed the money for the tour and the record. He was totally out of option's now. Therefore, off they go Joey with the briefcase.

Looking at his watch he aggress to the deal and grabs one in each hand Syndi holding his arm as the briefcases dangle wildly as they hit the door running to catch the next taxi he sees. He leaped into the middle of traffic with Syndi just a step behind him standing on the curb. Luck would again be on his side coming up behind them and dropping off a fair is a taxi. He practically jumped into the path of the oncoming traffic, dodging cars to get the attention of the driver. As one does see him and it is at the last minute, Joey is in his path. He slammed on the brakes and slides to a stop within inches of his out stretched arm with briefcase in hand and eye's closed.

Syndi slides across the seat right behind Joey as if they were joined at the hip. He quickly rattles off direction's to the driver and then reaches into the briefcase paying him with his Uncle's money handing the driver one-hundred dollars. Joey tells him he is very late and he is a drummer in a soon to be famous rock band. Thinking he had a celebrity in his cab that has just flown in from overseas by the way he is rushing. Joey kept going with his story and said they were late from jet lag and missing the wake up call at his hotel in downtown Manhattan.

That is why they were trying to the concert hall that was across town even if it meant catching a subway. However, they decided to see if they could catch him instead. He then smoothly followed up rambling story by telling the taxi driver. If he can get them to his gig on time, there would be another fifty-dollars in it for him. The driver took off like a shot after hearing that. He must have been doing eighty miles an hour on the open streets, racing through down alley's coming within inches of the brick walls of the short cut.

Some of the moves he made caused Joey to take notice and he nodded his head in approval, thinking the next time he gets into a situation where someone is chasing him he could now show them a thing or two. "This Guy's really good," Joey confesses to Syndi.

He was even picking up a few tips on which were the fastest routes to take to get through town. After about twenty minuets, the driver was pulling them up a dark alley to the back door to the ballroom where the showcase was being held.

As they pulled up Joey could not believe the long line of people that still waiting to get inside the concert, even with eight minuets before Showtime. Joey hopped out and was true to his word, why ruin it now by bring in some bad 'Karma' on himself by not paying the guy and running off if that is what he promised. "Thanks" he said handing him the fifty- dollar bill. "No..... Mr. Thank you. You just made my night, It's my anniversary and I didn't have enough cash to get my wife what I knew she wanted. But this outta cover it." Joey waved to the taxi driver and disappears into the rear entrance of the building dragging Syndi and the briefcase with him. As they step up to gain entrance to the 'VIPS' entrance, a very large muscular bouncer sticks an arm that looks like a chubby thigh its so big.

He extended it out stabbing it into Joey's chest firmly instantly stopping him in his tracks. Suddenly Syndi begins to feel a threat a wave of energy comes over her again, her eyes begin to focus and close for protection. She began fixing them on their target, the throat of the large man. Her systems have already started to analyze the situation and all surroundings perimeters. Pulse, heart and skin temperature of both Joey and the bouncer were all being analyzed at the same time. Nevertheless, the bouncer suddenly notices that it is Joey. "Hey . . .. Man.... where the hell ya been...? Everyone's been lookin all....over for ya..! You guys are on in about five minuets.

Lowering his massive thigh sized arm letting, them pass. "Have a good show man, see ya later!” Syndi's systems begin to slowly shut down from its combat strategies, she relaxed her defensive stance as soon as she realized he was no longer a threat she begins to regain her sense of awareness. She was again suddenly finding her self with a blank spot in her memory, and running with Joey confused. She knows now that something is wrong, she blacked out for a few seconds. The last thing she remembers is that they were approaching the back door and now, they were running down a hallway headed further into darkness. Syndi could hear the sound of a large crowd of people crowded into a large hall, and music blasting from the gigantic sound system.

As Joey enters the back stage area of the building's dressing room areas, the lead singer and the guitar player 'Vivian' verbally jumped all over him cursing wildly. First for missing their most important sound check, the meeting with the record company staff, who came in a few months early to give them one last look before possibly signing the band tonight. They both tore into Joey, berating him for five minuets. However, before they could really get out of hand, Joey put up his arms and telling them.

"Fine... Fire Me.! If you guys wanna fire me, I'll leave right Fuckin now...!” Joey in a rage changes into his clothes, flinging them into the air, not thinking that they weren't going to be that stupid at a time like this.

"But, as we all know... "Joey continues to use logic on the two. "It looks like we do... have a packed house, and just like you said, the record label... is out there. They came here to see somebody. So... What the fuck, are you wimps whining about?  Did you come to jam? Or did you come to bitch."

"I don't know about you... but I haven't waited all my life for this to come down to this and to let it just go over some bullshit.

So if you came here scared looking for a way out of the most important opportunity we've ever had to tear the Fuckin roof off of this cocksucker, then I'll stop right now! Or lets go out there and play, or just say fuck it... right now. And I'll walk out that Fuckin door right now. So it's your call Vivian. What's it gonna be Viv...?"

In his final statement, Joey gets toe to toe with Vivian, the angry lead guitarist. "You gonna rock... or you gonna talk?"

Joey was good at knowing just what to say at the right time. The Manager almost broke the door down trying to enter the locked room. "You're on stage. NOW, what the fuck have you guys been doing in here.” he screams at them. Suddenly he notices Joey has finally showed and he raced over to give him a hug. "Oh my god we thought you got arrested," he said nervously. "Yeah, we had a replacement for you and every thing", the bassist tells him. "I'm just glad you made it man." Vivian just looked at him with disdain and grabbed her guitar and moved to within a few inches of Joey's face purposely bumping into him before heading out the door.

"We will...talk about this later. Fuck . . .. You . . .. Joey.” She shouts back then leaves slamming the door behind her.

They walk out into the hallway leaving Joey to get dressed. As soon as everyone has cleared, the room Joey begins ripping at his clothes frantically.

 

 Syndi tried to help him by getting his stage clothes ready by holding them so he could just slide into them.

Nevertheless, before they both exit the room Joey searches for a good hiding place. Placing the briefcase under his clothes Joey knows how Vivian is. She has X-ray vision when it comes to drugs. The show went off without a hitch, over two hours of none stop intensity, they were incredible, the crowd loved them, and the label was ready to put them under contract.

In addition, the manager received a handshake deal after the show. That is all the shot in the arm they needed.

Both Joey and Vivian Played their instruments with total aggressive abandon. Anger and emotional frustration played a major role in their performance. Tonight they had just the right mixture of both. It made the concert exciting to watch and they both were trying to out do one another, casting off an Infectious energy that filled the entire concert hall with raw excitement. After the shows last cord died out, the crowd jumped to their feet chanting and cheering the bands name, it was deafening. They were brought back to the stage by the shouts of, "One more...one more...!” After the three song encore was finally done and the lights dimmed down, leaving both the band and the audience in a surging sweating exhausted euphoria. Moreover, panting exhorted state.

The background music began to rise in volume creeping slowly into the speakers letting every know that the shows defining moment had indeed come to it's frenzied conclusion. Bringing only a few scattering boo's from some drunks in the crowd for not playing longer. Nevertheless, for the most part the entire audience felt as though that had gotten their money's worth and then some.

As the band exited the stage, a massive throng of well-wishers, friends and new fans greeted them alike.

The whole scene played as if they were shooting a slow still motion picture as they were greeted with handshakes and pats on the back all the way to the dressing room. With the band, exiting frame by frame tired out of breath panting and coated in sweat. To tired to even wipe them. Every couple of steps the huddling mass of backstage guests continued to grow. Following 'Tuesday's Child' towards their final destination, the party in the dressing room where all the cold drinks and the rest of the deli trays with whatever leftover food would be finished off by the now starved group.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"CHAPTER THIRTEEN"

ODIRUS DUM METU -ANT

 (Let Them Hate, So Long As They Fear)

 

'Vivian' {The outrageous lead guitar player of the band "Tuesday's Child" resembled a young "Jimmy Page" in huge sound, attitude and looks. Even though Vivian was female, she played guitar like no other man anywhere on the East coast or West. Not one male guitarist compared to her forceful tonal quality, t hat she alone was able to achieve from her self designed customized equipment. She loved everything about "Led Zeppelin" and always practiced in front of a mirror trying to mimic Jimmy's standing pose style on stage. Many male critics hated her because she was to good and gave her bad reviews. Nevertheless, the rest of her fans absolutely adored her and flocked to see her in droves. Vivian was also a know Bisexual within the underground music scenes after parties.

She appreciated the company of both men, and women and an occasional transsexual, and sometimes together. She had groupies that lined up to meet her after shows of both sexes. She perfected her look and sound that she was almost an exact clone of young boyish "Page". Her long brown hair that fell neatly into curly locks, and cute pixie like face that would always wind up matted to her cheeks from the sweat at the end of each performance.

Her shirt would also become plastered with wetness and depending on her shirt, she always preformed braless, her nipples would by the end of the show, stood erect and in perfect view of everyone. Because of the pure raw rhythmic energy that she and Joey unleashed tonight, they were on their way to their dream of the success they had been hoping to achieve after hours and hours of long rehearsals, late nights, long days at work and many miles driving. Also, one too many nights of playing to no one, and not being paid, but the way they performed tonight, guaranteed them a recording contract.

Vivian was the lucky one to slide thru the mass first and get back to the room before anyone else ahead of the crowd that would soon follow. Vivian began to practically rip the soaking wet shirt from her back and quickly began to change out of her drenched clothes. She tossed the torn wet rag of a shirt across the room, and was about to escape the dripping sauna like confines of her skin-tight black leather pants. However, when she went to retrieve a dry pair of blue jeans, she noticed the lone briefcase that was sticking out from underneath a pile of Joey's clothes in the corner.

Quickly sneaking over to it, she grabbed the briefcase and began looking around checking if any one was coming. Vivian opened it revealing money and a baggie full of dope on the inside. She decides quickly to sneak a little taste of the power, she figured Joey would not mind; besides, they were band mates and he probably had this for the celebration any way. Vivian began to close the case only after first taking a small sample from the bag.

She pressed the tiny gold locks on the case until they clicked shut. Vivian returned the case to its original position just in time. The big crowd was beginning to force their way into the tiny room. It instantly became so tight from the crush of the gathering. The rest of the group figured they would just wait for a few of their guests to leave before even thinking about changing.

As the partying got into full swing and the accolades flew about the room of how good the performance of all of the musicians was by the record staff. Vivian found a young tattooed girl in a thin sheer black nylon see thru dress that showed her incredible curvy figure. She found Vivian interesting as well, and asked her if she liked to see if they could find a quieter place to talk. Vivian asked her new girlie friend it she liked to ride the white pony with her...? Therefore, they made their way out and found seclusion in the girl’s bathroom.

Vivian with her new girlfriend in hand, found and empty stall, locking it and closing it for their privacy. Two stalls over from them, another excited couple had followed their lead and quickly ducked into the bathroom, and found a stall for themselves.

Instantly they both fell into each other's arms and began to kiss passionately groping each other furiously. Soon they were both naked and began to have sex. "You guys were great tonight, and I think you are so. Hot, my name is Kandy." Vivian's new girl friend cooed giggling. She continued on very vocal in her appreciation of being so lucky. Vivian kissed her softly to make her be quiet.

Once she calmed down Vivian began to fix the heroin, exciting Kandy again. Vivian being the old pro at fixing drugs has her hit ready and resting in the heating spoon. The heroin disappeared quickly, melting into a bubbling brown liquid. Vivian jabbed the needle into the cotton ball that she dropped into the spoon. Drawing back the plunger filling the needles chamber Vivian smiled a wicked smile. She knew that soon she would once again chase 'Alice' back down the rabbit hole and return to 'Wonderland'. The blood from the vein began to mix with the brown fluid inside the chamber of the needle. At first forming a swirling red cloud as it rushed upwards into the syringe, she slowly continued to pull back the plunger drawing the rest of the melted heroin up the needle until it was gone.

However, waiting a few seconds to make sure that it was completely combined and ready to inject. As she pressed the plunger on the syringe getting all the air out of the chamber, she stuck the needle into a thick pulsing vein, sending the mixed fluid racing on its way to her brain. Vivian's new friend Kandy was busy gently rubbing herself between her thighs massaging her clit, she was getting turned on from hearing the sounds of the couple next to them. As the effects of the drug were beginning to take over Vivian, she began to smile and her blinks were slowing down to near nothing. She was unaware that her new friend had quietly lowered her pants, and they were now down around her ankles.

Vivian was like warm wax in her hands, she was trying desperately to get her aroused and wet, in hopes of making love in the stall like the noisy couple next to them. They both began to moan aloud, Vivian was mumbling incoherently because the heroin was good and taking effect, and Kandy was busy between her legs searching for Vivian's clit ring piercing. They both were getting what each of them wanted and were in a sea of ecstasy, at that moment Vivian cared nothing about sex but let the girl enjoy the moment to her hearts content anyway. The couple in the stall thinking that they were some how being upstaged listening at the show that they hear but could not see. Nevertheless, just imagining watching, made them even more excited. The intensity of the whole scene was extreme.

The harder Kandy licked and sucked and moaned on Vivian's pussy, the louder the other couple got, the combination of sounds in the bathroom and sensations were making them all moan. The unknown couple was furiously humping each other wildly in mad fits of rage and passionate thrusting. The sweaty pumping began to increase at a frantic pace behind the creaking metal stall doors. All were about to explode into dueling orgasms. The sounds in the room were very loud and sensual. As Kandy rocked back and forth on her knees, she rubbed between her own legs almost loosing her balance and falling into the metal stall walls when she came. However, because she had drank so much beer during the show, and got so excited being with Vivian that she has forgotten to pee first.

She informs Vivian while shuffling side to side on her knees. Nevertheless, Vivian is now so high she cannot move.

Therefore, her Kandy grabs her by the shoulders and was struggling to slide her farther back onto the toilet. Just as Vivian plopped down back onto the seat, she began trying to fix her new girlfriend a hit of this kick ass shit. Vivian looked at Kandy strangely as she shifts from side to side trying to press her urethra and bladder closed for just a few more seconds. Vivian knows the movement well and just tells her she can't move, "Go ahead, just go ahead, aim and pee between my legs,” she says. As Vivian spread her legs wide, Kandy's bladder is so full it is beginning to hurt, as she tenses her muscles and closes her eye's trying to concentrate on squeezing her 'Kagal' muscles.

She is not wearing any underwear so she just lifts the short skin tight black nylon dress, wiggling it up past her waist.

Straddling the toilet with both legs spread wide and Vivian's legs are spread and fall limp to each side. Kandy closed her eyes and relaxed. She let forth a large and powerful stream of hot hissing piss. "OOHHH" she cooed at the sensation of relieving a full bladder, she did not have the best of aim because of that one two many beers, the pee began missing it's target and splashed, bouncing loudly all over Vivian's upper thigh's and midsection. Vivian was getting soaked, she was wet from her belly button to her knees, and she could care less.

Although she was trying her best, very little of the streaming liquid actually made it into the bowl itself, because of the girls staggering movement, and her bad aim. It sure made Kandy even more excited and as she looked down into Vivian's face. She was ready for her turn.

However, when she looked at Vivian again she instantly knew something was terribly wrong. She was beginning to twitch and convulse, flailing her arms wildly until she finally stopped moving. White foaming saliva starts to roll down the sides of Vivian's mouth, falling from her chin to the floor. "Fuck... This Bitch is starting to overdose on me. I gotta get the fuck outa here.", she thinks. As Kandy pulls down her dress and pats it into place, she checks to see if anyone will see her and when she decides the coast is clear she quickly heads for the hallway in a rush, leaving Vivian in the bathroom dying. The other couple have just finishing their love rendezvous.

Holding one another unaware that in the stall they heard the moans coming from, the silence in the next stall is still occupied.

Vivian is overdosing on pure 'Heroin', no one can save her now she is slowly dying. Joey finally found his opportunity to change out of his wet clothes. While changing his pants, he looks over sees that something it not right. Someone has repositioned his briefcase.

Right away, he has a suspect, making him search for his briefcase. When his suspicions were proved to be correct Joey became very angry, tossing whatever he got his hands against the walls. As he begins panning the room looking for his usual and first suspect his guitar player.

"Where.... The.... Fuck...Is....Vivian. I'll kill that slut when I find her." Joey shouts in a rage as he hastily makes his way through the crowded room in search of the thief, Joey knows her habit's all to well. "She is hiding somewhere getting high.

Probably in the can, with some new toy." Said the bass player slurring his words and about to pass out. He is so drunk he is barely able to eek out that sentence. Joey bulldozed his way, pushing thru the crowded room, shoving the drunk, huddle mass of people out of his way. Down the now crowded hallway all the way to the to the bathroom, there are couples in the boys side making out.

Nevertheless, Joey knows that Vivian will go just about any place to have a quickie.

Just as the couple from the last stall in the girls, room finishes dressing and exits. As they do, Joey stops them for a second and asks them have they seen Vivian, the lead guitar player of the band. They tell him that they did not see anyone. They came in, shared the bathroom with another couple while they both had sex. In addition, that it was an intense experience for them to know that that may be her having sex the same time that they were and could hear each other. "Dude . . . . .".

"You...rock...”

"That was an intense experience, and it was way too cool." He said as he French kissed his girl one more time before they continued on through the crowd. "Hey.... great show man... I just had to tell you that...!" He shouts as Joey disappears into the girl’s bathroom to continue his search. Joey knows Vivian is hiding from him, high as hell. So totally upset Joey starts to banging on the metal doors, the echo reverberates off the tile walls and metal stalls.

One by one Joey begins slamming them open starting with stall one, searching for her, completely enraged. When Joey opens the third stall he finds her, Vivian is slumped to one side sitting on the toilet almost naked. Her legs spread, her pants down around her ankles. Her head is leaned resting on the metal stall wall at an awkward angle; her eye's were wide open and a whitish-red foamy bloody saliva is oozing from her lips in thick clumps and rolling down her face. White Foam and a mounting red streaked swirl cloud like puddle on the gray tile floor beneath her head. As he backs from the stall slowly in shock revulsion and fear, he curiously sniffs the air. He looks down and sees her shoes still twitching as her life electrical impulses leave her. She is strangely saturated with urine and is not moving a muscle.

Joey flings the door open banging it against the outside metal wall of the stall walls loudly. He was so ready to confront her, ready to kick her ass for stealing from him, and now death has cheated him of that chance. He knows that she is dead from hi s dope, by the way, it looks from a large pure heroin overdose, and there will be lots and many questions.

"Shit...Vivian...!" Joey screams in a fit of rage and frustration, he knows his chance of recording a record and going on tour just died with Vivian. And it's sitting in a bathroom stall dead, and covered in Pee. Joey immediately bolts from the bathroom shaking in fear of what might happen next.

After touching her pulse less jugular on her neck, he almost got sick at the sight. Fear griped his throat in a vice like hold, choking the air from his lungs. He franticly raced for the exit, and down the hallway and out to the alley where he vomits on the spot. Wiping his mouth, he rushes back inside to get Syndi and the case. He is shoving, banging, and bumping into every other person on the way back in. "Excuse Me.... Sorry...!" he says, as he fights to force thru the drunk stragglers who are determined to stay until the very end. As Joey finally reaches the backstage area, Syndi sensed some thing was wrong by the look on his face the second he stepped through the door.

He pushed his way through the people that have gone from standing to stretching out in all angles across the floor. Reaching over he grabs Syndi by the arm. "Come on Pearl we gotta get the fuck outta here." She didn't utter a word, just followed him towards the exit. From his pale blank expression and the look of fear in his eye, Syndi knew that there was something terribly wrong. When they reached the entrance to the outside he told her. He had just found Vivian dead, slumped over the toilet in the girls’ bathroom with her pants down and around her ankles, and a syringe still dangling from her arm. Free of the concert hall, Joey once again leaps out into oncoming traffic to stop a taxi. Joey was in deep, but he had no idea. It was about to get even deeper.

 

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