Flashpoint

Flashpoint (III)

Mr. X Revealed

General Warning From: The Author: This story has elements of extreme violence in it. Though there is no one murdered in this chapter. there certainly are in others. This one will wrap up in the following chapter.  Thank you for reading it.

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Daniel Carson was a 23-year-old, was for even as young as he was a worker for the United States Postal Service. He had graduated early, and his parents had signed so he was one of those, rarer than it used to be, he had done one tour in the United States Navy. It had allowed him to apply and get the job at the postal service. It might not be official policy, but the postal service likes people that have military service. It is a marriage that goes back decades.  This was bottom of the barrel; he had met this guy on a dating site, and he was still skeptical. He never would allow you to see his face, just body shots of this stupid black mask he wore. All these elaborate instructions, why not just go through the front fucking door.

He finally found a key, waiting for him that had been labeled Y, and he went on up. This was a nice place, but this guy had better not be one of those weirdos, freaks. He knocked on the door, inserted the keycard and he came into the room. It was not exactly what one would expect, a huge and muscular man sitting naked in the center of the room in a chair wearing that black mask. If he was reporting his age correctly, he was in fantastic shape for it, that dick of his was a serious piece of equipment. Daniel came on into the room but slowly, you had to be careful of someone this size.

Mr. X said, or more hacked out, “I am glad you could make it, why don’t you join me and loose the clothes?”

Daniel could see a pair of handcuffs and ankle cuffs lying on the table beside him and that was no bueno. “Man, look we talked about the bondage thing, that takes like some trust, and that requires time.”

Mr. X stared and said, “Perhaps you would honor me by riding my dick bitch.”

Daniel did like all those muscles and he had a way of just working at you till you did something. So, he took his shoes and clothes off, and got something out of a bag he had brought in with him. He hoped these were big enough. They were Trojan XXL sized condoms. He got down on his knees in front of Mr. X and started to roll the condom onto him. He grinned and leaned down and used his lips to slowly roll it on down, as he also was sucking his dick.

Those dark eyes of Mr. X just watched him as he got it on there, he was motionless except for his eye movements. Once he had it on, Daniel, lubed it up and started to climb on the chair facing the big guy.

Mr. X said, “No, face the other way.”

Daniel thought what the difference is as he turned, Mr. X, in no big hurry added two full squirts of his narcotic to the gel on the condom. Once it warmed to body temperature, it would pass the blood barrier and start on its way to the brain. Two squirts of this stuff were about as much as you wanted to push with it, it was potent. Daniel began to ease back onto the big guy, and it was not easy, but he finally managed it.

Mr. X said, “Stay just as you are and let it sit there for a few minutes, it feels good at first.” In about 10-15 minutes, Daniel was high as a kite. Mr. X gingerly reached over and got the handcuffs and hooked his hands behind his back. He stood him up and bent down and added the ankle cuffs. The condom that had been on him got ripped off and put in the garbage. He grabbed the handcuffs and ankle cuffs and picked Daniel up and threw him on the bed. He liked being on top for leverage, and he fucked Daniel in his drug induced state, some of the people next door were thinking with all that noise it might break the bed.

He did not see it though; he could not see it in this one and he was supposed to have it. That was why when housekeeping came in the next morning, they found Daniel Carson very much alive. He was not in the best of shape; he had been severely strangled and bad contusions were already starting to form. He had required stitching in an area that is always delicate to discuss.  He was left alive, and it wasn’t a mistake.

 

Detectives, Henry Richards, and Chuck Waller had worked the scene where someone had OD’d a sex worker, by apparently by dripping or spraying some kind of hyped-up synthetic opioid that would not cross the skin but would the mucus membranes, (Mouth, Anus, Vagina, Nasal Passages) so this cat had dropped it onto himself for the unsuspecting sex worker would hardly know. They had just got a call from one that may have survived an attack, so he was priority, but clear and present was the meeting with Vincent Miller’s psychiatrist, which had taken no less than possibly making cold fusion work. They had finally gotten a judge to sign the order he was on it was to interview her about the subject’s mental health. For this he really needed to o talk to her.

He entered the room and did sit down with her; he had known her for many years in various capacities. She was getting along in age, probably mid-sixties, she had blond hair which she kept dyed blond and was always immaculately dressed. She was the true personification of a lady, but that did not mean she could not be contradictory from time to time.

Her name was Rachel Ensign, and though the last name looks like the United States Naval rank, the name for people has German origins and pronounced Enzine`. Or very similar to the word enzyme. 

Henry Richards smiled at the elegant lady and offered her a chair from across his desk and had used his cappuccino machine in his office and made himself, Dr. Ensign, and his partner to drink as they talked. He passed them around and they all had a seat. He was sure this would not be easy; she was an absolute stickler for patient/client confidentiality and was their subject’s psychologist. She had eventually been persuaded by the local judge, along with some help from the prosecutor’s office to be, perhaps clear the fog up.

Henry said, “Good morning, Dr. Ensign, we are glad you could join us this morning.”

Rachel Ensign was able to smile warmly and still radiate hostility. “Good morning, gentlemen, I hope that you have both had a pleasant morning. I would like to go on record, officially, for having to be forced to do this. I am not sure I will not consult the APA about.”

Henry tried to hold his temper, “Dr. Ensign, I understand better than most as I hold a degree in psychology now as well. If you start talking to us about what your patient’s say, then how would a patient ever trust a psychologist again. It opens you up to liability, a woman that has practiced psychology, for as long as you have now, you have would know the laws. If you thought your client was a danger to themselves or to someone else, you must report that to us.”

She looked pleasantly and said, “I should think that, say I had a hypothetical patient, that did present certain elements of, say approaching the bizarre, then yes. If, in my judgment he or she constitutes a danger to themselves or someone else. In this case, I am firmly sure I would be right, about any said hypothetical client. It would seem such a hypothetical client existed, and I had treated them for 12 years consecutively. Hasn’t even gotten a parking ticket that I am aware of. A particular patient may speak to me in terms of murder, in the strictly fantasy sense only because they would have a condition where they get arousal, sadistic tendencies and in some instances, what are called lust murders fantasies during sexual intercourse. If he did anything but fantasize about such things, I should think It would literally be raining bodies, and would have for some time. I understand why you would think of such a hypothetical client as a suspect; I am moody at times, I try to be polite but fail, I am getting older so the dual PhDs I hold, well that stuff is a bit fuzzier than I used to be. I am not going to miss something like that.”

Henry asked, “Would you humor me Dr. Ensign, and listen to our guy that works in medical he knows this stuff well, I do not so well?”

She leaned back and still looked the picture of perfect, and unshakable, fortitude, professionalism, and air of superiority. She cracked a sarcastic grin, “Sure, why not, you have already destroyed half a calendar’s day of patients for me. Might as well use the time in its entirety.”

 A moment later, a low-ranking Lt. detective name Harrison came in and introduced himself and took a seat. Before embarking upon a police officer career, he had earned Bachelor's of Science in Registered Nursing and had practices nursing for a few years before he found it was just not for him. Well, the forensics departments are always looking for people with that kind of education and wanted to really do the job. He had hired in and was moving up, he had a file they had to get a warrant to obtain the subject, Vincent Miller’s general medical and oncology report. He leaned on the desk and explained who he was, what he had, how hard it had been for them to obtain them.

He said, “Dr. Ensign were you aware that you patient is suffering from partial lung cancer that has spread to his throat.?”

She looked stunned, “No, I did not. That has never been communicated to me by my patient or his doctors responsible for it. We don’t have any PET scans set up at our psychology practice. By protocol I should have been notified.”

The tech went on, “He is stage 4, and it is metastatic, it has spread to his brain, but he was remained remarkably functional despite this.”

Henry asked Dr. Ensign, “Would that alter what you think any doctor?”
She was stoic for a moment, and said, “I cannot speak to how it would affect him medically directly, I am not an M.D. I do know a great deal of how the brain operates, or at least the way we think it does. If the part of his mind was affected that, call it the bouncer of what we will do when we have an impulse. Then that would be particularly problematic in this individual’s case. If that is even what is happening, do you have him in custody? I mean has he confessed or something, I will help you because he is my patient and I feel responsible here.”

Henry wanted to whip out his service weapon and cap several rounds he was so frustrated. “Somehow, he knew we were coming, he has a great deal of money and many powerful friends. There are those that look upon the people he has killed and would think he has done the city a service. This police department is not one such fucking place! He has hideously killed several already and he shows no signs of stopping. He can hide temporarily, but we will find him. He is going to answer for this.”

He threw down several photos of the various people he had killed thus far onto the desk.

He added, “Because they hardly look like nothing to me, there seems to be images on those, which used to be people!”

Dr. Rachel Ensign looked truly sorry for the first time, “It is not a subtle point and I understand detective, I would not have thought he would go that far. We need a good medical insight to this, one of my associates, Dr. Wendy Tatum, she is a psychiatrist and a neurologist. You know, she had Vincent for a few sessions when the regular psychiatrist was down with Covid. She would be a great asset and with your help I can find him. Be wary detective, he is very smart and well, it will take time, you will have to read notes. The architecture of the way he thinks is impossible for me to explain in a police office.”

Henry was still very patient, “Dr. Ensign, just a quick abridged version please, there are lives at stake here.”

Dr. Ensign was very direct, “I am not going to throw a bunch of psychological terms at you longer than a football field. Vincent Miller fantasizes about killing his partner during sex, he has become aggressive to the point to where it has become neurotic. However, before you start blowing the whistle every time a psychologist or psychiatrist does not call the police because a patient has told them they fantasize about choking their partner during the act of sex. There is a long way between fantasy, and those that act on such terrible impulses. They even choke each other on the internet, and no I don’t know that because I watch pornographic material on purpose. I am just so bad with those fucking tablets, imagine my surprise at times, when I accidentally pull something like that up. He has that fantasy and under normal circumstances, with his good disposition and impervious record, he just acted things out, during sex. Simulated choking, getting his partner to voluntarily hold his head under the water in the bathtub, but never hurt anyone. Think of its kind of like using a crutch to walk. He has mild auditory and visual hallucinations but seems to be able to know they are not there. Not so uncommon, as some people would think. Look, I am a woman but the news about the brain tumor is a kick in the nuts.”

Henry looked at his partner and said, “Now I am betting when we speak with the physiology person, I bet his cancer has hit that part of the brain that would normally stop it at being a game before. This shit his company running that he is traveling for business, soon as the judge says we will see if he is where they say he is. I am getting the feeling this is our guy, and we need to stop him.”

 

Conner Lewis had been out to pick up a six pack of beer and a pizza, and he had not really been paying attention to the black van parked at the end of yard, on the side of the street. It was dark anyway; he was heading into his house and a large Mr. X stepped out of the darkness and wrapped a thin rope around his throat and began to drag him over to towards the van. Conner did not go gently into that good night, he was strong himself, but he was no match for the larger Mr. X, who also used a leverage and weight advantage. Conner had dropped the pizza and the bag with the six pack, and their struggle was taking place mostly over in the dark. The bigger guy finally slid the side door open, and they fell inside, a big hand reached out and pulled one, then the other door closed.

Mr. X had loosened up on the strangling and was letting him get good air for the moment. He reached down and freed his large hard cock.

He told Conner, “If you want to see tomorrow you will pull your pants down, and your underwear. Then take your hand and guide my dick inside of you, and then keep fucking quiet and keep your hands out of my way. They have been combing all over for you since my contact down at the police precinct told me of your miraculous return from the death. I have waited a long time.......”

He tightened the rope down again enough to cut off Conner’s air and held it for a second, then let back up. “To know I was doing that to you again my sweet.” The masked man leaned forward and licked him behind his ear and started to push up inside of him. “You really had me fooled, faking your own death, I had never even considered that. I can take you back home with me where you belong now, you won’t get away from me again.”

He began to fuck Conner roughly from the side in the back of the van and was stingy with the oxygen.

Conner thought to himself, ‘I survived you once motherfucker, let’s just see.’

When he was done he had some chloroform, don’t all creepy people in vans, he had a rag soaked in it, or it sealed up on a container. He took it out and held it over Collin’s face as he was getting off, in a few moments he was unconscious. Mr. X got up and secured him all in handcuffs and chains and strapped him down and covered him with a blanket.

Outside at the corner of Conner Lewis’s house, a black van rumbled to life and drove away, into the night.