Flashpoint

Flashpoint

Chapter 1

Warning to the readers, this story contains acts of extreme violence in it as it is more a slasher type, murder mystery. These events are completely fictional and never took place in any way shape form or fashion.  The author is not a monster that sits around fantasizing about killing people of having someone do so to them. We all like a good slasher movie, and a mystery to boot. I am going to try to provide that to you and hope it goes over well. Some other things in the story are that when a murderer is in operation, there tends to be come coercion.  Again, I tis simply for the effect of the story and does not reflect any of the authors personal feelings.  Be well.

 

 

Nashville, TN was well known around the country, their crazy football fans, and several other things that most people associated with it. It was 2:02 A.M. when the big man came into the entrance, but it was a Saturday night. The ER of Vanderbilt hospital was typically busy most of the time. So, no one noticed him as he walked quickly through the doors hooded. Whomever he as, and we shall call him Mr. X to make it simple. He did not come to the hospital for treatment, well not the traditional sort, what he needed was a different sort of therapy. It was meticulous work to plan it and do it correctly and not get caught. That is what he had read, and Mr. X. might be a walking ball of muscle, but he is also very intelligent. This would be the first time he had planned to go this far, and he was excited. There would be outrage in the community about it, he hardly cared and got in the spot he needed to be in. Mr. X was not here for good intentions and his tall muscular body, and identity was somewhat protected by a full Covid 19 mask with a face shield. When the time was right, he approached the locked door, that only staff could get into and followed someone else inside it. He was not here for the best of reasons.

Lt. Detective Henry Richards who was also had enough years in, was just taking his morning jog. They were in the great state of Tennessee, and he worked for the TBI’s major homicide division, and abnormal psychological murders or extreme murders with a strong sexual element to it. He had some impressive credentials; he had graduated Suma Cum Laude on a full scholarship from Vanderbilt university, and attained a master’s degree in criminal science, with an emphasis on abnormal psychology. He was a trained profiler and worked with a partner named Chuck Waller.  As he jogged to get into better shape, he could have no way of knowing, what was taking place in the lowest levels, of the unused and mostly left alone deepest area at the Vanderbilt University Hospital’s basement.

Mr. X had found a good place to work, and over the course of a couple weeks. Did not want to be in every day, the ideal was to be average. He had found the perfect place, then he had started going around the hospital and find what he was looking for. He was not sure if he was in the mood to start with a man or a woman, each had their advantages. He had decided to stay with gay men, as they were more durable and able to take more of what he planned to dish out to them.

Nurse Michael Wilson was tired, he was coming off working a twelve-hour shift and everything, but phenomena seen in the movie, “The Exorcist,” had seemed to have happened this evening. He wanted to go home, pour himself a small amount of Chivas and soak in a hot tub. He had gone down to the male nurse’s locker room and had the oddest sensation. It had been empty and quiet down here and he looked around and did not see anyone. He looked both ways, and nothing, he just must really be getting tired. He went back to writing up his daily report and could not see as a big man wearing a lab coat, silently slipped up behind him. Michael had no ideal he was anywhere around, till he dropped the rope over his throat and pulled steadily back towards himself.

There are movies such as, “Atomic Blond, Kill Bill,” those types where the well-trained hero or heroine would use their amazing martial arts fighting ability to escape this. In the real world when a huge muscular man, as this one was, comes up from behind you, and just starts choking you, with a thin piece of rope, and your air is immediately cut off a person panics and tries to flee. The only exception would be for those that were expertly trained, such as special forces, or intelligence agents…. etc.  Now, Mr. X was easily powerful enough to hold his first, without much difficulty. He even thrilled that during the small struggle, that Michael Wilson had bumped his head into Mr. X’s huge throbbing cock through his pants as he did this awful thing. He was not pulling with all his might, goodness no, it would crush his throat and he was not ready for him to die yet. After a few moments of the struggle that was not much of a struggle, he passed out and he took the rope from around his neck.

He took him and strapped him into a wheelchair, and belted him in. He easily handled the smaller man. Just to make certain, they would get through the mess out in the hall, he got his rope out again and added a bit to his being unconscious. This was a bit different, but it had been kind of apparent it was going to get this way at some time or another. As soon as he became 18, he had always been physical. He also was able to make certain moral compromises. He had learned as soon as he became sexually active at 18, guys would let you tie them up. If one did a little judicious application with a rope from behind, they are soon bending and getting in that position you wanted them in. Get them nice and quiet and comfy for you. He went ahead and put it away again and covered him up good with a blanket and partially obscured his face with a pillow he had sat his head on. He then looked like any other orderly, wheeling a patient down. So, some got taken to X-Ray, some to get bloodwork or having medications. He got wheeled down to the workplace in the lowest basement he had prepared for him.

Mr. X was such a wonderful human being that as soon as he was 18, it had not been three days before he had started to train a new roommate to scratch those itches. His name had been Conner Lawson and he had taught Mr. X a ton about how to absolutely control someone if they know you will not think twice about strangling the shit out him and routinely tell them it is eventually how you were going to kill them. It had been a sweet deal, he had been a virgin, Mr. X had eventually even installed a pulley in their room on the ceiling. The big man would routinely overpower him, tie his hands behind his back and his ankles together and gag him good. He would sit there sometimes on the weekends and spend all day lifting him off the floor and letting him hang for minutes at a time He would use this to frequently tie him up and Spend night after night holding them close, torturing them by controlled strangulation, as he fucked Conner. It is all Conner Lewis had to look forward to every night, so one day Mr. X had come home to the dorm, and it was full of police. He was told that Conner had overdosed on Xanax the night before and it did not appear as if he done it accidentally.

Close to 48-hour later.

Henry was standing at the bottom of the basement, where Mr. X’s workplace had been and someone had found the poor Nurse, who had been left, tied very elaborately and had been found dead. He was now reading the fast coroner’s report, they try to get on these fast as this one was bad.

He said to his partner, detective first grade, Chuck Waller. “That just does not want to stick in my mind, do you mind repeating that?”

He was a big solid guy too, not nearly the size and musculature of Mr. X but when they had to go hands on at work, he did more than his part.

He felt sick, how anyone would be capable of doing such things, but now it was time for some fucking justice. He looked at the now covered body of the nurse and thought, ‘Sorry, man, the world sucks, and we are on the job.’

It made him sick to talk about this stuff, “Preliminary reports, the subject used some sort of instrument, sexual in nature, probably a dildo I guess, who fucking knows. But once he got him down, he had some time to work. It would have been painful, the motherfucker. We were unable to recover fluids or much to make a good DNA sample to match with, I am sure that is the case. However, the coroner thinks there is a good chance he ejaculated into his mouth. He believes he is so good we cannot catch him. He was careful and very methodical, the level of how clean he was able to be so invasive during the crime but then leaves virtually nothing at the crime scene. Oh, except massive amounts of DNA Well for anything that is useful for us to use, unless he pops up on a DNA database. This kind of one of those weird monsters I have always told you was going to breeze through here.”

“Henry was steady as the Rock of Gibraltar, and he placed his hand on her partner’s shoulder. “Hey, just run through it, we have seen most, I don’t expect this will be much different. He looked again at the covered body, “Poor soul.”

Chuck said, “They have some good guesses, but nothing is official till Basses’ people at UT say so. If what they think is true, we are going to have our hands full. They think he took an inordinate amount of time using the instrument and for what they think the time interval might have been, it would have made him rather uncomfortable. That is when they think he first, in some way, got the victim to fellate him, and then took the equal time having anal sex with the victim. Now keep in mind, he would have already been quite uncomfortable. Impossible to say how long that took. We know at some point he walked in behind him, as she was cuffed, as if that would have mattered. Employed his rope or wire or whatever it is, and this poor, he flipped through his notebook. His name was nurse Michael Wilson, and we have found a boyfriend and are notifying him.”

Detective Henry said, “I will want to speak to that gentleman, and we can do it here or he can come down to the station. Start the process of getting the film from the hospital cameras, and yes, they will hurl the holy grail, HIPPA. Just remind them this is a public building, there is not an expectation of privacy leaving it or entering it. Plus give us the tapes or Judge Carson will put them in jail overnight for obstructing justice. I want a team on the footage to work with some of their security to go through that footage. Don’t know what you are looking for? Aliens or something but if anything sticks out, even if it doesn’t pan out, you know the faster we move the better our odds. I will start checking off the next of kin and friends, shake some trees. We will figure out who they are and split them up. Sweep this area till you think you have gotten everything, then sweep it again.”

He cut him off as he handed over a fresh cup of coffee, “I have done everything a first-grade detective should be doing. I know you are the heavy hitter Henry, but we are interviewing everyone, getting that list of friends and family together. The boyfriend is on his way. So, take it easy, we are a team here man.”

He would rest when the sick son of a bitch that had done this was apprehended and removed from the streets before they could do it again.

One week later, different by one minute at the town’s civic center, Johnny Thompson was getting a late work out in with a swim. He was a small Asian guy; he was about 5’7” and weighed about 142 pounds. He was normally not out here this late, but this had always been a safe town. Even for a gay guy like him, most everyone was cool, there were never any problems. Standing in the shower, he suddenly got that weird feeling like someone was watching him. He did not believe in all that psychic shit, but this was a creepy, crawly feeling. He looked around and did not see anyone.

“Hello?”

The only answer he got was silence, so he shook it off and finished what he was doing. He had the darkish skin and was in good shape for his size. He was climbing out of the pool via one of the ladders the end of the pool. As he reached for the top rung, a big hand grabbed his arm and snapped a handcuff on his wrist. He of course was surprised and looked and the person that had done it was a big guy. Big enough he lifted Johnny off his feet by the one cuff and put him on the concrete side and clicked the other cuff behind his hands. In case there were any cameras, Mr. X had a plain black mask on, which covered everything but a small portion of his eyes, but it was still chilling to be cuffed like that, and the mask did not help, Johnny was worried. The big man took him to a poll and handcuffed his hands around it.

Thinking of what he had planned for this little oriental guy, excited him a great deal and he felt himself stirring. He had locked the inside of the door to this area, and no one had seen him come in.

Johnny said, with as much bravado as he could muster, “What is this all about, and why have you handcuffed me.”

The hooded figure sort of whispered loudly and said, “I am just doing as it should be, you are a cocksucker, and I am going to treat you like one. I have just managed some privacy for us, Johnny Thompson.”

Johnny said, “If this is some sort of prank it is not funny.”

The masked figure just stared, then finally a big hand came down and freed up a big, 7” penis. It was already starting to get hard, and it looked serious.

The mask said, “I have been following you around some Johnny, and you have been chosen. I watched last Saturday night as you came out of that club and blew the guy in the parking lot behind the dumpster. I was standing there with night vision goggles on, I could have reached out and touched you. I want you to do the same thing for me, and you will, or I will motivate you to do so.”

Johnny was shocked this was happening here and was kind of in a rabbit like mode but nowhere to go. “Look man, I will make a deal with you, you want your dick sucked? Promise not to hurt me and I will take care of it for you.”

The mask grabbed his shoulders and shoved him down, “I don’t make deals, suck my fucking dick you little cocksucker.”

Johnny began to suck the big man’s dick and it was a deal to contend with. It took a bit of time and some work, but the big guy finally started filling his mouth full of his cum.

“Yeah cocksucker, swallow it down okay you can stop.” The big, masked guy stood over the top of Johnny and reached down and unhooked one of his handcuffs. He pulled him over to the side of the pool where he had climbed out and the big guy picked him up and they both went in. Johnny was not expecting it, so it disoriented him, and Mr. X took the opportunity to do what he had planned to when he trapped Johnny Thompson back here. Johnny did not realize what was happening till it was too late, the big guy had pulled him to the bottom of the pool ladder and snapped the free handcuff to it firmly. Then he kicked away and floated near the surface to watch.

Johnny knew this was it, he had been handcuffed under the water, that ladder looked very solid and the hardon the big guy was already getting again as he could take breaths from the top and watch; did not indicate to Johnny he was going to be just trying to scare him. Mr. X floated there as he could breath at will and waited, as he watched the handsome little guy he had cuffed. He struggled a great deal to free himself to no avail. Mr. X enjoyed watching him try to escape something, he simply could not do. He was gently stroking himself and knew how much power he had just exercised over another person.

Johnny looked at the crazy bastard as he played with himself. Life, what a fucking gyp, the last thing he sees as a young man is some muscled up pervert that is playing with himself as he drowns me.

 

Lead Detective Henry Richards looked down upon Johnny as well, but he was still down in the pool handcuffed to the ladder. A diver was down there now collecting any evidence, this one was brazened for sure. This crime was textbook in about fifty different ways. Forcing a smaller victim, which Henry knew, he dreaded telling his dad. He had forced the smaller victim to perform some sexual act he was sure, they would find. Then he had handcuffed him to the bottom of the pool ladder and probably floated right there, and watched the light flicker out of this poor young man’s eyes. This was nothing more than a demonstration of power of on individual over another, but this sick fuck, was playing for keeps. He had struck twice very quickly; it was time to get a task force running and start checking for connections with victim number one. He really doubted there would be one. A bottle skidded down the way, and he could not help but reflexively reach for his service weapon.

“Only me chief,” it was his partner, Chuck Waller. “Now why in the world would anyone possibly wanted to hurt this kid for? I am looking forward to busting this one. He is a real power junky, isn’t he?

Henry said, “He is moving fast, and you will not hear a certified profiler say this often.”

“What’s that.”

“Whoever put that poor kid down there is crazy as a shit house rat. I don’t get that connection, not really?”

Chuck was curious, “What connection?”

He said, "These are very violent and painful deaths, that would indicate anger, maybe. But he does do all this elaborate power trip stuff, it excites him. This one is not as young as the victims; I would say late middle aged.  Let’s finish up here and get the task force rolling.”

Chuck said, “Sure thing, boss.”

Henry thought, ‘You are a sick bastard, but every path you get on, when you first killed, will always bring your right to me. I will be waiting for you every time.”

 

End Chapter 1