New Guests Part 3

Chapter 231-2

New Guests

Part 3

 

Everyone quickly opened their envelopes and smiled seeing two large bundles of hundred dollar bills. We wanted to share the information we were given, but we were asked not too. To ensure everyone’s safety so if any of us got captured we couldn’t divulge where they were or where they’d be, which was very smart considering the recent events.

I opened mine finding some instructions that were completely different then what I was expecting, it said for me to meet with Stringum before returning home. That I was to pack enough clothes for two days as well as my school books and get into the limo and not too mention to anyone what we would discuss come into the study before leaving for home to pack.

I waited patiently on the couch in the living room watching the fire. Dad too waited with me. He smiled at me as he patted my knee like he too was wondering what the heck was going on, but like me, he couldn’t say anything as we watched everyone leave but us as Sparky sat with me keeping me company allowing me to rub his belly.

Finally, we were invited into the study the moment the High Bishop came home and changed into something a little more comfortable and had a quick bite to eat. I never felt so uncomfortable watching him eating and Dad reading the paper pretending he was fine with the very quiet atmosphere. We were led to the couch as Sparky followed me from behind as Stringum was sorting through some videotapes and writing down numbers as he argued with my friend Jeff. It bothered me that ever since Stringum and Tony could see him and some of my friends how rarely I even saw Jeff. I tried not to look hurt or let it bother me, but it did none the less. It was like he was telling secrets that only they were allowed to hear, and not me.

Jeff gave me a weak smile and took a seat on the arm of the couch; placing two fingers from his right hand over his lips; to keep me from asking him any questions. Stringum finally placed a tape into the VCR in front of us and said. “Alright here we go, we don’t have a lot of time so I’ll get to the point quickly boys. Our next target or I should say you your Dads and your target is Mr. Nester, Marks Dad Samuel if that is his real name. Your friend Jeff tells me it isn’t, he believes it to be Leonard and Marks real name is Daniel, and his brother is Tom but goes by Henry.

“No one knows his boys real last name, according to the State records, they both came for orphanages somewhere in the states, and not from the same ones according to the records Dora has found when she took over the Queen’s positions. We have gathered from Jeff that both sets of parents had been killed by the satanic church and these boys were sent to these orphanages, according to records.

“But according to Jeff they were sold by their parents and purchased a few months later by the fallen Queen who had issued the death of their parents in case they came looking for them. Far as we know they have no other family, but Jeff is asking around to find out for sure, or if they are willing to take them if things go south as it did with Mr. Walter.

“According to our sources, Mr. Nester is not the father of the year, either. He used his connections with Mr. Tate to acquire these boys, and what I gather it isn’t his first time he has done this. We found many boys he has purchased for his own pleasures, and just like Mr. Tate when the boys reach a certain age or outlived their usefulness, or he gets tired of them… they have a way of disappearing. Usually, Mr. Tate takes care of that, we are still looking into how he does it, but as you know many of his rooms in the house are awarded with protection that not even Jeff can break, not without help. I have been in the house myself and I have been unable to unlock the rooms.

“Each of those rooms is locked with some sort of key or password of some kind, and I am not talking the kind you can pick which I have tried and Tony and his team. So far it has been aggravating challenge. Up until now, we haven’t had any luck nor does it appear that Mr. Tate has used those rooms in a very long time. So in the meantime, we are keeping a close eye on those rooms and see if we can find the right combination to unlock them.

“I have gathered from Jeff and my wife Dr. Sars as well as Dora that these types of keys are broken apart with some sort of riddle and once solved we will be unable to unlock them. I have learned from Mr. Tate that certain families have a part of the riddle or the lock piece to unlock the doors. He calls it an escape clause because; they are the ones that have to unlock the doors with their parts of the key. So if he goes down they all go down with him.

“I have the first key from Mr. Walter’s with the help of Jeff and his resourceful friends to where it was hidden and have the location of the second key from Mrs. Henderson’s Kirk's Mom and Kirk's Dad that he had given Kirk which was inside of one of Kirk's models he kept on a shelf in his room. None of them knew about the keys until Jeff told me where to look. So far we can’t see how they fit or how many keys there are for sure. What we can tell there are 6 in total, which means there are four more out there and four more families we need to get them from.

“I have the list from Mr. Tate, but he doesn’t know he had given it to me, nor does he know where the keys are located after I had drugged him. I was hoping his two best friends Mr. Coldwell and Jackson were on the list. But they weren’t which surprised me. The video I am about to show you is a copy of the one we found inside Mr. Tate’s home to implicate his friend Mr. Nester. You will see how sick and twisted Mr. Tate and Mr. Nester are and what you can expect to in counter. Randy and Kirk knew about it, and have been told by their fathers never to speak of it or it could mean their deaths. Both boys’ fathers are dead, and I believe it is because of this tape or ones like them.”

Stringum played the tape and we saw a room with no windows, but a door, with only a mattress on the floor, with no bedding that held two teddy bears on it. With a hidden camera focused on the door and the mattress. The camera panned as the spotlight came on as it showed two old war machine guns against the wall pointing to the bed and small boxes that held them in place as someone tested them as they moved and fired off several shots into the mattress where two large teddy bears sat… In the far corner was a small TV with cable cord going into the wall. Then the door opened as a man came into the room. I had only seen this man only a few times, but he was younger in this picture. He placed two more new large teddy bears on the mattress and moved the old ones to the side.

He was a tall thin man with raven black hair that had very little life in it as it fell into his eyes as if he had just gotten out of the shower. He wore a black beard and mustache that covered his faces and had light blue eyes that held no warmth in them. It was his tallness and his awkward movement that I noticed the most as if he had been injured to cause him a limp. He was shirtless and barefoot and well defined muscularly. He looked to be in his yearly 20 twenties.

Once he had placed the stuffed animals on the bed he then told Mr. Tate to bring the boys into the room. He too looks younger as he pushed the boys into the room covered with a black hood over their heads and fully clothed while Mr. Tate was barefoot and shirtless just like Mr. Nester plus his hair too looked wet. Both boys were wearing clothes that not even a hobo would wear, which reminded me of the clothes my parents had dressed me and my brother in. Holey shoes that were either too big or too small for them, jeans with more holes as well as their shirts that were threadbare. They were filthy as if they had been in kept in a dirty cell of some kind.

One boy had blond hair while the other had red hair, more of dark rust than anything else. The boy with blond hair was no older than 6 and the other boy with red hair was no older than 8. Neither of them looked like brothers, in fact, the one with the red hair I knew as Mark Nester, he was a lot younger in this picture. I had never met the other boy until his would be father came to my house when he picked up Mark, and Mom gave them the grand tour. I didn’t remember his name. Mr. Tate told the boys to watch. Telling them this is what is going to happen to them if they didn’t obey their new Dad. Mr. Nester picked up the remote as the two guns swiveled on their stands and fired on the two teddy bears, filling them full of holes.

The two boys jumped at each round that hit the bears in front of them watching the cotton fly out of them as the bullets made its target, as they both were scared beyond belief. The man that wasn’t Mr. Tate said angrily. “I do mean everything boys. Your new Dad or I will count to ten slowly. If we reach 10…. one or both of you will die. It’s that simple, do what we say and when we say it. You will live and have a very nice life as his two new sons.

“Don’t obey us in everything will result in your death, disobey you your new Dad or me, Mr. Tate and our friends when asked to do something no matter what they ask will result in death. Do you understand me? We paid good money for you and we expect to get what we paid for you. You are ours now and we can do whatever we wish. You know this because you saw your parents sell you to me, Mr. Tate and we both paid dearly for you.”

The boys nodded in agreement and Mr. Tate reloaded the machine guns as Mr. Nester signed for them like they were nothing more than slaves as he handed him a suitcase full of cash as we watched him quickly count it, and handed Mr. Nester a large envelope that contained documents for the boys and left the room as Mr. Nester told the boys to take a seat on the mattress. Telling them not too move off the mattress unless told to.

They both nodded as we watched tears streak down their dirty faces and tremble with fear into the camera and the machine guns that were pointed right at them. Mr. Nester slid into the room two milk crates with a trash liner inside each of them. And closed the door as the spotlight shown on the two boys huddled close together in fear looking at the machine guns and the small room they were being held in.

A voice was soon heard as a man’s voice that sounded like Mr. Nester voice come over the intercom. Telling the boys he was given them their new names, said. “You boy with the red hair will be called Mark, and your new brother with the blond hair Sal. You can call me Dad or sir. For example, if I ask you to do something you will say yes Dad or Yes sir. Do I make myself clear?” The boys both said yes sir. And the voice said. “Very good. I am sorry, for the way your parents were. I promise you if you do what I say you will both have a very good life with me.

“You will be my sons, and no one else’s once you have been trained to obey me and I know I can trust you. You will be able to go outside and play like other boys, and make friends and go to school like normal boys and girls. You will find that I am really a caring father. It will just be us, and your older brothers, which you will also learn to love.

“I will be both your mother and father. I haven’t had much luck finding a good mother. That is willing to put up with me. The last one I had betrayed me and your brothers and left us for another man. I am now going to teach you how to become brothers because from this point on you will be. I know you never saw each other until we took the hood off you, but it was for your protection as much as ours.

“The room you are in is sound proof. You can scream all you want and nobody will hear you; which was one of the reasons, no one heard the gunfire. The other reason is you are in a very remote area and there isn’t a house at least a mile or two away from us. I like my privacy and you are about to learn why. In the crate’s are two plastic liners, they are for your clothes which I will destroy and after you have obeyed my instructions I will present new ones too you.

“They will be yours to keep like all your new clothes, you will be taught to keep them nice, and never have to worry about ever warring rags, or going hungry ever again. You will have a nice home with me and your new brothers, one you can be proud of. It is the least I can do for boys that obey me without question. Yet don’t question if I won’t kill you if you don’t.  I have proved that the guns are real. Now watch the TV as it comes on you will see what happens to boys that have disobeyed me in the past.”

The camera panned towards the TV as it came on atomically and the screen were two boys with hoods over their heads. The gun fired in the background and the boy’s screamed and we couldn’t tell if it was them or the boys on the TV as they fell over dead and blood spilled across the floor. The TV turned off as the boy's face were pure white as tears flowed freely down their faces.

Again the voice came on the speaker and apologized for showing them that, stating it was the only way they would know if it was real or if he was really capable of killing them. Jeff stated it was real and not fake. So that we all knew what Mr. Tate and Mr. Nestor was capable of doing; yet explained that they were both dangerous and unafraid of getting caught. I still have nightmares of watching that happen, many times I had woke up screaming hearing gunfire or thinking it was gunfire. It made the task what I was about to do help take down my next target more real and frightening.