Finding Death Part 3

Chapter 274-2

Finding Death

Part 3

 

None of us were sure how long we had, and even though I hated the idea of dressing up like a little girl. I had to admit that I was curious to see what Mr. Striker had in mind. Then again I also prayed that none of my friends or family saw me. That, however, most likely would happen considering everything in this room was being recorded. There was nothing I could do but put it on, as they snickered, including Mr. Holliman as he left the room leaving me in charge.

I wasn’t surprised by the fact that the dress was custom made to fit me, even though it was a little bit big.  Instead of letting the boys know how I truly felt, I played the role I was given as we all laughed as I curtsied and flung my hair back like a girl would and moved my hips pretending to walk like my sister Susan would with her nose high in the air, and giving little girlish giggles. I was just putting on my red lipstick remembering how my adoptive sisters did it having to do it three times until I was satisfied adding a little blush to my cheeks.

I looked more like a clown I thought looking in the mirror as Mr. Holliman came rushing back into the room; telling us that Mr. Striker is on his way back up. Mr. Holliman quickly put in a videotape and told Larry and Colby to do him orally and Ben and Brandon get on the floor and pretend they were watching the video. I didn’t say anything as I sat in the other chair noticing he had grabbed the tape that was showing the premiere of Tangled Hearts. Within a matter of minutes Mr. Striker came into the room, he looked pissed, but the moment he saw me, he smiled.

Then growled, angrily that he would have to do this another time. That he has business he must attend too, that it can’t wait until morning. Mr. Holliman asked if he could help in any way. He looked him rubbing his chin and said. “No. it’s just a small speed bump, we are missing a few of our members, and I need their votes to remove Mr. Tate. I can’t tell you more, because you are not a member of our little club as of yet and won’t be until the other members vote you in.

“Right now we are doing a background check on you and everything so far says you are a man we need, but without enough people here to make the final vote. You can’t take the sacred vows. However, we are holding a meeting the second our other members arrive by chopper since the roads will be closed for at least a couple more hours.

“When that happens we will convene in the library it’s my job to make sure everything is ready when they get here. Being as I am the next in line to take Mr. Tate’s place and have proven myself a worthy member of our little club. That gives me a little over an hour providing the weather holds and it should; now that storm has died down. Damn Mr. Tate and this damn weather making my life a living hell. However, once those members arrive with the votes we need to bring you and Mr. Carrion and Mr. Vincent into the fold. It’s just a matter of swearing in your vows.

“Then once that is done we can discuss the removal of Mr. Tate. Then we have a big party and lots of sex, as I take the throne as our new king and the mantle of leadership. Then our work truly begins as you will meet not only our 12 kings but our true master, giving him your vows and sacred offering to him.

I was going to offer Colby’s life to him, but since I have his brother, who I am having brought here personally once Mr. Tate is removed allowing me to enter the sacred chamber. Which is why I allowed you too buy Colby; being as he too old according to our laws. The sacrificial lamb must be no older then 8 Colby is 12 and his brother has just turned 7 and according to you, Larry is 6 so you could use him as your sacrifice.

“Mr. Vincent and Mr. Carrion both have boys that they can give to our master. And once you have done so he will bless your lives tenfold. He only requires one sacrifice every 5 years.” Mr. Striker blinked. Realizing what he just told us and didn’t understand why.

Mr. Holliman covered it up and said. “So we are just waiting on for the other members to arrive. When will the actual swearing of the vows take place? And why do I have to have to sacrifice my own son to get into your little club you just said you were going to use Colby’s brother as a sacrifice you may own him, but he isn’t your son, plus the fact you personally stated that you had killed their parents.

“I don’t believe in things the satanic church is doing. Too me they are all total whack jobs. I can not do that without knowing why my friends and I must sacrifice our own sons? Because what you are telling me makes no sense. Don’t get me wrong Mr. Striker I have killed many myself, But not once have I offered them to some Demon God.

“I only shed their blood because it was business and they were costing me more money then they are worth. So without proof that by doing as you ask, I will dissolve our partnership, rather than sacrifice my youngest boy for no reason; No amount of money will justify me in doing it. I am already a very rich man. Telling me that this god of yours will bestow me more money then I can ever dream of does not sway me.  I want real proof before sacrifice my youngest child to some demon.”

Mr. Striker grew angry. “If it's proof you want fine, but when I give it too you, you better be ready to give our master what he wants. For if you don’t after he provides that proof you and entire family will die. As for the reason to why I am using Colby’s brother as my sacrifice is because I have already given him each of my sons and my wife and my two daughters. Now that I have done everything he has asked me to do. He only requires me to sacrifices the boys that meet his requirements.

“Not once have I wavered and because I have been faithful only to him. He has blessed me more then you can imagine. He has extended my own life, by drinking his blood he has blessed, and I have eaten at his table. If I told you I would be 85 years old coming this November you would call me a lair. If I told you that Mr. Tate is 300 years old to the day, you would think I was insane. Every member that has drunk the master blood and eaten at his table has been given long life.

“That is what he is offering you, Mr. Holliman. He is offering you immortality and more money and more power then you can even imagine. And your right, those people that pray to this unknown god of theirs are nothing but delusional fools, but we aren’t like them, we, in fact, our masters laughs in their face because they do not truly believe in him, they are nothing more then dogs begging for scraps.

“Come join us and see for yourself and he will welcome you and fill you with such power and knowledge, and all he asking is to give up one boy that you love, to prove to him that you are worthy of his blessing. Children are dime a dozen, you can always have more. I have had several children and I have been married to more wives then you can imagine.”

Colby looked shocked and then grew angry as he reached for my knife and started to lunge at Mr. Striker as I tackled him to the floor and took the knife and threw it as far as I could out of the way. Mr. Striker blinked in surprise then laughed. “What Colby did you honestly think that with you gone I would need your brother? Both of you have been a pain in my a*s for far too long. Which was why I sold you too Mr. Holliman knowing the moment I did, I could do whatever I wanted with your brother.

“I have been planning this for a very long time. Be grateful that it isn’t you. I killed your parents for the same reason, and in return, he has blessed me tenfold. Now he’s going to give me the mantle of being the new king of this world once Mr. Tate is taken care of. Now then I must leave you so I can arrange a nice welcoming for our new guests.” Mr. Striker quickly dressed and left telling me I look nice, but not before leaning down lifting Colby’s head as he held him down, said. “I am looking forward to slitting your brother’s throat and eating his heart.

“You should have tried harder to kill me, boy. Now it’s up too Mr. Holliman to see how best to punish you. Frankly, I hope he kills you and be done with you. I for one wouldn’t waste a chance to do it now while you’re here. Knowing that he can and no one will ever care about a worthless boy such as you, rather than spend money to clothe you, and feed you and finds a tutor that is willing to put up with you.

“You and your brother have done nothing but cost me more money; money that you will never be able to earn in your entire lifetime.” He let go of his head and smiled sweetly at Larry, said. “Tomorrow night when the moon is full is all the time you will have. So make this night count, for the next time we meet we will be kings among men.” He closed the door as Mr. Holliman quickly got up and checked to make sure he was gone and locked the door.

Mr. Stringum and Tony quickly came into the room using the closet secret door. Colby's eyes went wide, as I watched his lips tremble and started to pound on my chest I held him in my arms telling him. None of that was going to happen. That Mr. Holliman is actually one of the good guys.

Mr. Stringum opened the door letting in everyone else. Dad and Mom took one look at me and started laughing Mom said. “You look like a china doll; you should see Mark and Eli.” I rolled my eyes and took a seat on the bed and started to get out of my outfit. Only to be stopped by Stringum telling me, Mr. Strike will need me still to pleasure him and his new guests. I growled angrily in frustration.

Tony and Dad quickly broke it down as we did my best to explain to Colby, that this was exactly what we wanted. However, his brother is safe, and on route here as we speak, but not on Mr. Strikers chopper. Colby begins crying as Mrs. Holliman quickly took him in her arms. Telling him everything will be all right. His brother is safe and when he arrives he will see him for himself. Stringum said. “Well then. Then that gives only very little time to decide how we are going to kill Mr. Tate.”

Tony said. “Not a problem, I can have everything set up by tomorrow afternoon after they hold the vote. The main event will won’t happen until midnight tomorrow we can have Mr. Striker and his friends all taken care of by then.”

Stringum said. “Make sure we have photographers and news people we can trust and someone that won’t look to carefully at the body. Since the body will be nothing but a dummy too look like Mr. Tate; I have people right now making it look like Mr. Tate, and I want the scene to be bloody and too look like that satanic church had something to do with it. Now that we know Mr. Strikers and his friends are very active members. Not that it surprises me any considering what Mr. Tate and Crawford was into. Plus we have a good idea what’s behind that door.”

Colby raised his hand; said. “This might not mean anything, but he mentioned 12 members that hold the keys to open it as is known as the 12 kings. However there are at least 24 members in total and they each have some sort of ring that can open doors that have no key, my father was one of them until Mr. Striker killed him in one of his sacrifices where me and my brother watched.

“Telling us what a great honor it was to have my father chosen to be an offering to their master. He then killed our mother the same way the following year because she couldn’t bear any more children after what had happened to her during her last client that roughed her up so bad, she nearly bled to death. He called a sign from his god that she lived so he could sacrifice her.

“They meet every month when the moon is full. I know this because afterward they came to our house and celebrate and they are usually all covered in blood.  I had assumed at first it was animal blood but after we saw it for ourselves we soon learned that it wasn’t. We had all thought at first it was sheep’s blood because Mr. Striker owns a large sheep ranch where we boys usually spend the summer at.

“He hires private tutors so we don’t go to school unless he needs us to fit in long enough to bring home new boys. Then we move around from place to place soon after so no one can pin the disappearance of the boys he has taken and the murders of their parents if they refuse to take the money.”

Stringum asked. “These 24 members, do you know who they are and where they live son?”

Colby shook his head no said. “They never give their names and like I said we move around a lot and if we leave the grounds where they are keeping us. We are always blindfolded. So we can’t give out our location.  But if my brother and I and the other boys saw them again we could identify them.”

Stringum cursed, said. “Well that only makes our life little more interesting it will be at least a few more hours before we can do any….thing.” His words cut off by the noise of the chopper. As everyone looked out the window seeing Mr. Striker and his friends go out to the landing pad. Two men got out pulling out a large steamer trunk. Stringum said. “Looks like Mr. Striker just got my little present. I guess we better wrap things up before he comes up here wondering why we are all here. Colby not a word or things can get really bad if Mr. Striker and his friends find out we are on to them.”

Mr. Holliman said. “I got an idea that might work where Mr. Striker would not only trust my loyalty and we can protect Colby. Which is Colby has to die.” Colby looked at him if he was serious. He nodded, said. “My wife was telling me how Gloria West tried to kill Nate because he refused to do what she asked. How fast do you think you can have a fake knife that can make it look like I killed Colby?”

Stringum said. “Three hours”

Tony said. “We could use the one we were going to use earlier on you. Since we did away with that plan, knowing what we know now.” He quickly left to go fetch it and came back in asking me for the tranquilizer I was going to use on Mr. Striker. Telling Mr. Holliman the timing had to be perfect. We will have guys right outside waiting for their queue the moment it happens to distract Mr. Striker.

For the plan to work we need lots of blood, but it couldn’t be spread around Colby until he fell to the floor dead. Within moments Tony rigged something in the tub for easy clean up placing little explosive that could be triggered where the ideal place would be to kill Colby. We debated if he should wear a robe and we could hide the blood inside of it.

But we decided that Mr. Striker most likely want proof and that best ways to have him remain and Mr. Striker remain completely naked. So with the help of Mr. Holliman and Stringum they put on a fake layer of skin with a metal strip to prevent the knife from cutting him and placed the real knife under the sink where Mr. Holliman can get and trade it without him even noticing. Mom added eye make up that made it look like he had been crying which wasn’t too difficult because he had been.

Yet it was missing the dramatic flair, Stringum had me take my rope and tie up the boys and gag them having them sitting against bathroom wall watching. The boys loved the idea of seeing themselves on camera plus the fact Colby wasn’t actually being hurt. He was going somewhere nobody could touch him.

We all watched Mr. Holliman Colby practice where he was going to fall dead, telling him it must make look like he struggling to get free. Then when he feels the little poke start too fall slowly to his knees and fall to the ground where the blood will pool around him. Then when he wakes up he will be in our cabin with his brother. Man, I wish I was going home with him, more so because I was sick and tired of being a sex slave and having to turn tricks for these monsters.