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The Night Hell Raised. Part Five
Author: Patricia Anne McCarty
Word Count: 556
Author's Notes: The Night Hell Raised is Rated R. This 7 part story is based on true events I learned about while watch a crime documentary. I felt terrible and wished there was something that could be done to these jerks that would hurt as bad as what they gave. So I am writing this in honor of the victim the report was about. Please be warned there are some gruesome scenes in this story.
The Night Hell Raised. Part Five
Rated R
WARNING: STRONG violence and toucher.
My heart breaks for this young girl. Seeing her in this state. Bringin’ back flashes of memories of my own hell. It’s like I’m there again. Being cut open, awake, alive, and helpless to stop ‘em. My brain wired. Reprogramed, lost to myself forever. Curticy of the Army!
You can’t imagine the anger I’m feelin’ when I see what I’m now seein’. This young, innocent girl, whose only crime was being’ in the wrong place at the wrong time. Something I can relate to…well.
The night is hot, but the girl is shivering like she sittin’ on ice in Alaska, in the dead of winter. I look her in the eyes, talk real quite to her. I tell her she’s gonna be OK, and give her my word. She looks at me, eyes full of fear and tears. I reach for her hand and hold it, She squeezes tight then falls into my arms crying. I hold her as close to me as she wants to get till she finial stops crying enough to communicate. I look down and tell her my name, least as close to it as I can get...Logan. She tells me hers.
“My name is Julia, I’m from California. I was just visiting with my best friend. They killed her last night.”
Her voice was rocky I could tell it was hard for her to form the words. But she pressed on as I listened.
She turn her head away as she hung on me tighter and told me the rest.
“They tired her up, then one placed a spike on her head and another took a sledge hammer and drove it in, The Big guy rapped her as she died! How could anyone do such a horrible thing! I don’t understand…”
I could hardly understand her words threw all the tears she was crying’.
“They aren’t HUMAN! their ANIMALS! WORSE than animals! I hope he burns in HELL and get rapped just like he did to HER!” she finished as she sobs into my chest.
“You aint gotta worry about that darling, I PROMISE you… he’ll pay.”
That’s what I tell her, then I hand her my shirt. it’s long enough to cover her, but just barely.
I call a cab from my cell and I wait with her till it comes. I tell the cab driver to take her to the nearest hospital and I go with her see that she gets there safely. As I leave I hand her 5, 100 dollar bills and my cell number. I tell her ta call me if they don’t treat her right.
She hugs me and gives me a kiss on the cheek, tells me thanks. I get back in the cab and head back to the shack. I pay the driver and hit the concrete.
I’m like a blood hound. Once I get a scent up my nose… I never loose it. I picked up Big Ugly’ trail, no problem. I follow it to the other side of town, a small, quaint terracotta roof house with a garden in the front. I walk up the steps.
I hear him inside talkin’ to what I’m guessin’ is his sweet old ma’. Make’s no difference to me if she is, won’t change a thing.
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