“Need a light?”
The detective across the table held
the Zippo up in offering. Jeff stuck the butt in his face and nodded,
leaning across the table. Detective Schmidt or something like that.
Jeff nodded his thanks as he casually leaned back in his chair.
“Jeff, you came here to tell us
something right.”
“Right.” Jeffery nodded, taking a
deep drag. It was his first since that night. The story he had to
tell. It was a doozy alright. It was a right fucking tale for sure.
“Don't waste our time kid.” The
detective ran his fingers over his mustache. Jeff thought for a
moment the dude looked like a square. Hair parted neatly off center.
Perfectly groomed mustache. Brown suit. Jeff wasn't so sure he
wanted to tell this story to the cop. It was likely he wouldn't be
believed. That he'd be called a liar right to his face. Cause Jeff
would. Jeff would call him a liar if the tables were turned.
“You're going to think I am bonkers
regardless. So maybe...what the fuck's the point?” Jeff snubbed his
cigarette out in the ashtray slid over from the detective's side.
“Oh for the love of...this isn't
some TV show. You aren't in trouble. We got six dead kids torn up
down by the river. We know it sure wasn't you Jeff. Shit kid, it'd
take a man 3 times your size pumped up on adrenaline to do what was
done down there. All I know is we found your car
down there. So tell me Jeff what the hell happened. I
know you were down there.” Detective Schmidt leaned forward and
jabbed his finger on the table to emphasize his point. Jeff sighed
and wiped the sweat off his forehead. Guess he just had to go at it
like a bull elephant...
It was a just a little...initiation
that was all. For the new kids. We kidnap a couple a young teens out
at make out point and we put them through the ringer for the night. We
only...mentally fucked with them ya know? Scared them half to death.
Maybe a bit o' bruising if they decided to fight us.
It was Ralphie's idea to take them
down to the boat ramp this time. There were a couple of hooks down
there still in the old harbor. Easy to chain them to. We make them
think we're gonna kill 'em. The new kids would take turns making
threats. Gestures. You know what I'm talking about? Most the time
they'd piss themselves. Sometimes they'd toughen up. Those are the
ones we'd get a bit rougher with too. But...shit, nothing permanent.
Oh but that night. It was different. First time I'd ever done it with
a full moon. Didn't even need our headlights.
Ralphie chained them to the dock
and at this point they didn't fight us at all. I found that strange.
They didn't even look us in the eye. Or beg for their life. Nothing. I
mean, nada. So the new kid, big angry brute. By the name of...Stewart
or Stanley. Or something. Anyway this big lug he's checking out the
chick like he's gonna eat her pussy right there in front of us all.
Ralphie pulls him aside.
“We ain't here for that. You're
gonna scare her. That's all.” But the big lug just lets it pass
through one ear. And out the other. I watched as he approached her
and thought “Maybe we should stop him, get him out of here” He
failed. That's all I knew already. He failed. And as he grabbed her
arm I knew it was over. We were way in over our heads.
“Let her go.” I remember that
voice, clear as day. The man we had tied up was tall. Portly fella.
Wore glasses at one point they fell off though. Kind of reminded me
of a sea captain. Beard only grew on his neck. The girl with him was
a pretty little thing. I could see the lugs lust and why but...that
wasn't what we was there for.
“Or what fatty?” The girl this
time took initiative and spit in Stanley's face. That's when he hit
her. We charged in to stop him but it was too late. He had smacked
her heard enough for her neck to make a large snapping sound. Like a
twig ya know? I almost threw up. We had never hurt anyone like that.
The other big guy snapped against his chains at Stanley and screamed
at him. A scream I'd never heard anyone make. Like...a monster.
Stanley hit him then too, knocking him back on his ass. He rolled
over on his stomach and laid there. I could see the moons come out
from the clouds now to brighten up the place. I could see blood
sprayed across them. Stanley in a rage breathing over the broken
teens. I didn't know what to do. How do you stop someone like that?
The rest of us, Ralphie, Javie, Melvin, Torry. We all just watched.
We were weak. We couldn't stop him. And the big guy tied up. He went
down in one punch. What was left?
That's when I watched the big guy
look up at the moon over his shoulder. And he stood up. And the grin on his face wasn't a happy one. You could just tell.
Someone was going to die. By that smile alone.
The first swing broke the chains,
and hit ole Stuart in the face with both hands. Then the prisoner,
man I never learnt his name...snapped our cuffs off like they was
nothing. Stanley tripped backwards, blood pouring out of his face.
How hard did he hit him? I didn't know. I just watched as he put both
hands on Stuart's...Stanley. What the fuck ever man, it won't matter
here in a second. He rips...He rips
the poor bastards head right off his shoulders. Just pulls
it right off like he was picking a pumpkin. Everyone ran at that
point but...that was stupid. I was frozen. I watched as he grabbed
Javie's leg and twisted it off. I watched as he caught up with Melvin
and clobbered him with it. Finally finishing him off with a good
stomp. Ralphie was trying to get his car started but it seemed like
the battery had died. Torry was trying to swim for it. The big guy
walks casually. Like it was just the normal day at the beach. And
holds him under. We stared at him for five whole minutes while
drowned Torry.
Shit man, you know the rest. Don't
you? He tore the door off Ralphie's car. And I just fucking froze.
God dammit.
Schmidt
cleared his throat as Jeff started to cry. Knowing the local riff
raff like he did he knew that it wasn't an easy thing to do. Being
tough...hell he still had a hard time doing it. Letting his emotions
run freely. And there were times...like the last month...where he
thought he could cry too. The massacre at the river had been...like
nothing he had ever seen. He had read stories but none of them were
true. An invincible lunatic?
Jeff finally
cleared his throat and wiped his tears away to clear his vision.
“You got another
butt man?”
“Sure.”
Detective Schmidt reached once again across the table and handed him
another cigarette. In the other hand he gave him the zippo. Jeff lit
up with trembling hands. Schmidt let him cool down now. He had heard
enough to piece it together. One thing still bothered him. Why had he
let Jeff live?
“Why you kid?”
“Whaddya mean?”
He took another long drag.
“Why did he let
you live. I mean, shit. You were the smallest of your friends. Easy
pickens.”
Jeff cleared his
throat and sat forward. “He said someone needed to tell the story.
He said nobody would be able to know what happened if he didn't let
one of us go. So I booked it. Before he could really change his mind.
I watched as I topped the hill...I watched him pick up his dead girl
and run into the bushes. You guys really haven't found him yet?”
“Why do you
think you're in here? Because we have this wrapped all nicely up in a
bow? Jeffery this is pretty serious stuff. Not to mention what you
and your buddies did...”
"So I am in trouble then?"
"I'm afraid so. At least til we get this straightened out."
"I fucking knew it. Whatever man."
He knew what he was getting coming in here. Kidnapping. Accessory? Maybe. He didn't know well enough. All he knew was this was his last cig as a free man. He put it out. No more smoking for him. No. That was something a free man should do. Holding out his hands, wrist together, he offered himself up to Detective Schmidt.
“I know what
needs to happen now Schmidt.” Smiling he nodded at the officer.
“Let's get this over with.”
Detective Schmidt
led Jeff away from the police station across the court yard where the
holding cells were located. And about the center Jeff looked over his
right shoulder up at the full moon. And once again a grin went across
his face. He could feel it coursing through his veins now. Of course
why hadn't he realized it before?
The guy at the
river was a lunatic.
Straight A, no
fooling lunatic.
The very word
echoed in his mind as he snapped the hand cuffs apart.
