Monster

[The Lost One]

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8-12-2014
12:34 AM
Scottsdale, Arizona
Highway side Motel
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It was a little out of the way motel on the highway. It was always the same room. Bottom Floor. On the corner. Two doors and windows leading out the back. Always the same. She had come to know the difference. Come to know the little particularities. She did not begrudge him them, she knew what they had done to the man sleeping not give feet from her.

The woman sitting on a chair near the front door would look familiar to those watching this video. Her hair was flaming red with little blond highlights and short with a wild spike style to it. The woman sat with her legs curled under her and her violin lying on the table next to her and a phone in her hair.

On the bed in front of her laid the figure of Broderick Montgomery. His hair was longer and stubble covered his cheeks and jaw and his head shifted from side to side and a cold sweat trickled down the side of his neck beneath the sheet.

The woman known as Jayni Sullivan looked down at the table as a cell phone began to vibrate across the table and gently pulled it into her hand and popped it open and saw the message from the caller simply labled “Brother”. As well as all the earlier messages.

::Brother::
8-11-2014
10:05 PM
I saw the stream! How is he?

::Jayni::
8-11-2014
10:09 PM
How do you think he is? He's not ready for this.

::Brother::
8-11-2014
10:18 PM
He wasn't going 2 let them face this alone.

::Jayni::
8-11-2014
10:35 PM
And if he complete breaks? What then?

::Brother::
8-11-2014
11:01 PM
Then he breaks. You don't owe him anything.

::Brother::
8-11-2014
11: 30 PM
Jayni?

::Brother::
8-11-2014
11:59 PM
Jayni this isn't funny.....

::Brother::
8-12-2014
12:34 AM
…..I'm sorry. I am just worried. This makes us targets now.

Jayni sighed softly and then typed in a message, hit send and them turned her phone off.

::Jayni::
8-12-2014
12:35 AM
Then I am a target. I do owe him Johnny....and so do you.

Jayni shifted until she faced the tossing and turning form of Broderick Montgomery. She turned the MP3 player on the table on to play music gently and simply stood in vigil over him. As she did every single other night for the last eight weeks.

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06-11-2014
2:34 AM
Somewhere....
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The only sound that kept him company was the sound of his own blood trickling down his face and arms. He laid on the floor of the shed coughing gently from the latest sound of “Treatment” that had left him with what felt like broken ribs. The Dark Father had been almost tender tonight. He had only hit him a couple of times, but they were enough.

Then as if the very god above had taken mercy on his child....the door to the shed creeped open and on instinct he flinched backwards....but no one came. No one walked into the shed. Slowly inch by inch he crawled until he saw a shadow pass over him and he let out a faint little outcry of terror but the voice that came....was anything but harsh. It was gentle. Sympathetic.

Voice: “I can keep them at bay....but only for a short time.....go Brody. Run.”

When Brody came out of the shed they was no one there, but the shadows the creatures that roamed this horrible place were nowhere to be found. Brody looked from one side to the other and then took off at a stumbling run. He kept up the run until he came to one of the houses near the perimeter of the strange compound.

When he came around the corner of one of the final buildings one of the Children did the same and the two stood face to face. The woman opened her mouth to scream the alarm but Brody was faster. A hard blow to the jaw doubled her over and then he leapt into the air and slammed his foot down into the back of her head, sending her face down into the dirt with a hard....crunch.....and then Brody began to walk backwards toward the border of the woods breathing hard and watching the compound.

He looked back only once before he turned and rushed into the trees. The creatures, whatever they were that Joshua commanded in this strange place were gone. They didn't circle and snarl like usual. Brody raced forward into the darkness until he hit a high growing root and fell face first into a small creek splashing bloody water all around him.

For a time Brody laid there with his head on the bank breathing hard and blowing water from his face and then he began to crawl up the bank and then Joshua was there. A phantom punch from a figment of his imagination. He could feel the blow hard to his jaw and cried out in fear as Joshua screamed.

Joshua: “Your HOPELESS!”

Brody scrambled to his feet and took off into the trees as fast as his feet could carry him. As he came around one of the corners he hit a low hanging tree branch that his mind thought was Joshua's outstretched arm. As Brody hit his back he looked up at the tree, but he saw Joshua leaning down and screaming.

Joshua: “FILTHY!”

Brody scrambled back to his feet and ducked under the tree branch/Arm of the Dark Father and sprinted through the woods. As he glanced to the right he saw Joshua leaning out from another tree and screaming.

Joshua: “WORTHLESS!”

Brody: “NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!”

He turned on the speed and raced through the darkness with reckless abandon the branches cutting at his face and bare chest and once again his foot hit a tree root and this time he tumbled end over end and came to a rest in front of a tree, but he saw Joshua leaning down and roaring.

Joshua: “GUILTY!”

Brody: “NOOOOO!!!!!!”

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8-12-2014
3:34 AM
Scottsdale, Arizona
Highway side Motel
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Brody: “NOOOOO!!!!!!!”

Broderick Montgomery sat bolt up in bed that cold sweat standing on his forehead and true terror in his eyes but he was alone on the bed for only a moment. The woman sitting vigil in the chair in the corner sat next to him softly and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

Jayni: “.....Shhhh. It's okay. It's okay.”

Brody: “....Wh....ere am I?”

Jayni: “Your in Scottsdale.....your not there.”

Brody: “....Not there?”

Jayni: “....No. Your safe.”

Brody nodded gently and Jayni slipped from the bed and brought him a glass. Brody took the glass with shaking hands and lifted it to his lips and drained it without even thinking about it. The glass held a single malt scotch. Jayni had one prepared for him every night, but no one knew that. After he drained the glass he looked over at the red haired woman and she motioned to the camera sitting in the corner.

Brody looked from her to the camera and then slid out of bed. It was dark enough to not see much, except that Broderick was NOT in fact naked. He wore a pair of shorts. No doubt out of respect for Jayni. Jeszika and Arsenal....their plan had worked. He didn't view women the same way anymore. They weren't objects to be conquered. They were priceless works of art.

Brody looked over at the camera and as he pulled on a pair of rough blue jeans and black work boots. Both looked old and worn, nothing like he would normally wear. That was because they weren't his. They were Jayni's brothers.

Brody: “....it's been awhile.....since I did this....so allow me to start with this.... Aerynn.... Ashley..... Nikki....thank you for all you tried to do. You never stood a chance....but thank you. Two of you had no reason to even care....and to be honest I don't think you really did. You cared for her....for them but never for me but none the less....thank you. Ashley and Nikki.....thank you.

Aerynn.....you shouldn't have gotten involved. It cost you Logan and for what? Pride? Vanity? A misplaced sense of loyalty? To whom Aerynn....why would you ever be loyal to me....i was cruel and vindictive and....just an all around horrible person. However....thank you.

Je...”

Brody took a deep breath and behind him Jayni nodded helpfully. As if to say....go on.

Brody: “Jeszika. I gave you Melissa. Consider that my final gift to you. I couldn’t let you go through it all over again. You....didn't deserve it. You tried to help me....i get that now. I understand. I....don't hate you....but I....don't think I could ever forgive you.

But if I cannot forgive you....then why would I risk my own saftey to help Melissa?....”

Brody cleared his throat and in a voice....which was identical to the one she had heard in that bar he sang in the softest whisper.

Brody: “Give it up....I would give everything up.....every last breath....every first taste...for you. Just to make it alright....just to make it alright.”

At the words “Just to make it alright.” his tone and voice cracking as if on the verge of tears....and Jayni? She had been reduced to them. She was crying openly and didn't try and hide it. This was a moment she had been waiting for for almost two months.

It took Brody a moment to gather himself and then he looked back at the camera.

Brody: “.....Beth. You asked.....i delivered. I see the Mona Lisa now.”

All the message that was needed and then his whole body seemed to go stiff and Jayni's eyes widened. Was it gonna happen?

Brody: “....And that leaves....The Children.”

Brody stood shaking for a moment and then seemed to explode toward the camera.

Brody: “HOW DARE YOU! Weeks Joshua, WEEKS! I put up with your asinine sermons and your tests, your punishment and torture and for what? FOR WHAT?! WHY?! What purpose did it serve? To garner you some twisted sense of what? Righteousness? Do you truly believe you are righteous McBride?

I hate to tell you this Joshua but it DOESN'T make you righteous anymore then it makes what you do justifiable. You want to punish rapists and child murderers? WHO DID I HURT!? In what way does your sick and twisted mind justify kidnapping and torture?

HOW ARE YOU ANY BETTER THEN THOSE YOU STALK!”

Brody was speaking now through clenched teeth and he took a few steps toward the camera speaking in a animal like growl.

Brody: “Your not. Your no different then the child rapist who killed your Priestess's sister. Your no better then the woman who sold her son for drugs. Your no better then that man who assaulted that little girl because his own daughter died. You are nothing but a predator Joshua....and I am not afraid of you....i have come back to end you. To end THIS.”

Brody took a couple of deep breaths in through his nose and out through his mouth and then shifted his head from side to side to pop his neck and relieve the pressure.

Brody: “....Maiko you are no better. Whipping people....why? What purpose does it serve? Because they want it? And if they wanted a bullet? What them? Your like a little kid pulling the wings off flies because....she can.....but the sad part is the way I see if...your just as much a victim of this. Of WHAT Joshua McBride is. You....are nothing more then his Pawn. A piece of his Property.

You do what you are told, but you are just as guilty. Just as liable for his actions....and I intend to make you pay. You will get what's coming to you Maiko....and you will find that when you add up the price of your penance....it will be more then you can afford.”

Brody lifted a hand to his face and ran it down the fledgling beard and blew out a deep breath.

Brody: “....And then there was the Boi's The hammers of a false god.....used as nothing more then blunt objects. The Dark Father tells you were to swing and you two bois swing for the fences don't you? Didn't your time with the girls teach you how truly wrong The Children are....or are you to blinided by fear and self loathing to see it?

Neither of you scare me....you can fly....guess what so can I. And at Raising Hell....both of you will fall. I will make sure of it. I wil....make sure your entire brotherhood falls. Got it Boi's?”

Brody took one final deep breath and then whispered.

Brody: “You created me Joshua....and its time the monster turned on it's master. I told you.....you should have killed me.”

The camera faded to darkness on a shot of Brody's shadowed face and the intense expression burning from the depths of his eyes.