Five Point Star

By James Aa. Keister

Tia Marlin lost everything in her life, parents, sister and has become a professional killer. persued by two dectectives who find her fantasy world and a collage of bodies.

• Language: English
• Publisher: James Aa. Keister
• Release date: Dec 24, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465912565

James Aa. Keister

James Aa. Keister, was born and lives in Monroe, Michigan. An artist in both the arts and music. Letting this strong sense of talent flourish over into his writings. With an imaginative endorsement of realism that brings forth an ever flowing twist to his novels.

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Chapter One

Death...It's the conclusion of the system of things, having no need to dread the near future and the calamity that will befall the wicked, their exquisite delight in the abundance of presaged suffer.

The intrinsic evil. It's morally unacceptable to weigh the circumstances and the degree of deliberateness, but the penalty could be soul for soul or life for life. Philosophical reasoning behind such positions that use poetic language. Facing major challenges that make the most of a circumstance, allowing to understand what is felt. It's the knowledge of that increasing ability to understand feelings and answer questions.

But I have not either. she said aloud. She was viewing circumstances as an advantage rather than a liability, adding to the death toll. It's an inference to the alternative...reality.

The wise course is to be reasonably informed as to the potential benefits and risks. But it is not always free of difficulties.

Few are able to escape the pressures of everyday life, rather than accepting and examining the matters, taking action to change or improve the situation, resulting in...Death. For the sorrowing everyday is evil, for the joyous heart it is festival always. (proverbs 15:15 the Jerusalem bible)

But society depends on a fashionable appearance. acceptance of necessary things, but not of the blood it must take to endure such fashioned ideology. It's a journey that at times has been at most tumultuous, yet triumphant, then dies of asphyxiation.

It's like running across the back yard barefooted and slicing your foot on a piece of glass, not noticing it, until you get back into the house and spot the trickle of blood. You will plop down, grab your foot and inspect the gash, but peering at the laceration your not grossed out, instead your enthralled at the epiphany of it. How cool is that? she thought.

Filling your aspiration into a cataclysmic nosedive. Sensing where this relationship is ultimately heading. Growing apprehensively, rededicated with profound blunted hope. Now forgiving your own rebellious arrogance. Knowing you can't go back to your old life of an altered affiliated reality. Because in the midst of the rush and bustle of the worlds busy life, the subtle and ceaseless temptations and all the daily cares and trials that so easily distract and lead to failure, they can be attained and are within reach.

However sporadic, however unfavorable your natural character or circumstances may appear, laying aside all anxiety is about this inner life and it's growth. You hopelessly cast your lots with tools of death from hands that neither lag behind nor get ahead. Believing that there is a real prospect of strength and fruitfulness to every ones dying. This great journey of discipline, yet the struggle with temptation, just as it is, makes overcoming it hard; it's a constant battle. But whether succeeded or failed, overcoming temptations to kill is harder and often impossible.

It's an amazing fact. With grace and power which is always available and sufficient to enable standings against those temptations faced every day.

I want to do right, but evil lies close at hand. Who is unable to sympathize with my weakness? She asked. Anyone who has tried to be good, pure, righteous and loving in their own strength, knows that it just can't be done. She continued. You will face the records of your life when the secrets of all hearts are disclosed. The record doesn't charge anyone with being superficial or worldly or wicked. They simply neglect to do that one thing...Kill." She smiled.

Chapter Two

Midnight cries from trembling lips that follow them into hell when their hearts quit their beating. The taste of a dead man's table loaded with delicacies. Letting us look on the concluding scenes in the lives of those who once were. Separating life from death as far as the east is to the west, with lost and wasted opportunities in this indescribable torment of hell.

A self exaltation and anarchy against those powers coming from the level of the ruined and blackened souls of the creatures of this earth.

I stand trembling and silent at what my hand has done. She whispered to herself. Watching the glisten of crimson drip from unfolded fingers. Dropping down to where lighted rays have never found their way, untouched, fathomless depths with no fixed star by which to judge the drift, no light to point the way. Alone in this lost and ray less shadowed doom of endless night.

Her mind sank to abyss. Feeling utterly defeated. Quashed rebellion that washed it's hand's of the whole affair. Ultimately everyone has to be ready, prepared, to face death and it's judgment. Putting their hopes in the wrong places, like putting our confidence in government and science, defining

security in terms of money in the bank. But only the grave holds security.

Let them blindly follow that which will never lead them. Their solution is completely futile. She whispered while in side her head a six stanza poem sang methodically, a little dreaming that this song would somehow go around the world and become the latest greatest scream. Standing on her own brink of Armageddon.

If there is one word that seems to describe our world and it's mood today, It would be...Fear. Screams that threaten to plunge us into chaos. It would be just as real and just as tragic as never making the headlines. The slavery of that seems unbreakable. And it seems like a romantic dream or even a false hope that vanishes in the face of the realities of life. No matter what your fears may be. Fear not. because not all fear is wrong. Some can harm, for they bring devastation to us. Shrinking us from and even fleeting from us. Because there is no longer any reason to be gripped and enslaved by fear. Some only scare.

Think of the fears that so easily assault us. There is the fear of problems we face and what might happen to us. There is the fear of loneliness, then there is the fear of death. My favorite, she smiled. The sting of death. Fears are real. It's right to fear loneliness or problems that seem to overwhelm us, because those things are very real. While it's not right to fear death, especially if we do not know or understand, so we don't need to be paralyzed by fear any longer.

It brings a sense of peace that flows through as the trigger gets pulled, the knife pushed deep. The ax or bat is swung even when the rope is pulled taut. Bringing a smile to lurid lips. Sometimes something happens that is so unexpected, so unusual, so powerful, that the very conclusion is unmistakable.

Reaching into hurting and hopelessness.

I would buy things and eat things trying to satisfy myself. She recalls. I had a deep desire to be loved, and I had a boyfriend, but it wasn't fulfilling. I ran when I became confused.

And then the reality began to sink in. Why do I feel guilty? She said to herself with scrunched in brows. I wasn't really loved, I wasn't shown love, so why love? The thoughts procured as she dragged the body further into the trees. I just needed to take action, to take that first step forward. I've been holding back, holding my peace, but no more. She spoke aloud. Giving the corpse a hard tug then kicking it. Just three more and it's all set. She thought with a cute grin that cracked the side of her mouth

Chapter Three

How simple is that? Brian said to himself as he finished tightening the bolts to the tire he had just changed on the back of his 2010 Dodge Charger. Steel gray with black interior. Seems he caught a nail out in the alley off Fifth Street. The leak was slow and bothersome, but he put the spare on and took the tire to get it plugged at a local tire shop. With his wheels back to normal, he zoomed out to try and catch his friends where they were planning to have lunch. But doing 50 mph down N. Telegraph only draws the police and the ticket he received was a downer. Making him a little late. The others had already ordered, figuring he wasn't going to make it.

He pulled in and parked, made his way inside and found them sitting near the bar. He squeezed in next to Heather and gave smiles all around.

What happened to you? Sam asked.

I got my tire fixed and...

"Good! We were tired of hearing you complain about it. Lori cut in.

Yeah well, Brian added, It's done and now I got this ticket. He sighed as he slapped the piece of paper on the table. Looking for the waitress to make his order.

Ticket! Tammy voiced Let me see, as she snatched up the folded note and opened it. She gave it a once over then twice. "You just got this. She said.

Yeah trying to get here. Brian said.

Oh man! Sam added It's a $75 dollar ticket bro doing 50 in a 35...Ouch! Throwing salt to a wound.

You know you can't drive like a crazy person. Tammy put in, eying him.

What do you know, Sam told her. "Your lucky if your car can get up to 50 mph.

Yeah well, l like my car. It's good on gas and I don't get tickets either. She snubbed.

Brian sat staring at her simpleness. She was all around pretty, he thought, with her subtle ambiance. She dressed well and carried her self with confidence, given she was so shy and reserved. He liked that about her. That and the fact that she was well built, brunette and sported the most beautiful brown eyes, that caused him to lose all sense of time and space. Tammy stared back at him with the same placid look

Excuse me. The voice sang, dragging Brian back to reality. He looked up at the girl dressed in all black and a bright red pin on her shirt that read Pamela. She held out a note pad and stood tapping her pen against it, patiently waiting for Brian's attention. He gave her his order and went back to staring at Tammy, but only briefly. They all knew, even if he hadn't figured it out yet. He was in love, and so was she.

Lori broke in, Tammy have you gotten your ticket yet? she asked with rude interruption.

Huh? Oh...no, not yet. I'm waiting to get paid Friday. Then I can... her words were cut off.

What about Tia? Heather cut in.

I think so. Tammy said. God, I hate her. She's so lame.

Heather rolled her eyes. Who told her about the plans in the first place? Lori asked, as the rest of them glared over at Tammy.

What? she agitatedly asked. She's my friend. Besides, I conned her into paying for half of my ticket, and for a new outfit.

That's all your friends with her for, Lori said. So you can use her money?

Well, she can't spend it all, so I have to help her. Tammy countered with a smile. They all laughed.

Far as I am concerned, she can stay at home. Sam put in.

Come on guys, Tammy stated. At least we won't have to drive and use our gas or pay for eating. I told her she had to take care of all that.

And she agreed? Sam asked.

Yep! Tammy smiled. So, as soon as I get paid, I’ll have my ticket as well and it's game on.

Yeah well, hopefully Tia won't catch on to your little deception. Lori put in.

She won't. Tammy countered while shoving another mouth full of salad into grinning lips.

Chapter Four

Doesn't life have any meaning? While countless people have asked that same question with no avail.

Sadly, no matter how they look at life, they are unable to escape what is described as a sense of meaningless and empty endeavor. Their primary goal is simply to survive from day to day.

Millions the world over live in unbelievably wretched, heart breaking conditions. Everyday. Waking up to poverty, disease, senseless violence and oppression. Lives truly glutted with agitation while millions of others enjoy a degree of material prosperity. Where everything seems to be in place for them and theirs. Trying to find real satisfaction. What an extreme brevity of life.

Like chasing the wind, yet never ever able to catch it. Why should you ever believe that this life will ever be anything more than just a brief span of empty existence, through which we pass like a shadow?

Having no substance other than to exist. Like lost souls.

Would some say that souls enjoy some higher form of existence prior to entry into any individual human body? Or others to say that the soul was incarcerated in the body as some form of punishment for sins which it may have or may not have somehow committed in it's heavenly state? Only to find that when the soul escapes the limitations of the materialistic human body, would it be truly released from it's wanderings, follies, and fears? It's wild desires and all the other ills that beset man kind? Some immaterial entity that resides within? But this isn't the case. It's simply a girl. Tia.

Their meal ended in smiles and hugs with soulful goodbyes. Brian took Tammy with him on his way to run some errands, moreover, to spend time with her. Lori had to lead herself back toward home in order to get a shower in before she headed off toward her job. Heather took her uppity self and race to get her nails done before the shop at the mall closed for the night.

Sam stood staring at the others as he watched them skirt out the parking lots like bees from a nest. He got into his car and was searching for a CD to throw into the player when the tap came at his back. Surprised, he twisted around to see who was at his window. Only to be surprised yet again.

She stood staring at him, unmoving and seemingly frozen in time. Her hair whipped and waved with the breeze that blew in over the trees, forced along by the wave of fast paced traffic that hummed by, mere yards away. She wore a tight sweater that did little to employ any decency to her figure.

Sam stared her up and down then let his eyes roam down the length of her.

She could feel his gripped stare and waited for him to complete his venture of distaste. Her hands went to her hips in an impatient posture. Snapping Sam out of his vestige trance. He rolled down the car window, never letting his eyes off hers.

Hey Tia, what's up?

She stood for a moment longer, staring, only adding to the sense of play. I stopped up here to try and catch you guys, but I see you've all had your fun and left.

Yeah sorry, I thought Tammy let you know we were meeting here. Pushing blame on Tammy.

No, she didn't.

She must of forgot or something. He tried to smooth over, but his frail attempt only added to gloss over broken glass shards.

Or something! she countered. Listen, I don't care about that. I need a ride, if it's at all possible.

Sure! he shot out with no thought to try and play nice.

She swung around and disappeared around the back of the car. He waited for the door to open,then went back to finding a CD from the black nylon case that filed musical disks in clear plastic sleeves. More out of force then choice he pulled out a CD and slid it into the player. Pushed the button to power the device then volume d it down before the speakers could explode with decibels of chaotic discord.

Tia sat as still as stone once she had gotten in and closed the door. Her intent dictated with silence. Staring straight out the window.

Sam finished his fussing and turned his attention back to her asking, Hey, where did you want to go?

I don't know Everyone else has their own agendas. Where you going? Me, I’m up for whatever. She said grinning slightly, humming the words of her favorite song in her head despite the music that played just beneath her thoughts, then with it she began nodding her head.

Hey, he asked, How did you get here?"

Oh, I got a ride, but they had to leave, so I guess I’m stranded. Well, until I saw you were still here. she sweetly smiled.

Good thing. It's a long walk home. That's if you had to walk, I mean, if I wasn't still here...right?

Right. she said in answer before asking. So where did everyone else go?

Tammy left with Brian and... he paused, glancing over at her. Which she sat unflinching. So he continued. Guess they went shopping.

At the mall?

Yeah. Sam answered, and Heather.

Heather? Yeah, what's she up too?

Like you care. You two are like...arch-enemies.

She smiled deeper. Humor me. She added.

She's off to get her nails, I mean claws done. he grinned at the ploy.

And Lori?

"Work. Sam said.

Oh yeah. I forgot she does work. She said.

What? Sam put in under guilt and excuse for his own unemployment.

I'm not saying your jobless Sam, just reminding myself that she works a night shift. Besides, you 'll find work again. She nodded. He could only nod as well.

So is everyone ready for the trip? She asked with no discontent.

Far as I know, just Tammy, she's waiting for her paycheck, and she will have her ticket. Are you really gonna pay for all our food?"

Sure, as long as you don't eat too much.

He looked over at her as if she had just scolded him for putting his hand in the proverbial cookie jar.

What about your van? he asked

It's fine, she snapped with quiet ambiance. I'm cleaning it out, so it will be ready for the trip."

OK, did you need any help?

No, but thank you for asking. she told him

OK! He said as he reached down to twist the key and start the engine. He heard the door open and glanced over in time to watch her slide out of the car as quick and quiet as a cat on its prowl.

Hey! He yelled over the music. Then waited for her to turn around, but all he heard, just before she shut the door was. Thanks, but I remembered there's something I need to take care of. The door shut and she paced off. He looked over but she had disappeared from view.

Weird! he said to himself. Shaking his head. He had thought her cute, but weird factors had hung around her neck like heavy chains, and that frightened him to his soul. For good reason. He sat staring out across the parking lot, looking for her or any kind of movement, but found none, so he shoved his car into gear and pulled out of his parking slot, drifted to a stop still looking for her tight sweater, that had bunt a mental picture, he found