Chronicles of Kymbell

By J.W. Stokes

“In explaining the life of Dr. Kymbell Davenport, I leave nothing to the speculation. Kymbell’s legend is what you, the reader, make of it. Kymbell is a SOCIOPATH; a living “MONSTER” with a “HUNGER” to kill! Kymbell is a rare form of “EVIL”, but what kind is he? Well, it is hard to say. Dr. Davenport, or as he prefers “Dr. Kymbell”, bases his “LUST” for “DEATH” on his deprivation of life. Kymbell’s existence mirrors a person of respect, candor, danger, determination and meaning. Kymbell is not just a “KILLER”; he is a passionate “GENIUS” with a “THIRST” for life. Now, sit back, relax, and study the “LIFE” of this introverted and unmerciful “Serial Killing Sociopath.”

J.W. Stokes

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.W. Stokes
• Release date: Aug 29, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311925671

J.W. Stokes

Hello,I am J.W. Stokes. I am married and have four children. I retired from the U.S. Air Force in 2010. I am currently working on four books and I expect to release those by next year. Thank you.J.W. Stokes

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Preface

In explaining the life of Dr. Kymbell Davenport, I leave nothing for speculation. Kymbell’s legend is what you, the reader, make of it. Kymbell is a SOCIOPATH; a living MONSTER with a HUNGER to kill! Kymbell is a rare form of EVIL, but what kind is he? Well, it is hard to say. Dr. Davenport, or as he prefers Dr. Kymbell, bases his LUST for DEATH on his deprivation of life. Kymbell’s existence mirrors a person of respect, candor, danger, determination and meaning. Kymbell is not just a KILLER; he is a passionate GENIUS with a THIRST for life. Now, sit back, relax, and study the LIFE of this introverted and unmerciful Serial Killing Sociopath."

J.W. Stokes

Chapter 1

Dreadfully Vacationing

Flight 237 was at an altitude of 30,000 feet. The aircraft was traveling at 475 knots airspeed when engines, One and Two failed. The passengers heard, This is Captain Jenkins, please brace yourselves, we are minutes from the water. God be with each of us. The aircraft spiraled out of control! Jenkins and his co-pilot fought to bring the Boeing 747 back to stable flight. However, they were unable to do so. Seconds before impact, Jenkins and his copilot strained to pull the plane’s nose up. Upon impact, the plane ripped into pieces across the Gulf of Mexico! The crash was extremely loud. Flight 237 skidded across the water at over 398 mph! The aircraft fragmented into the bluish green water. In a flash 516 people perished and one survived. That survivor was Dr. Kymbell Davenport.

Dr. Davenport came to rest belted in his seat. Kymbell was atop a chunk of the plane’s wing. He was cut up from debris. There was blood spilled throughout the wreckage. The strong odor of jet fuel permeated the area. There were small fires that engulfed shattered parts of the plane. The fumes of jet fuel singed Kymbell’s nose. His arms were burning and he could barely breathe. He rushed to unbuckle himself. He stood up; his eyes were burning and bleeding. At that point, he could not see nor hear. Kymbell jumped aimlessly into the blood and fuel filled water. You would think death was a sure thing for Kymbell. Nevertheless, it was not. Kymbell thought, I have murdered so many, so why am I alive? However, he did not die. Kymbell was overweight and it seemed to help him float and swim in the salty water. The pain from his burning eyes and skin would keep him very much awake. Eventually he reached the shore of an island not far from the crash site. He crawled ashore and made it to the edge of the jungle. Kymbell passed out from exhaustion.

A day later Kymbell woke up, he was dehydrated and had vomit stuck to his face and chest. The rancid odor of jet fuel and bloodied bodies overwhelmed him. He looked at the gulf; there were hundreds of suitcases, travel bags, bodies and debris floating near shore. Water bottles littered the coastline and hundreds of other items. Kymbell drank bottle after bottle of water. He found snacks from the plane’s galley and ate. After three days and no contact with any rescuers, Kymbell decided to start salvaging to keep himself alive. What a great retirement vacation, he thought. He started bringing items ashore that he could lift and carry. He separated everything. The food, water, metal objects and miscellaneous items. He began opening boxes, bags, suitcases and anything he thought could help him survive. He opened 510 bags and suitcases. Kymbell started a huge fire and burned body parts and anything useless to his survival. He tried to locate a cell phone that might function. In all, he found 421 phones. Many functioned but had no signal. Kymbell found 121 bottles of various types of alcohols. During his pillaging, he collected $27,532 in cash. He collected 2792 credit cards and ID cards. He found so much jewelry that he could not carry it all, so he buried it.

The most impressive item he found was located in a long duffle bag. It was a life-like female doll. She was blonde, blue eyed and about six feet tall. The doll was anatomically correct too, with big boobs. She had very soft skin like that of a human. The doll was completely clothed wearing a bra and panties. She had a name/price tag attached to her wrist. The tag read, My name is Ms. Setti Lee. I am from Kunsan, South Korea; Price: $8,745. There were instructions and extra batteries located with her too. Kymbell was intrigued and took Setti to his shelter. In the weeks that followed, Kymbell became more and more attached to Setti. He created a strange bond with her. He called her Baby. Kymbell had created a false reality for his castaway life. Setti became a life-like being to Kymbell’s existence. He took Setti everywhere, even to swim and bathe. His relationship with Setti went from strange to all out narcissistic. Kymbell would dance with Setti by the fire for entertainment and read books to her. Eventually, Kymbell started eating the fruits on the island and he found a freshwater lake. He gained an addiction to Elderberries. The Elderberries contained a hallucinogenic compound. The chemical gave Kymbell an altered perception of Setti and his surroundings. Nearly a month alone, Kymbell felt Setti was his soul mate. He would speak to Setti in an active existence. Normally, he answered for her too. Kymbell's daily life on the island became bizarre. His relationship with the doll became emotional and erotic. Kymbell fornicated with the doll as if to expel his loneliness.

Around Kymbell’s third month on the island, a passing cargo ship spotted the plane’s wreckage piled up. A Panamanian search and rescue boat eventually rescued Kymbell in the days that followed. When Kymbell was rescued he brought everything he could, even his lover Setti Lee. A week later, the U.S. Coast Guard arrived with Kymbell at the Port of Miami. U.S. Customs arranged for Kymbell’s return to Brewton, AL. Kymbell arrived in Brewton on July 5, 2009. His family greeted him at his parent’s home. Strange as it may seem, Kymbell introduced Setti to everyone as his mate. Nobody embarrassed Kymbell about the doll. That is, except his younger brother, Reagan. Reagan was a nerd and an asshole. He was a failure in school and in life. He always had hatred towards Kymbell. Reagan was rude to Kymbell about the doll saying, That’s a dummy and so are you! You are an idiot Kymbell! I bet you screwed that plastic bitch! Kymbell’s family was in shock at what Reagan had said. Kymbell’s dad motioned for Reagan to shut up. Kymbell sat down in his father’s recliner with Setti in his lap. He started explaining the crash and his life on the island. A few minutes later, tragedy occurred. As Kymbell was explaining, Reagan walked up from behind him and struck Setti. Her head flung across the living room. Kymbell screamed in a loud and horrifying voice, NO! He ran and grabbed Setti’s head from the floor. Kymbell's emotions turned from helplessness to anger. Kymbell attacked his brother! He shoved Reagan toward a large window in the living room. Reagan busted through it. He fell to the sidewalk outside and struck his head on the concrete. Blood gushed from his skull, nose and ears! Immediately their dad rushed Reagan to D.W. McMillan Memorial Hospital. That evening, after three hours of emergency brain surgery, Reagan died. Kymbell was taken into custody for manslaughter. However, his family spoke with the police and explained the mishap away stating, It was a freak accident, Kymbell tripped over the dog. When he did he accidently pushed his brother through the window. Each family member was interviewed and all denied foul play. Four days later, all charges were dropped and Kymbell was set free.

Chapter 2

First Taste

After Reagan’s death, Kymbell went literally crazy. DEATH had never scared him. Especially, the death of someone he murdered. Any remorse that he ever showed was just an act. However, after his brother’s death, Kymbell began a vengeance of drinking. The Chief of Police in Brewton warned Kymbell not to depart town. They, the police, might need to speak with him again. Days prior to Kymbell’s departure for Panama, he had been with his childhood friend, Frank Brown. Frank was the town millionaire misfit. Frank had purchased a Florida Lottery ticket from Berrydale Crossroad’s gas station. He won a staggering 65 million dollars! Frank drank a lot and stayed out behind AL Highway 31. Frank lived in a mansion out there, down by the old cypress swamp. He only ventured into town when he had too. Sometimes he drove out to the Brewton airport to pick Kymbell up when he would fly in from New York.

Kymbell’s saga and struggle through life began over 20 years ago. Dr. Kymbell Davenport was born in the Jay Memorial Hospital on July 26, 1969. He was raised in Brewton, Alabama. Brewton is a small farming community with less than 6,000 people. It is isolated 60 miles from Pensacola, FL. Kymbell was never fond of Brewton. As a young boy and throughout high school Kymbell was considered an outcast. Only Frank was ever his true friend. Most kids bullied Kymbell and Frank. Kymbell was called the High Yeller Boy. His dad was a lightly colored black man and his mother a white woman. Kymbell and Frank spent most of their childhood fishing and swimming. Occasionally they would have a couple more kids with them. However, most of the time, it was just the two of them. Kymbell had strange fascinations with different things. He loved fire and enjoyed burning things. Kymbell read a lot too. Specifically, he enjoyed mysteries and documentaries about Serial Killers.

Kymbell had different addictions when he was a boy and as an adult. He grew to have gay tendencies toward Frank. He had a huge fascination with killing animals also. That lust was evil, and it controlled him. He often expressed to Frank, I want to be a serial killer, like that guy, Ted Bundy. One afternoon, Frank caught Kymbell acting out his lust for DEATH. Frank walked up on Kymbell behind his dad’s shed. Frank watched Kymbell from a distance without disturbing him. Kymbell had a litter of kittens in a 5-gallon bucket. He was drowning each baby, one by one, in a large pan of water. The baby kittens gurgled for air, and Kymbell laughed as each one died. Then, he placed all six kittens in a row on the ground. He poked at them with a stick to see if they would move. Frank thought, Kymbell is dangerous, animals now, could people be next.

At the age of twelve Kymbell would take his first victim. Kymbell, Frank and Jake Jones were crossing a creek behind Frank’s house. The water was cold, deep and swift. Nearly nine feet deep just under the bridge. Kymbell and the boys were walking the outer edge of the bridge when Kymbell said, Jake, what would you do if I shoved you in? Jake said, You better not, I can’t swim! Kymbell pushed him. In one single sweep, Jake fell off the bridge and into the water. Kymbell and Frank watched Jake scream. Like a bag of rocks he sank into the muddy stream. Frank started screaming and crying. Kymbell turned and said, Frank, stop fucking crying! You better NOT tell! Frank cried and cried. Kymbell just stood there, motionless, showing no remorse. Later that night, Kymbell told his dad that Jake had fallen off the bridge and drowned. That day was Kymbell’s first murder and the start of a lifetime of killings. The taste of death was too delicious to let go of.

On Memorial Day of 1982, just a year after Jake’s death, Kymbell would take his second victim. He and Frank were at the skating rink in Allentown, Florida. Jo Ann Mason had given them a ride. Jo Ann was an Italian chick and did not have many friends. Therefore, she fit in perfect with Kymbell and Frank. She was 16 too; to the boys she was Hot Shit! Jo Ann, Kymbell and Frank made their way inside the rink. Each paid three dollars to skate. Jo Ann bought pizza and cokes. They ate and watched everyone skating and some teens making out in the corners. The rink was gloomily lit and the walls were covered in bright puke green carpet. The carpet was to keep people from getting hurt when they crashed. Kymbell and Frank sat and finished their pizza while Jo Ann started skating. She made a few laps when tragedy took place. Jo Ann was skating backwards, when from behind her Tim Akins approached rapidly. He plowed into Jo Ann knocking her across the rink floor! Jo Ann flew through the air! She busted her head open on a guardrail. Jo Ann did not move at all. Kymbell ran out to check on her. He helped her up and back to the table where Frank was. Jo Ann was crying, That guy knocks me down every time I come here. He spits on me too. Akins is from Jay high school. He beat up my brother last week outside the Brewton Theater. He makes fun of my sister because she is mentally retarded. I hate that fucking bastard! My dad is blind and cannot stop him. He lost his vision in the Vietnam War. I just want to go back home now. My new shirt has blood on it.

Kymbell became enraged after what Jo Ann told him. He exclaimed, Stay here with Frank! I will return in a few minutes. Kymbell skated out onto the rink. He was not a great skater, but good enough to follow Akins. On his second lap, he noticed Akins. Kymbell skated in behind Akins. He was waiting for the right spot with cover of darkness to attack Akins. Kymbell moved up alongside Akins at the start of the next song. Akins rolled over beside him. They were getting closer and closer, touching elbows at times. Kymbell waited for the darkness. As they entered a dark spot, he eased behind Akins. He grabbed Akins by the belt loop. The boys came to a sudden STOP! Kymbell punched Akins in the face. Kymbell took off with Akins chasing him. Around they went again, both boys mixing in the crowd. They came back into the darkness and Akins went to grab Kymbell. When he did, Kymbell kicked Akins’ skates out from under him. Akins’ feet went up into the air. His head smashed into the guardrails. Akins hit the floor causing other kids to crash all around him. Kymbell came to a sudden stop! He moved over by Akins. Kymbell took his skate and smashed it into Akins face. Blood went all over the floor and you could hear the crunch of the blow! Akins did not move. Immediately following the accident, the rink manager called 911. Medics came, but it was too late. Tim Akins was dead from a roller rink crash. The rink closed just after that and Jo Ann, Kymbell and Frank headed home to Brewton. The ride was so quiet. Jo Ann spoke only once just to say, Thank you, Kymbell.

Chapter 3

Campus Life

In August of 1987, Kymbell started college at the University of South Alabama (USA). He earned an agriculture scholarship and it paid his way through school. Kymbell arrived on August 7, in the sweltering heat of Alabama. Frank had tagged along too, but he would head back that Sunday evening to Brewton. Frank had been awarded an agriculture scholarship also. However, he failed to use his. Instead he went to work at Dollar General. That is, up until he won the Florida Lottery in 2004.

Frank visited Kymbell about once a month. When he visited, Kymbell tried to keep him secluded as much as possible. He knew Frank could not handle all the women, boos and parties. Moreover, Kymbell was a recluse; he went to class, the cafeteria, and then back to his room. He did attend a Frat party or two when Frank visited. Kymbell would get Frank drunk before they would make it to any parties. Sometimes Kymbell liked to get Frank drunk and take sexual advantage of him. Often, he sedated Frank for an entire weekend using horse tranquilizers. Frank would arrive on Friday night and Kymbell would have a cold beer ready when he walked through the door. The beer would be laced and ready to drink. Frank would pass out and Kymbell would molest him. In Kymbell’s mind it was not rape; it was just free sex with his friend. Frank would sleep two or three days. When he would wake up, his ass always felt funny. Kymbell would say, You got drunk and fell off the bed a few times. No wonder your ass hurts.

Occasionally, Kymbell would drive home to Brewton and visit Frank. By Christmas, Kymbell had been home three times. One day, while at the Brewton McDonalds, Kymbell expressed to Frank his overwhelming need to KILL. He confessed, I’ve killed two coeds, one food service worker and a homeless person since I started school. Frank asked him why. Kymbell answered, I’m addicted to it now. My addiction is any random person’s death. Frank, it’s my fucking candy; I can’t STOP! Frank replied, Kymbell you’ve always liked to kill things man. You are older and now animals do not make you HIGH anymore. People are what feed the addiction you hunt. Seriously you need help man, before you go to jail. Kymbell exclaimed, You’re my help Frank. Guess what, I am going to kill Karl Rutherford this weekend. Do you remember him, the bully from 5th period science class? Rutherford always thumped Kymbell’s ears on the bus and in school. When they were in class, he would shoot spitballs at Frank and Kymbell. Karl had an evil side to him and Kymbell hated it. Kymbell had desired to kill Karl for a long time. Kymbell exclaimed, Frank, I killed many cats when we were young. Some lost their lives due to my anger for Karl. In a few days I plan on killing that fucker!

Four days after Christmas, Kymbell planned to murder Karl. Karl worked at the paper mill in Brewton. Kymbell had inquired with his dad about Karl. His dad still worked at the mill and knew Karl. Karl worked the night shift and an occasional weekend. Kymbell and Frank stalked Karl’s movements for a couple of days. Each time, they followed Karl to work, then back to his home. His route was to the liquor store, then straight home. Karl lived behind the railroad tracks down in an old housing subdivision. On the 4th night, Frank drove and Kymbell sat patiently as they followed Karl. Kymbell had taken his dad’s machete. The machete was a family heirloom. It was crafted from an old sling blade and was razor sharp. Kymbell instructed Frank to run up close behind Karl’s truck. Karl made his way down highway 31. Right before he crossed the tracks, Frank drove up behind him. Frank shinned the high beams into Karl’s vehicle. To make it worse and to piss Karl off, Frank smashed on his horn. Karl stopped and burst from his truck! He walked towards Frank’s vehicle in a rage. He was cursing, yelling and he was pointing his shotgun! Kymbell stepped out of the truck. He was salivating for the impending execution!