Devil's Angels: God's Children

By Sgt. Pope Wayne Anthany Sr.

Young dysfunctional boy becomes an Insane Government Scientist before he is terminated he then is accepted into the Military but do being unable to adapt he is mentally discharge into a Society that is not ready for the Terrifying Horror that lives in the mind of Human-Isolation. He searches for a never-ending journey of terror that leads Law Enforcements into never ending pathways of unsolved Murders from Coast to Coast along with neighboring countries. Mystical heart stopping thriller with none stop action of War Death Betrayal in a time zone of Criminal Violence inexplicable attacks of rising unsolved questions of a notorious Predictor of Predictors when Families have no choice but to depend on each other for mere survival. The once most power Country in the World is at war with an uncontrollable Disease that rises from the Pits of Hell upon Humankind only the power of God Prayer and Hope while living in a World that the Gates of Revelation has been Open.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Jul 17, 2013
• ISBN: 9781475996487

Sgt. Pope Wayne Anthany Sr.

Hello, my name is Wayne Anthany Pope, I'm currently in the Army National Guard with over 17 years od service to this great country that we live in fighting for our freedom to live in our own way each day. This story that i've wrote come from a dream that I once had several years ago and it has taken me over several years to create this story that formed from one of many nightmares that somehow invades my sleep often. Having so may years of military training starting with the US Navy only after 4 days of graduation finding myself in a pair of boots when all the rest of my friends was partying until they can't stand anymore the summer away. I now believe that coming from poverty raised on a county welfare system living among every low life known to man has giving me many experiencies that other may not have encountered in there childhood to becoming an adult in this land of freedom. My qualifications to write this book expands from being born into this world of everlasting change to the man I've grown to become...Life to me is what you make it in this world, I 've seen so much death from all over the world up close and personal as a soldier but I've also experience it from my childhood and all that I can say is that every man or woman is giiving one chance to live on this earth to become what he or she wants and live there life to there chosen with or without someones opion good or bad. I say to the world or who ever shall read this...Be what you want to be as long as you live and breath'' Because all the Dead knows is that it is better to be alive...So forfill your goals while you are here to witness it happened and if not at least you know deep down that you did at least try and thaty all I'm doing while I'm here on this earth living in this small farming community call El Centro, Ca. but yet each year we are losing our small town to the making of a city and one day not long from now. There want be many friendly smiles and peoples asking you about your day while they greet you from the opposite direction...the city life will consumed the innocense and respect that live inside but fear itself will completly have taking over the love we have for the average human life within our presence far and near. I personally do my best to be kind to other no differnet from the way I was raised from a child. If i had just one special wish'' It wouldn't be fame money or riches beyond this world but the wish to heel the sick and feed the world. I love life and peoples of every nationality and maybe one day we may all learn to get along and live in peace...My life has had it share of pain and suffering but I know that good is waiting for me also and life is what you make it. I'm going to get in life what I as a man put into it and nothing more. I only want to create something that will be here long after I'm no longer apart of this world...Peace n Love to everyone on this planet we call Earth and remember a good hug gives a life time memory...May God Bless All Mankind.

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DEVIL’S ANGELS

GOD’S CHILDREN

SGT. POPE WAYNE ANTHANY SR.

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Devil’s Angels

God’s Children

Copyright © 2010, 2013 by Sgt. Pope Wayne Anthany Sr.

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iUniverse rev. date: 07/12/2013

CONTENTS

Dedication

Chapter One The Beginning

Chapter Two Government Education

Chapter Three Mr. Jenkins

Chapter Four The Old Building

Chapter Five Erika

Chapter Six The Search

Chapter Seven The Ice Cream Shop

Chapter Eight Innocence

Chapter Nine Rose Marry Santiago

Chapter Ten The Scientist

Chapter Eleven Birth Of Revelation

Chapter Twelve Incarceration

Chapter Thirteen The Escape

Chapter Fourteen The Ghost

Chapter Fifteen The Camper

Chapter Sixteen The Town Sheriff

Chapter Seventeen The House

Chapter Eighteen Beethoven Discovery

Chapter Nineteen Beethoven Freedom

Chapter Twenty Survival

Chapter Twenty-One The Rescue

Chapter Twenty-Two Revenge

Chapter Twenty-Three The Demon Revenge

Chapter Twenty-Four Staff Sergeant Mitchell

Chapter Twenty-Five Nurse Paterson

Chapter Twenty-Six Captain Larson

Chapter Twenty-Seven Destruction

Chapter Twenty-Eight The Devils Play Ground

Chapter Twenty-Nine Devil Feeding Ground

Chapter Thirty Hero

Chapter Thirty-One Opportunity

Chapter Thirty-Two Federal Bounty Hunter

Chapter Thirty-Three Operation Death Angel

Chapter Thirty-Four Mr. Mc. Alistair Crime Boss

Chapter Thirty-Five Battlefield Of Death

Chapter Thirty-Six A New Day

Chapter Thirty-Seven Betrayal

Chapter Thirty-Eight The Promotion

Chapter Thirty-Nine Until Death Do Us Apart

Chapter Forty Mistress

Chapter Forty-One Unknown Darkness

Chapter Forty-Two Guarding Angels

Chapter Forty-Three Home

Chapter Forty-Four Dumb N*G*A

Chapter Forty-Five President Barrack Obama Military Installation

Chapter Forty-Six Staff Sergeant Beto

Chapter Forty-Seven Mission Beach

Chapter Forty-Eight Thee Old Woman

Chapter Forty-Nine The Big Boss

Chapter Fifty Death And Poverty

Dedication

My’ Dad . . . Jake William Pope’ may his Soul R.I.P

My’ Mom . . . Pearl Rose Robinson’ may her Soul R.I.P

My’ Grand Mother n Father’ may your Souls R.I.P

My’ Step Dad . . . Carlee Peeples’ may his Soul R.I.P

My baby Brother . . . Jerry Allen Pope’ may your Soul R.I.P

My’ Aunties n Uncles n Cousins’ may your Souls R.I.P

For every birth born’ that has brought change for the better of Humankind’ for the World we must all share until we all stand before the Almighty to be Judge for the Life we once Dwell . . . to be Alive is the Blessing we have daily for once we depart this World of the Living. The . . . Dead exist no more among the ones that walk above ground that they now lay beneath.

Special Dedication

My brother’s n sisters

Mrs. George’ Annie Kay Richardson

Linda Faye Dickson

Mrs. Charles Anthany’ Yolanda Pope

Jackie Eileen Pope

William Jake Pope

Mrs. Carl’ Wendy Renae Dickson

My Children’s

Lacreashia Shantel Pope U.S. Navy

Wayne Anthany Pope U.S. Army

Monique Nicole Pope

Nicolas Cole Pope

Zavion Armad Pope

Ayla Amaya Pope

Jonathan Joshua Pope

CHAPTER ONE

The Beginning

T HIS STORY takes place in a small town just north of the Mexican Border’ it was the time of the great change within a divided America. I’m now stand holding this knife’ ready to take my own life knowing there is was no way out; fear has over taken my soul like never before while praying to God himself to save this life giving to me. My only wish’ was hoping that there is another way out especially knowing what these things are capable of doing to a human body one to many times and judging by the sound of their movement and awful smell. These are pure breed’ making them the worse to come in contact with’ there presence upon our world is like an uncontrollable spreading disease.

‘I’m surrounded by complete darkness holding my breath while been afraid to breath because of their radar hearing ability. It forced me to think about what I have done to this world. My raspy grandmother voice from beyond now lived in my ears’ it sounded of death that once came to her was now coming for me. She was daughter of Dying Bear of the Black Hill of Arkansas. Life came to her during the time of the falling snow.

I never knew much about her tribe the Black Foot Indian Nation but thru her came sixteen lives. Her words would never be forgotten’ while I live this life.

"Every child born has the ability to bring change.

I now know she was right, my birth is living proof. I have not just brought change but worldwide destruction and death’ acting as if I was higher than the almighty himself, wishing now that Genetic Medical Science were only an unachieved goal’ a passion that should have remain only a dream within poverty that I was born into.

Where do I start I still can’t believe what I have done for I am the creator who now only lives for death. I am in the presence of the Destroyer of Man! Still not understanding any of this even after all these years. Wondering where do I really start from. It is very hard to understand A person would have to lived in my shoes to really understand this insane madness."

I was once in a special government program, recruited from a Jr. College only a few miles north of the small town I grew up in. My science teacher Mr. Gienger who was a very well known and respected in his career’ he wrote many books on evolution leaving it all behind once he retired as a college Professor. It were only to my advantage that he had chosen to come out of retirement accepting a local teacher job’ giving back to the community that he so loved as a child to become the man that he was. I myself only knew him for a short time.

I guess this was his way of refusing to grow old’ defying the laws of death that now waited for him at his old age. We had become friends forcing me to wonder if he ever saw a little of himself in me at times plus I enjoy hearing his theories about life not to mention his adventures of living the life of a younger man that seem to take him in some kind of unknown twilight zone’ his youthful existence. It was long after, I had learned about him and his wife who seem to have the worst luck of anyone I ever known.

Losing all 3 of his kids to accidents one at a time until they where no longer on this earth, some peoples are born with destinies that will only bring hardship no matter how great there lives maybe and some are born to do nothing but evil by nature. I’m probably in between thinking how I will be judge for my sin’s one day when it all said and done… as time went on’ I had taking the opportunity that was giving to me. I found that what he had to teach me was nothing more than a blessing so I taking him up on his Special Study Program he had going on just before track season’ it soon became routine. It wasn’t long that he had encouraged me to run more off-season. I was never the athlete he thought I could be’ I wanted to know about chemicals.

Running wasn’t for me’ I wasn’t born with a silver spoon that somehow skipped my poor ass family but I was born with an over developed brain. My mom often said I was touched by the hands of God’ anytime she saw me reading any book in her sight. It taught me that there are many ignorant peoples born into in this world alone with writers who wrote senseless nothing but I listen and learn to comprehend the knowledge they had to give thinking when I was about 13. I read the bible; understanding it meaning’ discovering one to many flaws that even my Pastor couldn’t answer’ forcing me to wonder. How someone greater than man can create something so beautiful and destroy it at the same time… thou shall not kill’ yet God was a killer himself.

Mmmm"

Remembering the day’ I looked up during broad daylight’ I was about 14 years old when I saw the sun vanished into the sky’ leaving nothing but darkness without a star in sight. That moment reveal that my birth, were meant for something special’ blackness without stars represented never-ending time on my side before my existence depart like dust in a strong blowing wind. My mom say’ I was her only baby born without sight or sound until the 3rd day when both were giving to me from above pure. My first sound was that of not a normal baby cry but documented as a never heard before. It echoed throughout the hospital according to my mom’ they call me the Devil Baby.

My childhood was that of a un-love child, distance from my family’ out casted by those that walk in the image of God himself. My own Pastor spoke of me as the one that would bring nothing into this world but would take what were not mines according to his vision from God while speaking about how my soul that surface like a flower penetrating concrete. I often sat in church looking at a man who represented the true light but hated the birth that were sent into his world. My mom said and did nothing to fight the hate he had for an innocence child. His presence took away any good feeling I had’ robbing me of my energy it seemed’ knowing that one day. I will witness his departure from the living of this earth.

My vision came one day when he was preaching, a light displayed behind him overpowering the cross that he mounted behind him’ the sight of me standing over the ground that he will rest until the day of judgment’ for all that walk this earth. This I know will happen in my life as a child’ time was on my side more than his to come’ It wasn’t long after’ that day had come as I left my mom side and stood at the foot of his grave opposite of the Pastor who spoke of his greatness’ unaware that everyone attention was on me. My mom felt uneasy’ maybe even embarrass from those of righteousness facial expression and body movement.

I felt an unseen force enter me for a brief moment and control my body by taking dirt of the earth and kissing it before tossing it at the head of the Pastor that now await for the return of the Almighty. The ones who saw this event happening’ all jump back like if they were been strike at by a poisonous snakes. The coffin that he now rested in shook like a mighty earth quick from side to side rocking that we all stood upon for a brief moment while hearing sounds of souls gasping for air. It made the birds flee like thieves in day light from every tree near and far that taken on the sound’ the sky darken with birds ripping killing each other in flight before falling to the ground in injuries and death. It was a sight never seen before’ I myself fainted after seen 3 doves land above the Pastor grave’ it was like if I had been drained of the very life that God had giving me’ surrounded by death of what once represented peace.

Days after this had taken place’ it brought back memories un-welcome visitor that brought me out of my sleep around 3 am from some unknown source of coldness, causing me to cover myself for more warmth from the chills my body was experiencing. I covered myself the best I could but it wasn’t enough so I decide to go to the hallway where my mom kept spare blankets and when I return not wanting to take another step, seeing something not of this world sitting on my bed. I should have known something wasn’t right from the room temperature dropping the second I left, noticing my brother moving slightly in his bed kicking the cover off him and yet I was cold."

I wanted to run from the fear that was before me but I couldn’t somehow’ hearing a deepen voice that not just penetrated my ears but my very core echoing off the walls saying I am the Lucifer.

"Do not fear me! For I have known your soul before your birth’ if what you seek is vengeance’ for the one who walks in the light. It shall be giving to your soul like a new birth that comes from a mother.

This could be nothing more than a nightmare although I wasn’t sleep’ watching this image fade into nothing’ fear pour into my soul looking through the darkness feeling my heart beating like crazy. I rushed into my brother bed breathing heavily pulling the blankets over my head praying for the morning sun. I thought it was just a bad dream until that following morning’ the sight of seeing those extra cover lying on the floor where I had drop them. They were still folded’ several days passed bringing this strange penetrating pain where the Demon had touched.

I could do nothing but accept what was happing in my life especially this irritation mole surfacing on the left side of my lower psalm finding myself occasionally waking up past midnight only to hear demonic voices echoing off the walls about how vengeance will come’ ending the Soul of Light. It was just too confusing and to make it even worse, there were no one to tell’ my mom continued to keep me in the House of God month after month’ church seem to become my second home. This was a war I was for sure not to win so I didn’t even try while my deceased father made his way from where ever into my life without notice.

I had been force to attending my Pastor anniversary’ knowing it was only a matter of time before my name would surface but maybe it is just my way of thinking’ I was right when special prayer was announce. My mom didn’t make it any easier forcing me toward the Alter. I became the center of attention’ I saw nothing but hypocrites’ they call themselves Soldiers of God’ waiting the opportunity to look important’ itching to join the fight or there few minutes of fame wanting to feel important. I now stood before all who represented the Almighty’ wanting to laugh aloud but the smirk I had upon my face just wouldn’t disappear’ it seem like it only made them pray harder.

I knew nothing was going to come out of this nonsense like always’ no different from the last time I stood before these fools knowing none of them was holy to begin with while listening to them become louder by the second looking even crazier as my laughter now fill this church. The ones who waited now had their opportunity to feel important as they joined in’ I felt this inner burning power within me. It was indescribable’ my owed tears felt like ice rolling down my eyes’ the Pastors were placing their hand upon me. The irritating black mole that had been growing in left palm now burned like fire’ my tears turn blacker then the deepest ocean" I could hear the congregation chattering among each other knowing it was about me from what they just witness with their own eyes.

My mom felt more embarrassment the moment I glanced at her from a distance sitting among her righteous church members who mumbles when I past them only minutes ago on my way to the Alter. While standing my left hand has taken on a pain that I couldn’t handle anymore. The prayer became more intense that lights was now blinking’ the fan above spending out of control to a point of breaking away from the ceiling that held them. I saw the door opening from peoples who feared what was going on.

My owned Pastor who had taking my hand growing deeper in prayer’ producing tears himself’ the more he prayed. It was as if my pain was entering him somehow the more he spoke of Demons ridding this child of God’ the soul that you gave him from birth. The sound of his voice over powered all others who prayed by his side. My surprising laughter echoed throughout this House of God’ his follower stood on their feet’s praying. It was doing no good’ they were losing this fight. I do not know how it was possible but whatever left me was taking control of his body forcing his soul from the home that it had known from birth.

We all heard this Pastor mighty prayer become words of a baby’ he shivered like if he was freezing where he stood’ shaking aggressively’ his eyes became like the endless pit. He starred at something we couldn’t see before hitting the floor of his own church looking up at everyone with his arms spreaded outward, palm facing us like if he were being crucified’ on the cross. Silence had come about the room’ the sight of the other Pastors now avoided me like if I was Satan standing before them. It was awkward to see’ the sight of adults doing what they could to save his life was useless alone with their prayers.

God has left this man sides’ words I didn’t say but they came from my deepen change voice’ they echoed like thunder.

I felt my body making it way thru this circle of death. My eyesight was blurry at first but it was shocking to see the one who stood above me was at my feet’s’ it caused me to wonder who was greater’ for I’m a part of this world while he now lays lifeless’ in the very spot he once stood. No longer was he able to walk this earth or to do as he pleases’ there were a deeper force in me but yet! I couldn’t feel sorrow for a man who criticized more then he praise. It wasn’t his job to judge no matter what I have done. Only the God himself can judge me for what I have done. This made me wonder was that really the Lucifer who had come to me and was those his voices. I felt light headed and fainted myself that day after seeing the church double door open by themselves and slam to a point that it shook the Church my father ghost stood watching.

It wasn’t long after that his fossil of a wife had visited my mom informing her on the conclusion of her husband’s death saying how it was still unknown since he was healthier then a prize stallion race horse for a man his age. My life had change from that day forward making my family life no easier either plus I had developed a reputation from my surrounding communities, I remember that day like if it was yesterday dealing with the negativity that came my way from that day forward and now any innocence I had as a child was no more. I was Satan in the flesh even with prayer after prayer had become a part of my life’ my mom was like living with a Priest. We had so many religious artifacts in our house then most churches I knew put together, it had became creepy especially at night although I never stop believing that power of the Almighty.

You would have to be an idiot to believe in anything different. It isn’t hard to understand in today’s America especially if you are a child born in poverty like myself. There are times that even I cannot bare to watch another violence act that often happens in my neighborhood when I was growing up as a child thinking when I was fifteen when my mom left me alone departing me from the World of Religion. The church that I was raised had become less important in my life’ I had taking up a new hobby of death.

I would search the obituary section to see who died so I may attend there funerals if it was within distance and somehow in the process for some unknown explainable reason I develop this sickness of wanting to kiss the un-living whenever I could’ it was as if I was gaining spiritual knowledge that wasn’t taught in school. My warm lips would touch there cold dried dead skin’ each one gave a different feeling. The thought of being among different religions of peoples was fascinating as well but the Catholic was always the most interesting in there Cathedral House of Worship.

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CHAPTER TWO

Government Education

M Y EDUCATION continued throughout the next following years and as I predicted I graduate with honors, my next step was college but in my home’ just to graduate was an honor by itself. I was going to beat the system of poverty and county welfare, my knowledge was going to pay for it somehow. Wishful thinking is what I was told by all but I must give credit to my science teacher Mr. Gienger who had always taking a special interest in my education more than my own family in many ways. This man even acquired all the forms I need and he had taking the time to help me filled them out months before my graduation date. I started at a local Jr. College, it was a blessing that I left with a Associate Degree before moving on to this US Government Scientific Educational Program for the Gifted giving thanks once more to Mr. Gienger for making this happen as we had remained friends throughout my higher learning. This one of the two men’s" who had made a difference in my life, it brought forever change along with my step dad, remembering when I was a kid never forgetting how he told me I had more personal issues then he could handle but little that he knew’ my dad never left me.

However, if I needed him, I knew I could count on him although he often left me alone until he either sensed or smell when I was doing something that went against his rules of the house. Never forgetting how my mom was always concern about how I isolated myself from my seven idiot brothers and sisters who just thought I was strange loner in my own twisted screwed up demonic world but they all praised me on my smarts. I was often left" alone in my laboratory that was nothing more than storage but with the help of my step dad, this was the greatest laboratory in the world having everything I needed even a small window air conditions system and an outgoing fan if needed. As long as I played by my parent rules knowing they could enter without my permission or warning as this was their way from keeping me getting to crazy.

This was their way of keeping me in check even though they pretty much left me alone accept for when my mom complained about my strange unpredictability forcing me adapt to what they expected from me. It didn’t take long before I found ways to hide thing in open sight discovering the power of digging and depending on the seasons that often kept things cooler underground but once I entered this Government Program, it gave me the opportunity to study with some of the smartest peoples in the world. Working with civilian was always more of a problem with all of their regulation restricting me from doing so much more then I wanted to, I had even had my ideals shut down before even reviewing it before the board is how bad it had become, I felt myself being look at like a nut case at time.

It just wasn’t fair but when it was all said and done’ I has been giving the opportunity of an lifetime having 8 years of higher learning attach with a Medical Science Degree to fall back on if need in my future. I even made medical history discovering a cure for a very rare colon cancer from an experiment gone bad, I was even consider for the Nobel Peace Prize from it, maybe next time I might even receive it, Who knows aside God himself. It wasn’t long before I had developed a name for myself. It had been giving to me by my co-workers, calling me an insane maniac making me the most monitored man in this place even when I went to study at other Laboratories. It was as if I was giving a list of do and don’ts before I even arrived in there Facility thinking I was been single out because of my nationality but at the same time giving respect by others.

I had to learn to hold my tongue since 90% of the people I work with were Caucasians and I was this brilliant little black kid born in poverty. I work around men’s that was old enough to be my grandfather and younger one that were rich enough to buy me and my family if this was modern day slavery easily. I cannot even remember how many negativity counseling I have signed because of my failure to obey the rules before me with unauthorized experiments I often done.

The only comforts I had was the white females who thought I was just a charming chocolate prince full of compliments, I even said nice thing to the lady’s that was so homely looking that if they didn’t have brain they wouldn’t even have a life at all plus the majority was very boring with dull personalities. Education seem to be all they had going for themselves but to my knowledge, they were born in this world to be a woman first and even if they were fat and ugly, they still loved to be told how pretty they are and that where I came in taking advantage whenever I could. I showered them with compliments even the ones that looked like they gotten beating down by Los Angeles Police Department with a dozen ugly sticks and big bodies who best friend was the refrigerator but I found comfort in them more than the other men’s who wanted the really good looking females. Nevertheless, I didn’t really care much for them who thought there poop doesn’t come with an odor especially Sofia.

She was a natural red head who swore she was a blond but down stairs proved me right even though I never mention it to her plus I had slip something in her drink one night when we were hanging out. It was stupid of me to do that but I did and if she knew I had taken advantage of her. My African ass would be in the bottom of some white man prison by now, I hesitated on giving her the answer she wanted to hear about our involvement’ it was best to play the dumb ignorant nigga right now about what happen that night between us’ my relationship with my overweight plumper was to important to me on losing. She kept money in my pocket as long as she felt I was faithful to her. Professor Gretchen was much older than me but she was mines and she had her own private laboratory’ my only wish was that she use a razor downstairs; she was my bush monster but after a while the jungle isn’t that bad’ it can be fun.

There was no need to complain with my sugar momma even though she was my mom’s age maybe older. I never asked. However, deep down I really cared about her because she had this freaky fetish with young interns and often let me play them from time to time if I remain her good little house boy. It like that old saying about keeping your enemy close and your friends closer"

I didn’t mine as long as she let me do what I wanted in her own private laboratory. It was really good while it lasted’ My time was ending so I decided to put in a request to do another four-year term but bad news had come that I didn’t want to see’ my black ass had been denied reenlistment into this program due to one too many negative incidents over my years here.

It was all bullshit but there were nothing I could but accept it and move on with life My remaining 3 month had come faster than expected before I had been call into the office. This was nothing more than a surprise’ I stood before a Board. They stared harshly for several minutes without words until one of them said they had another opportunity for me. I stood there amaze of what they had just offered me. I had no intentions on been I some ones military systems knowing real bullets kills" this was the day I was to received my walking papers from this Institution.

I ended up signing many more documents about how I will never reveal what I have seen or what I was expose to thinking about when my high school teacher congratulated me upon my acceptance in this program saying how he believed I was going to do something that is going to change humankind forever. I now know that he was wrong, I did nothing to change this world and when I did’ it was taking by another. It wasn’t after I had taken them up on their offer and enlisted into the a four year Naval Program after imagining myself doing real manual labors’ I had been spoil here but floating in the middle of the ocean that I couldn’t touch or fighting storms’ this wasn’t the carrier for me.

So’ the first opportunity I had returned home after saving up the majority of my money living fat off the government. It funny how fast years can pass when there is not much going on in your life but traveling around the world wasting time’ it all happen in the blink of an eye. I spent the majority of my time studying biology thinking of the girls I once knew’ my days of a whoremonger until I found my money been spent and nothing coming in’ it forced me to look for work so the first opportunity came. I had jumped at the offer accepting a job as a dispatcher even though I was over qualified’ it force me to be another Tom Dick and Harry’ I was a nobody once more.

Man biggest enemy is not death. It is boredom.

I missed my past life that I once treasured’ this life was nothing no more than getting up going to a dead end job’ feeling like the government was the only one benefiting by taking what not there before I even see it. We are all nothing more than government bustards from birth in their game of world chess. It’s make you feel less than nothing even though you do your hardest to feel existence as you inhale control and exhale your very freedom that exist within… surrendering without a fight, so it seems… Federal Bullshit until death takes us away. I have witness so many years passing me bye’ bringing my 12 years of Government Service to something that seem like nothing, this deadbeat smelly farming town was to be my punishment of what my life use to be. The life of a Scientist’ top secret documents. Now stripped to nothing because of my one too many illegal experiment’

It was all over once I sign on the dotted’ no longer can I even think of practicing what I had been taught for by the U S Government’ they gave me no choice but to follow the rules or face on the spot imprisonment. Knowing that from moment on that my life would be monitor like slaves on the plantation by forever strangers who may cross my path daily’ electronic device that remain invisible but even has the capability to capture even the gases that escape me. However, maybe it was just my imagination that somehow developing from fear of what I once was. I often would take long walks in Buckling Park or in nice neighborhoods while having interesting conversation with myself. The site of birds flying freely above places that I could never reach’ such freedom that earthbound species like myself will never be able to reach from God giving birth.

I thought of my projects of what I use to do back in the day’ it caused me to study the way they lived’ how they hunt the hunter while still protecting what there’s, this to me was heart stopping. Their ability was remarkable although it was never giving to humans. In my eyes, birds were perfect predators’ traveling throughout the world’ adapting to new environments’ changing with each generation. It’s not hard to see their inner peace but also the danger that lived within them.

Vultures has to be the most impressive’ eating death… carnivores’ they are in every part of the world. It’s our luck that they feed on what not living. It is to man advantage that God not let them come into this world aggressive by birth or we as man would be in serious trouble’ threaten by a predator from above.

CHAPTER THREE

Mr. Jenkins

T HIS ALONE had taking me back to a time when I was walking home coming upon an older part of the city that stood of more then a hundred years’ this one particular building had caught my attention. It seem to be in better condition then the rest that should have been torn down years ago but the city kept them standing not knowing why but they existed. It didn’t take long to find out who actually owned it from the County Tax Collector. I had been giving the information I needed once I let them know I was interested in buying it somehow. What was a innocent face to face flirting from Ms. Charlotte who had giving all I needed to know turn out to be sexual relationship after she realized that I wasn’t married

It was sad that I was never going to take her serious but at the same time; I didn’t want to lose what I had with her. She was far from pretty or even attractive but the sex was disease free and that was good enough for me or while it lasted but trying to locate the owner was like chasing a ghost. I constantly was knocking at his door, leaving note after note. It had taking me awhile to find this man until one day at a local mall minding my owned business watching peoples walk back and forth, mostly females’ noticing this old man fitting the description that his neighbor had describe him. I had gotten near him thinking how I could strike up a conversation not wanting to invade his alone time but remembering that I was told that this is where I might find him plus I had been told that once the sun goes down’ he doesn’t open his door for no one.

Some peoples are funny like but it was this or nothing. I was taking it upon myself to ask him if I could join him doing his sit down time. He must be here watching peoples just as I would have been doing’ he said nothing to me but stared like if I was going to harm him or something. He never smiled once at me while I now stood waiting’ reading his body language watching for any sign of acceptance.

I was beginning to look stupid about to leave until he heard me say have a good day sir, sorry for bothering you" I had been stop while listening to him asked me.

What can I do ya foe Sonny? Still without a smile

I had turned around asking him if he owned a building east of main street’ by the old train station. Apologizing once again’ not knowing why" Maybe I was just nervous of this leathery looking old man who made me kept repeating myself’ about the old building he owned. He just looked at me for a second before saying why don’t ya be seated’ why don’t ya.

I was learning a lot about that building while he kept explaining to me about the building history’ I guest he didn’t have to go into direct details but it made me have more respect for this old man. He was been honest and truthful from the minute he started talking. It was like if he was giving me a choice before making up my mind’ from what im hearing. It seemed to have this real old spooky history. The looked alone had giving me that theory from the beginning.

I was getting more information then what I bargain for’ he begun speaking of his wife who had died in her early 40’s. He claimed the building had a soul of it owned’ he repeated himself several times along with how the doctors never had a clue of her slow painful death. I couldn’t help but to ask what line of business were they in while thinking how this man had some real insanity issues. It was better that I just keep listen to this old silver haired balding man. He had to be in his early 80’s breathing heavily from each word he spoke while firing up another cigarette.

I watch him take several drinks from an old faded looking flask’ worn out from age maybe. His voice became so low that I had to get closer to just concentrated on understanding what he was saying while coughing between his words while spitting on me at the same time without a care in the world or apologizing’ rudeness is what I gather. Everyone around here could smell that awful cheap homemade cancer stick while noticing his uncontrollable shaken hands. I said nothing holding back from coughing myself trying not to make him feel uneasy from the smoke floating around invading everyone personal space, knowing peoples wanted to say something to him but no one did’ not even the boyish looking mall security who was ball-less. He only looked while walking doing nothing.

I found out that before the city change it regulation about livestock. Him and his deceased wife sold chickens ducks, turkey and sometime pigs, sheep’s and goats. I could tell this man was very lonely inside and how that building once belong to his wife who had come from an wealthy family, he ramble on and on about how it was given to them as a wedding present to do as they please with. That had gotten them in the livestock business I guess’ she must to had been some nature lover’ not that I really cared.

I was beginning to think that I have heard enough looking at my watch seeing that an entire hour had past losing count of how many cigarettes this man has smoke noticing an older guard approaching us from a distance. I think he is just coming on shift, I knew he was going to ask him to stop smoking or go outside. He didn’t look like the type to play with old stubborn senior citizens like this one. My guest was right’ it only taking a few harsh words and direct eye contact’ I watch him rudely smashed it into the fancy cemented floor.

Hostility and aggression was nothing more then a standoff between these two angry bulls but I could tell he wanted to punch this old man from the look he had giving him. This guard even look at me like if it was my fault but I could do nothing but put my head down for a brief second while listening to him talk about what he call the olden days.

He kept preaching about how about how peoples often bought animals for the purpose of raising them for food, feeding their families, restocking their farms with fresh animals while they grew garden, he kept getting louder and louder. This man really did have personal problems, yelling how the world has gone crazy.

I couldn’t stop looking at my watch, I wanted to get right down to business but he continues yelling how all the good days are gone now saying if you won’t something now you just go buy it from the store. Several hours of sitting with this man learning how they were not able to produce kids. He eventually asked me to come by his home around high noon. It had gotten hard to understand this man words he was using but I kept my promise showing up past noon that next day, he had nothing on his wall accept pictures of his oversize wife with his arm halfway around her big body.

I personally don’t blame her family for giving them this old creepy building as a wedding gift wondering was it for the reason for him never to leave her although I must say better him then me any day if. I myself personally wouldn’t want that lifetime job and from the looks of her’ she ate more livestock then they sold. That what cause her death’ it was far from the exorcism he spoke about concerning his whale of a wife. I couldn’t feel sorry for him but I knew it was her big body whale of a weight that taking her from this world or the loss of her 2 children’s who never even had a chance to breath there 1st breath.

It was told that one died inside of her while the other was a crib death’ this was too much for me to bare noticing tears in my eyes asking me if I was a girlie boy after seeing tears in my eyes. It made me think why God give peoples who accomplish nothing in life so much and hard working peoples a life of sorrow looking at the old man asking me what did I want with such an old building that size? I didn’t know what to say at first. Therefore, I decide to tell him the honest truth explaining how I use to be a scientist studying DNA receiving most of my knowledge from Uncle Sam himself in Government Science Program watching his reaction knowing this man was no push over but from the look in his historical eyes, he was probably really good at studying people’s behavior.

This grumpy grippe old man actually made me feel good when he asked me was I searching for a cure for cancer until he asked me if I was one of those wackiest set out to destroy the world with crazy illegal experiments noticing that he was actually waiting for a response until I said no! I’m not that person watching him stared at me like if I was lying directly to his face saying nothing until I heard the word money… I knew I could afford it if I lived bread and water. I watch his facial expression to see if the joke I made might get some laughter out of this man, but there was nothing, realizing that this man had not one funny bone in his body. I had informed him about my saving account and I was ready to buy if he was ready to sell his old 2-story building.

I couldn’t stop thinking how good of a sell it would be if the price was right. I really wanted this piece of the early 1900’s history. I was shock when he asked me if I was one of those fruity. Nothing I could say but be silent until he asked again. This man really was crazy is all I was thinking while I stood like a statue watching him turning his hand in an up down motion repeatedly frowning, raising his silver colored eyebrows up until I said no Sir! Informing him that I had several kids along with child support to go with it" Listening to him say. You must make a lot of money son. Thinking why did I just tell him a lie like that. He may think I cannot afford his building now. Somehow’ he found that to be the most hilarious.

Not knowing why this old man couldn’t stop laughing watching his pale looking face turn bright red listening to him shout I like you boy. It was a relief to hear him say’ give me what you can afford son. I shook his hand happily wanting to write him a check now knowing it was going to take a large chunk of money from my account but it would be worth every shiny penny, I had been told to come back in a few weeks while he look into the paper work.

All I can do now is hope everything works itself out praying that negativity doesn’t find me no time soon. This man had a lot on his mind and I had no choice but to listen to him talk like if there wasn’t going to be a tomorrow. I had learned that the city has been a pain in his butt for more than forty years now plus he has rented it out to many businesses and somehow they have fail in one way or the other. I had taken the key he handed me from one of 40 he had hanging from his waist connected to a steel chain like if he were a prison guard or something warning me of spiders, snakes and any other little creepy crawly that has probably found their way inside.

I now wanted to leave but he started telling me of this living quarters he had set up in the building, It was impressing and now I couldn’t wait to see the inside of that old 2 story building still not really knowing what I’m going to do with this massive building. It was an unbelievable that I might be the new owner, praying now that everything goes through, I had said my goodbyes finding myself pulling into this parking area that now seem to be much smaller than I thought. I never notice all these railroads track front and back of it.

This building really needed major repairs from the outside but once I had gotten inside it was an entire different pictures. I could do nothing but stop and look having this really odd feeling almost like if I wasn’t alone in this place’ wondering if I should stop or keep exploring. It really was in good condition except for the peeling paint from the walls, it had several broken windows and rusty bars covering them.

It there was ever a fire. I know I’m screwed and the first floor was nothing more than a maze with numerous rooms that could be use for anything but once I gotten to the stairs, I hesitated on taking another step from fear of what may be lurking around these darken corners. Layer after layer of dust, It was going to be a war cleaning this place. Maybe I could get the National Guard to help me especially with the mile of spider webs burying this awful grey prison colored paint that was only enhancing the creepiness of this place.

There was a very pungent odor throughout this entire place smelling like death thinking maybe it was just my imagination while I headed toward the second floor noticing something that had brought me to a complete stand still wondering what the hell was this place was at one time. Fear begin to race through my mind but curiosity just wouldn’t allow it forcing me to take another step forward until I stood there without movement before reaching pulling out these long squeaky metal drawers built into the wall. They had to have been at least 8 feet long counting at least 12 of them.

This place had more history then I thought knowing now it had to be some type of medical center or something looking at these old dingy white floors discovering military style beds trailing each other on both sides one room after another. This was just to creepy even for me, I had to get out of this area needing fresh air but once I gotten down stares I had taking a moment to myself, realizing that I was lucky to be buying this place no matter what it was before

I had driven off only to return the key to the owner later hoping to get there before the sun goes completely down looking back in my rearview seeing something out of the ordinary on one of the upper floors’ causing me to stop the car. I had gotten out to take a closer, it look like a child inside. I watched slowly fade away when I decided to move closer’ this scared the hell out of me. I had to get away from this place thinking it was just my imagination or shadows from the setting sun or something.

It had giving me time to think before arriving at Mr. Jenkins home. I stood there knocking like a mad man until deciding to leave thinking maybe, he wasn’t home or maybe he was in one of those old men’s who sleeping habit wasn’t far from death. Several minutes had gone by before I decided to leave and that when I heard the sound of his old wooden door opening’ he greeted me very strangely before actually inviting me inside his home. I just look at him standing there like if I was a total stranger looking around outside like if he was expecting someone other than me. I didn’t know what to say or how to act from the way he stood there zombie like before inviting me inside his home once more. Once inside’ this man home could be a museum with his antique furniture.

This house could also be a set up for some horror movie’ this man must live the life of a hermit and from the looks I bet he has even separated himself peoples especially females. There were layers and layers of dust along with spider webs hanging high in every corner of these high ceiling walls. The sight of healthy oversize roaches crawling through nasty looking expired food made me actually want to vomit. I couldn’t help but to think how can anyone live in this filthy environment and call it a home but like they say different strokes for different folks and to each it own I guess. This wasn’t my castle looking around thinking of something nice to say but there was nothing nice about this place.

Therefore, I complemented him anyway while wanting to shake my head saying you have a very nice place here’ Mr. Jenkins listens to me while I listening to say something I couldn’t understand in his old man language. He had a look on his face like if I was being a smart ass or something. He pointed towards an old faded looking chair’ it alone made me feel creepy inside’ This place already made me uncomfortable around him. I watched him get a couple of beers from his old grimy looking refrigerator that sat in the filthy darken corner of his room’ noticing molded looking food before he closed the door. I saw him glanced at me from the corner of his eyes pointing again at a stained filled chair again for me to sit as if I was a child. This man never once took his eyes off me’ this told me that he trusted no one’ not even me.

I just sat down and it became hard for me to take my eyes off him. This chair had giving me a strange feeling that something bad once happen in it. I jump up quickly the moment I felt something tried to pull me into it.

What wrong with you boy?

Nothing Sir I yelled back aggressively.

I just stood watching him move about his home mumbling’ talking too himself while searching for whatever. I was ready to get the hell out of this house at any giving minute looking at all the locks on the door wondering what has this man been doing all these invisible years separating himself from the rest of the world altogether. I have read books about peoples like this who end up in prison living on fame more than guilt for what they have done. Most of time someone takes it upon themselves visioning a profit from people like him, making movies about serial psychopath or eventually they search for fame themselves wanting everyone to know there wrath of evil before leaving this world learning that most insane crazy mast murderer are rarely caught.

I myself have no sympathy for anyone who takes another life especially innocent peoples rather they are rich or poor, I think that we all just trying to live our lives the best way we can. I have no respect for cold-blooded heartless killers who have no respect for life. I stood waiting until he asked me my opinion about what he had just said I had no choice but to agree with him while watching him reach into an old dresser drawer like if he had a gun or something stash inside of it. I said something stupid forgetting what he said earlier. He responded harshly

I wasn’t paying attention. Thinking more about what he was doing that I couldn’t see. Asking him to repeat himself Knowing deep down I just wanted to get my black ass out of here and now while looking at this creepy looking chair" Especially since no one knew that I was even at this man house. I watched him turned around grinning like if I was going to be his next victim thinking that my mind was now playing tricks on me looking around seeing no pictures of family or nothing but swear I saw my dad ghost for a brief second looking at me.

I heard him close the dresser drawer but he still didn’t turn around but I could hear him mumbling to himself in a tone I couldn’t make out what he was saying. I knew he had something in his hand that I couldn’t see since he was slightly bent over concealing whatever it was. I had begun to feel my pockets over and over searching for my knife I usually carry finding nothing while trying to concentrate on his mumbling at the same time noticing that this old man had the door lock several times wondering why would he do that. I instantly started looking for another escape route just in case this old fool gets even a little crazy.

I wasn’t ready to die by another unknown serial killer" Seeing how he fit the perfect description been a lonely old man and even worse a white man. I listen to him holding an ink pen in his hand telling me how he does not see much of a problem discussing a payment plan. I felt like if there was more on his mind that he wasn’t really telling me making old folk’s jokes that were way before my birth. I didn’t understand laughing at them but it was the right thing to laugh politically out loud anyways trying to be friendly while watching him take a seat in that creepy chair.

This man had begun to showing me several old wrinkled torn papers’ this man was far from being smart and lacking basic intelligence’ he pointed out several key words before instructing me to signed my name at the bottom of each page. I don’t think he could read very well from the way he kept repeating how he had County business the following Monday after the first full moon of the following week. I hesitated on taken the old grimy stained ink pen that he offered m e plus it looked like he had dried poop on it. I stood there a little bit longer trying not to drink the beer he had giving me. It might have been his or he done something to it. I didn’t know because I did not open it up’ he did. I should have showed more respect for his house for the kindness he attempted to show.

I had taken one last look at him while on my way out the door and that when he stop me saying that there was something he had to tell me. I watched him paused for a brief second before repeating himself again about the building history.

I like you son, so I have to tell you that are not the first to take interest in that old building as his voice deepen while constantly coughing trying to talk while covering his mouth with some dingy torn rag maybe from a shirt.

I stop and listening to what he had to say seeing a powerful weird look in his eyes saying that there has been many before you and no one has seem to wont to operate long in that building. He claim something wasn’t right about that place’ repeating himself saying how all of them who ever tried have failed eventually. He spoke how every time he entered’ all he wanted to do was get the hell out just as fast.

Do you believe! He shouted.

What in the hell was this old man talking about is all I could asked myself but he shouted again the same thing loudly like if I was deaf or something. I just stood there until he shouted spirits. I now wanted to laugh but I kept it professional.

Ghost the Supernatural Demons’ he shouted once more.

The sound of his voice had given me shivers’ his facial expression alone making my legs weaken’ while I stood before him. "Asking him what Sir? My voice weakens from freight while waiting to hear what this crazy old man had to say’ he explained strange unknown sounds’ darken images; things happing in the night causing the animals to act out violently. I listen even more because his voice became louder saying you must know these things of evil.

What evil you are talking about’

That is when he shouted even louder. Surprising me even more’ I instantly tried to back up