The Celine Bower Story: Chronicle One

By Carly Brown

Celine Bower is a hometown girl living the quiet life and a successful veterinarian. She is twenty-six year sold. Then, she is drugged, kidnapped and gang-raped. The local police seem to be unable to find out who did it. Celine and her best frienddream of ways of getting even with the men responsible for her trauma and the crime. Thoughts of revenge consume Celine. Then a seemingly supernaturalforce gives her a sudden insight into who her unknown attackers are and also where she can find them. Systematically and unknown to anybody, she seeks out the assailants and strikes back viciously seeking her revenge Everyone in town begins to look for the mystery woman committing these acts of vengeance. Can Celine keep her true identity secret while she creates this new vengeful creature? Can she eliminate these predators before her own identity is revealed?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mosaic Press
• Release date: Apr 27, 2021
• ISBN: 9781771614771

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Chapter 1

So, what’s your name, handsome? the woman said as she turned and smiled at John Scott with a twinkle in her eye. She had just sat down on a stool at the bar when he walked up behind her and smiled. John noticed her walking in and couldn’t help himself; he was bored, and the woman was beautiful. She had her shiny brown hair long and loose, and was wearing a black leather biker jacket, and a tight black sweater that hugged her curves in all the right places. She looked hot in her skinny jeans and boots. And she was alone, he had to say something to her.

John, he said smoothly, while running his fingers through his hair. He looked around quickly to see that no one was thinking of joining them and cutting his grass. I was just hanging out, but, uh, I could show you a good time.

Then let me get you a drink, John. What would you like? the woman said, reaching for her wallet from her handbag on the floor in front of them.

Well, uh…what have you got? John said smiling, looking at her cleavage as she bent down in front of him.

I’m getting a Jack and Coke. Do you want one? she asked as she sat upright with her wallet in her hand and made eye contact with the bartender.

Jack and Coke? Wow, you really know what you’re doing, he said with a big smile, as the bartender walked up to them ready to take their order.

Well, I don’t fool around when it comes to having a good time… if you know what I mean? she said smiling then turned to the bartender.

"I do know what you mean, John said with a sly smile, And I’ll think I’ll try a Jack and Coke myself." He said as he pulled out the last vacant stool beside her and sat down. The brunette gave her order to the bartender and turned to him with a smile on her face.

John Scott looked as though he had won the lottery as he accepted his drink and made himself more comfortable on the stool beside his seductive, new drinking companion. Whenever the brunette would turn her head, John glared around at the other guys in the place as if to dare them to try and interfere. For every drink she ordered for herself, the brunette would order a double for John. After his third double John’s cheeks picked up a soft, rosy hue, and conversation became a bit more difficult. At one point, John slurred in her direction that he was going outside for a cigarette. He leaned close to her ear to ask her if she wanted to join him but she no. John smiled stupidly then pushed himself up off his stool with some effort and reached into his coat pocket for his cigarettes and lighter.

Do you want another drink? The woman said sweetly as she watched him attempt to steady himself.

Yeah…, he said slowly as he smacked his lips, then looked at her and said in seriousness. You better make it a beer though…Jack and coke sucks. John’s eyes were glassy and blood-shot as he teetered in front of her with his cigarettes and lighter in his hand. His head tipped forward slightly causing his dirty blond hair to spill into his face.

What, you can’t handle the hard liquor, John? She said and laughed as she watched him in amusement. I’d better find me a new drinking buddy while you’re gone. she said teasingly as she gently patted him on the arm. "One that can handle his booze."

Hey...what? Yeah, you better be here alone when I get back, John said a little too loudly then turned and headed in the direction of the exit doors. He stumbled into a table full of patrons on his way then corrected himself and walked out the door.

The woman ordered John’s beer before he even made it to the ashcan and smoking area outside. John struck up a conversation with one of the regulars while he lit his cigarette and bragged about the woman that waited for him inside the bar. After paying the bartender and leaving a hefty tip, the brunette reached inside her boot and pulled out a tiny vial filled with white powder and held it in her hand. She opened it carefully then reached across the bar for John’s beer with her free hand and put it between her legs. She tipped the contents of the vial into the mouth of the beer, shook it gently, then glanced down at the rim. Satisfied, she looked around at all the drunken strangers with a pretty smile on her face then casually placed the bottle of beer back on the bar in front of John’s stool. The brunette was flagging down the bartender just as John walked back inside. He stumbled in her direction pointing at the neon sign at the back of the building, then mouthed the words, ‘gotta take a piss’. She nodded and smiled.

The bartender brought a shot glass over, placed it beside John’s beer, took the money the woman had lying on the bar and walked away. John drifted back over with a smile on his face and stood wiping his wet hands on the front of his jeans.

What’s this? he said slowly, pointing to the full shot glass that sat beside his beer.

It’s a Snake Bite… something different, like you said. Are you gonna do it…or should I find someone else? she said as she pointed to the glass.

Where’s yours? he said with a smile, looking around the bar.

This one is for you…do it, she said as she picked up the shot and handed it to him.

John sniffed it, opened his mouth and poured it down his throat. He coughed and sputtered right away, then reached for his beer on the bar. She laughed.

Holy shit! What was that? he demanded as he wiped his mouth on his sleeve, his eyes watering.

It was a Snake Bite, whiskey and tequila. You like? she said giggling.

Hell no, burned all the way down. But something tells me that you’re trying to get me drunk, woman, he said as he threw the shot glass down on the bar with a bang and teetered back on his feet.

Get you drunk? C’mon, John. Why would I do something like that? she said mischievously.

Because you want me, he said slowly, expelling a burp. John grinned as he looked down at the front of his pants.

Is it that obvious? she said, her beautiful eyes twinkling in the warm light of the over-hanging lamps.

It is… but you can’t help it, he said, suddenly grasping the bar to keep his balance. He leaned in closely as he whispered in her ear. but you’re pretty hot. His breath reeked of cigarettes, alcohol, and the steak sub he must have had for dinner.

I am? she said flirtatiously, then threw her head back and laughed.

Yeah, like…really smoking hot. Man, I’d rip your clothes off and bang you right here, he said and motioned like he was holding her hips and thrusting his pelvis in her direction.

Well, I wish I’d known that before I wasted all this money on you, she said and laughed, then looked into his eyes.

Shee it! Funny and sexy as hell! Where have you been all my life, woman? he said then laughed loudly at his own joke before slamming into her, sending them both crashing into the bar.

Who’s to say? She said and laughed, then straightened up in her seat. The woman stroked John’s arm as he held onto the bar, then leaned toward him and said in a breathy whisper. I have an idea you might like, she said, turning to face him and looking into his glassy, blood-shot eyes. "Let’s get a room tonight. I’ve had enough fun here… but our night isn’t over yet. I know a place. Are you in… or do you need to think about it?" she asked as she leaned her head toward him and brushed her cheek against his chest.

John looked down at her nice round breasts peeking out from under her low-cut shirt and smelled the sweet perfume that surrounded her like a warm breeze. He looked at the curve of her buttocks with hunger in his eyes.

You gotta a car? he said, looking up, holding onto the bar for support.

Yes, I do, she said to him with a smile.

Then let’s get the hell outta here, John said quickly. He slammed his beer down on the bar and turned immediately in the direction of the exit doors. The woman remained seated and grabbed his arm. He turned in her direction and saw that she hadn’t moved a muscle.

Don’t you want to finish your beer? she said sweetly, giving him the bottle.

Sure… no point in wasting alcohol. Bottoms up, I know yours will be, he said and laughed, then opened his hatch and downed his bottle of beer.

Chapter 2

Few people watched as they walked out of the bar into the cool night air. John stumbled forward ahead of her and pushed open the double doors. He took a deep breath as he stepped outside while his new friend walked up behind him and put her arm around his waist. She guided him to her car as she unlocked the doors. Opening the door and helping him into his seat, the brunette reached across his body and put on his seat belt for him. John was snoring softly by the time she walked around the car to her own door. She got inside, fastened her seat belt, started the engine and drove out of the parking lot.

The woman drove for miles down the city streets with John Scott unconscious beside her. They passed fast-food restaurants and hotel chains, mini-malls with 24-hour convenience stores, camp grounds, massage parlors and a strip club. They were on the same road for about twenty minutes before she stopped and turned at a green light. She continued driving a few miles down the quiet road before turning slowly into a dark unmarked driveway. She drove her car deep into the lot, before stopping and turning off the engine. The brunette turned to her passenger and smiled.

Wake up, she said as she patted his face lightly with the palm of her hand.

What? What’s going on? John said as he was roused from his slumber.

Come on, John, we’re here now. Don’t you want to go inside? she said taking off her seat belt then reaching over to undo John’s.

John flinched then sat momentarily as he tried to shake off the drowsy feeling. He was also trying to figure out where he was. John sat for a moment before he noticed the woman and squinted while he looked in her direction. She smiled at him then reached across to push open his door. John hoisted himself up slowly and stepped one foot out of the car. His knees buckled under him and he fell hard to the dark ground. The woman jumped out quickly and slammed her door as she ran to his side to help him up. John tried but couldn’t push himself up on his own, so she lowered her body and put his arm around her waist. The woman helped him stand then they walked that way in the direction of the only light in the pitch-black night. The gravel crunched loudly under their feet and echoed off the tall trees as they slowly made their way across the lot. As he got closer and more coherent John realized that he was coming upon an ugly, little, one- room shack. It had a dim light coming from behind a flimsy, ripped curtain on one of the tiny, broken windows. He stopped and turned to her, she turned and smiled.

This ain’t no hotel. Where are we? he said with a thick tongue as he looked in every direction while teetering back on his feet. She held tightly and steadied him as they stood in the darkness.

"We are not at a hotel because this is my own special place. It’s somewhere I wanted to share with you, she said, tossing her long hair back behind her shoulders. And… there’s no one around to hear us if we’re loud, she said in a low, sexy voice as she reached up with her free hand and gently caressed his face with the side of her hand. Come in and share tonight with me, John. It’ll change your life forever." She said then tightened her arm around his waist and pulled him toward the shack and up the creaking stairs.

John was complacent as a puppy and smiled stupidly as he remembered how hot he thought she was. He let her lead him through the door because he was too drunk to argue and too horny to care. She walked in ahead of him and pointed him to the only piece of furniture that was available in the small room. John stumbled around stupidly in the tiny space, trying with some difficulty to locate the old wooden stool. He found it, circled it then dropped down with a heavy thud. There was some difficulty with him trying to keep his balance, but he was able to remain seated once he rested his elbows on his knees and bent his head forward. John’s head hung low and heavy until his mouth fell open and a pool of saliva began to gather at his feet.

John twitched when he heard the woman’s heels clicking on the floorboards as she came to a stop in front of him. He couldn’t move much anymore so she bent down and grabbed a handful of his hair then pulled his head up to face her. John had difficulty opening his blood-shot eyes, but once he did he noticed immediately that the woman he had been talking to in the bar was not the same one that stood before him in that tiny, darkened shack. The woman at the bar appeared sexy and fun, but this woman standing before him, holding his hair, seemed to radiate an intense inner-light that he hadn’t noticed before. Her fierce energy filled the small room.

Look at me. she said fiercely, gripping his hair and shaking his head.

Sexy girl, he said slowly, turning his head, looking around the tiny space. Hey…I thought we were going to bang. John said as his eyes rolled back in his head.

Look at me, you vile piece of shit, she said as she stood holding him, her eyes filled with anger.

Sexy girl, he said in a thick mumble as he turned up to her and smiled.

The woman watched him laugh, then bent down. She was stock-still as she looked into his eyes and said in a deathly calm voice.

"You will never look into another woman’s eyes while you rape her ever again. Do you hear me?"

What? Was the last thing John Scott said before she let his head drop back down to his chest with a thud. He felt a tiny pin prick in his arm before the whole room went dark and words were no longer an option.

Chapter 3

Lance Romance Williamson sat at his desk early that same morning and listened listlessly to the police scanner call for backup at a scene on Old Garner Road. He was drawing on a notepad and drinking a hot chocolate. His closest neighbors were building a new deck right beside his bedroom window and started each day at the crack of dawn with laughing and teasing. ‘DIY people’, Lance thought as he rolled over and tried to pull the pillow over his head to block out the sound. But he was already wide awake and the talking just got louder, so he gave up trying to sleep. As he listened to the scanner he heard the call for more backup and an ambulance to the same location. It had piqued his interest, but he still had not stopped drawing on the paper in front of him.

Lance Williamson was twenty-four years old and lived at home with his parents and teenage sister. He had visions of becoming a world-famous journalist and comic book artist. He dreamt all life of being Clark Kent. After graduating high school, Lance found a low-paying job for the local paper that covered mainly human-interest stories. He didn’t work a lot and he didn’t like his boss at the paper, but he kept his dream alive by sending his drawings to art contests and his published articles to magazines around the world. No one ever took any interest in him, but he kept at it.

Lance liked to listen to his police scanner because he figured it was his only way to catch his big break in his town. That one story to set him apart from everyone else. Norfolk Falls didn’t offer too many opportunities though because it was the kind of place where people felt safe walking the streets with their dogs and kids, and neighbors talked to each other over the fences in their back yards during lazy summer days. But Lance listened religiously to the scanner every moment he got because he was always waiting for the one to show the world his talent and gain some recognition that might earn him a job at a big paper in a big city, far away from boring Norfolk Falls. He was still sketching a caped crusader when he heard the request for the Crime Scene Technicians called to the same location as the other three cars. Lance listened more intently. He heard the dispatch alert the hospital that the ambulance had a person with ‘unusual’ injuries, and they needed a physician at the ready for the arrival. The hair on the back of Lance’s neck stood up. He put his pencil behind his ear then reached for his jacket, notebook and car keys. He left the house without so much as a word to his family, jumped in his battered, old Honda and headed to Norfolk Falls General Hospital.

There was a great deal of chaos and confusion in the emergency room at Norfolk General. Lance pulled into the paid parking lot at the same time the ambulance and police cruiser entered the emergency entrance. He quickly paid for parking, put the ticket on his dashboard, and sprinted in the direction of the Emergency Room. Lance scanned the waiting room as he entered then down the corridor where patients who are brought in by ambulance are taken. Lance could see the uniformed officers that had occupied the cruiser standing close the nurse’s station; they appeared confused. The patient was situated on a gurney in the hallway, wrapped in a sheet in what appeared to be the fetal position. Lance couldn’t make out the sounds the guy was making, so he walked down the hall toward the stretcher. He saw blood through the sheet covering the unknown man, but it was not very clear to the eye. Lance was about to walk right up to the sheet to get a closer look when a police officer put a hand out to stop him.

Can I help you, buddy? the officer said to Lance.

No, thanks. I was just looking for something. Lance said, stopping in his tracks. He realized he might look a bit out of place with his scruffy jeans and wrinkled shirt, but he tried to blend in as best he could.

I don’t think this is what you’re looking for. Unless this guy is your brother, you’d better move along, the officer said in a tone that suggested arguing was not an option.

Okay, Sir. No problem. Sorry to disturb you, Lance said and walked slowly backward toward the general waiting room. The officer watched Lance for a minute until his attention was taken by a nurse. Lance ducked around to another hallway, out of the officer’s sight. He stood quietly and watched the EMTs wheel the stretcher into an examination room in the long hallway. Lance walked silently toward the nurse’s station and tucked himself in beside a shelf of clean linen. He breathed quietly through his nose and pressed himself close to the wall as he waited for any information about the guy on the stretcher. It didn’t take long before a harried-looking woman walked into the nurse’s station with a shocked look on her face. She signaled with a curled finger and a raised eyebrow for one of other nurses to come over to her then spoke quietly to her coworker.

Oh. My. Gosh. Did you see that guy the cops just brought in? she said in a hushed, excited voice.

No, why? What happened to him? the other nurse said hurriedly, she was looking for something on one of the shelves.

"I don’t know what happened to him, but it must have been pretty bad. I had just finished in Room 6 and was turning to leave when the guys wheeled him in for treatment. They removed the sheet and I got a look at the guy’s back. It was awful," the nurse said just above a whisper. Lance leaned in closer and held his breath, struggling to hear.

What? Ah, come on. Don’t leave me hanging. What was it? A cyst? Did he try to remove it himself? the nurse said with a laugh. They got all types in their emergency room and she wasn’t surprised by much of what people did to save themselves a trip to the doctor.

No, it was nothing like that. This guy had the words, ‘I Rape Women’, carved into his back. It was bloody and red and crazy. I think I’m going to be sick, she said as the color drained from her cheeks.

"What? Are you serious? Wow, that is crazy. You say it was carved right into his skin?" She said as she looked hard at her colleague.

"Like someone did it with a razor blade. The other nurse said in a whisper. Lance stopped breathing altogether to hear what she had to say. She looked back at her colleague with tears in her eyes and a smirk on her face. Why do you think someone would have done something like that?"

"I think I know exactly why someone would have done something like that. Think of all the women, Justine. All of them that come in here. Maybe one of them just had enough. Hell, I’d probably do worse if a guy ever assaulted me. I’d cut his thing off then beat him to death with it." She said and exhaled deeply. She leaned over and patted Justine’s arm.

The two nurses stood in silent thought for a moment before the urgency of their duties snapped them back to reality. They both scurried off in different directions and became absorbed in the never-ending action of the emergency room. Lance maintained his position at the shelving unit and waited patiently for any other information he could gather. He didn’t have long to absorb what was happening before a doctor walked over to the nurse’s station and summoned the officer to join him at the counter.

Where did you say you found this guy? the doctor said looking down at the clip board in his hands. He looked over at the cop with his hand over John’s case file. The doctor was middle-aged and handsome, but he looked tired and distressed over John’s case file.

We picked him up on Old Garner Road early this morning. Someone called it in a few hours ago, the officer said to the doctor.

This man has suffered several serious injuries, albeit, none are life-threatening, but he has still been the victim of a brutal attack. We are prepping him for surgery right now, the doctor said and looked at all the people moving around the waiting room.

Surgery for what? To attach his, uh, you know? the officer said slowly fumbling for the words, his hand slowly grazing his crotch area.

Oh, no, those cannot ever be re-attached. We will have to remove the glue from his hands and eyes. And his penis as well. There is a laundry list of injuries he sustained, officer. the doctor said turning to look at the young man.

His penis? the officer said shocked, looking quickly at the doctor.

"Yes, that was also glued to his thigh; we’ll have to remove it surgically. You mean to tell me you guys didn’t notice his penis when you found him and brought him in here?" the doctor said with a hint of disbelief.

"Uh, no, but I really didn’t look there. You know what I mean? His testicles in a jar were enough for me to see The officer said in a low voice. Uh…I don’t think I’ll ever sleep right again as it is," he said with a strange look on his face.

Well, I would not want to be this man when he wakes up. He’s going to have a lot of emotions to deal with in the future, his hormones levels will change… among other things. He seemed delirious, but did he say who did this to him? the doctor said impatiently.

No, he said he didn’t know, and he said he wouldn’t talk about it anyway, the police officer said to the doctor with a tiny smirk on his lips as he looked inside his notepad.

We’re rolling him into the next available O.R., he should be in surgery for a few hours. We will be taking photos and measurements of the incisions. I can have a full report ready for you by tomorrow afternoon. I can also recommend an excellent therapist. This guy’s going to need one, the doctor said looking over to the officer.

Thanks, Doc. I appreciate it, but somehow… I don’t think this guy is the type for therapy, the police officer said suddenly remembering how ignorant and vulgar John Scott was on the ride over in the ambulance.

Officer, I am just doing the best I can, the doctor said sincerely, running his fingers through his hair, But in all my years in the field of medicine I have never seen anything like this before. I can only imagine the act of savagery it would take to drive a person to do something like that. Perhaps she might need a therapist, too. the doctor said quietly, then took a deep breath. He looked around the emergency room again. He turned to the officer. There’s my page, I have to go.

The two men separated and went in their own directions. The ER doctor went to an operating room on the third floor to surgically remove a man’s penis from his thigh, and the police officer went to make a call home to his wife and tell her how much he loved her and the kids.

Lance stood in shock at his hiding place beside the shelf. He was in disbelief and almost sick to his stomach by what he overheard, but he was also determined to get this story to the paper before anyone else did. He stood with a small smile on his face until one of the nurses he had eaves-dropped on moments earlier noticed him