The Chameleon Judge II; A Chameleon No More

By The Whisperer

Sexual abuse is never Ok, especially if it is at the hands of someone whose job it is to protect and shelter from said atrocities. When it happens, a survivor can become predator or perhaps in the case of The Chameleon Judge, a vigilante, one who believes it’s their job and mission to rid societies of the undesirables. The problem is that some of the bad has rubbed off on them, and those around him. Will the perverted karma controllers keep the Chameleon in check or will they provide another sympathetic venue for escape. Consuming the pages of this multi-shade sexual and morbid thriller will only tell. The Chameleon Judge, A Chameleon No More is a tail for the ages that revels what can happen to a former abusee left unchecked.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Archway Publishing
• Release date: Jul 16, 2023
• ISBN: 9781665746007

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THE

CHAMELEON

JUDGE II;

A CHAMELEON

NO MORE

THE WHISPERER

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Archway Publishing rev. date: 08/22/2023

CONTENTS

Dedication

Opening

Chapter 1 Hello Dad

Chapter 2 A New Judge, Let’s See About that

Chapter 3 Jake is Back Juggling

Chapter 4 Onyx @ Doctor

Chapter 5 Jake at the Police Station

Chapter 6 A New Night Beginning

Chapter 7 Beaver/Realizes

Chapter 8 Dr. V/Norris, this just in

Chapter 9 Its Ball Night

Chapter 10 Desirera Gets A Clue

Chapter 11 Surveillance Reveals

Chapter 12 The Police Station, again

Epilogue

DEDICATION

To my mom, I know you are sliding and gliding with the angels; thank you for my gifts that I am sharing with the world. The Whisperer

OPENING

Detectives Weber and Benson are undercover, sifting and combing the streets of the 4 seasons that are in the Northeast of the US. In this case it’s the scent of cheesesteaks, fried onions and a variety of different smokes that fill the night air. Added to the scent is the drug of choice, crack, cocaine, and a new makeshift form of fuck you over called Wet that is literally sucking the intelligence out of the people who are using it. Something about that smell, converts a reasonable person and creates a monster who lays in the cut to pluck the lives out of the venerable. It all happens in the streets of the Philadelphia, PA area.

The Killer has appeared to cool their jets. Or have they met their self-imposed burden of attrition-ing society of self-perceived undesirables? The Killings have stopped, at least for now-however, there have been plenty epidemic levels of assaults against transexuals, transexual women that is. This is quite significant as they have been getting their day in court so to speak. Their existence has become somewhat faddish. Perhaps our friend the Judge was on the cutting edge, on to something good, certainly taboo. Regardless, his personal life trigonometry got him there, and his desire hadn’t gone anywhere.

Haunted by the images of killing two of them, he is back into the mental shelter of trying to cope, when this lovely tale left off with a knock at the door:

JuJu, somewhat content, now that he is back home, more so now than he’d been in years. More strange shit, a hell of a lot more questions to ask.

Judge Jake is sitting at the interrogation table in his own home looking Benson and Weber in the eye. OK Police officers, are we done here? Yes. Thank you, Judge.

Thaxton said, I’m sure we will get back with you if need be. The Police leave, Jake, wrinkled forehead, head in chin, closes the door after the officers- he turns toward the inside of the house where his family awaits.

CHAPTER 1

HELLO DAD

The Chameleon looks in on his family, new and old. As his daughters drill and grill their new brother with skepticism, Jake can’t help but blush and smile at the thought of having a son. After all, he lives with a bunch of women, figuratively and literally. As he looks at him, he tries to mentally frame his face into his past to see who he could belong to. At this point, it is noteworthy to indicate that even though Jake is a Ho on many levels, he has only experienced real, true love on a few occasions. At that, he takes inventory of his past, but for now he must deal in the present.

Everyone is still sitting in the living room. The three girls and their brother; of course they are inspecting him. Cherry says, Well, he does look like us and smiles. She reaches out her hand and says, Hello, I’m Cherry – these are my sisters Karen and Sabrina. Dip says: I know Karen. Sabrina, being the lawyer she is says: I recognize you from the legal scene. Dip nods his head in affirmation. Then Sabrina blurts Bull Shit! we are going to make sure you are who you say you are. Dip again nods his head in affirmation and says: of course. About that time Jake and JuJu walked into the room, they had been listening to the vituperations Sabrina had been spewing, not in a negative way of course- sorta like Richard Pryor making you laugh at serious shit.

JuJu, always the diplomat, the diplomat not to be fucked with that admonishes Sabrina and says: Sabrina, such language – she extends her hands to Dip and says: hello young man, what is your name; we were about to have breakfast. Then Jake, analogous to banging his gavel on the desk abruptly says, Not so fast! Come with me.

He taps Dip on his shoulder and directs him to his study. The study is in the room across and down the hall, its not a long walk, but one with enough time to think about what to ask him. Dip is like a kid in Disney world, head up admiring all of the lights, pictures, accomplishments and momentos of the great life that he wasn’t a part of. As they approach the door, in just a few feet Jake looks him in the eye, extends his hand and walks him into his study.

Before entering the study, Jake had been inhaling the Mini Me qualities Dip exuded. He noticed them quite glaringly as with in his family lens to the point he had only been through with his daughters. He did recognize him though via another venue. He remembers him not only from court; as he has presented before him several times. Beyond the Brother likenesses he was just another attorney. In addition to recognizing him from court, he also recognizes him from some of the youth outreach camps he attended as a child. The mentoring had paid off. They walk into his office.

It’s early but Jake offers him a drink. Dip responds with a Cheshire cat grin What do you Have. Scotch, Jake answered. OK Dip responds. Jake looks again at him and inquires: Neat? Dip looks back at Jake hesitantly (as if wondering if Jake was testing him with the early morning libation offer) and says: lite rock (only a few cubes or chips of ice). Jake looks back at him with a warm and reassuring smile and says: that’s the way I like it too. Ironically, at this point Jake makes eye contact again and feels recognition and likening with him, he not only comes to terms with his recognition, but he has an epiphany as to who his mother is.

He couldn’t help but be happy and excited knowing that he has a son, or at least the probability of having one. Especially considering that he has three, count them 3 crazy ass daughters. Additionally, not only that a son who is a lawyer like him. The proverbial chip off the old block so to speak. Wow!

Jake suddenly blurts Are you gay? Dip, startled by the question answers: No Sir, I’m not. Why do you ask? Jake replied, I don’t know. The wheels of legacy, contentment and wholeness start going full speed in Jake’s mind. This kid has suddenly and unexpectedly put a major resurgence and reassurance in Jake’s masculinity. He was actually fighting back a desire to do a back flip because- standing before him was a real man; in every sense of the word -educated, powerful and strong. He is my son; Jake is an emotional man. Sexually confused and carrying around an elephant that is a monkey on the back of most people- weighed down, mentally and physically-Dip is just the life altering laxative or elixir to validate his confusing and complicated existence. In the midst of Jake’s mental celebration, a gong like the one in the Taco Bell commercials sounds. As suddenly as the bell sounds, Jake blurts again like a man with Tourette Syndrome So, who is your mom? Jake knew the answer in the back of his head.

My Mom is Ramenia. It took a significantly ideal situation for her to tell me about you. Dip, getting more assured that coming there was the right thing to do, he looked at his father for the first time as though looking in the mirror. Jake asks: so, how is she? Man, I haven’t heard from her or even heard her name for that matter in so many years. Dip replies Mom is a Nurse Practitioner over at Taylor Hospital. Just at that moment the true gravity of the situation hits and set in.

The lawyer in Jake surfaces. He looks at Dip, a young man he is sure is his son and says:

Hey, I am very happy you’ve come here. But we need to confirm. Before Jake could get the next word out Dip says: I know, Sabrina said the same thing, and as I was thinking. They both look at each other smiling, Jake says: Fuckin Lawyers with a chuckle. After another slight pause, they make eye contact again and Dip says: let’s set it up, they extend hands and shake on it, as they pull away, they draw back in with a masculine embrace, suitable for a father and son. And just about that time.

JuJu walks into the room.

Hello Young Man, you have given us quite a startle with your revelation. With an inquisitive look on her face, she asks and asserts: Surely you have proof and credentials to back up your assertions, no, yes? If not, I’m sure you know what to do to lend credence to all of this. So, who is your mother?

Just as she completes her question, Jake interrupts JuJu!, Baby I got this.

Dip answers, No, it’s alright, Your Honor.

Jake interrupts again No, let’s not do this now. Son, I mean Young Man, let’s make an appointment to get together for getting bloodwork done. How does next week sound?

Dip answers That sounds fine Sir. I’ll be on my way then.

Jake hurriedly responds verbally and physically walking toward Dip and says: No, no wait, I’ll walk you out.

Jake and Dip proceed toward the door. As they are walking out the sisters are standing near the door looking or gawking at them. Then all of a sudden, they all look at him, smile and extend their hands.

I’m Sabrina.

I’m Cherry.

Hey, I’m Karen.

Dip emotionally smiles and nods, It’s very nice to meet you both.

Dip Heads Out

Dip heads out the door. As he heads out the Turner Family has a collective deer in the headlights moment in the doorway. For several seconds, there was nothing but silence. Jake peers out the window and watches his son get into and drive off in his car (an old piece of shit Beemer that Jake would surely replace). Brimming and proud of the fact that he has a son, he looks back over his shoulder at the girls and his wife.

She reflects with a look of fright. One indicative of the mindset of, Fuck! He finally has something in him or about him that she can’t compete with or didn’t provide him with. What a fucked-up revelation, she felt as though someone cut some of the strings off of her puppet, or pulled all of her trump, she already couldn’t control his ass as it was, now a new toy in the form of a son. What the fuck!

Jake turns and walks between them, then upstairs. In an oh well exhale moment the girls look at each other and verbally consensus that it is time to go home and do so. It was Sunday- a new week beckons, time to get back to the grind and routine. But one thing for sure, another person has entered the fray; now they all must deal with it and him.

Dip Real Fall Out

Young Dip heads to Ramenia’s or his mom’s place. As he drives there certainly many wheels are spinning past the speed limit in his head. He honestly sees himself in the Judge, he is drawn to the same profession as him and feels a connection to him that is cosmic. But Dip is a good kid, he surely won’t abandon the people who raised him. He won’t scuff at those who mentored and geared him to the successful professional life he realizes daily, or was it hereditary, fraternally hereditary that is? Perhaps more chillingly though, one would have to wonder is the deepest, most fucked up shit about the Judge residing in his veins like those of his father, biological father that is?

His family as he knew it up to then were in the family room, chilling, talking the normal family unimportant banter, you know, discussing things. He walks in. Silence is the paint on the wall, the elephant in the room, the square peg in a round circle – the target with a bull’s eye. Everyone looks at him, his mom and sister -Mom with tears in her eyes. His Father, or the man who raised him walked toward him, extended his hand to him, then they embrace. Anthony Clark, a strong, hardened man with an unsteady hand places his hand on his shoulder, leans in, puts his mouth to his ear and says:

I’m the blame for this my son, I asked your mother not to tell you. I understand if you are upset. But don’t blame her for you not knowing. I wanted you for my son! No one else’s, My Son! I love you Dip!

Dip, with tears in his eyes and in Ramenia’s and his other sister’s, he backs away. This changes nothing between us Dad. But I am sure you understand, I really need to find out who I am, I really do. He looks at all three of them and says: Mom, Dad, Sis, I love you… shaking and nodding his head somewhat looking at the floor, after a slight pause he says: I need to go. Walks to the door, makes eye contact with Ramenia who has her hand up to her mouth as people do when they cry, walks through the door, looks back and says: ‘I’ll call you tomorrow".

New Hues for the Chameleon

This having a son shit deeply resonates with the Judge/Chameleon. Imagine the mind-altering drug this revelation must have injected in his already clogged mental veins and arteries. It forces him to take it all in, so much so that it has forced his feminine side to take on a new hue. This hue paints an intense hatred for homosexuality all together, all of a sudden and all at once. He gets into stealth mode, one cloaked with several colors, he is funneling toward another color of action.

He is in his office, looking through his desk and comes across an old laptop, this is actually more like a tablet-it is conveniently hidden in his desk. It has limited services on it, he uses it to surf the internet. Combing the websites for web cams, services for real perverts who like to lower and lure the young and impressionable in for pedophile perversions. He sets up a new account.

Much like a spider, he spits a web for prey then dispose of it. His latest profile is of a young boy, getting past the edits, and other trickery he is able to set himself up as a 12 years old, homeless boy looking for a place to stay-of course he’ll do anything for food and shelter. The pings and hits come in like wildfire.

The bite that whets his appetite is of a scumbag who is about an hour away from where he is: a tad further away than the other Fuck Heads he disposed of. The distance is a plus though, considering the investigation seems to be closing in on who the killer is or might be, somewhat. He was actually starting to have fun, keeping them guessing and fucking over perverts. He remembers his street confidant, kinda his Alfred to Batman.

Rufie, a brilliant tailor, and possibly the only person Jake loves who isn’t blood family. Rufie looked after Jake, he allowed Jake to be a kid, unlike Frank who hardened Jake and wouldn’t allow him to show emotion, or he made him aware of the pit falls of showing emotion, especially in the streets. Which is where The Chameleon functions, overtly and covertly, covertly as a judge, overtly as the enigma serial killer that has the pussy, dick and ass scared out of perverted pedophiles. Anyway, Rufie took care of Jake during his time of uncertainty, confusion- we guess he always knew who he was, so to speak. Anyway, Rufie sets him up- a car; phone- the shit needed to get the job done.

Craigslist reveals and Rufie confirms a brutal pedophile file. But before all of this The Chameleon and Rufie work together to rid the streets of assholes, but as noted before in The Chameleon’s exploration into TS World, he is a killer of anyone. But Rufie reels in this particular nut job. The article or solicitation reads looking for a 12 year old boy Hun? He replies to Rufie Where is the rendezvous?"

Rufie tells him The Hill Barn.

The Hill Barn was the place where the craziest shit took place. It was the Pedo Blueberry Hill where plenty of twisted fucks found the appropriate racetrack to let their horses run free. Free to do whatever. As a matter of fact, Jake killed a Pedo named Buddy who used to keep horses and used those horses to put young boys in compromising situations and rape them on the horses. Speaking of free horses, free to do whatever the hell they wanted. Now though, it was time to kill another horse. Rufie, we have a bite!

Who Baby? A sick Bastard. I believe I know him; he calls himself Ollie. He is going to meet the 12 year old at the Hill Barn at 2:00AM. OK, what do you need? If Ollie is who I think he is, I’ll take chloroform, pepper spray and a butcher knife. Rufie asks a little carving to do? Jake answers Hell yes! Rufie responds Ok, I got you-I’ll be by for a new suit Saturday. Ok, it all seems a bit strange as Jake appears to be talking to himself, looking in the mirror. JuJu walks by, Baby, who are you talking to? Jake says: it’s all good, what’s for dinner? JuJu says: I asked Ava to prepare salads with baked chicken. Mumm mmm, baked chicken, great killer energy food The Chameleon thought, Jake on the other hand said sounds great Hun I’ll be right down.

Jake sits down to dinner with JuJu, fade as they engage in Turner Banter. All is quiet later on in the Turner house. 2 AM rolls around. Ollie, like clockwork eases his piece of shit ass into the Hill Barn. It’s outta a scene from one of those movies where someone walks into a barn, there are bales of hay strewn about, perfect for a roll around in the hay. Ollie eases in, slowly (he’s a pervert not stupid enough to walk straight in and possibly walk into danger) he hesitantly says: I’m here. The Chameleon had been waiting in the cut as he walked in searching and being careful, like he wasn’t the reckless, abusive horny fuck looking for a 12 year old little boy. Ok, the fly is in the web, rat in the trap, all of those quips that describes the I gotcha feeling that overtakes the Chameleon when he catches one. Just as our friend Ollie completes his salutations, the Chameleon walks up behind him, jumps on his back and covers his nose and mouth with a chloroform soaked handkerchief, bares his weight down on him and holds him until he is unconscious.

It was horrific, something out of a werewolf movie, when the Chameleon attacked. It looked and sounded like a vicious animal; then, after rendering him unconscious, he started talking with Rufie. Yeah, we got his ass now! Look at you now, motherfucker! I got something for you. Then, he ties him up, removes his clothes, and makes sure his ankles and wrists are cuffed. Ollie is still unconscious. The Chameleon then ties a thick rope around his ankles, and ties the other end of the rope around a beam in the ceiling of the barn, pulls it until Ollie is hanging upside down, nude swinging back and forth. It was then that The Chameleon grabbed the knife and cut off Ollie’s limp uncircumcised penis. The pain, and cacophony of all the activity, woke Ollie.

Ollie wakes, but it kind of pissed off the Chameleon as he was looking forward to waking him up by throwing a glass of water in his face. Nonetheless, he wakes up to the horror of hanging from his feet, hands bound and hanging down, with blood running from his groin down his chin, face, arms and hands. He was a little dazed, but he is coming out enough to realize that he is in really bad shape. He realizes he’s bleeding but not sure where from. But the Chameleon changed all of that as he conveniently placed a table at Ollie’s eye level to see what is on the table. Struggling to focus on what is on the table, he finally gathers and notices that what is on the table is his penis severed from his body. He yells out a terrifying scream, The Chameleon and Rufie look at each other and laugh.

The Chameleon looks at Ollie with a smirk and hell raising smile, Your screams, hollers and yelling are falling on deaf ears, no one hears you. Do you know why you are here? Struggling to talk and get breath, the slowly dying, agony engrossed Ollie saying in a wavering voice No, why? You are the guy who used to chase down little boys, catch those you could and take them home and rape them, you also have a reputation for exposing yourself to children as well. The amazing thing about Ollie was that he would always get away with his lude behavior, as back then these behaviors weren’t adjudicated appropriately back then. So, there were literally thriving communities of child molesters who were not held to justice. There was no database of registered offenders; it was literally a willie-nilly free for all on kids who weren’t protected in the streets. Hence, many offenders were able to exist on the margins and fringes of society preying on vulnerable children-simply, the worst scum of the Earth. Ollie was one of those sick fucks who always was able to get away with it. The Chameleon hung around while Ollie hung to death. He even asked the Chameleon to mercifully end things by either shooting him or cutting his throat, the Chameleon told him no, and allowed him to die slow and suffer. He wanted to make sure that Ollie got his, taking away his tool of choice-no more getting away with shit. It was days before his body was found, hanging from the ceiling in the Hill Barn, yet another case for Thaxton and Company.

Can we get Normalcy Jake?

After yet another killing orgasm exuded by the Chameleon, Jake has control of the crayon box again. Coloring the hues of a family man and legal professional, he goes about his normal functions. Interestingly, now he doesn’t or hasn’t been going through the physical illnesses associated with transforming between colors of late. This could be because he has totally acclimated himself into being a killer, with no remorse. But our man Jake has a new drug, a new thing, a new all of the above to focus on and distract him from the distractions in his life.

Meantime, meanwhile, Jake is back home. He has a new toy, son, scenario to contemplate. A reason to get right wrongs, not only in his life, but in society. He is daydreaming. Then JuJu appears, approaches from the rear with a tray full of morning jump start. She was firmly planted in his heart for contributing to his normalcy, keeping him on track.

After all, he looked around him and realized just how bad, confused and foggy his existence had become. Was it too late? Had the fumes and exhaust of his life breath left residue that could penetrate masks of the investigative process or not? But there was so much unfinished business. He had them dancing in his memory. Just one more kill, score to settle kill, mental health fix kill, back to ground zero kill, I am a man kill, lifelong projection kill, introspection kill, extrovert kill- one more kill.

Kill!, he had to kill or get rid of one maggot shit larva mother fucker piece of shit who started it all! Uncle Grove, the persistent boy fucker who has hotly pursued Jake since he was a young child, because he was family; Jake did not know that his advances were inappropriate until his friends from around the way started to tease him about his gay uncle and how he was just like him. Jake got to sharpen his squabble skills over the years by defending that very thing constantly. There are countless instances of how Grove made his life miserable, intentionally, and not intentionally. Either way, the last hurrah will be to kill Uncle Grove once and for all. His shitty behavior over the years caused him to rethink his manhood constantly and wonder if his son ever experienced this problem. In the back of his mind, he thinks that homosexuals are all bad people, only pedophiles.

Meanwhile Antwon Dip a new Son

Meanwhile Dip comes to terms with who his father is. Blood, DNA, demeanor, and the mirror test confirm the