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  Lying back in his private room at the hospital and switching on the television; compelled Snake to sit bolt upright. Everything had changed, his brother was dead and his younger sibling was now being called Snake, a.k.a Cop Killer. The real snake however knew the truth, and was too shocked to react. He had escaped everything; the whole blame was now being pinned on his younger sib. A very nasty game had been played out and he was in a state of semi-shock. He had to get out of here and fast, he had no doubt in his mind as to who had been responsible. He had been taken for a ride and all this while he had lived under the impression that he was in charge. It was clear now; he had been losing some of his bite and would actually be very lucky to just get out of this hospital alive. Getting up and pulling out all the tubes that had been attached to him. He went to the bathroom, found his clothes, wore them on and got the fuck out of there, as quickly and as quietly as possible.

  He had to get to his home and finding a payphone begged someone for a coin. He made a call to a certain number and then waited. It wasn't long before a nice looking Jag pulled up. He checked his wallet and phone - his wallet had three crisp hundred dollar bills and his phone was still working. The only words exchanged between the driver and Snake were ‘Broken Angel.’ This was Code Red for the group, and no person without their codes was allowed inside. The secret circle that Snake had created had now been issued a Code Red. Anyone who might have been even remotely involved with them would now make a break for it. Snake had already worked out the procedures to be followed, and this very secretive organization that functioned under him had been alerted to the presence of an intruder. Someone had infiltrated their organization and business; the said person had to now be taken care of in a most urgent manner. The driver of the Jag sped away, as Snake climbed the few stairs to his house. He went straight to the bedroom and armed himself with a gun. He looked around for his computer but it was safely in my possession. I would need to work on it with special care because it had a Dead Man’s Switch. All it took was three wrong entries of the password, for the laptop to self-activate and wipe itself clean.

  He knew that there wasn’t much time left. He had to find Lemmie and kill him. That young bastard, who seemed so young and inexperienced, had turned out to be much more treacherous than he could ever have imagined. He had never been up against this kind of calculation before and he had much to be troubled about. But he was still Snake and hadn't he survived worse than this? If he could only find and kill Lemmie, he would then completely consume him. After All Snake was in the habit of hunting down and sometimes devouring parts of his victims, like their hearts, brains, and liver. He had done all this countless times before and from somewhere deep within him a great anger began to arise.

  He sat down to think and work out a plan, staying here was much too dangerous. The enemy had been able to infiltrate deep into his organization. He had superior Tech skills, a devious mind, and was not afraid to kill. In fact he enjoyed to kill and destroy. The whole playing field had changed for Snake. He was always used to being on the winning side and now this…

  He could not let confusion take control and needed a clear plan. He was glad that he had two faithful snakes that were absolutely loyal to him, both of whom he kept hidden away in a deep dark hole - allowing them to come out only for a few brief hours each day. These two dangerous individuals he had christened Black Mamba and Death Adder. Black Mamba was as you could guess - was a six foot six big black gorilla. Death Adder, carrier of that deathly sounding moniker was rather short in stature but thick. Both of whom were people to be avoided at all costs. Either one could strangle a man to death with a single arm.

  These two had been the ones that had driven the Jag to pick him up; he would now have to put them to work. I was not yet ready to take Snake down - not before I found out all that his laptop was hiding. If it held anymore secrets, I would like to know them as this might help me in my fight. In case, breaking the passcode became impossible, I wanted to make Snake open it for me. With this in mind, I needed him to be free for a few more days at least. I wanted to completely finish him and his organization off, which would also mean that I would clear-out his bank accounts. Not wanting to know that someone else had access to all his funds after he died at my mercy. The game was set, ready for play. I knew that he, being the snake in the grass that he had turned out to be, would be planning an endgame for me. He had me in his sights and was looking for me with venomous hatred, as I had slowly but surely started to ruin his life.

  Snake had packed a bag and reached the sleeper cell he kept with those faithful disciples of his. He was revered in their eyes as he had completely brainwashed them, turning them into nothing more than zombies, ready to follow his every order, even if that order meant for them to go walking through the fires of hell. His arguments and philosophies on life were always very persuasive, and could make people take a walk down to the south of heaven. I know that, having heard him preaching his gospel to me, the first time we met at the log cabin. He was not going to go back to that cabin now, not in the state that he was in.

  He walked out of his home, after an Uber had arrived. Getting in, he sat in silence still thinking about all that had transpired over the last couple of days. He was going to have to avenge the murder of his brother, and the destruction of his business. He was still a rich man though, and held a lot of wealth in many banks, both within and outside the country, actively maintaining accounts that were very-well-stocked. Most of his dirty money was being held in banks outside the country. He would need to get all of this money into a fresh new account, something that the police and especially his newfound enemy, would not be able to trace. Money Laundering was nothing new to him, in his business this was common practice and now he would have to deep-dive and secure all his funds. He needed a new computer and phone, as he did not trust the phone that he was presently carrying. His thinking all of a sudden seemed to be on needles and pins.

  His beloved disciples were waiting for him when he arrived, both of whom were showing signs of despair on seeing the condition their boss was in. He had lost weight and was looking a little sick, not his usual strong and commanding self.

  He sat down quietly in front of them and began, ‘I want both of you to just take a few clothes, and your Tech, we’re about ready to leave and start over. The time has come for us to take things up a notch.’ Both of them were listened to him in wrapped silence and hanging onto his every word. ‘It’s time for new beginnings and fresh starts. Get packing and let’s leave.’ with that both of them get a bag each and packed a few clothes. They carried their wallets, a few knives, two guns each, laptop and phones. There were three cars in the garage, only the Jag would be leaving with them.

  The Jag was pulled out of the garage by Mamba, and Snake got into the front passenger’s seat. Adder was inside the house turning on the gas and letting it run through the entire place. He went to the garage and opened the fuel tanks of the other two cars. Casually walking out as he insouciantly tossed the cigarette he had been smoking inside. They revved the engine and the three of them were out of there, before the flames started to engulf the entire house. They were more than three blocks way before the cars in the garage had blown up and the house was being completely burned to the ground. All traces of the three of them were now going-up in smoke. The neighbors’ called the fire department, but it was too late by the time they arrived. Snake wanted the place to be found in a pile of ashes and smoking, and that’s exactly what had happened. The fire department realized that it was too late and since there didn't seem to be anyone trapped inside; they let the place burn down.

  Snake had made a run for it with the intention of disappearing completely. It was not a move that I had anticipated. It came as a complete surprise and it was time now, for me to do the same. My apartment was no safer, it needed to be completely wiped down and every trace that I had been living there had to be taken care of. I packed my backpack with a few clothes, knife and gun, before bleaching the entire place.
Every fingerprint and DNA trace would disappear after this I was going to check-in to a hotel on the other side of town. I did not have to worry about my parents for now; they were away in New York as dad had a very important brain surgery that he needed to attend to. Whenever they were in the Big Apple, they always stayed over at an apartment that was owned by us. They were relatively safe for now - I had to think of Sharon. Did Snake know about her, Was she traceable; maybe not, since I have hardly ever let her come over to my apartment. Our fuck meetings were always at her place. Nevertheless I needed to think about this and decide what to do about her, just in case Snake had somehow found out about her. I did not want him trying to fuck around with me by bringing her between us. She had nothing to do with this and had no idea about the kind of person I really was. Perhaps she would ditch my ass or worse, go to the police and tell them that her boyfriend was the killer they had been looking for.

  I had completely hid everything from her, and she hadn’t the faintest idea as to my real personality. She would be devastated maybe, to learn that I was a Serial killer. I say maybe, because you can never say with women. If she found out about my real interests’ - she might actually fall deeper in love with me. I like her company; I did not know anything about love. I however understand attachment; it’s that thing that makes you like to hang-out with another person. I liked to be with her, she thrilled me if you could say that. Her thrills were nothing compared to my Blood Thrills; thrilling she was nevertheless. If Snake should find her and kill her, I would definitely miss her company. If she had to die at the mercy of anyone’s hands, I would rather it be mine.

  At college I had a lot of other girls showing interest in me, including one of the female professors. But I was not interested and always found ways of avoiding other women. Sharon took care of my sexual needs, the needs that are part of nature, part of our bodies whether we want them around or not. Morning wood and morning dew was what happened to all men and woman.

  After checking into a hotel, I sat down to plan my next move. The first order of business was to crack the passcode that was blocking my entry into Snakes’ laptop. This was important and I had not switched it on, I didn’t want it to automatically search for WiFi and auto-connect. This was a tricky bit of fuckery that I would need to contend with.

  ***

  Later that evening Brian was laying in bed with Jackie, they had just been through one of those mammoth fuck sessions that they were so used to. He was smoking in bed with his other hand behind his head and blowing circles in the air. Jackie was walking around naked and looking for liquids in the fridge. They needed to keep the liquids flowing to avoid dehydration. She had thick orange juicy in the fridge, pouring a glass for the both of them, she walked back to bed, handing Brian one. She wanted him to get hard again a little later, and he needed to be juiced-up properly for this. She now wrapped herself in one of her sexy lingerie shirts, before sitting down on the bed and lighting a cigarette.

  ‘Hey Babe,’ he said to her, ‘Was that good or what?’ ‘Yeah honey,’ she said in a voice that was so sweet, it sounded like she was singing. ‘So do you believe the bullshit going on? Who killed Marcus?’ ‘Someone's’ playing games babe. They are playing with each other and with the police. That phantom, that ghost, he’s the one, and I can feel it deep in my gut.’ ‘So you think that he killed and changed his M.O?’ ‘Yeah, Marcus a.k.a Snake was a scapegoat I think. I think all of them are still out there.’ ‘Who?’ She asked. ‘Snake and phantom they are hunting each other and fooling the police.’ ‘How do you say?’ She questioned. ‘This is what I think,’ he said to her. ‘Snake is real, very real; Marcus is also real, very real. But someone planted all the evidence we needed, to get us off their backs.

  With Marcus dead, the cops interference is over, they are free to play their evil fucking games, it’s all just smoke and mirrors’ ‘How can you tell?’ ‘I don’t have the hard evidence but it’s in my gut, call it Cop Instinct or whatever you want.’ ‘Is this over for you baby?’ She asked sweetly. ‘Not be a long shot. Ellen shut it down, but I’m going to keep digging.’ ‘I don’t think that’s safe, you know they are evil creatures, all of them, Snake, the Phantom, they are just very evil manipulative fucks. I think you should stay away; you don’t want to get caught without the full police force behind you. I wouldn't do that. Every clue they leave is just a snow job’ ‘But I've just gotta’ follow my heart, who knows; maybe I'll uncover that deepest, darkest case of my life.’ ‘I don’t care about all that honey, I just want you to be safe, fuck all of them, you’ve got a nice job and a bright career ahead of you. Don’t go and fuck things up now. Promise to always tell me everything, will you do that?’ He had a distant look in his eyes, as he stared back at her. ‘Tell you what, if I’m ever in any sort of trouble, I'll call you first, how does that sound?’ ‘You promise,’ she said while placing her hand on his heart. He covered her hand with his and pulled her in for a long and deep kiss.

  25. Deceitful

  Snake was completely free now, unless of course, an electronic trace could have been put on him. Having burnt the house he had been living it, the trio had now also burnt down the house that was previously being used by Mamba and Adder. All leads that could have been pointing to them now lay smoldering on the ground. Snake and his two disciples were getting out and getting out fast. He had to take care of any evidence that could point the cops or Lemmie in his direction. He was worried though, as his laptop had gone missing. That said laptop now lay safely in my possession; breaking into that machine was a whole other story though. A failsafe break-in was needed; one wrong move and the machine would commit suicide by design. I needed to be one-hundred percent sure before I attempted anything further with it.

  I had a few free hours and decided to go visit the farm. Entering my room found it so good to be back in familiar places. I checked the sixth knife that was in my possession. All looked well; the bloodstains on the blade were looking nice. I now began to check the cameras to see who had been visiting while I was away. I did have access to these cameras on my phone but had been too busy to check. I ran a check using facial-tech to scan for human faces and found none. The farm had been left alone. This was a little alarming; it had been a little too quiet. This could mean only one thing; Snake had found another way out of this mess. If he had not had any other options he would have landed here, searching for one. Troubling as it might seem, it was not time to stress about what should have happened, but to try and figure out what was happening. Snake must have had other human reptiles at his disposal and as yet, the farm had not been visited or spied on.

  This very cunning individual had definitely come up with another plan, of that I was sure. I needed to find out what was being schemed, or risk the possibility of being caught unawares, ambushed and eliminated. The only problem was that he had completely disappeared and destroyed all the places that might have pointed to him. It was starting to get alarming and I decided to run through Marcus’ data and see if anything led me to Snake’s current hiding place. The situation had now reached high-threat levels and alarm bells began going-off in my mind. ‘That Motherfucker.’

  Instead of sitting around and getting all worked up, I got up and went for a walk around the farm. It had been a long time and I was starting to miss the beauty of the place, only carrying a hunting knife with me, went lazily walking around. Maybe this quiet time was needed as the situation ahead was about to drain me of all my resources. Recharging was a good idea; I was also human and did not possess an endless supply of energy. Unlike other people I was not a heart man, I was more of a brain man who loved working with the hearts of other people. I therefore did not get easily distracted emotionally, and was not in constant demand for inspiration or motivation. My mind was always working and was constantly on guard. There was this feeling and longing for blood that would arise within my heart and my brain worked out the details to satisfy this craving. I was blessed with an exceptionally sharp mind, which I was constantly grateful
to God for, if in fact he did actually exist. People around me believed in God and I did not want to deny them that pleasure. I found pleasure elsewhere, this was my makeup. I was made different and this difference of mine seemed to be serving some sort of purpose. Strangeness to me was normal, what was abnormal was the way people lived, without giving back to themselves.

  Returning from my very enlightening walk, sat once again in front of the computer to run a trace on Snake and see if there was anything that remotely connected to him. Thinking back, I remembered him telling me about spending some time in Africa. That was where he met some sort of Army leader who influenced him into the habit of eating his fellow humans. I remember him speaking about eating the human heart and other bodily spare parts. Maybe something might have found its way onto the internet. The only place that had genocide going on for the last twenty years or so was Darfur. It must have been somewhere here that Snake had landed. Ethnic cleansing has been going on here from 2003, and still continues on to this present day. The mass murder of men, women, and children has been dubbed the ‘Genocide of the 21st century.’ He could have been with the army, police or the militia - any one of these groups might have had a commander that liked to eat and feast on humans. Sex with children was common practice here; some men also believed that sex with a virgin could heal aids. While others believed more in ancient occult and voodoo practices that taught that, the eating of the human heart gave you magical powers. Many a leader of a militia group had taken to eating human hearts to increase their power, strength, and virility. I wasn't sure if the human heart was a powerful aphrodisiac. As far as I was concerned, the human heart was related to love and not sex. Sex was more of a mind thing; everything was stimulated by the brain. So the heart was a very mysterious object. I saw it more as a fortress of life, it stored, cleared and pumped blood, without which the body would cease to exist. Every other organ in a living being, needed blood to function and this gave it its fascination. It's like the engine of an automobile - once it stops the vehicle comes to a grinding halt. Food was the fuel that kept the heart beating and pumping. Maybe that’s why many cannibals liked to feast on the heart. Perhaps in war, it was used to send a message from the aggressor to the aggressee. ‘I will eat your heart and pass your life organ through my feces the next day. I will eat you up and shit you out.’ ‘Nice,’ this was definitely fascinating and prompting my mind to wonder.