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Chapter 6 House Guest
A.N. Thanks for reading. I'll let you followers know, House Guest is the darkest of the series, and it ties in misunderstanding, sort of a spin off, where that story ends. Its not over yet, Chris has more dark things to do. Enjoy..
Chapter 6
Sitting up on the bed, the red head stared around the pink and white bedroom, plush, teddy bears and porcelain dolls lining the walls sitting on various shaped shelves, or doll size rocking chairs. He yawns widely shaking his shoulder length blood red crop and then turned to the blond curled next to him.
He nudged close to her spooning behind her shapely ass and stroking long white blond hair out her face. “Cindy would you like some coffee? I’ll make some, don’t get up.” He offered kindly stretching yawning again tossing the blanket back over Cindy carefully tucking her in.
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Nathan runs a towel over his damp head another wrapped around his muscular waist, making his way to his bedroom. The senior came home late in the evening, on a two-week holiday from his boarding school.
“Excuse me.” A tall auburn head male nearly collides with him.
“No problem.” Nate says side stepping the stranger easily. Then Nathan does a double take the man completely naked, walks in the bathroom only closing the door by half. Through the gap, Nathan can see the males’ wide back and tight ass, the sound of urine filling the toilet evident.
The high school senior shook his head glancing at his sister’s door disgusted. Nate marched across the small second floor landing, which over looked a vast family room below, in their comfortable upper class community. He paused at Cindy’s door scratching his head, considering if he should wake his bad temper sister. Since the future graduate works days and attends classes at night, complaining about, her new ‘naked’ boyfriend may not be a good idea.
“Hi, you must be Nathan.”
Nathan turned slowly facing the previous naked house guest. The new arrival had put a towel around narrow hips. “Yeah, thanks for covering your ass.” The senior stated offering the older man a condescending glare.
The bright-eyed man laughed. “Sorry about that kid it won’t happen again. I been walking around the place like I own it for the past few weeks, you really can’t blame me.” He flashed a set of perfect teeth, flexing his nicely sculpted six-pack, and then adds as an afterthought. “Cindy mentioned you the other day, silly of me to forget. She’s asleep, I’m about to make some coffee you want to join me?”
“Not in a towel, my mom lives here too.” Nathan walked to his own room casting a glance at the dudes left arm bicep a black snake tattoo, eyes white hollows without pupils.
“My name is Chris nice to meet you too.” The red head said turning to face the kid. Nathan ignored him shutting his door, leaving the male to get some dam clothes on.
The teen snorted blinking large hazel eyes rapidly, ‘…like I own it…, mother fucker.’ He sat down at his laptop, reviewing his current event project; a student from Texas U. tortured and sexually assaulted his lover’s teen-age son, before killing the kid. Nathan grinned when his cyber program alert flagged completion.
With college aspirations to study forensic pathology, and technological investigation he also has a fascination with the macabre. Nathan ghosts the internet under user name “moderator”, hacking into government systems or private websites one of several hobbies. The teen introduced his innovative worm programs on unsuspecting sites initially as a joke between other cyber friends just to see who can have biggest bang.
Nathan chuckled lightly at his own genius, glancing at a mural of his victims to date pined to an old cork-board over his desktop. The computer geek swiveled around on his backless stool a self-satisfied gleam in his eyes; facing his desktop monitor, he typed over a two keyboards, with symbols instead of letters.
“Nice to make your acquaintance.” He chanted to the flashing ‘Unauthorized Access Prohibited.’ Then the teen keyed in his access code, with an arrogant smirk, unlocking encrypted files and reviewing the contents.
Nathan leaned into the screen staring at one image after another, of the medical examiners photos, ignoring his elevated heart rate giving him an erection. He sat back suddenly as the program updated; the county medical examiner inserted a note, date and time of death. ‘Shit he died.’
“Hey Nathan, coffee is done, you want to join me?” His house guest spoke through his closed door.
Nate pulled his bright eyes away from the computer, glancing at his door. “Yeah I’ll be right down.” He clicked the print button before logging out.
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*Side Bar*
Connor drew on the cigarette tucked between his thin lips, his deep blue eyes narrowed, scowling through the surveillance window.
Captain Sledge grouched from behind Connor’s right shoulder. “Look we need to keep this under wraps. I don’t want any of your lone ranger shit.”
The detective kept his eyes dead forward, barely nodding his agreement, pulling another drag off his cancer stick, and pinching the butt between two fingers. “Where are the paramedics?”
“They are in route. This is not personal Conner keep your nose clean.”
This time the Captain got more than a nod. Detective Steven Connor, has a reputation as an untouchable, personally responsible for taking down as many cops as criminals. As far as Connors’ concerned the fucks deserve what they had coming to them, he does not make delineation between dishonest cops and drug pushing punks.
Connor turned facing Captain Sledge, blowing a plume of thick smoke around his brown supervisor. “Personal Captain, this is beyond personal that kid got rights; no matter what the little prick did, we are not judge, jury and executioner.”
“There is no smoking in here, Conner put that out.” Sledge snapped ignoring the bleeding heart speech. The door in the small observation room opened a tall balding man in a dark suite followed by another detective entered. “Listen to me Connor I want this by the book you are to sit on that kid until his trial, I’ll see to it that he gets his own private condo. You will escort him to and from court that is the end of your duty.” He bit out shifting around to speak with the DA.
“The charges have been upgraded, murder one, make a note of it gentlemen, we are seeking the death penalty.” District Attorney Richard Loins grinned contemptuously at the one-way glass. “Oh that’s real fucking nice, fucking cameo waiting to fry the department hey Sledge?”
The Captain did not have a chance to answer, Connor cut over him lighting another cigarette. “Well, Dick.” He paused drawing deeply and blowing smoke around the DA. “One more dead body won’t hurt your career. You think this boy is going to get you in the governor’s office, think again I’m working this case.”
“Connor!” Sledge snapped.
Detective Baker, glared disgustedly at the senior officer. “Put the god dam cigarette out fucking pre-schooler! This is not one of your ‘I’m the big shit’ cases! That fuck killed a kid, want me to draw you a picture, Connor. He ripped his ass out!” A tense silence followed the outburst. “Captain put this sick fuck back in gen pop, they will take care of all this political bull shit.”
Waving a hand clearing Connor’s smoke, Loins sneered at the Detective turning to Sledge. “Keep a leash on him, I have heard enough gentlemen.” He pressed a file at Captain Sledge just before he left.
Connor turned back to the one-way glass; Ryan Kellum, twenty-three year old honor student, wrestling champion with Texas U and now murderer. Smoke wafted around him while he watched the kids’ battered face grim a defiant light in the one visible eye; he had not stopped asking for Lance Stone, father of his victim. He refused to answer questions as well as an offer of an attorney. Ryan Kellum did not fit the killer M.O. [1] as far as Connor is concerned. Nothing in Kellum defined the former college student as possessing the potential to exhibit a ‘…reckless indifference to human life and a conscious disregard of an unreasonable risk of death or serious bodily injury…’ [2]
The untouchable officer was at the department when boys in blue brought the battered kid in, covered in blood, mostly the victims, naked besides the police blanket they through over him. The detective scowled deeply, considering the way the uniforms kicked and stomped the kid he was lucky to be alive. Connor instructed the shift commander to put Ryan in isolation and get him medical attention.
He took another long drag on his cigarette checking his mental list to report the lazy bastard. When Connor arrived that morning, the boy was unconscious two pushers using him like a public toilet. Now it has been four hours since the call went out to the county hospital. Steve grimaced, the kid had a lot in him seemed the bastards’ paid high price for Kellum’s ass; one missing several teeth the others eyes swollen shut.
“Listen you two are on this case together.” Connor blew smoke out the side of his mouth, while Baker swore.
“Cold day in hell I am not partnering that ass sucking trader.” Baker fumed, standing five feet eleven to Connor’s six two, he has balls. As one of the best marks men in the department, second only to your truly.
Connor shifted glaring at Baker, “Say that again, punk.”
Baker hissed prepared to retort, however the Sledge let the hammer fall. “That’s enough! You two work this fucking case! Connor’s the lead!” he barked, cutting Baker off before he exhaled. “That’s Final!” He slapped the district attorneys file hard against Baker’s chest.
Connor sidestepped the Captain heading for the door. “See I’m the lead.” He sneered flicking his cigarette in Baker face causing the younger cop to jump back knocking the flaming butt away.
“Mother fuc…!” Baker yelled.
Connor did not hear the rest out in the hall heading for the interrogation room. In a small supply closet, he grabbed two blankets and a first aid kit, snapping on dark green gloves and shoving extra in his pockets. He then made his way to Ryan, to get the kid to the hospital.
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(1) m.o. Motive & Opportunity
(2) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murder The quote is from ‘Legal analysis of murder
[TBC]
Chapter 6
Sitting up on the bed, the red head stared around the pink and white bedroom, plush, teddy bears and porcelain dolls lining the walls sitting on various shaped shelves, or doll size rocking chairs. He yawns widely shaking his shoulder length blood red crop and then turned to the blond curled next to him.
He nudged close to her spooning behind her shapely ass and stroking long white blond hair out her face. “Cindy would you like some coffee? I’ll make some, don’t get up.” He offered kindly stretching yawning again tossing the blanket back over Cindy carefully tucking her in.
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Nathan runs a towel over his damp head another wrapped around his muscular waist, making his way to his bedroom. The senior came home late in the evening, on a two-week holiday from his boarding school.
“Excuse me.” A tall auburn head male nearly collides with him.
“No problem.” Nate says side stepping the stranger easily. Then Nathan does a double take the man completely naked, walks in the bathroom only closing the door by half. Through the gap, Nathan can see the males’ wide back and tight ass, the sound of urine filling the toilet evident.
The high school senior shook his head glancing at his sister’s door disgusted. Nate marched across the small second floor landing, which over looked a vast family room below, in their comfortable upper class community. He paused at Cindy’s door scratching his head, considering if he should wake his bad temper sister. Since the future graduate works days and attends classes at night, complaining about, her new ‘naked’ boyfriend may not be a good idea.
“Hi, you must be Nathan.”
Nathan turned slowly facing the previous naked house guest. The new arrival had put a towel around narrow hips. “Yeah, thanks for covering your ass.” The senior stated offering the older man a condescending glare.
The bright-eyed man laughed. “Sorry about that kid it won’t happen again. I been walking around the place like I own it for the past few weeks, you really can’t blame me.” He flashed a set of perfect teeth, flexing his nicely sculpted six-pack, and then adds as an afterthought. “Cindy mentioned you the other day, silly of me to forget. She’s asleep, I’m about to make some coffee you want to join me?”
“Not in a towel, my mom lives here too.” Nathan walked to his own room casting a glance at the dudes left arm bicep a black snake tattoo, eyes white hollows without pupils.
“My name is Chris nice to meet you too.” The red head said turning to face the kid. Nathan ignored him shutting his door, leaving the male to get some dam clothes on.
The teen snorted blinking large hazel eyes rapidly, ‘…like I own it…, mother fucker.’ He sat down at his laptop, reviewing his current event project; a student from Texas U. tortured and sexually assaulted his lover’s teen-age son, before killing the kid. Nathan grinned when his cyber program alert flagged completion.
With college aspirations to study forensic pathology, and technological investigation he also has a fascination with the macabre. Nathan ghosts the internet under user name “moderator”, hacking into government systems or private websites one of several hobbies. The teen introduced his innovative worm programs on unsuspecting sites initially as a joke between other cyber friends just to see who can have biggest bang.
Nathan chuckled lightly at his own genius, glancing at a mural of his victims to date pined to an old cork-board over his desktop. The computer geek swiveled around on his backless stool a self-satisfied gleam in his eyes; facing his desktop monitor, he typed over a two keyboards, with symbols instead of letters.
“Nice to make your acquaintance.” He chanted to the flashing ‘Unauthorized Access Prohibited.’ Then the teen keyed in his access code, with an arrogant smirk, unlocking encrypted files and reviewing the contents.
Nathan leaned into the screen staring at one image after another, of the medical examiners photos, ignoring his elevated heart rate giving him an erection. He sat back suddenly as the program updated; the county medical examiner inserted a note, date and time of death. ‘Shit he died.’
“Hey Nathan, coffee is done, you want to join me?” His house guest spoke through his closed door.
Nate pulled his bright eyes away from the computer, glancing at his door. “Yeah I’ll be right down.” He clicked the print button before logging out.
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*Side Bar*
Connor drew on the cigarette tucked between his thin lips, his deep blue eyes narrowed, scowling through the surveillance window.
Captain Sledge grouched from behind Connor’s right shoulder. “Look we need to keep this under wraps. I don’t want any of your lone ranger shit.”
The detective kept his eyes dead forward, barely nodding his agreement, pulling another drag off his cancer stick, and pinching the butt between two fingers. “Where are the paramedics?”
“They are in route. This is not personal Conner keep your nose clean.”
This time the Captain got more than a nod. Detective Steven Connor, has a reputation as an untouchable, personally responsible for taking down as many cops as criminals. As far as Connors’ concerned the fucks deserve what they had coming to them, he does not make delineation between dishonest cops and drug pushing punks.
Connor turned facing Captain Sledge, blowing a plume of thick smoke around his brown supervisor. “Personal Captain, this is beyond personal that kid got rights; no matter what the little prick did, we are not judge, jury and executioner.”
“There is no smoking in here, Conner put that out.” Sledge snapped ignoring the bleeding heart speech. The door in the small observation room opened a tall balding man in a dark suite followed by another detective entered. “Listen to me Connor I want this by the book you are to sit on that kid until his trial, I’ll see to it that he gets his own private condo. You will escort him to and from court that is the end of your duty.” He bit out shifting around to speak with the DA.
“The charges have been upgraded, murder one, make a note of it gentlemen, we are seeking the death penalty.” District Attorney Richard Loins grinned contemptuously at the one-way glass. “Oh that’s real fucking nice, fucking cameo waiting to fry the department hey Sledge?”
The Captain did not have a chance to answer, Connor cut over him lighting another cigarette. “Well, Dick.” He paused drawing deeply and blowing smoke around the DA. “One more dead body won’t hurt your career. You think this boy is going to get you in the governor’s office, think again I’m working this case.”
“Connor!” Sledge snapped.
Detective Baker, glared disgustedly at the senior officer. “Put the god dam cigarette out fucking pre-schooler! This is not one of your ‘I’m the big shit’ cases! That fuck killed a kid, want me to draw you a picture, Connor. He ripped his ass out!” A tense silence followed the outburst. “Captain put this sick fuck back in gen pop, they will take care of all this political bull shit.”
Waving a hand clearing Connor’s smoke, Loins sneered at the Detective turning to Sledge. “Keep a leash on him, I have heard enough gentlemen.” He pressed a file at Captain Sledge just before he left.
Connor turned back to the one-way glass; Ryan Kellum, twenty-three year old honor student, wrestling champion with Texas U and now murderer. Smoke wafted around him while he watched the kids’ battered face grim a defiant light in the one visible eye; he had not stopped asking for Lance Stone, father of his victim. He refused to answer questions as well as an offer of an attorney. Ryan Kellum did not fit the killer M.O. [1] as far as Connor is concerned. Nothing in Kellum defined the former college student as possessing the potential to exhibit a ‘…reckless indifference to human life and a conscious disregard of an unreasonable risk of death or serious bodily injury…’ [2]
The untouchable officer was at the department when boys in blue brought the battered kid in, covered in blood, mostly the victims, naked besides the police blanket they through over him. The detective scowled deeply, considering the way the uniforms kicked and stomped the kid he was lucky to be alive. Connor instructed the shift commander to put Ryan in isolation and get him medical attention.
He took another long drag on his cigarette checking his mental list to report the lazy bastard. When Connor arrived that morning, the boy was unconscious two pushers using him like a public toilet. Now it has been four hours since the call went out to the county hospital. Steve grimaced, the kid had a lot in him seemed the bastards’ paid high price for Kellum’s ass; one missing several teeth the others eyes swollen shut.
“Listen you two are on this case together.” Connor blew smoke out the side of his mouth, while Baker swore.
“Cold day in hell I am not partnering that ass sucking trader.” Baker fumed, standing five feet eleven to Connor’s six two, he has balls. As one of the best marks men in the department, second only to your truly.
Connor shifted glaring at Baker, “Say that again, punk.”
Baker hissed prepared to retort, however the Sledge let the hammer fall. “That’s enough! You two work this fucking case! Connor’s the lead!” he barked, cutting Baker off before he exhaled. “That’s Final!” He slapped the district attorneys file hard against Baker’s chest.
Connor sidestepped the Captain heading for the door. “See I’m the lead.” He sneered flicking his cigarette in Baker face causing the younger cop to jump back knocking the flaming butt away.
“Mother fuc…!” Baker yelled.
Connor did not hear the rest out in the hall heading for the interrogation room. In a small supply closet, he grabbed two blankets and a first aid kit, snapping on dark green gloves and shoving extra in his pockets. He then made his way to Ryan, to get the kid to the hospital.
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(1) m.o. Motive & Opportunity
(2) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murder The quote is from ‘Legal analysis of murder
[TBC]