When humanity cries out from atrocities heaped upon them on earth. Heaven hears their pleas. When the souls of those, who had been slain, called out and asked, ‘’Oh sovereign lord, how long until you avenge our blood, and judge the wicked inhabitants of the earth?” There was a moment’s pause, before the thunderous voice answered:
“The time has come.” In which one of the seven seals were opened and out came a living creature; holding a pair of scales in one hand, the other, wielding a large sword, his name… ‘Death’.
Monroe Dakota, a native New Yorker and fitness enthusiast, who loves to paint pictures with words. Writing is the author’s chosen vehicle for projecting the visions of a limitless imagination. Monroe is the author of Calamity, which is the first book to a series of Sci-fi erotic novels. Check out Monroe’s blog at Monroedakota.com
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Calamity First Of A Series
Guiding his six-foot frame from the shower, towel wrapped around his waist; Vaughn cleared the misty mirror, admiring his blond hair, blue eyes, and well defined torso.
“You handsome mother; shut your mouth!” He published, bouncing his pectorals, chipper, as today was the long-awaited outgoing to Montauk with his family.
Tying the bathrobe, expecting his wife or one of their two-teenage children to barge in as next. There was nothing. The house seemed oddly quiet. Disregarding, he resumed, proceeding towards his bedroom.
A sudden blow to the back of the skull sent him crumpling unconscious.
Vaughn’s head throbbed ferociously, his blurred vision striving to adjust to the gloomy surroundings…A bit more coherent, he realized he was in the living room, on his stomach, handcuffed to the radiator.
Managing to roll onto his back, electrifying panic ripped through his body-seeing his wife, daughter, and son, all faced down on the carpet, hands subdued behind them, duct-tape across their mouths.
“Greetings.” Acknowledged the cheerily, Scottish accent.
Vaughn’s focus moved to the unknown intruder draped monk’s cowl, it’s hood pulled over his head.
“Who in the hell are you!? What are you doing in my home!? I hope you’re fully aware who you’re dealing with! I’m a N.Y.P.D. officer! Now I suggest you get the hell out! And pray that I don’t hunt you down and make you regret this day!” Vaughn declared, his threat receiving chortles.
“I can assure you when I leave here, you’ll be in no position to harm me. Or anyone else for that matter.”
In spite of his mounting fear. Vaughn’s curiosity was struck, instincts telling him this wasn’t just a random intrusion.
“Yes, Michael Vaughn…We both know that you’ve been a real naughty boy over the years…Isn’t that so?” Rekindled the stranger.
Vaughn remained tight-lipped.
“Protect and serve…Or is it serve and protect? The slogan goes something along those lines, am I correct?…You do remember reciting this when you took your oath to protect mankind, No?…Of course you’ve broken this promise religiously. But why wouldn’t you? You’ve severed the sacred ones to your marriage.”
“You know nothing about me! Get out!” Shrieked Vaughn, rattling the cuffs.
“You’re wrong Michael Vaughn. I know a lot about you. So does Melinda…She knows where your time is spent when you tell her you’re out working overtime.” He sulked, letting his words marinate.
“It get’s better…Apparently, you’re not the only one enjoying time away from your spouse. Isn’t that so, Melinda?”
Perspiration soaked Melinda’s brown hair, tears streaming down her face, her lips quivering in fear as Vaughn scowled her, his frown deep.
“How good of a detective would you make missing something so conspicuous?” The man attached.
“Did you not get suspicious with her suddenly not challenging your not coming home at nights?”
“Just take what you want and get out!”
“Oh. I’ll attain what I seek. You have no choice in that matter…What I desire, should be of deliberation.” Stalled the stranger.
“You will confess to the world just how much of a dishonest person you are; the immoral acts you’ve committed against mankind.
The innocent your hands slaughtered, and-or aided to convict falsely. And the countless women, some no older than your very own daughter, you’ve victimized…Although you wash yourself with baking soda. And use an abundance of soap. The stain of your guilt lingers before me.”
Vaughn glimpsed to his family and saw their fearful yet inquiring stares fixed on him.
“I only speak the truth.” Asserted the stranger, revealing a small silk-draw string bag from his pocket.
Vaughn eyed-flabbergasted, as three marbles magically rose to levitate, initiating rotation around each other, it’s dim light heightening until the dusky room became partially illuminated.
Vaughn’s awe-struck expression locked in on the projecting images, of all that the stranger accused.
Melinda’s fear peaked observing the crazed grimace on Michael’s face, not knowing what was provoking it, for she and the children were facing him.
The marbles light grew dim as they carefully sunk back down in the bag.
‘How did he do that?’ Vaughn tried to fathom.
“You accuse me of lies…Will you charge your own eyes?”
Reaching in his cloak, the reverberation of two knives scraping together sounded when the man swiftly drew a sword, surging fear through Vaughn when he raised it above Melinda’s head;
“NO! NO! NO! Please!” Vaughn cried.
The stranger swung the steel with unbelievable speed-and-precision, severing Melinda’s restraints without harming as much as a hair on her.
Vaughn’s chest heaved forcibly.
“You’ll need to attain your recording device for this segment of the Michael Vaughn’s show.” Advertised the foreigner.
Reaching down timidly, Melinda retrieved the cellular in her pocket.
For the next half hour the Vaughn family listened, taken back as he testified to the many people he framed, banking on the fact the court would never challenge his integrity as an officer, despite-inconsistent testimony, or lack of corroborating evidence against the accused.
Vaughn relayed how he would pick up young-runaway girls who served as prostitutes, and threaten them with jail time if they didn’t comply with his sexual demands.
His testimony coming to closure mentioning the two, young, unarmed men that he murdered.
Vaughn’s mind raced after all was said and done. His primary thought; that recording could not become public. His career would be over, not to mention the criminal charges to follow. The least of his worries was what his family was thinking, he’d just tell them he fabricated all that the mad-man wanted to hear fearing that he’d harm them if he refused.
“You’re still pondering ways to cover your truths.” The stranger publicized.
‘Is he reading my damn mind?’ Vaughn mugged, boggled.
“How does it feel to finally rid yourself of the deceitful burdens you’ve lugged for so long?” Questioned the trespasser, glaring down at Vaughn who was trying to get a visual of the man’s face, but only saw darkness, as if there wasn’t one within the hood.
“It has to feel liberating, am I correct?…On the contrary. I have a bit of pleasant news. Which is, I’m going to give you a choice. A chance to restore the trust you’ve abolished.”
The man ended, snatching Jennifer’s head back by her pony tail, sliding the sharp blade under her neck.
“NO! NO! Please!” Both parents begged.
“Seeming as though I have your full attention. I shouldn’t have to repeat myself in the least…Makes me feel as though I’m not being taken seriously. And that will not be good for you, or your loved ones, if I begin to feel that way.”
“Okay! Okay! Please let her go!” Vaughn cried.
“Can I trust you? Better yet, can your family rely on you not to do anything foolish shall I release you from your binds?”
“Yes! You can trust me!”
“Very well then. If it’ll make you feel any better.”
The outlaw released Jennifer, followed by tossing Melinda the cuff key.
Vaughn massaged his numb wrists where the metal bracelets had been.
“Do you mind fetching me a glass of water?”
‘I’ll get you some water alright.’ Thought Vaughn.
In the kitchen, Vaughn let the tap run a bit. After taking a sneak peek into the living room, seeing the assailant with his back turned muttering something to Melinda. Vaughn quickly retrieved the revolver he kept taped beneath the cabinet sink. Checking to make sure it was fully loaded, a feeling of empowerment enveloped him.
Taking another gander, observing the monk-man’s back still facing him, Vaughn cocked the pistol’s hammer back then dashed out the kitchen.
‘CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!’ The hammer hitting the firing pin sounded repetitiously.
Vaughn’s heart pounded ferociously, not understanding why the gun hadn’t fired…Uncommon for a revolver.
“That wouldn’t happen to be the weapon that was hidden under the kitchen sink, now would it?” Inquired the stranger, his back remaining towards Vaughn.
“I thought you said we could trust you?” He reminded.
“You may return to your area, and rebind yourself.”
The visitor spoke, his tonality nonchalant.
Vaughn did so.
“For the next half hour of this segment. You’ll have a chance to experience the not-so-kindness you’ve shown your brethren…You’ll endure the very feelings of those you’ve forced to choose between two evils…I’ve been appointed to be your judge. Jury. And prosecutor…Your plea bargain to save the lives of your family.”
The man lulled, his sinister smirk encasing Vaughn in uneasiness.
“Will be to either copulate her.” He pointed to Jennifer.
“Or him.” His finger now aimed at Robby, Vaughn’s son.
“You have thirty seconds to decide. If time elapses, I will select one to be slain…Time begins now.”
“Listen to me for just one moment, please, sir, I don’t know what to call you, what’s your name?”
“Fifteen…Fourteen…Thirteen.” The outlander counted.
“Michael!” Melinda’s sudden screams of panic nearly made him drop the key as he fumbled with the cuffs.
Vaughn glimpsed to her and saw the firearm now clutched in her palm, her arm moving towards their children with what look to be out of her control as they yelled endlessly in terror.
“Look! I’m doing it!” Roared Vaughn, looking back and forth between Melinda, and the cuffs, desperately trying to get the key into hole, but it fell from his grasp.
Sounded the thunderous discharge, both parents wailing out frenzied, staring at the aftermath of the bullet that left their son’s brain matter and fragments scattered about.
“What have you done!?” Hollered Vaughn over Melinda’s bellows.
“Please stop!” Melinda cried out, sobbing hysterically, her armed hand now fixing on Jennifer, whose traumatized glare was on her brother’s corpse.
“Thirty seconds begins now.” Smoothly delivered the stranger. Vaughn managed to do away with the handcuff. Whimpering as he staggered over to where his daughter lay on her stomach…Kneeling down…he undid his robe. Then raised her grown. The sight of her lower half sickening him. Making it impossible to achieve erection…Death would be much easier Vaughn consummated, attempting to rise, but couldn’t move as if he was glued down.
Suddenly his penis sprung to life as if he were on some supernatural enhancement, his body moving against his doing, positioning itself to rest on Jennifer, with him screaming and bawling, trying to fight the unseen force…But failed.
Jennifer’s eyes never left her sibling as the foreign object of her father’s manhood suspended her virginity. It wasn’t until Vaughn ejaculated in her depths that he was discharged from the force he was made a puppet to.
Back at the radiator. Vaughn’s head slumped down on his chest as he wept without restraint.
“Now Jenny. I’m not going to have any trouble out of you, am I?” Posed the villain, standing her up.
Jennifer remained mute. Her stare detachable from Robby.
“I take your silence as compliance.”
The captor then rerouted his visual to Michael and Melinda.
“It seems that we’re done here…In the next minute or so. You’ll lose the gift of speech…Would either of you like to say anything to Jennifer before our departure?”
Vaughn couldn’t bring himself to face her.
“I’m sorry.” Melinda mustered, lowly, choking on sobs.
Following an unexplainable burst of blinding light…The intruder, along with Jennifer, vanished into thin air.