Chapter 6

Lady B

Kane was sitting in his car outside of Mark's place which was a converted warehouse on West End Avenue and 45th Street. He saw Mark pull up on his bike and pull out a remote from his tench coat. The metal gate started its ascent very quietly. Mark pulled his bike into the warehouse and motioned for Kane to come in. Kane grabbed the files that were on the passengers side seat and got out of his car. He locked it and followed Mark inside. The outside of the warehouse did nothing for the inside. There was track lighting everywhere. It was furnished very nicely with a curving stairway at that end which led up to the second floor where the living arrangements were. Kane followed Mark upstairs and Mark showed him into the living room which was furnished mostly with antique furniture. From the livingroom you could look down and see the first floor where Mark kept his many bikes and his car.

Mark put on a pot of coffee as Kane put the files on the center table. Mark came back with two large cups of black coffee and handed one to Kane. They sat down and Kane pulled out the first file. He opened it and handed Mark a picture of the first victim. She was a very pretty Caucasian girl who had been found in an alley in midtown Manhattan. Her name was Missy. "She was 26 years old, from a good family. She worked as a physical therapist and had only been in the city for about 2 years. Prior to that she had lived in Canada" Kane explained as he handed the file to Mark and picked up the next one.

Kane opened the file, handed Mark her picture and read from the report. "Kari, was a single Caucasian female and in her early 30's. She was found under the Brooklyn Bridge a week after Missy's body had been found. She worked for an Insurance Company in midtown. She was engaged to be married and her fiancé was devastated when he found out she had been killed. A full investigation had been done on the fiancé and he was cleared as a suspect". Kane handed that file to Mark as well as he picked up another one and handed Mark a picture.

"Chawnie was a single, African American female in her early 20's who had been a model for several years. She had traveled extensively as part of her career and her face had graced various magazines including the cover of Brides. Her body was found 2 days after Kari's on the pier which docked the "Enterprise" Floating Museum - a converted Navy carrier - which was housed on 43rd Street and West End Avenue". Kane handed that file over to Mark as he picked up the next one, pulled out a picture and handed that to Mark.

"Lynn was a Caucasian female in her early 20's, a college student attending the Harvard University School of Law, who was in town on Spring break visiting some friends. Her body was found 3 days after Chawnie's body was discovered in Central Park near the Carousel. She had a boyfriend who attended the same college as she did, but he was at his parent's house during Spring break and he was cleared as a suspect". Kane handed that file over to Mark and grabbed another, once again pulling out the picture and handing it to Mark.

"Taj was a Hispanic female in her mid 20's who had graduated from one of the universities in Puerto Rico. She had no boyfriend, as she had just applied for a position with the federal government and had been accepted. She was due to join the feds in a month's time and was visiting relatives in the city when she was killed. Her body was found in East Harlem at Jefferson Pool". He handed that file and grabbed the last three, handing Mark those pictures.

"The three victims found tonight were Leila, Tracy and Nikole. Apparently they had met through the internet and had decided to get together and go out for a night on the town before they returned to Nikole's apartment. Leila was a Caucasian female in her mid 20's who worked as a translator and was from Italy. She had just arrived in New York a week ago and was staying with Nikole for a couple of weeks before she had to return to Italy. She came from a good, well to do, family in Italy and had no enemies here in the states. Tracy was a Caucasian single mom in her mid thirties who lived in Texas with her son. All her neighbors and friends back home had nothing but good things to say about her. She was always willing to help others and was a very nice, cheerful person. Nikole was a Caucasian female in her early 20's who, according to her family, was going to be moving to California to attend the university there and was going to major in fashion design" Kane said as he handed the files to Mark.

Kane took a sip from his coffee and sat back as he looked at Mark who had spread the photos on the coffee table. "Whatcha' doing partner?" Kane asked. "I'm trying to see if there are any similarities between the victims" Mark said as he looked at all the photos side by side.

Kane came over and sat next to Mark trying to see if he could spot any. After a while Mark got up and started pacing the room as he ran his fingers through his long auburn colored hair and gently massages the bandage on his head which covered his wound.

Kane looked up at him and said "Partner, the only similarity that I can find in all of these girls is that they were all tortured, skinned alive and exsanguinated. They all come from different backgrounds, are of different races and diverse backgrounds. The only thing they had in common is that they were all very beautiful ladies" Kane said as he looked back down at the pictures.

Chapter 7

Angel of Doom

As Mark and Kane walked out of the warehouse that served as Mark's living quarters a gunshot rang out, breaking the silence of the night and grazing Mark on his left shoulder. He jumped and bolted like lightening, drawing his gun from the inside of his trench coat. He pushed Kane onto the ground screaming at him to take cover. Several more shots rang out, the bullets flying everywhere and the next thing all hell broke lose. "Kane are you alright?" He asked Kane, "Yeah" Kane answered as he turned around to return fire. "Hey", Mark said to Kane, "The rooftop. He's on the rooftop of the building across the street". They both started firing at the rooftop until the chambers of their guns were empty. Then everything was quiet and calm, and silence reigned thru the night. "Kane are you alright" Det. Calaway asked. "Yes" Kane answered.

As they were getting ready to leave the call came on Kane's radio that a man have been found almost dead in Central Park, and that his companion had been abducted. A note had been left there for Det. Calaway. " Do you want me to read it to you, Det." the dispatcher asked Mark. He grunted and said "of course". "Okay, but you're not gonna like it. The note says: "We got this woman, and we're gonna kill her if you don't come back home to us. We're gonna torture her until she asks to be killed. We're gonna skin her and let her bleed to the point that will leave her with enough blood just to keep her alive" the dispatcher said.

Mark turned to Kane and said:"There has to be something that links all this victims together. Some sort of clue or explanation. Find it and call me when you do. Go, go now". He turned around and looked at the rooftops once again, but there was nothing, nothing at all.

When Det. Calaway arrived at Central Park the paramedics where working on Scotty Too Hotty patching up his head. He looked at Mark and said:"Thanks a lot Deadman. Look at what happened to me for talking to you. And to top it all off they have my friend, Lady Cat". "I know", Mark interrupted him, "They left a note" he added. "What does it says?" Scotty inquired. "Nothing good" Mark answered as he looked around.

His sight got lost in the darkness of the night. Thinking. Who could these people be? Why they wanted him so badly that they were willing to commit murder right under his nose? He didn't have any clues. Not yet, but soon. Soon he would find out or he would die trying. Right now the task at hand was to find the abducted girl before it was too late for her.

Chapter 8

Tangett Killafew

The Beginning of Lady Cat's Demise

The cold wet wall pressing on lady Cats back was the only embrace she received, until two men entered the cell she was in. Without a word she was taken to a much larger room where she was strapped to a table. She was shivering but did not put up a fight for fear of ending up like the poor girl Jackie. She did, however, try to talk to her captors "PLEASE RELEASE ME, I WILL NOT TELL ANYONE ABOUT WHAT I HAVE SEEN OR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME! "

Quietly they walked away saying nothing to her. How long she was here she did not know. She must have fallen asleep waiting for someone. For when she noticed for the first time anyone was in the room there was a group all around her, chanting words she did not understand. She felt as if she was in a bad movie. And it was probably possible in her mind, if not for the fact that she knew she was not sleeping or in a movie.

The men walked over to her and started painting emblems all over her naked body. She shivered at their touch, but again no words were spoken. Even though she was crying and screaming for them to stop. When they were done yet another figure approached her. This one was more direct in his touch. As he reached between her legs and began to touch her in ways only Scotty ever had. Against her will her body began to react to his stimulation of her most private and cherished area. A slow moan escaped her lips and she noticed that her hips were moving in rhythm of his touch. He calmly climbed over her body and opened his robe. She saw through the dim lighting just what he intended to do. Deep in the recesses of her mind she was aching for him to enter her and give her release of the sensations she was feeling.

Entering her he did, his warm manhood forced her body to focus on the excitement his body was giving her. The others in the room did not even register in her mind. Even though they were again chanting an old cryptic demonic phrase. Lady Cat moved to his rhythmic motion and she did not even notice the razor in his hand. At the peak of her orgasm, he reached out and cut into her right nipple. Removing a layer of skin and reaching down to lick the blood that was released from her body now! Lady Cat, not knowing this, gave into her emotions as she rode the waves of the most splendid sexual orgasm she has ever experienced in all of her life. She called out in moans "YES OH YES TAKE ME SCOTTY TAKE ME LIKE ONLY YOU CAN! ". As she came down from her trip she sensed a pain in her right breast. She tried to look at it and screamed as she noticed the blood for the first time. At this point the man removed himself from her body and gave the razor to the next man.

"She is ready for all of you brothers, I have seen to it. Have your way with her and remember to leave your mark." Slowly they turned and looked at Lady Cat and began to chant again. Even as the next man began to open his robe and she noticed the biggest penis she has ever seen. And part of her wanted to scream knowing she was about to be cut again, while the other side wanted to try this new tool out. She knew she was going nowhere and she was at their mercy. All she could do was pray that they would not kill her. And that she could find a way to escape from all of this madness. She closed her eyes and went further into her own mind as she was about to be raped by the rest of the members of this cult.

Chapter 9

Lady B

Mark Rode his bike for a while trying to clear his head. He had to find the connection between the victims, himself and the killers. After a while he drove back home and went into the living room to once again look over the pictures of the victims. After several hours of going over the files and staring at the pictures the only thing that he could come up with were that all the victims were female and very pretty. Aside from the way they were killed there was nothing to tie them together. They were all from different backgrounds. The majority of them were from out of state. The only tie between all of them was that they had been killed in New York City in the same fashion.

He got up from the sofa and headed towards the bathroom. Not being able to find a clue was one thing that seemed to bother him. He removed his clothes and stepped into the shower letting the hot water run over his body. As he stood there under the jets of water the phone rang. He reached out of the shower stall and grabbed the wall phone. "Yeah?" he said into the mouth piece. "Hey partner, it's me Kane. I've been going over the files of the victims again and the only thing that I can come up with is that they were all killed in the same fashion, they were all female and quite the lookers". "That I already know" Mark replied as he dunked his head under the stream of water. "So how do you come into the picture? The note that was left stated that unless you come back to them the killings will continue" Kane said. "I don't know. The thing that I know is that Lady Cat is already dead because of something that I have to do and I don't know what it is" Mark replied. "Well, maybe we are looking in the wrong place. Maybe we should be looking into something from your past" Kane replied. "That's an idea" Mark said. "Why don't you get some rest and I'll be over early in the morning to pick you up" Kane said. "Why don't you just call me and I'll met you at the library. My family comes from a long lineage and there may be something at the library that can point us in the right direction" Mark added. "Will do partner. I'll speak to you in the morning" Kane said. "Okay, but not too early" Mark said as he hung up the phone.

He stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around himself. He reached into his medicine cabinet and pulled out 3 pain killers from a bottle he kept stashed away in the back of the cabinet. He popped them into his mouth and swallowed them without having to wash them down. He walked over to his king sized bed and dropped the towel as he slid under the sheet and promptly went to sleep.

Mark was awakened by the ringing of the phone. He picked it up and grunted into the mouthpiece. "Hey partner, rise and shine. I'll met you at the library in an hour" he heard Kane say before the line went dead.

Mark sat up and groaned as he grabbed his head. All the events of the previous few days came tumbling back into his mind as he got out of bed, grabbed the towel that lay on the floor and wrapped it around himself. He went into the kitchen and put the coffee pot on. He needed a strong, black cup before he would be able to function this morning. As the coffee was brewing he went back and dressed in his customary black outfit. He brushed his hair, making sure he didn't brush too hard over the wound on his head and placed his bandana on his head. He went back into the kitchen and poured himself a cup of the dark liquid that had come out of the coffee pot. He spooned in some sugar and sipped it until it was cool enough so that he could finish it. Once it was gone he put the cup in the sink and walked out to the living room.

He grabbed his fingerless gloves and bike keys and headed downstairs. He hit the ascent button on the garage door remote as he swung his leg over the bike seat, put the key in the ignition and revved up the bike. He adjusted his trench so that it wouldn't catch on the tires, put on his gloves and made sure his shades were on snugly. He hit the descent button to the garage door as he rode out, looking back once he saw that the door had closed.

He drove in the direction of the library with only one thought on his mind. To find out what the connection between him and the killers was.

Chapter 10

Angel of Doom

Inferno's Discotheque

As Mark rode his motorcycle down 42nd St. He kept thinking, Who? What? And most important why?. As he entered the public library where Det. Kane was waiting for him, he looked around, for he sensed that he was being watched.

He saw Kane sitting at a table at the end of the first floor by the back entrance. He was looking at some fiction detective story books. He saw Mark approach and motioned to him with his arm. "So what's new, Kane" he asked as he pulled a chair making so much noise that all heads turned around to look at him. "Well" Kane answered " Here's the deal". He looked around to make sure nobody was listening. "All the victims were seen at one time or another at a club called Inferno's Discotheque, down in Soho". Mark looked at him as if he started to understand the killer or killers, since he knew what kind of club that was. He knew that it was a pick up place for people with deranged sexual perversions and total disregard for human feelings. "So, what you are trying to tell me is that all these girls at one time or another were there". "Yes" Kane answered. "But" he continued "there's more". "They all visited the same room of the club "Hell's Dungeon" were everything and anything goes". "Well I guess that we're gonna have to pay them a little visit, don't you think?" Mark said. Kane looked at him as if he was crazy . . . and he was.

When Mark and Kane walked into the club and looked around, Mark grinned and asked himself what kind of shit hole is this? The women, hardly wearing any clothes, were dancing to the beat of the music. If you could call music the loud noise coming out of the speakers. He scanned the place like a hungry dog in a dead end alley. They separated agreeing to met at the back later.

He noticed the group of men and one woman sitting close to the stage were a woman was doing an obscene dance right out of the bowels of hell, nasty, like a cat in heat. He noticed that this particular group was dressed the same, acted the same and even drank the same drink. He paid particular attention as he walked slowly towards them. He could see them talking to each other into their ears as if concealing their conversation, which Det. Calaway paid a lot of attention to.

When the one that seemed to be their leader looked up and saw Mark coming their way he said loudly as if warning the others "Well, well if it isn't the one and only Det. Mark Calaway. The famous Deadman. What brings you to my neck of the woods, Det." "Steven . . . Steven Richards" Mark said. "I thought that you was still in jail". "You ever heard about lawyers" he was quick to answer "I can afford very good and expensive ones you know" he added. Mark looked the table over and counted the men and woman around the table and said "What a nice reunion, The GoodFather, Bull Buchanan, Val Venis. Ah! And dangerous Ivory. Whassup with the uniforms? You guys play in the same band?" Mark asked mockingly. "Very funny detective" Ivory was quick to answer. "Shut the hell up" he replied.

The four men started to raise from the table but mark's fists were already at work punching The Goodfather as he got up with bad intentions that were cut off even before he could stand. At that moment Kane was moving towards them like a bolt of lightening and was standing behind the table, but the five crooks were too busy with Mark to notice. So when Val Venis tried to reach for Mark he was hit so hard in his liver and ribs area by Kane that he could taste the previous day's meal.

At this point all hell broke loose, tables and chairs were flying everywhere. Steven Richards was sent flying back with half of his face torn open by the continency of Mark's punches. Bull thought that attacking Kane from behind was a good idea, but it wasn't. Kane's fists went to work also. All of a sudden the patrons of the club started aiding the hoodlums and the detectives thought that a retreat at this moment was a good idea.

They fought their way out of the disco. A shot rang out and Kane felt the bullet go through his left arm but he did not flinch. "I'm hit" he said "But I'm ok" and proceeded to draw his gun and Mark did the same. Some how the call had gone in to their precinct and back up was arriving.

As the police officers arrived the gun battle was at full blast. Bullets flying everywhere. Even innocent people got hit by the flying bullets. At the end of the battle three police officers were dead and about five injured.

Bull, The Goodfather and Val Venis were laying in a pool of blood, motionless and dead. Ivory was hiding under a table and Mark went for her. As he walked towards her he heard a noise to his left and turned to look, drawing his gun at the same time taking the shot that pulverized, Steven Richards face. By the time that Steven reached the floor he was already dead, "Take a look at his hand" Mark said. And everybody looked to see Steven holding a Dillinger pistol in his left hand. He kept walking towards Ivory, whose face was petrified with fear and could not move and said "You're going downtown missy and you are gonna talk even through you're elbows" . He cuffed her and told an uniform police officer "Book her".

He walked to the paramedics wagon to check on Kane, "Are you alright?" He asked Kane. "I've been better" he said. "Ok, take some time off, I'm gonna interrogate Ivory and see what I can get out of her, and she'll talk because she's scare" Mark said, "stay by the phone, I'll call you as soon as I find out something" and with that he dashed out of the ambulance and got on his bike and rode away, getting lost in the darkness of the night.

Part 3

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