Couples caught in hidden camera

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2020.08.04 13:11 garmrfenrisson Couples caught in hidden camera

WOW #GiselleMaxwellslist became unsealed some time yesterday and here's what happened while y'all were distracted by bullshit.
Democratic Illinois State Representative, Keith Farnham, has resigned and was charged with possession of child pornography and has been accused of bragging at an online site about sexually molesting a 6-year-old girl.
Democratic spokesperson for the Arkansas Democratic Party, Harold Moody, Jr, was charged with distribution and possession of child pornography.
Democratic Radnor Township Board of Commissioners member, Philip Ahr, resigned from his position after being charged with possession of child pornography and abusing children between 2 and 6 years-old.
Democratic activist and BLM organizer, Charles Wade, was arrested and charged with human trafficking and underage prostitution.
Democratic Texas attorney and activist, Mark Benavides, was charged with having sex with a minor, inducing a child under 18 to have sex and compelling prostitution of at least nine legal clients and possession of child pornography. He was found guilty on six counts of sex trafficking.
Democratic Virginia Delegate, Joe Morrissey, was indicted on charges connected to his relationship with a 17-year-old girl and was charged with supervisory indecent liberties with a minor, electronic solicitation of a minor, possession of child pornography and distribution of child pornography.
Democratic Massachusetts Congressman, Gerry Studds, was censured by the House of Representatives after he admitted to an inappropriate relationship with a 17-year-old page.
Democratic Former Mayor of Stillwater, New York, Rick Nelson was plead guilty to five counts of possession of child pornography of children less than 16 years of age.
Democratic Former Mayor of Clayton, New York, Dale Kenyon, was indicted for sexual acts against a teenager.
Democratic Former Mayor of Hubbard, Ohio, Richard Keenan, was given a life sentence in jail for raping a 4-year-old girl.
Democratic Former Mayor of Winston, Oregeon, Kenneth Barrett, was arrested for setting up a meeting to have sex with a 14-year-old girl who turned out to be a police officer.
Democratic Former Mayor of Randolph, Nebraska, Dwayne L. Schutt, was arrested and charged with four counts of felony third-degree sexual assault of a child and one count of intentional child abuse.
Democratic Former Mayor of Dawson, Georgia, Christopher Wright, was indicted on the charges of aggravated child molestation, aggravated sodomy, rape, child molestation and statutory rape of an 11-year-old boy and a 12-year-old girl.
Democratic Former Mayor of Stockton, California, Anthony Silva, was charged with providing alcohol to young adults during a game of strip poker that included a 16-year-old boy at a camp for underprivileged children run by the mayor.
Democratic Former Mayor of Millbrook, New York, Donald Briggs, was arrested and charged with inappropriate sexual contact with a person younger than 17.
Democratic party leader for Victoria County, Texas, Stephen Jabbour, plead guilty to possession and receiving over half a million child pornographic images.
Democratic activist and fundraiser, Terrence Bean, was arrested on charges of sodomy and sex abuse in a case involving a 15-year-old boy and when the alleged victim declined to testify, and the judge dismissed the case.
Democratic Party Chairman for Davidson County, Tennessee, Rodney Mullin, resigned amid child pornography allegations.
Democratic activist, Andrew Douglas Reed, pleaded guilty to a multiple counts of 2nd-degree sexual exploitation of a minor for producing child pornography.
Democratic official from Terre Haute, Indiana, David Roberts was sentenced to federal prison for producing and possessing child pornography including placing hidden cameras in the bedrooms and bathrooms at a home he shared with two minor female victims.
Democratic California Congressman, Tony Cárdenas, is being sued in LA County for allegedly sexually abused a 16-year-old girl.
Democratic aide to Senator Barbara Boxer, Jeff Rosato, plead guilty to charges of trading in child pornography.
Democratic Alaskan State Representative, Dean Westlake, resigned from his seat after the media published a report alleging he fathered a child with a 16-year-old girl when he was 28.
Democratic New Jersey State Assemblyman, Neil Cohen, was convicted of possession and distribution of child pornography.
Republican Tim Nolan, Kentucky, pled guilty to child sex trafficking and on February 11, 2018 he was sentenced to serve 20 years in prison.
Republican state Senator Ralph Shortey was indicted on four counts of human trafficking and child pornography. In November 2017, he pleaded guilty to one count of child sex trafficking in exchange for the dropping of the other charges.
Republican anti-abortion activist Howard Scott Heldreth is a convicted child rapist in Florida.
Republican County Commissioner David Swartz pleaded guilty to molesting two girls under the age of 11 and was sentenced to 8 years in prison.
Republican judge Mark Pazuhanich pleaded no contest to fondling a 10-year old girl and was sentenced to 10 years probation.
Republican anti-abortion activist Nicholas Morency pleaded guilty to possessing child pornography on his computer and offering a bounty to anybody who murders an abortion doctor.
Republican legislator Edison Misla Aldarondo was sentenced to 10 years in prison for raping his daughter between the ages of 9 and 17.
Republican Mayor Philip Giordano is serving a 37-year sentence in federal prison for sexually abusing 8- and 10-year old girls.
Republican campaign consultant Tom Shortridge was sentenced to three years probation for taking nude photographs of a 15-year old girl.
Republican Senator Strom Thurmond, a notable racist, had sex with a 15-year old black girl which produced a child.
Republican pastor Mike Hintz, whom George W. Bush commended during the 2004 presidential campaign, surrendered to police after admitting to a sexual affair with a female juvenile.
Republican legislator Peter Dibble pleaded no contest to having an inappropriate relationship with a 13-year-old girl.
Republican Congressman Donald “Buz” Lukens was found guilty of having sex with a female minor and sentenced to one month in jail.
Republican fundraiser Richard A. Delgaudio was found guilty of child porn charges and paying two teenage girls to pose for sexual photos.
Republican activist Mark A. Grethen convicted on six counts of sex crimes involving children.
Republican activist Randal David Ankeney pleaded guilty to attempted sexual assault on a child.
Republican Congressman Dan Crane had sex with a female minor working as a congressional page.
Republican activist and Christian Coalition leader Beverly Russell admitted to an incestuous relationship with his step daughter.
Republican congressman and anti-gay activist Robert Bauman was charged with having sex with a 16-year-old boy he picked up at a gay bar.
Republican Committee Chairman Jeffrey Patti was arrested for distributing a video clip of a 5-year-old girl being raped.
Republican activist Marty Glickman (a.k.a. “Republican Marty”), was taken into custody by Florida police on four counts of unlawful sexual activity with an underage girl and one count of delivering the drug LSD.
Republican legislative aide Howard L. Brooks was charged with molesting a 12-year old boy and possession of child pornography.
Republican Senate candidate John Hathaway was accused of having sex with his 12-year old baby sitter and withdrew his candidacy after the allegations were reported in the media.
Republican preacher Stephen White, who demanded a return to traditional values, was sentenced to jail after offering $20 to a 14-year-old boy for permission to perform oral sex on him.
Republican talk show host Jon Matthews pleaded guilty to exposing his genitals to an 11 year old girl.Republican anti-gay activist Earl “Butch” Kimmerling was sentenced to 40 years in prison for molesting an 8-year old girl after he attempted to stop a gay couple from adopting her.
Republican Party leader Paul Ingram pleaded guilty to six counts of raping his daughters and served 14 years in federal prison.
Republican election board official Kevin Coan was sentenced to two years probation for soliciting sex over the internet from a 14-year old girl.
Republican politician Andrew Buhr was charged with two counts of first degree sodomy with a 13-year old boy.
Republican politician Keith Westmoreland was arrested on seven felony counts of lewd and lascivious exhibition to girls under the age of 16 (i.e. exposing himself to children).
Republican anti-abortion activist John Allen Burt was charged with sexual misconduct involving a 15-year old girl.
Republican County Councilman Keola Childs pleaded guilty to molesting a male child.
Republican activist John Butler was charged with criminal sexual assault on a teenage girl.Republican candidate Richard Gardner admitted to molesting his two daughters.
Republican Councilman and former Marine Jack W. Gardner was convicted of molesting a 13-year old girl.
Republican County Commissioner Merrill Robert Barter pleaded guilty to unlawful sexual contact and assault on a teenage boy.
Republican City Councilman Fred C. Smeltzer, Jr. pleaded no contest to raping a 15 year-old girl and served 6-months in prison.
Republican activist Parker J. Bena pleaded guilty to possession of child pornography on his home computer and was sentenced to 30 months in federal prison and fined $18,000.
Republican parole board officer and former Colorado state representative, Larry Jack Schwarz, was fired after child pornography was found in his possession.
Republican strategist and Citadel Military College graduate Robin Vanderwall was convicted in Virginia on five counts of soliciting sex from boys and girls over the internet.
Republican city councilman Mark Harris, who is described as a “good military man” and “church goer,” was convicted of repeatedly having sex with an 11-year-old girl and sentenced to 12 years in prison.
Republican businessman Jon Grunseth withdrew his candidacy for Minnesota governor after allegations surfaced that he went swimming in the nude with four underage girls, including his daughter.
Republican director of the “Young Republican Federation” Nicholas Elizondo molested his 6-year old daughter and was sentenced to six years in prison.
Republican benefactor of conservative Christian groups, Richard A. Dasen Sr., was charged with rape for allegedly paying a 15-year old girl for sex. Dasen, 62, who is married with grown children and several grandchildren, has allegedly told police that over the past decade he paid more than $1 million to have sex with a large number of young women.
Democratic donor and billionaire, Jeffrey Epstein, ran an underage child sex brothel and was convicted of soliciting underage girls for prostitution.
Democratic New York Congressman, Anthony Weiner, plead guilty to transferring obscene material to a minor as part of a plea agreement for sexted and sending Twitter DMs to underage girls as young as 15.
Democratic donor, activist, and Hollywood producer Harvey Weinstein is being criminally prosecuted and civilly sued for years of sexual abuse (that was well known “secret” in Hollywood) including underage sexual activities with aspiring female actresses.
Democratic activist and #metoo proponent, Asia Argento, settled a lawsuit for sexual harassment stemming from sexual activities with an underage actor.
Democratic Mayor of Racine, Wisconsin, Gary Becker, was convicted of attempted child seduction, child pornography, and other child sex crimes.
Democratic Seattle Mayor Ed Murray resigned after multiple accusations of child sexual abuse were levied against him including by family members.
Democratic activist and aid to NYC Mayor De Blasio, Jacob Schwartz was arrested on possession of 3,000+ child pornographic images.
Democratic activist and actor, Russell Simmons, was sued based on an allegation of sexual assault where he coerced an underage model for sex.
Democratic Governor of Oregon, Neil Goldschmidt, after being caught by a newspaper, publicly admitted to having a past sexual relationship with a 13-year-old girl after the statute of limitations on the rape charges had expired.
Democratic Illinois Congressman, Mel Reynolds resigned from Congress after he was convicted of statutory rape of a 16-year-old campaign volunteer.
Democratic New York Congressman, Fred Richmond, was arrested in Washington D.C. for soliciting sex from a 16-year-old boy.
Democratic activist, donor, and director, Roman Polanski, fled the country after pleading guilty to statutory rape of a 13-year-old girl. Democrats and Hollywood actors still defend him to this day, including, Whoopi Goldberg, Martin Scorcese, Woody Allen, David Lynch, Wim Wenders, Pedro Almodovar, Tilda Swinton and Monica Bellucci.
Democratic State Senator from Alaska, George Jacko, was found guilty of sexual harassment of an underage legislative page.
Democratic State Representative candidate for Colorado, Andrew Myers, was convicted for possession of child pornography and enticing children.
Democratic Illinois Congressman, Gus Savage was investigated by the Democrat-controlled House Committee on Ethics for attempting to rape an underage female Peace Corps volunteer in Zaire. The Committee concluded that while the events did occur his apology was sufficient and took no further action.
Democratic activist, donor, and spokesperson for Subway, Jared Fogle, was convicted of distribution and receipt of child pornography and traveling to engage in illicit sexual conduct with a minor.
Democratic State Department official, Carl Carey, under Hillary Clinton’s state department, was arrested on ten counts of child porn possession.
Democratic Maine Assistant Attorney General, James Cameron, was sentenced to just over 15 years in federal prison for seven counts of child porn possession, receipt and transmission.
Democratic State Department official, Daniel Rosen, under Hillary Clinton’s state department, was arrested and charged with allegedly soliciting sex from a minor over the internet.
Democratic State Department official, James Cafferty, pleaded guilty to one count of transportation of child pornography.
Democratic radio host, Bernie Ward, plead guilty to one count of sending child pornography over the Internet.
Democratic deputy attorney general from California, Raymond Liddy, was arrested for possession of child pornography.
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2020.08.04 12:47 garmrfenrisson Couples caught in hidden camera

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WOW #GiselleMaxwellslist became unsealed some time yesterday and here's what happened while y'all were distracted by bullshit.
Democratic Illinois State Representative, Keith Farnham, has resigned and was charged with possession of child pornography and has been accused of bragging at an online site about sexually molesting a 6-year-old girl.
Democratic spokesperson for the Arkansas Democratic Party, Harold Moody, Jr, was charged with distribution and possession of child pornography.
Democratic Radnor Township Board of Commissioners member, Philip Ahr, resigned from his position after being charged with possession of child pornography and abusing children between 2 and 6 years-old.
Democratic activist and BLM organizer, Charles Wade, was arrested and charged with human trafficking and underage prostitution.
Democratic Texas attorney and activist, Mark Benavides, was charged with having sex with a minor, inducing a child under 18 to have sex and compelling prostitution of at least nine legal clients and possession of child pornography. He was found guilty on six counts of sex trafficking.
Democratic Virginia Delegate, Joe Morrissey, was indicted on charges connected to his relationship with a 17-year-old girl and was charged with supervisory indecent liberties with a minor, electronic solicitation of a minor, possession of child pornography and distribution of child pornography.
Democratic Massachusetts Congressman, Gerry Studds, was censured by the House of Representatives after he admitted to an inappropriate relationship with a 17-year-old page.
Democratic Former Mayor of Stillwater, New York, Rick Nelson was plead guilty to five counts of possession of child pornography of children less than 16 years of age.
Democratic Former Mayor of Clayton, New York, Dale Kenyon, was indicted for sexual acts against a teenager.
Democratic Former Mayor of Hubbard, Ohio, Richard Keenan, was given a life sentence in jail for raping a 4-year-old girl.
Democratic Former Mayor of Winston, Oregeon, Kenneth Barrett, was arrested for setting up a meeting to have sex with a 14-year-old girl who turned out to be a police officer.
Democratic Former Mayor of Randolph, Nebraska, Dwayne L. Schutt, was arrested and charged with four counts of felony third-degree sexual assault of a child and one count of intentional child abuse.
Democratic Former Mayor of Dawson, Georgia, Christopher Wright, was indicted on the charges of aggravated child molestation, aggravated sodomy, rape, child molestation and statutory rape of an 11-year-old boy and a 12-year-old girl.
Democratic Former Mayor of Stockton, California, Anthony Silva, was charged with providing alcohol to young adults during a game of strip poker that included a 16-year-old boy at a camp for underprivileged children run by the mayor.
Democratic Former Mayor of Millbrook, New York, Donald Briggs, was arrested and charged with inappropriate sexual contact with a person younger than 17.
Democratic party leader for Victoria County, Texas, Stephen Jabbour, plead guilty to possession and receiving over half a million child pornographic images.
Democratic activist and fundraiser, Terrence Bean, was arrested on charges of sodomy and sex abuse in a case involving a 15-year-old boy and when the alleged victim declined to testify, and the judge dismissed the case.
Democratic Party Chairman for Davidson County, Tennessee, Rodney Mullin, resigned amid child pornography allegations.
Democratic activist, Andrew Douglas Reed, pleaded guilty to a multiple counts of 2nd-degree sexual exploitation of a minor for producing child pornography.
Democratic official from Terre Haute, Indiana, David Roberts was sentenced to federal prison for producing and possessing child pornography including placing hidden cameras in the bedrooms and bathrooms at a home he shared with two minor female victims.
Democratic California Congressman, Tony Cárdenas, is being sued in LA County for allegedly sexually abused a 16-year-old girl.
Democratic aide to Senator Barbara Boxer, Jeff Rosato, plead guilty to charges of trading in child pornography.
Democratic Alaskan State Representative, Dean Westlake, resigned from his seat after the media published a report alleging he fathered a child with a 16-year-old girl when he was 28.
Democratic New Jersey State Assemblyman, Neil Cohen, was convicted of possession and distribution of child pornography.
Republican Tim Nolan, Kentucky, pled guilty to child sex trafficking and on February 11, 2018 he was sentenced to serve 20 years in prison.
Republican state Senator Ralph Shortey was indicted on four counts of human trafficking and child pornography. In November 2017, he pleaded guilty to one count of child sex trafficking in exchange for the dropping of the other charges.
Republican anti-abortion activist Howard Scott Heldreth is a convicted child rapist in Florida.
Republican County Commissioner David Swartz pleaded guilty to molesting two girls under the age of 11 and was sentenced to 8 years in prison.
Republican judge Mark Pazuhanich pleaded no contest to fondling a 10-year old girl and was sentenced to 10 years probation.
Republican anti-abortion activist Nicholas Morency pleaded guilty to possessing child pornography on his computer and offering a bounty to anybody who murders an abortion doctor.
Republican legislator Edison Misla Aldarondo was sentenced to 10 years in prison for raping his daughter between the ages of 9 and 17.
Republican Mayor Philip Giordano is serving a 37-year sentence in federal prison for sexually abusing 8- and 10-year old girls.
Republican campaign consultant Tom Shortridge was sentenced to three years probation for taking nude photographs of a 15-year old girl.
Republican Senator Strom Thurmond, a notable racist, had sex with a 15-year old black girl which produced a child.
Republican pastor Mike Hintz, whom George W. Bush commended during the 2004 presidential campaign, surrendered to police after admitting to a sexual affair with a female juvenile.
Republican legislator Peter Dibble pleaded no contest to having an inappropriate relationship with a 13-year-old girl.
Republican Congressman Donald “Buz” Lukens was found guilty of having sex with a female minor and sentenced to one month in jail.
Republican fundraiser Richard A. Delgaudio was found guilty of child porn charges and paying two teenage girls to pose for sexual photos.
Republican activist Mark A. Grethen convicted on six counts of sex crimes involving children.
Republican activist Randal David Ankeney pleaded guilty to attempted sexual assault on a child.
Republican Congressman Dan Crane had sex with a female minor working as a congressional page.
Republican activist and Christian Coalition leader Beverly Russell admitted to an incestuous relationship with his step daughter.
Republican congressman and anti-gay activist Robert Bauman was charged with having sex with a 16-year-old boy he picked up at a gay bar.
Republican Committee Chairman Jeffrey Patti was arrested for distributing a video clip of a 5-year-old girl being raped.
Republican activist Marty Glickman (a.k.a. “Republican Marty”), was taken into custody by Florida police on four counts of unlawful sexual activity with an underage girl and one count of delivering the drug LSD.
Republican legislative aide Howard L. Brooks was charged with molesting a 12-year old boy and possession of child pornography.
Republican Senate candidate John Hathaway was accused of having sex with his 12-year old baby sitter and withdrew his candidacy after the allegations were reported in the media.
Republican preacher Stephen White, who demanded a return to traditional values, was sentenced to jail after offering $20 to a 14-year-old boy for permission to perform oral sex on him.
Republican talk show host Jon Matthews pleaded guilty to exposing his genitals to an 11 year old girl.Republican anti-gay activist Earl “Butch” Kimmerling was sentenced to 40 years in prison for molesting an 8-year old girl after he attempted to stop a gay couple from adopting her.
Republican Party leader Paul Ingram pleaded guilty to six counts of raping his daughters and served 14 years in federal prison.
Republican election board official Kevin Coan was sentenced to two years probation for soliciting sex over the internet from a 14-year old girl.
Republican politician Andrew Buhr was charged with two counts of first degree sodomy with a 13-year old boy.
Republican politician Keith Westmoreland was arrested on seven felony counts of lewd and lascivious exhibition to girls under the age of 16 (i.e. exposing himself to children).
Republican anti-abortion activist John Allen Burt was charged with sexual misconduct involving a 15-year old girl.
Republican County Councilman Keola Childs pleaded guilty to molesting a male child.
Republican activist John Butler was charged with criminal sexual assault on a teenage girl.Republican candidate Richard Gardner admitted to molesting his two daughters.
Republican Councilman and former Marine Jack W. Gardner was convicted of molesting a 13-year old girl.
Republican County Commissioner Merrill Robert Barter pleaded guilty to unlawful sexual contact and assault on a teenage boy.
Republican City Councilman Fred C. Smeltzer, Jr. pleaded no contest to raping a 15 year-old girl and served 6-months in prison.
Republican activist Parker J. Bena pleaded guilty to possession of child pornography on his home computer and was sentenced to 30 months in federal prison and fined $18,000.
Republican parole board officer and former Colorado state representative, Larry Jack Schwarz, was fired after child pornography was found in his possession.
Republican strategist and Citadel Military College graduate Robin Vanderwall was convicted in Virginia on five counts of soliciting sex from boys and girls over the internet.
Republican city councilman Mark Harris, who is described as a “good military man” and “church goer,” was convicted of repeatedly having sex with an 11-year-old girl and sentenced to 12 years in prison.
Republican businessman Jon Grunseth withdrew his candidacy for Minnesota governor after allegations surfaced that he went swimming in the nude with four underage girls, including his daughter.
Republican director of the “Young Republican Federation” Nicholas Elizondo molested his 6-year old daughter and was sentenced to six years in prison.
Republican benefactor of conservative Christian groups, Richard A. Dasen Sr., was charged with rape for allegedly paying a 15-year old girl for sex. Dasen, 62, who is married with grown children and several grandchildren, has allegedly told police that over the past decade he paid more than $1 million to have sex with a large number of young women.
Democratic donor and billionaire, Jeffrey Epstein, ran an underage child sex brothel and was convicted of soliciting underage girls for prostitution.
Democratic New York Congressman, Anthony Weiner, plead guilty to transferring obscene material to a minor as part of a plea agreement for sexted and sending Twitter DMs to underage girls as young as 15.
Democratic donor, activist, and Hollywood producer Harvey Weinstein is being criminally prosecuted and civilly sued for years of sexual abuse (that was well known “secret” in Hollywood) including underage sexual activities with aspiring female actresses.
Democratic activist and #metoo proponent, Asia Argento, settled a lawsuit for sexual harassment stemming from sexual activities with an underage actor.
Democratic Mayor of Racine, Wisconsin, Gary Becker, was convicted of attempted child seduction, child pornography, and other child sex crimes.
Democratic Seattle Mayor Ed Murray resigned after multiple accusations of child sexual abuse were levied against him including by family members.
Democratic activist and aid to NYC Mayor De Blasio, Jacob Schwartz was arrested on possession of 3,000+ child pornographic images.
Democratic activist and actor, Russell Simmons, was sued based on an allegation of sexual assault where he coerced an underage model for sex.
Democratic Governor of Oregon, Neil Goldschmidt, after being caught by a newspaper, publicly admitted to having a past sexual relationship with a 13-year-old girl after the statute of limitations on the rape charges had expired.
Democratic Illinois Congressman, Mel Reynolds resigned from Congress after he was convicted of statutory rape of a 16-year-old campaign volunteer.
Democratic New York Congressman, Fred Richmond, was arrested in Washington D.C. for soliciting sex from a 16-year-old boy.
Democratic activist, donor, and director, Roman Polanski, fled the country after pleading guilty to statutory rape of a 13-year-old girl. Democrats and Hollywood actors still defend him to this day, including, Whoopi Goldberg, Martin Scorcese, Woody Allen, David Lynch, Wim Wenders, Pedro Almodovar, Tilda Swinton and Monica Bellucci.
Democratic State Senator from Alaska, George Jacko, was found guilty of sexual harassment of an underage legislative page.
Democratic State Representative candidate for Colorado, Andrew Myers, was convicted for possession of child pornography and enticing children.
Democratic Illinois Congressman, Gus Savage was investigated by the Democrat-controlled House Committee on Ethics for attempting to rape an underage female Peace Corps volunteer in Zaire. The Committee concluded that while the events did occur his apology was sufficient and took no further action.
Democratic activist, donor, and spokesperson for Subway, Jared Fogle, was convicted of distribution and receipt of child pornography and traveling to engage in illicit sexual conduct with a minor.
Democratic State Department official, Carl Carey, under Hillary Clinton’s state department, was arrested on ten counts of child porn possession.
Democratic Maine Assistant Attorney General, James Cameron, was sentenced to just over 15 years in federal prison for seven counts of child porn possession, receipt and transmission.
Democratic State Department official, Daniel Rosen, under Hillary Clinton’s state department, was arrested and charged with allegedly soliciting sex from a minor over the internet.
Democratic State Department official, James Cafferty, pleaded guilty to one count of transportation of child pornography.
Democratic radio host, Bernie Ward, plead guilty to one count of sending child pornography over the Internet.
Democratic deputy attorney general from California, Raymond Liddy, was arrested for possession of child pornography.
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2020.08.01 22:31 adqj808 Couples caught in hidden camera

The Geo rolled along the highway. It was a bright and sunny day. The sky was clear and sun lit the vast landscape of the Canadian Atlantic coast. The ocean was calm and sparking. His girlfriend had her seat leaned back as she stared into the infinite expanse of the Atlantic Ocean. She hadn’t said a word for the last half hour. He couldn’t blame her. This entire drive through Nova Scotia was her idea. It was without a doubt the most beautiful drive they had ever done.
She opened the window. In an instant the car was filled with the deafening thunder of highway air. The salty scent of the ocean filled the car. The ocean air was refreshing but the violent breeze was too much for him.
“Honey, do you mind?” he said.
“Sorry,” she replied, “I just wanted a bit of air.”
She began to manually role the window up. This Geo was an ancient beast of burden and had definitely seen better days. So long as the engine could guzzle along and you got where you needed to go, why complain, he would often tell himself. But when the last of the paint began to scratch away and the air conditioner went, he was starting to think it was finally time to move on. After eleven years of serving him, from the first days of college through to his third job and fourth girlfriend, the car was on its last legs.
Suddenly, he heard a loud crack.
“Shit!”, his girlfriend exclaimed.
He looked over only to see that she was holding a fragment of the window handle.
“Sorry, the damn thing was stuck. I..I tried to force it..”
“And you broke the damn thing off,” he interjected with a cold voice.
“I said sorry. I though it if I just used a little force..”
“How typical. You encounter the tiniest bit of resistance so you jump to try and use as much force as possible,” he said shaking his head.
She gave him a dirty stare. Then suddenly, in a blink of an eye, she whacked her forehand across his temple. He flinched slightly.
“See what I mean,” he said, only this time with a smile on his face.
She giggled and slowly they both began to open up in laughter.
“This thing survived a river plunge, being flipped over by some drunks, and somehow being attacked by an elk. But I think your broken handle there is the final nail in the coffin,” he said through this laughter.
“Finally replacing her?” she asked.
“Yup. You finally did her in,” he replied.
“Then let’s make this one last trip count,” she said.
The both exchanged soft smiles as he pressed the gas and engine struggled to speed on.
They continued to drive on. He eventually had to slow the car down because of the window. The noise of the wind kept either of the them from saying too much. Several cars passed them by. Some made sure to give their horns a long press as they made the pass.
It didn’t bother him. What was the point of being in this remote part of the country if you were just going to speed to your destination? This wasn’t a trip where one simply goes from point A to B just so that they can enjoy themselves at point B. The entire joy of this sort of trip lies in the journey. To simply race by the magnificent hills that lined the coast, to not observe the mighty ocean crashing against the landscape; continuing to shape the earth as it has for millions of years, to not appreciate the natural wonders that surround you seemed like such a waste to him.
After another half hour, his girlfriend had fallen asleep. Her long brown hair was flying all over her face. She still wore a reed bracelet from their first trip as a couple to Costa Rica. All his other girlfriends he had barley lasted a year with him yet some how this woman beside him has managed to stay with him for three years.
His other girlfriends reminded him of how cheap he was on numerous occasions. He didn’t feel that way about himself. He always felt that he spent his money where it mattered to him. For instance, he would spend money buying his girlfriends nice gifts and taking them out to nice restaurants. All of his previous girlfriends most likely felt a little awkward when the valets came to park the Geo.
Perhaps there were other factors which caused the departures of his previous girlfriends but he none came to his mind. He always saw himself as humble, kind, giving, and occasionally stubborn. Regardless of what happened in the past, he thought, he should be grateful that this one stuck around. For one thing, she never said anything about the car. She didn’t really even care to do anything extravagant. Like him, she seemed to appreciate the simple things. On most nights if the weather was nice, they would star gaze and on other nights they would just re-watch classic movies.
One rule that they both had was to never bring their work with them. Unless it was important and urgent, they would never talk about it. She would always say: “Your employer only gets 8 hours of your time a day in return for a paycheck. Money comes and goes but you’re never getting that time back again. So why would give them any more of your time when you’re off the clock, especially if you’re not getting paid for it.” She said that on their first coffee date and they both have stuck by that rule since.
As the three years went along, he was finding himself falling for her more and more. She kept her brown hair long with occasional braids. She wore a different color bandanna almost everyday. Her eyes were a light green and her face was full of freckles. She wore several bracelets on both arms. She collected them from every trip they went on. Like him, she enjoyed being surrounded by the natural wonders that the earth had to offer. They would often frequent national parks and camp for weeks at a time. In fact, they had visited so many parks that both her forearms were almost completely covered by bracelets. She certainly dressed like she belonged in Woodstock several decades ago. The one thing she was missing was a ring of any sort.
The continued to drive along the highway past noon. He could feel himself slipping into a trance. More than once he caught himself drifting into the opposite lane and had to pull back. The temperature gauge on his dash board stood at a brisk 20 degrees Celsius. Perhaps it was time for a short coffee break he thought to himself. He had a French Press tucked away as well a portable stove for heating water. They could enjoy a nice cup of coffee at nice look out point if they came across one.
Over the next thirty minutes the road began to descend. They were no longer driving along the sides of massive hill formations. Instead, they were now almost level with the ocean. This would make it easier for him to find a spot pull over.
About a kilometre up the road, he could see mighty waves crash against rock formations. The waves were fierce this afternoon. There were no signs of any other cars. This would be perfect, he thought to himself. They’ll sit on the rocks, sip their coffee, and take in the majestic sites and sounds of the Atlantic.
Suddenly the road began to curve inland. He kept an eye out to make sure that he didn’t drive by the spot that he saw. He hoped that it was not too far from the main road.
Soon, he found himself driving beside a sizable cliff face. Hopefully there is a path up to that spot, he thought to himself. He slowed the car down as he came across an opening in the cliff face. It was a small inlet in the rock formation that led to a small hill.
As he pulled the car off the road and into the gap in the cliff face, he felt a violent bump. Then another violent bump as the rear wheel went into the same hole he had failed to see. The bump was so hard that they both hit their heads off the top of the car.
“Shit! What the hell!”, she shouted, coming out of her nap.
“Sorry, sorry. I was just pulling over for little coffee break. I missed a pothole. Sorry.”
“What is this? This looks like the perfect spot ambush spot.”
“Who is out here to do the ambushing. There’s an awesome view on the other side. Up that hill. I think you’ll love it.”
He could hear the suspension on the car shriek as he drove further into the inlet of the cliff. He stopped before the hill. They both got out and let out massive yawns as they both stretched their limbs. They cliffs echoed their sounds. This made them both giggle. He was about to yell out when his girlfriend stopped him suddenly.
“Hey do you hear that”, she asked.
“Oh no”, he replied.
The cliffs were echoing faint hissing sound. He looked down at this front tire. Then he looked at his rear tire and saw the same thing. They were both punctured.
“Oh no. No. No. No!” he shouted.
“Did you flatten both tires?”, she asked disingenuously.
He stood silent and simply looked down at his latest achievement. He nodded in response to her and let out a breath of despair. The high and hopeful spirit he was filled with before he made this decision had left him like the air in his tires.
“Well, might as well get the coffee started”, she said smiling at him.
She then turned and began to make her way up the hill. Maybe now is a better time than any other, he thought to himself. Better get this done now before anything else bad happens. He quickly reached inside his car and grabbed the little box on the side of his camera bag. He squeezed it into this back pocket and began to make his way up the hill.
Once he made it to the top of the hill, the salty breeze cooled his face. He could see his girlfriend already seated ahead on the edge of the cliff face. It was a choppy rocky surface with several depressions and hidden slopes. He sat next to her and looked down. It wasn’t a long way down. The water was shallow but the waves were smashing the cliff face. He wouldn’t want to be caught down there. The impact of those waves would send you smashing up against the rocks.
The both looked off into the distance. The light blue haze of the horizon in the distance was nearly a perfect match for the ocean below it. It was difficult to tell where one ended and the other one began. For a few moments, he forgot about the predicaments of their ride at the bottom of the cliff.
“We’ll, you picked a good spot to get a flat.”, she said.
“Just a happy accident I think.”
“A little breezy. Might have a hard time getting the coffee going. I don’t think the flame on that portable stove you have will be match for the wind.”
“I’m sure it will put up a fight. If not, then we’ll just chew on the coffee beans.”
He leaned back until the sun was shining directly on his face.
Suddenly the sound of a massive wave smashing against the rocks sent a jolt through him. Before he could sit up, the water from the gigantic splash rained down at him. He stood up and removed his blinds from his soaked face. His girlfriend was giggling some meters away from the splash zone.
“Don’t get too comfortable. A forecast says a thunder storm is supposed to be moving through here,” she said.
“Well that’s good. You know how many people kill to catch a glimpse of lighting hitting the ocean,” he responded.
He removed his soaked shirt and began to squeeze the water out.
“Tow truck this far out will probably take a few hours to get here. Maybe we might get lucky enough to wait out the storm.”
“Maybe if I’m lucky enough, the lightning hits you and the waves wash you away,” she said jokingly.
A sudden sound of metal crashing interrupted them. He stared at her, the water still dripping from his cloths. They both looked at each other. His heart sank.
“Was that one of your happy accidents,” she asked.
They both raced to the rear of the cliff. They reached the hill that they had climbed. Both of their jaws dropped at what they saw. A giant piece of rock had crushed the Geo. He looked to see where the rock had come from. The dust was still settling but he could see the dust trail coming from the top of the cliff. An overhanging piece of the cliff had completely given out and broke off.
Neither of them said a word. They just stared at what remained of Geo. What was once a badge of his frugality was now a flattened bucket of bolts at the bottom of the cliff. Both of them could have been crushed in that thing, he thought. The fact that they had moved when they did was miracle. The smell of petrol took his nostrils. His gas tank was ruptured. He saw the fuel creeping out from under the wreckage.
Suddenly, a smaller chunk from the original break fell. It hit the wreckage sending small sparks out. This was enough to ignite the fuel. In an instant the wreckage became a flaming inferno. The smoke reached them in no time. Soon the small shrubs and roots in and around the wreckage caught fire as well.
“My car…”, he blurted out. He began to cough as the smoke began to grow thick.
“Come on, let’s step back.”, she said. She gently took his arm and brought him further back.
“Let’s stay away from the there. The fire is probably going to engulf all the green down there. Let’s just wait it out here.”, she iterated to him.
The chance that he didn’t even know he took. He could have almost gotten them both killed. The thoughts were hammering his head. They almost could have died. He wouldn’t have just been responsible for his own death, but her death as well.
“Do you have your phone,” he asked her.
“No. It was sitting in the charger,” she said.
He buried his face in the palms of his hands. He sunk to his knees.
“You left your phone in there didn’t you,” she said.
He did not reply. His arms began to tremble. Everything is okay, he thought to himself. The fire will be high enough that someone will probably see it and stop and they will get out of here. The worst case scenario would be that they have to hide under these unstable rocks as a lightening storm passes.
“Fuck!”, he screamed as he leapt to his feet.
He kicked a small stone so hard it went over of the cliff.
“Hey, its okay. We’ll be fine,” she said.
He didn’t respond. He just looked at the ground and continued to strut back and forth. A million thoughts of concern were going through his head. What would he have done if she had gotten hurt? Why the hell was her phone still even in the charger, it was already at 75%? If she had took it with her they could have called for help?
He felt his back pocket. He felt nothing except his heart racing, He sprinted across the cliff, looking for the little box.
“Hey! What are you looking for,” she asked.
He didn’t respond. He just continued his frantic search. It didn’t help that the color of the box was a perfect blend for every similar sized rock on this cliff.
“Hey will you just ..,”
He didn’t listen. He kept scattering his eyes from one spot to the other. He needed to focus. He couldn’t have any distractions. Among all the useless rocks on this cliff, he was looking for the one worth 3 months salary. Three months of just grinding away at his desk, putting off every little leisure he would normally enjoy. The weight of the compounding sickness drilling through his guts from the outcome of recent events was enough to make him puke.
Just focus, he thought to himself. You’re going to find it. Worst case scenario, you just jump off the fucking cliff because you lost a rock worth a hundred times the burning heap that was your car….
“What the fuck are you looking for!”
“Will you shut up!”
He stared at her with a look of utmost intensity. Despite the overpowering sound of the crashing waves, the silent, tense air that stood between them was all that he could feel.
Her face carried a look of hurt and concern. He closed his eyes and turned away. He couldn’t look her in the eye, not after what he just did. He turned to look towards the cliff.
Suddenly, a shining glare hit his eye. Near the spot where they had lay, he could see the open box, with the 25 carrot diamond twinkling in the sun beam. He felt the weight of despair lift from his stomach. He even broke out into a smile. He moved towards the rock.
As he approached, he heard the thundering smash of a wave below the cliff. Instantly, a massive volume of water came crashing down on the ring. As quickly as he had found it, the water washed the ring away and carried it off the cliff.
He ran towards the edge of the cliff. His instincts froze his legs as he reached the edge. His foreword momentum made him bend over. His foot slipped on the wet surface and he fell on his belly staring down at the abyss below.
It was gone and he was never going to get it back. The diamond that sat in the rough just vanished into the depths of the deep blue abyss below.
A massive wave smashed into the cliff and sent a heap of water up into his face. The salt water burned his eyes. He slowly moved himself back from the ledge. His mind was a freeway of anger and anxiety. He could hear his girlfriend calling to him from behind but he could not make out what she was saying. He had no inkling to even say anything to her. He was just sitting there stuck in his introspective thoughts.
So much so quickly, the thought. First his car, then his diamond ring, and lastly and perhaps most importantly, his girlfriends.
He looked behind; she was gone. He got up and looked around. The cliff had a few small caves that could potentially provide some shelter. He began to walk along the cliff. The terrain was treacherous. One misstep and you would go for tumble. The elevation was constantly changing on this far side of the cliff.
“Help!,” her voice sounded in the air.
His heart sank. He ran over top of a rock. When he got to the top and looked down, he saw her. She was lying on her back. Her foot looked twisted. He raced down to her. She was breathing tenderly. There were streams of tears running down her check. He gently put his arms over his shoulders and brought her into a sitting position.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” he said, fighting back tears in his own eyes.
She didn’t say anything. She looked at her leg and began to whimper.
“I don’t think I can move,” she managed to blurt out in a quiet voice.
“What were you doing,” he asked her.
“What the fuck were you doing? Out of nowhere you began to spaz out! What the hell was that?”
“I’m sorry. There was so just too much that happened all at once. That was all completely uncalled for.”
“Lets just get the hell out of here. There is a storm on its way here.”
“I thought you couldn’t move.”
“Well, its going to hurt allot. As much as I would love to see you get hit by lighting, I would definitely get scorched if I stay out here.”
He helped her too her feet. It wasn’t going to be easy getting her up the rocks and under one of the small caves for cover. He supported her as much as he could to get her over the first rock. She could hardly put any weight on her broken ankle. He couldn’t imagine the pain she was going through. Once they got to the top of the hill, he convinced her to carry her fully. He had remembered watching a survival series on YouTube where British SAS described how to carry someone over your shoulder.
He wasn’t the strongest, but he was all she had. He was careful to not twist his own ankle. Otherwise they would both be down and at the mercy of the storm. After what seemed like forever, they managed to make it to a small cave. He carefully set her down, then collapsed himself as he was out of breath.
“What, we’re you looking for,” she asked.
“An engagement ring.”
“What?”
“I didn’t exactly stop here for coffee really. I was hoping that I could break out the ring. I kept it in my back pocket. But it fell. That’s why I leapt for the ledge. That is why I was losing my mind out there.”
Nothing else was said for a while. She simply stared at him before turning her gaze away. Slowly, the storm clouds appeared. They both sat quietly and watched. As soon as one cloud appeared, the rest came flooding in. It was truly amazing how fast the weather changed. The winds picked up and then in the distance the lightening began.
His camera equipment was burning in the wreckage at the bottom of the hill. Another 6,000-dollar wright off, he thought. The lightening that struck the ocean in the distance was incredible.
The lightening would strike in bursts. There wouldn’t just be one strike, but a cluster of five. He had been to many fireworks displays, but none of them held a candle to what he was seeing now. The show was splendid. At least until the rain began.
The force of the wind blew the rain into the cave. He positioned himself in front of her so that the rain wouldn’t get to her. It was ultimately hopeless. They both sat there as the rain soaked them.
What to do now, he thought. The storm would have most likely put the fire out. If they were lucky there would be a car passing through the area. If there was still smoke left, maybe they would stop. Perhaps they should go and wait by the road once rain dies down.
“How much was the ring?” she asked.
“Why are you asking?
“Just want to know”
“12,000.”
“You went ahead and spent that much on a ring while you were driving that car.”
“Yes.”
She laid her head on his shoulders and held his arm.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“I should've yelled at you,” he said in a tender voice.
Suddenly, a bolt from the heavens struck the water a few meters of the cliff. They both flinched. She writhed in pain immediately.
A speck of dirt fell on his shoulders and a low rumble could be heard.
“Shit, we got to get out of here!”, he yelled.
He grabbed her and made his way out of the cave. As they got out, the ceiling of the cave dropped.
He stood there and thought to himself. They just escaped death a second time.
“Put me down.” She said.
He put her down and held her close. They heard sirens in the distance. Hope eased his mind.
“We’re in this situation because you tried to be thoughtful. Don’t think that you ever need to be that again.”
He nodded in agreement, then held her hand and brought her into his embrace. The loud thunder of a fire engine echoed from below. They were going to be just fine, he thought to himself. They were going to be just fine.
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2020.08.01 16:03 HeadOfSpectre Little Witch and Jack O'Lantern

Does anyone else remember Little Witch and Jack O’Lantern? It’s kinda an obscure show. Most of the people I’ve mentioned it to have never heard of it and I can’t find a shred of information about it online but I know that it existed! I remember it so vividly.

For the uninitiated (which I assume to be most of you) the show aired sometime in the mid 80s (It must’ve been sometime around 1987). I’d compare it to stuff like Polka Dot Door, The Big Comfy Couch or Pee Wee’s Playhouse although this show had a distinct Halloween aesthetic to it. Despite that, it didn’t just play around Halloween. Episodes aired all throughout the year on one of the local channels in my hometown.

The main character was this young witch named Melanie. She was about seven or eight and was always dressed in a purple and gold dress with striped stockings and a typical witches hat. She was the only character in the show who was completely played in live action. I think they switched out her actress once or twice during the run of the series because I remember a couple of different faces playing the role but the outfit was always the same and the Little Witch was always named Melanie. It’s been so long though that I don’t entirely remember.

Anyways, Melanie lived in the castle of the Great Jack O’Lantern, the most powerful wizard in the world and naturally he had a Jack O’Lantern for a head. I’m sure that part was explained in the show, but I don’t remember what the explanation was. I think he accidentally cursed himself or something like that.

Jack was played by a guy in a big red robe that trailed behind him. The pumpkin that made up his head was animated so that the grinning face carved into it would move and emote as he spoke. The animation wasn’t great but it did the job well enough for a kids show. Jack had this deep, booming voice that echoed like thunder and I remember that it used to scare the hell out of me when I was a little kid. I both loved and feared Jack. Whenever he came onscreen, he absolutely stole the show and it’s the parts with him that I remember the most. As an adult, I’d probably recognize it as a Vincent Price impersonation but as a kid I didn’t know any better.

The rest of the characters didn’t stand out as much and I have to admit that they kinda blur together in my mind. I know that there was a talking skull on the wall named Harry Bones, a bat would fly in from time to time (usually to sing a song), Melanie had a black cat that was played by a puppet but I can’t remember anything about it and one of the bookshelves talked. I don’t remember the name of the bookshelf but I remember that the running gag with him was that he was allergic to dust and he’d always sneeze. Now when this bookshelf sneezed, it was an event. The books went flying off of him, usually hitting poor Melanie and she’d have to clean them up while the bookshelf just sat there and said in his deep, sad voice:
“Sorry Melanie.”

Anyways, the series didn’t have much of an overarching plot. The basic setup was that Melanie lived in Jack’s castle so that she could grow up to be a great spellcaster just like him. She always wanted to try new, more powerful spells and was confident that she could master them quickly and impress Jack. Most of the time she’d screw it up and Jack had to come in and fix it. All he had to do was wave his magic wand and everything was back to normal. Then he would sit Melanie down and they’d get to my favorite part of the show. The dialogue wasn’t always the same (I don’t think) but I remember it went something like this:
“A fine effort you’ve made Little Witch, but remember that there’s magic in the world in places you’d never suspect!”

Then he would take a book off of the bookshelf and sit down in his armchair. He’d open it and the inside of the book would be another screen that would play a clip. The clip would always be different from episode to episode and tied in to whatever spell Melanie had tried to cast. The one I remember most was from the episode where Melanie tried to conjure a banquet from nothing and the clip talked about how farmers raise animals for the food we eat. They showed a little bit on the production of eggs, milk and even showed some kids about Melanie’s age petting barnyard animals.

Then there was another episode where Melanie had tried to use a spell to stop the rain so she could go outside and play. (She’d caused a flood instead) It was all about the water cycle and how important it was. The clips were all like that, focusing on the mundane science that made our world work the way it did.

At the end of the clip Jack O’Lantern would close his book. He’d look right at the audience, his glowing pumpkin mouth grinning wide across his face and he’d say:

“Always remember. There’s everyday magic in places you would never expect.” Then he’d laugh that eerie Vincent Price laugh he had and Melanie would wave goodbye to the camera before the episode ended.

I was absolutely crazy about this show when I was 5 or 6. Every evening from Monday to Friday at 4:00 to 4:15 PM my butt was parked in front of the TV to watch Melanie and Jack’s latest adventure. Nowadays I can only remember bits and pieces of it. I’m sure that if I ever found it again, I’d see things that have escaped my memory completely or find out that I misremembered half of it. There is one thing about Little Witch and Jack O’Lantern I’m quite sure I’ll never forget though and that would be the bedtime story hotline.

It wasn’t technically part of the show itself but every now and then I’d see it advertised during commercial breaks. The commercials always started with a flash of lightning, illuminating the shadow of Jack O’Lantern. His face would light up and he’d lean in close to the camera.

“Good evening little witches and wizards. Do you seek to discern the mysteries of the unknown? Do you aspire to attain mastery over mystery? Call Melanie and I at-” He’d list off the number that flashed on the screen. “-and we shall regale you with tales of the unreal and of the everyday magic hiding in the most unlikely of places! There’s a new tale every day along with posters and stickers to adorn your magical lair.”

The commercial would then cut to Melanie sitting in the library of Jack’s castle and she’d say:

“A portion of the proceeds from your $2.35 two minute call will go towards the education of kids like you and me!”

Then Jack would rise from behind the chair she sat in, his grinning face glowing in the dim light.

“Ask your parents permission before you call. We look forward to hearing from you.”

With that, Jack would let loose his sinister cackle and the number would flash on the screen along with text that I was too young to read. I presume it was just the details of the service for the benefit of the parents.

As soon as they started airing those commercials, I absolutely had to call that number. I was just a kid at the time and as far as I knew I’d just been handed the chance to talk to the real Jack and the real Melanie! I recall fantasizing about actually visiting Jack’s castle and becoming a great and powerful wizard just like him! Maybe I could even be on the show just like Melanie! All I needed to do was call and talk to Jack!

My parents were good enough not to dash my hopes so after a minimal amount of pleading they let me call the number. I can remember the swell of excitement in my chest when at bedtime a few nights after I’d first seen the commercial, my Dad poked his head into my room and said.

“Hey there, Logan. Would you like to give Jack and Melanie a call before you hit the sack, kiddo?”
In my elation I don’t remember exactly what I said in response but I’m sure the condensed version of it would be: “Yes.”

I watched as my Dad dialed the number that I already knew off by heart and when he handed me the phone, I couldn’t physically hold in my excitement. I remember barely being able to hold still as I said:

“Hi Jack! Hi! Hi! Hi!”
“Hello there young spellcaster!” Jack’s voice replied. It was probably just a recording but I was too young to know that and too young to care.
“Hi Jack!”
“I’m so glad you’ve called to talk with Melanie and I this evening.”
“Hello!” Melanie’s voice chimed in.
“We’ve had quite a productive day.” Jack continued. “I think you’d be impressed with just how far Melanie has come with her magical skills.”

“I found the perfect spell to clean the dust out of that old library so that Mr. Bookcase’s allergies wouldn’t be so bad! He was so grateful! Then Jack showed me how to prepare a great banquet using only my magic!”
“And a splendid banquet it was! You truly are a prodigy in the making, Little Witch but remember not to lose your appreciation for the everyday magic all around us.”
“Of course not, Jack! Although after such a big dinner, I’m a little bit tired.”
“The hour has grown quite late. I’m sure our friend is weary as well. Let us all retire for the evening. Please do call us again tomorrow! Your company is always welcomed in my castle, fellow spellcaster. Pleasant dreams.”

The short message ended but my excitement didn’t go down at all. I was still ready to bounce off the walls. Even if I hadn’t been able to say a word, Jack had still called me a fellow spellcaster and that was without a doubt one of the crowning achievements I’d gotten in my five years of life.

As pumped up as I was, I was eager to hit the sack just so I could call them again tomorrow. Maybe I’d get to tell them about my day, that time! Maybe they’d even invite me to go to the castle! None of that was ever actually going to ever pan out but I was still at the age where I could believe it would and that was almost as good as it actually happening!

The next night, my parents let me call Jack and Melanie again. It went about the same as it had the night before. The story was different this time, as Melanie talked about how she’d been working on a spell that could change the weather and had instead caused a hurricane inside of Jack’s library.

“Even the greatest spellcasters make a mistake from time to time. Growth comes from practice, Little Witch.” Jack had said. “Just remember not to lose your appreciation for the everyday magic all around us.”
“Of course not, Jack! Although after such a busy day, I’m a little bit tired.”
“The hour has grown quite late. I’m sure our friend is weary as well. Let us all retire for the evening. Please do call us again tomorrow! Your company is always welcomed in my castle, fellow spellcaster. Pleasant dreams.”

Hearing the same closing line a second time was no less exciting than it had been the night before and before I went to bed, I begged my parents to let me call again. They told me that I could, so long as I stayed on my best behavior and that was a promise I was determined to uphold.

Calling Jack and Melanie became part of my routine. Every night, the calls would be more or less the same only with a different story. Every night my parents would dial the number, bring me to my phone and leave me to my own devices as I listened to the message. I don’t think the stories ever repeated either, or if they did I never noticed it. I was too blinded by my excitement to be talking to the real Jack and Melanie!

Then things changed.

My Mom had come into my room, holding the phone as she finished dialing the number.
“Have a nice chat.” She said with a knowing smile as I sat in bed and waited for the sound of Jack’s voice.
“Hello there young spellcaster!” Jack said. The same intro he always had.
“Hi Jack!” I replied.
“I’m so glad you’ve called to talk with Melanie and I this evening.”
Usually Melanie’s voice would chime in with a hello. However this time, she was silent.

“Unfortunately our Little Witch has had to retire quite early today… I suppose it’s for the best. Working with children can be ever so trying. I don’t suppose you’d know much about that, would you? Regardless, one can only handle so much disaster before it inevitably becomes frustrating. After her latest catastrophe I decided it would be best to carve up her face just like mine… Such a procedure requires a long, sometimes eternal slumber afterwards and so our Little Witch has been sent to this rest… But not to worry… I shall find another. The hour has grown quite late. I’m sure that you are quite weary, as am I. Let us both retire for the evening. Please do call me again tomorrow. Your company is always welcomed in my castle, fellow spellcaster. Pleasant dreams.”

The line went dead and I sat by the phone, silent and unsure of what to make of what I’d just heard. Jack had never once hurt Melanie in the show. He had always been a kind and understanding teacher! More than that, he was her friend. He wanted to help Melanie, not hurt her.

I wondered if perhaps Melanie had done something bad. My parents never quite subscribed to the belief that a smack upside the head was the best way to raise a child but I had friends in school whose parents were a little more old fashioned. I knew that some kids got spanked or slapped if they were being bad. I’d never imagined that Jack would treat Melanie that way, though!

When my Mom came to take the phone, I didn’t say anything to her. I just gave it up and let myself be tucked in. The fact that I was quieter than usual didn’t slip by her.
“What’s wrong sweetheart? Didn’t you like the story?”
“I didn’t!” I said. “Jack isn’t mean is he? He wouldn’t hurt Melanie, right?”
My Mom went quiet.
“No.” She finally said. “No, of course not. Jack is a good wizard. He doesn’t hurt people. What happened in the story?”
“He was really mad at Melanie and he said she had to go to bed early.”

That was about as much as I’d been able to understand from what Jack had said. What exactly he’d meant when he’d said he’d ‘carved Melanie’s face up’ had gone over my head. I’m sure that if my Mom had known about that part, she wouldn’t have taken what I’d said so well. The subtle relief on her face set my own troubled mind at ease. If she didn’t see anything wrong, then what did I have to worry about?
“Well, Jack is kinda like Melanie’s Dad, isn’t he?” She asked. “When people misbehave we have to show them that what they did was wrong. If an adult does a bad thing, then there are things that can happen to them to try and make sure they don’t do those things again. It’s the same with children.”
“Like being sent to your room?”
“Exactly. Nobody likes it, but if you do something bad then someone will have to punish you for it, no matter how old you are. It’s called accountability and I guess that’s a kind of everyday magic too.”

None of that actually made complete sense to me at the time but I guess it was enough to shut me up for the night. Mom tucked me in and let me go to bed. By morning, I’d almost forgotten all about Jack’s strange story and when bedtime came around again, I was just as excited as usual to call Jack again.

After I was tucked into bed, my Dad dialed the number and brought me the phone. I took it with the same eagerness I always did although when I heard Jack’s voice on the line, I distinctly remember an involuntary shiver down my spine.
“Hello there young spellcaster.” Jack’s tone was harsher than usual. His voice had more of a hiss to it than it had before. It caught me off guard and I didn’t reply with my usual greeting. Jack continued anyways.
“I’m so glad you’ve called to talk with Melanie and I this evening.”
“Hello.” It was good to hear Melanie’s voice back but there was something off about it. I’m sure that it was the same actress as before but her voice was warped and hard to make out. Her tone was different as well. Instead of the chipper, upbeat voice she’d always had, instead she was much quieter. Her single line of dialogue came out as more of a squeak than anything else.

“We’ve had such an interesting day today.” Jack said. “Today we had a visitor in the castle. A wonderful young man who made up in charm for what he lacked in magic. He came upon my castle unannounced and his arrival was quite timely. This charming man provided me the key ingredient in a special potion I am brewing. It is a magical stew built off of the everyday magic of nostalgia. Do you know what nostalgia is, my friend?”

“A memory…” Melanie said, her voice still quiet and distorted.
“In a sense, yes. But also far more than that. I wanted to remind Melanie of my previous apprentice and so for supper I prepared this potion for us to share. This charming man was kind enough to provide us the meat for my stew. Cooking itself is another kind of everyday magic. With the addition of heat, things can change. Hard roots become soft. Flavors blend together. Flesh separates from bone and grows tender and juicy…”

I could almost hear Jack salivating on the other end of the phone line and it left me with a deep feeling of discomfort. I wanted to hang up the phone but I didn’t dare. What would Jack say or do if I did?

“It’s a shame that the man had to give up so much for us but we have gained so much from his sacrifice. Least of all a meal… Did you enjoy it, Little Witch?”

Melanie did not respond for a moment but I could hear a whimper over the phone line.
“Perhaps not, then… Some meats are an acquired taste… Regardless of your taste my friend, remember not to lose your appreciation for the everyday magic all around us. Now the hour has grown quite late. We are weary. The charming man slumbers eternally beneath the castle and it is time for us all to retire for the evening. Please… do call again, fellow spellcaster. I appreciate having a friend with whom I can talk to. Pleasant dreams.”

The line went dead, leaving me with a sense of unease deep in my gut that I didn’t know how to explain. Looking back, I am grateful that I was too young to truly comprehend the vile things that Jack had described. I didn’t understand the things hidden behind his crooning words. All I knew was that something was not right. I didn’t sleep as soundly that night. I don’t think anyone could have.

The following night, I found myself dreading my call with Jack. It had become so ingrained into my routine though that I didn’t dare say no when my Dad brought me the phone before bed.
“Have a nice call, kiddo.” He said with a smile. I didn’t reply and just quietly took the phone for him, dreading the inevitable sound of Jack’s voice

“Hello there young spellcaster.” Jack crooned. His voice sounded even worse than it had the night before. The Vincent Price impersonation seemed half assed and Jack didn’t sound like himself although his voice was no less chilling to listen to. Even now, I can still hear it in the back of my mind.
“H-hi Jack…” I said quietly.
“I’m so glad you’ve called to chat with Melanie and I this evening.”
“Hello...” Like the night before, Melanie’s voice was a garbled squeak. She sounded as if she was on the verge of tears.

“What a wonderful day we’ve had!” Jack said. “My nostalgic potion has reminded our Little Witch of her duties in my castle, lest she join her predecessors and that oh so charming man in their wakeless slumber down in our dungeon… When left to simmer, his flesh took on such wonderful flavors. I should not indulge so often but I must confess the temptation is… difficult to resist... especially when there is meat so readily available.”

I listened in silence, tears filling my eyes as I listened to Jack speak.

“Shall I tell you about Melanie’s predecessor? Charming little thing yet unwilling to take direction. Of course when you put the calf into the stew, the cow and the bull must go too. Family belongs together, after all. But their mixed flavors offered up such a heavenly aroma that I’ve as of yet failed to recapture… Perhaps one day you shall help me with that, my friend.”

“No…” I croaked. “I… I don’t want to…”

“Now, now, Logan. Don’t you want to see the mysteries of the unknown for yourself?”

The phone fell from my hand and I kicked it off my bed and across the room. A scream escaped me as I started to cry. I hadn’t expected a response from Jack! He’d never responded to me before! He’d never even said my name before but I knew what I’d heard!

I could hear his hissing, snarling voice over the phone still but I couldn’t hear his words. Whatever he was saying was drowned out by the sound of my Dad bursting into my room to see what was the matter. I ran to him, hugging his leg and begging him not to let Jack turn me into stew. I remember the look of shock on his face before he spotted the cordless phone on the ground. He picked it up and stared at it. I don’t know if he heard anything but his furrowed brow said enough.

He made my Mom sit with me while he called the Police and she did whatever she could to calm me down. I ended up having to sleep in my parents bed that night and the nightmares of Jack looming over me haunted me for weeks afterwards.

I remember that a Police officer came to our house to ask me about the things that Jack had said during the phone calls. I’d told him everything I could think of although I’m sure there were parts I left out either because I didn’t understand them enough or because I simply didn’t remember. Needless to say, I never called that phone number again.

My parents and I didn’t discuss Little Witch and Jack O’Lantern after that night.

I refused to watch the show and it wasn’t until a few months later that I noticed it was entirely gone from the channel. Something else had taken its timeslot. I didn’t bother asking about it. I was happy to let that show fade into a distant memory and never think about it again… But I suppose Jack gave me fair warning about nostalgia.

Thoughts of Little Witch and Jack O’Lantern have crept into my mind from time to time over the years. The show doesn’t have much of a legacy online. There’s almost nothing on IMDB or any other site I’ve gone through. The most I’ve managed to find is mention of an actress by the name of Judy Kirk who supposedly played Melanie. I didn’t find anything else on her besides a name and trust me, I’ve looked.

I had a little bit more luck going through old newspapers. I still live in the same town and one long weekend, I was with my own kids at the library and I thought to ask the librarian about historic newspapers. Sure enough they had some on microfilm and they let me look through it.

The newspapers don’t offer much. There’s only a passing mention of Little Witch and Jack O’Lantern from in 1989. I found it in an article about human remains discovered beneath an old warehouse just outside of town. It had once been owned by a man by the name of Timothy Clay. Clay had built the set of the show in that warehouse and filmed everything there with a small crew. He had been the voice and the mind behind Jack O’Lantern before he’d been arrested for assault. Apparently, not long afterwards they’d found approximately eight bodies buried beneath that warehouse. One believed to belong to a young man who’d gone missing two years prior, three belonging to one family who had formerly been associated with the production prior and four belonging to another family.

Looking into Clay himself, I found that he’d passed away in December of 1987. The article I read didn’t state how, but as far as I knew the man was on parole at the time, not in custody.

To sate my curiosity I also looked into Judy Kirk. Mostly because I wanted to know if hers had been amongst the bodies recovered. As far as I can tell, she wasn’t. There was no mention of Judy Kirk at all. If she’d ever existed, she’d dropped right off the face of the earth entirely it seemed. Perhaps that was for the best. If she was the one who’d played Melanie at the end then maybe she deserved her privacy. I don’t need to read the gruesome details of his crimes to know that Timothy Clay was a monster. I suspect he told me everything I needed to know himself, back in 1987.

I still have a lot of unanswered questions about Little Witch and Jack O’Lantern… But I’d say I’ve dug deep enough that I can say I’m satisfied. This is the best place to leave the mystery to rest. If I go any deeper, I don’t know what I find… Truthfully I don’t think I want to know.

I still remember the phone number, though.

I still remember the growl in Jack’s voice when he spoke to me all those years ago…

I’m not sure what came over me. My wife and kids were out the other day. I had nothing else to do and old memories of Jack and Melanie crossed my mind like they had a thousand times before. I thought about the commercial for that hotline. I still remembered the phone number. I’d known it off by heart, after all.

I picked up my cell phone and figured that I really had nothing to lose. I expected either a dead line but the phone still rang when I dialed the number. That shouldn’t have been surprising. That number had probably been assigned to someone else in the 33 years since I’d last called it. Whoever would answer would be part of some company I’d never heard of before, I’d hang up and have my closure.

Someone on the other end picked up the phone and I listened as a woman’s voice on the other end said the words that sent a chill down my spine.
“Hello there young spellcaster.”

I was silent. The voice was not one I’d heard before and yet there was something familiar about it. There was something off about the way she spoke. Like a lisp but more subtle.

“H-hello?” I asked with a trembling voice. “Jack?”
“I’m afraid Jack no longer owns this castle… But it’s alright. I’m here.” There was a tranquility to that woman’s voice that set me on edge. A distracted calmness that seemed out of place.
Would you like to hear a story about what happened to Jack, Logan?” The woman asked and I felt the color draining from my face.

On reflex, I cast the phone away from me and heard it clatter to the ground as I retreated away from it like I was still just a scared child. From across the room I could hear a low chuckle on the other end of the line.

“Another time, then…” The woman’s voice said. “Pleasant dreams, fellow spellcaster. Pleasant dreams.”

The line went dead.
I won't be calling back.
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Does anyone else remember Little Witch and Jack O’Lantern? It’s kinda an obscure show. Most of the people I’ve mentioned it to have never heard of it and I can’t find a shred of information about it online but I know that it existed! I remember it so vividly.

For the uninitiated (which I assume to be most of you) the show aired sometime in the mid 80s (It must’ve been sometime around 1987). I’d compare it to stuff like Polka Dot Door, The Big Comfy Couch or Pee Wee’s Playhouse although this show had a distinct Halloween aesthetic to it. Despite that, it didn’t just play around Halloween. Episodes aired all throughout the year on one of the local channels in my hometown.

The main character was this young witch named Melanie. She was about seven or eight and was always dressed in a purple and gold dress with striped stockings and a typical witches hat. She was the only character in the show who was completely played in live action. I think they switched out her actress once or twice during the run of the series because I remember a couple of different faces playing the role but the outfit was always the same and the Little Witch was always named Melanie. It’s been so long though that I don’t entirely remember.

Anyways, Melanie lived in the castle of the Great Jack O’Lantern, the most powerful wizard in the world and naturally he had a Jack O’Lantern for a head. I’m sure that part was explained in the show, but I don’t remember what the explanation was. I think he accidentally cursed himself or something like that.

Jack was played by a guy in a big red robe that trailed behind him. The pumpkin that made up his head was animated so that the grinning face carved into it would move and emote as he spoke. The animation wasn’t great but it did the job well enough for a kids show. Jack had this deep, booming voice that echoed like thunder and I remember that it used to scare the hell out of me when I was a little kid. I both loved and feared Jack. Whenever he came onscreen, he absolutely stole the show and it’s the parts with him that I remember the most. As an adult, I’d probably recognize it as a Vincent Price impersonation but as a kid I didn’t know any better.

The rest of the characters didn’t stand out as much and I have to admit that they kinda blur together in my mind. I know that there was a talking skull on the wall named Harry Bones, a bat would fly in from time to time (usually to sing a song), Melanie had a black cat that was played by a puppet but I can’t remember anything about it and one of the bookshelves talked. I don’t remember the name of the bookshelf but I remember that the running gag with him was that he was allergic to dust and he’d always sneeze. Now when this bookshelf sneezed, it was an event. The books went flying off of him, usually hitting poor Melanie and she’d have to clean them up while the bookshelf just sat there and said in his deep, sad voice:
“Sorry Melanie.”

Anyways, the series didn’t have much of an overarching plot. The basic setup was that Melanie lived in Jack’s castle so that she could grow up to be a great spellcaster just like him. She always wanted to try new, more powerful spells and was confident that she could master them quickly and impress Jack. Most of the time she’d screw it up and Jack had to come in and fix it. All he had to do was wave his magic wand and everything was back to normal. Then he would sit Melanie down and they’d get to my favorite part of the show. The dialogue wasn’t always the same (I don’t think) but I remember it went something like this:
“A fine effort you’ve made Little Witch, but remember that there’s magic in the world in places you’d never suspect!”

Then he would take a book off of the bookshelf and sit down in his armchair. He’d open it and the inside of the book would be another screen that would play a clip. The clip would always be different from episode to episode and tied in to whatever spell Melanie had tried to cast. The one I remember most was from the episode where Melanie tried to conjure a banquet from nothing and the clip talked about how farmers raise animals for the food we eat. They showed a little bit on the production of eggs, milk and even showed some kids about Melanie’s age petting barnyard animals.

Then there was another episode where Melanie had tried to use a spell to stop the rain so she could go outside and play. (She’d caused a flood instead) It was all about the water cycle and how important it was. The clips were all like that, focusing on the mundane science that made our world work the way it did.

At the end of the clip Jack O’Lantern would close his book. He’d look right at the audience, his glowing pumpkin mouth grinning wide across his face and he’d say:

“Always remember. There’s everyday magic in places you would never expect.” Then he’d laugh that eerie Vincent Price laugh he had and Melanie would wave goodbye to the camera before the episode ended.

I was absolutely crazy about this show when I was 5 or 6. Every evening from Monday to Friday at 4:00 to 4:15 PM my butt was parked in front of the TV to watch Melanie and Jack’s latest adventure. Nowadays I can only remember bits and pieces of it. I’m sure that if I ever found it again, I’d see things that have escaped my memory completely or find out that I misremembered half of it. There is one thing about Little Witch and Jack O’Lantern I’m quite sure I’ll never forget though and that would be the bedtime story hotline.

It wasn’t technically part of the show itself but every now and then I’d see it advertised during commercial breaks. The commercials always started with a flash of lightning, illuminating the shadow of Jack O’Lantern. His face would light up and he’d lean in close to the camera.

“Good evening little witches and wizards. Do you seek to discern the mysteries of the unknown? Do you aspire to attain mastery over mystery? Call Melanie and I at-” He’d list off the number that flashed on the screen. “-and we shall regale you with tales of the unreal and of the everyday magic hiding in the most unlikely of places! There’s a new tale every day along with posters and stickers to adorn your magical lair.”

The commercial would then cut to Melanie sitting in the library of Jack’s castle and she’d say:

“A portion of the proceeds from your $2.35 two minute call will go towards the education of kids like you and me!”

Then Jack would rise from behind the chair she sat in, his grinning face glowing in the dim light.

“Ask your parents permission before you call. We look forward to hearing from you.”

With that, Jack would let loose his sinister cackle and the number would flash on the screen along with text that I was too young to read. I presume it was just the details of the service for the benefit of the parents.

As soon as they started airing those commercials, I absolutely had to call that number. I was just a kid at the time and as far as I knew I’d just been handed the chance to talk to the real Jack and the real Melanie! I recall fantasizing about actually visiting Jack’s castle and becoming a great and powerful wizard just like him! Maybe I could even be on the show just like Melanie! All I needed to do was call and talk to Jack!

My parents were good enough not to dash my hopes so after a minimal amount of pleading they let me call the number. I can remember the swell of excitement in my chest when at bedtime a few nights after I’d first seen the commercial, my Dad poked his head into my room and said.

“Hey there, Logan. Would you like to give Jack and Melanie a call before you hit the sack, kiddo?”
In my elation I don’t remember exactly what I said in response but I’m sure the condensed version of it would be: “Yes.”

I watched as my Dad dialed the number that I already knew off by heart and when he handed me the phone, I couldn’t physically hold in my excitement. I remember barely being able to hold still as I said:

“Hi Jack! Hi! Hi! Hi!”
“Hello there young spellcaster!” Jack’s voice replied. It was probably just a recording but I was too young to know that and too young to care.
“Hi Jack!”
“I’m so glad you’ve called to talk with Melanie and I this evening.”
“Hello!” Melanie’s voice chimed in.
“We’ve had quite a productive day.” Jack continued. “I think you’d be impressed with just how far Melanie has come with her magical skills.”

“I found the perfect spell to clean the dust out of that old library so that Mr. Bookcase’s allergies wouldn’t be so bad! He was so grateful! Then Jack showed me how to prepare a great banquet using only my magic!”
“And a splendid banquet it was! You truly are a prodigy in the making, Little Witch but remember not to lose your appreciation for the everyday magic all around us.”
“Of course not, Jack! Although after such a big dinner, I’m a little bit tired.”
“The hour has grown quite late. I’m sure our friend is weary as well. Let us all retire for the evening. Please do call us again tomorrow! Your company is always welcomed in my castle, fellow spellcaster. Pleasant dreams.”

The short message ended but my excitement didn’t go down at all. I was still ready to bounce off the walls. Even if I hadn’t been able to say a word, Jack had still called me a fellow spellcaster and that was without a doubt one of the crowning achievements I’d gotten in my five years of life.

As pumped up as I was, I was eager to hit the sack just so I could call them again tomorrow. Maybe I’d get to tell them about my day, that time! Maybe they’d even invite me to go to the castle! None of that was ever actually going to ever pan out but I was still at the age where I could believe it would and that was almost as good as it actually happening!

The next night, my parents let me call Jack and Melanie again. It went about the same as it had the night before. The story was different this time, as Melanie talked about how she’d been working on a spell that could change the weather and had instead caused a hurricane inside of Jack’s library.

“Even the greatest spellcasters make a mistake from time to time. Growth comes from practice, Little Witch.” Jack had said. “Just remember not to lose your appreciation for the everyday magic all around us.”
“Of course not, Jack! Although after such a busy day, I’m a little bit tired.”
“The hour has grown quite late. I’m sure our friend is weary as well. Let us all retire for the evening. Please do call us again tomorrow! Your company is always welcomed in my castle, fellow spellcaster. Pleasant dreams.”

Hearing the same closing line a second time was no less exciting than it had been the night before and before I went to bed, I begged my parents to let me call again. They told me that I could, so long as I stayed on my best behavior and that was a promise I was determined to uphold.

Calling Jack and Melanie became part of my routine. Every night, the calls would be more or less the same only with a different story. Every night my parents would dial the number, bring me to my phone and leave me to my own devices as I listened to the message. I don’t think the stories ever repeated either, or if they did I never noticed it. I was too blinded by my excitement to be talking to the real Jack and Melanie!

Then things changed.

My Mom had come into my room, holding the phone as she finished dialing the number.
“Have a nice chat.” She said with a knowing smile as I sat in bed and waited for the sound of Jack’s voice.
“Hello there young spellcaster!” Jack said. The same intro he always had.
“Hi Jack!” I replied.
“I’m so glad you’ve called to talk with Melanie and I this evening.”
Usually Melanie’s voice would chime in with a hello. However this time, she was silent.

“Unfortunately our Little Witch has had to retire quite early today… I suppose it’s for the best. Working with children can be ever so trying. I don’t suppose you’d know much about that, would you? Regardless, one can only handle so much disaster before it inevitably becomes frustrating. After her latest catastrophe I decided it would be best to carve up her face just like mine… Such a procedure requires a long, sometimes eternal slumber afterwards and so our Little Witch has been sent to this rest… But not to worry… I shall find another. The hour has grown quite late. I’m sure that you are quite weary, as am I. Let us both retire for the evening. Please do call me again tomorrow. Your company is always welcomed in my castle, fellow spellcaster. Pleasant dreams.”

The line went dead and I sat by the phone, silent and unsure of what to make of what I’d just heard. Jack had never once hurt Melanie in the show. He had always been a kind and understanding teacher! More than that, he was her friend. He wanted to help Melanie, not hurt her.

I wondered if perhaps Melanie had done something bad. My parents never quite subscribed to the belief that a smack upside the head was the best way to raise a child but I had friends in school whose parents were a little more old fashioned. I knew that some kids got spanked or slapped if they were being bad. I’d never imagined that Jack would treat Melanie that way, though!

When my Mom came to take the phone, I didn’t say anything to her. I just gave it up and let myself be tucked in. The fact that I was quieter than usual didn’t slip by her.
“What’s wrong sweetheart? Didn’t you like the story?”
“I didn’t!” I said. “Jack isn’t mean is he? He wouldn’t hurt Melanie, right?”
My Mom went quiet.
“No.” She finally said. “No, of course not. Jack is a good wizard. He doesn’t hurt people. What happened in the story?”
“He was really mad at Melanie and he said she had to go to bed early.”

That was about as much as I’d been able to understand from what Jack had said. What exactly he’d meant when he’d said he’d ‘carved Melanie’s face up’ had gone over my head. I’m sure that if my Mom had known about that part, she wouldn’t have taken what I’d said so well. The subtle relief on her face set my own troubled mind at ease. If she didn’t see anything wrong, then what did I have to worry about?
“Well, Jack is kinda like Melanie’s Dad, isn’t he?” She asked. “When people misbehave we have to show them that what they did was wrong. If an adult does a bad thing, then there are things that can happen to them to try and make sure they don’t do those things again. It’s the same with children.”
“Like being sent to your room?”
“Exactly. Nobody likes it, but if you do something bad then someone will have to punish you for it, no matter how old you are. It’s called accountability and I guess that’s a kind of everyday magic too.”

None of that actually made complete sense to me at the time but I guess it was enough to shut me up for the night. Mom tucked me in and let me go to bed. By morning, I’d almost forgotten all about Jack’s strange story and when bedtime came around again, I was just as excited as usual to call Jack again.

After I was tucked into bed, my Dad dialed the number and brought me the phone. I took it with the same eagerness I always did although when I heard Jack’s voice on the line, I distinctly remember an involuntary shiver down my spine.
“Hello there young spellcaster.” Jack’s tone was harsher than usual. His voice had more of a hiss to it than it had before. It caught me off guard and I didn’t reply with my usual greeting. Jack continued anyways.
“I’m so glad you’ve called to talk with Melanie and I this evening.”
“Hello.” It was good to hear Melanie’s voice back but there was something off about it. I’m sure that it was the same actress as before but her voice was warped and hard to make out. Her tone was different as well. Instead of the chipper, upbeat voice she’d always had, instead she was much quieter. Her single line of dialogue came out as more of a squeak than anything else.

“We’ve had such an interesting day today.” Jack said. “Today we had a visitor in the castle. A wonderful young man who made up in charm for what he lacked in magic. He came upon my castle unannounced and his arrival was quite timely. This charming man provided me the key ingredient in a special potion I am brewing. It is a magical stew built off of the everyday magic of nostalgia. Do you know what nostalgia is, my friend?”

“A memory…” Melanie said, her voice still quiet and distorted.
“In a sense, yes. But also far more than that. I wanted to remind Melanie of my previous apprentice and so for supper I prepared this potion for us to share. This charming man was kind enough to provide us the meat for my stew. Cooking itself is another kind of everyday magic. With the addition of heat, things can change. Hard roots become soft. Flavors blend together. Flesh separates from bone and grows tender and juicy…”

I could almost hear Jack salivating on the other end of the phone line and it left me with a deep feeling of discomfort. I wanted to hang up the phone but I didn’t dare. What would Jack say or do if I did?

“It’s a shame that the man had to give up so much for us but we have gained so much from his sacrifice. Least of all a meal… Did you enjoy it, Little Witch?”

Melanie did not respond for a moment but I could hear a whimper over the phone line.
“Perhaps not, then… Some meats are an acquired taste… Regardless of your taste my friend, remember not to lose your appreciation for the everyday magic all around us. Now the hour has grown quite late. We are weary. The charming man slumbers eternally beneath the castle and it is time for us all to retire for the evening. Please… do call again, fellow spellcaster. I appreciate having a friend with whom I can talk to. Pleasant dreams.”

The line went dead, leaving me with a sense of unease deep in my gut that I didn’t know how to explain. Looking back, I am grateful that I was too young to truly comprehend the vile things that Jack had described. I didn’t understand the things hidden behind his crooning words. All I knew was that something was not right. I didn’t sleep as soundly that night. I don’t think anyone could have.

The following night, I found myself dreading my call with Jack. It had become so ingrained into my routine though that I didn’t dare say no when my Dad brought me the phone before bed.
“Have a nice call, kiddo.” He said with a smile. I didn’t reply and just quietly took the phone for him, dreading the inevitable sound of Jack’s voice

“Hello there young spellcaster.” Jack crooned. His voice sounded even worse than it had the night before. The Vincent Price impersonation seemed half assed and Jack didn’t sound like himself although his voice was no less chilling to listen to. Even now, I can still hear it in the back of my mind.
“H-hi Jack…” I said quietly.
“I’m so glad you’ve called to chat with Melanie and I this evening.”
“Hello...” Like the night before, Melanie’s voice was a garbled squeak. She sounded as if she was on the verge of tears.

“What a wonderful day we’ve had!” Jack said. “My nostalgic potion has reminded our Little Witch of her duties in my castle, lest she join her predecessors and that oh so charming man in their wakeless slumber down in our dungeon… When left to simmer, his flesh took on such wonderful flavors. I should not indulge so often but I must confess the temptation is… difficult to resist... especially when there is meat so readily available.”

I listened in silence, tears filling my eyes as I listened to Jack speak.

“Shall I tell you about Melanie’s predecessor? Charming little thing yet unwilling to take direction. Of course when you put the calf into the stew, the cow and the bull must go too. Family belongs together, after all. But their mixed flavors offered up such a heavenly aroma that I’ve as of yet failed to recapture… Perhaps one day you shall help me with that, my friend.”

“No…” I croaked. “I… I don’t want to…”

“Now, now, Logan. Don’t you want to see the mysteries of the unknown for yourself?”

The phone fell from my hand and I kicked it off my bed and across the room. A scream escaped me as I started to cry. I hadn’t expected a response from Jack! He’d never responded to me before! He’d never even said my name before but I knew what I’d heard!

I could hear his hissing, snarling voice over the phone still but I couldn’t hear his words. Whatever he was saying was drowned out by the sound of my Dad bursting into my room to see what was the matter. I ran to him, hugging his leg and begging him not to let Jack turn me into stew. I remember the look of shock on his face before he spotted the cordless phone on the ground. He picked it up and stared at it. I don’t know if he heard anything but his furrowed brow said enough.

He made my Mom sit with me while he called the Police and she did whatever she could to calm me down. I ended up having to sleep in my parents bed that night and the nightmares of Jack looming over me haunted me for weeks afterwards.

I remember that a Police officer came to our house to ask me about the things that Jack had said during the phone calls. I’d told him everything I could think of although I’m sure there were parts I left out either because I didn’t understand them enough or because I simply didn’t remember. Needless to say, I never called that phone number again.

My parents and I didn’t discuss Little Witch and Jack O’Lantern after that night.

I refused to watch the show and it wasn’t until a few months later that I noticed it was entirely gone from the channel. Something else had taken its timeslot. I didn’t bother asking about it. I was happy to let that show fade into a distant memory and never think about it again… But I suppose Jack gave me fair warning about nostalgia.

Thoughts of Little Witch and Jack O’Lantern have crept into my mind from time to time over the years. The show doesn’t have much of a legacy online. There’s almost nothing on IMDB or any other site I’ve gone through. The most I’ve managed to find is mention of an actress by the name of Judy Kirk who supposedly played Melanie. I didn’t find anything else on her besides a name and trust me, I’ve looked.

I had a little bit more luck going through old newspapers. I still live in the same town and one long weekend, I was with my own kids at the library and I thought to ask the librarian about historic newspapers. Sure enough they had some on microfilm and they let me look through it.

The newspapers don’t offer much. There’s only a passing mention of Little Witch and Jack O’Lantern from in 1989. I found it in an article about human remains discovered beneath an old warehouse just outside of town. It had once been owned by a man by the name of Timothy Clay. Clay had built the set of the show in that warehouse and filmed everything there with a small crew. He had been the voice and the mind behind Jack O’Lantern before he’d been arrested for assault. Apparently, not long afterwards they’d found approximately eight bodies buried beneath that warehouse. One believed to belong to a young man who’d gone missing two years prior, three belonging to one family who had formerly been associated with the production prior and four belonging to another family.

Looking into Clay himself, I found that he’d passed away in December of 1987. The article I read didn’t state how, but as far as I knew the man was on parole at the time, not in custody.

To sate my curiosity I also looked into Judy Kirk. Mostly because I wanted to know if hers had been amongst the bodies recovered. As far as I can tell, she wasn’t. There was no mention of Judy Kirk at all. If she’d ever existed, she’d dropped right off the face of the earth entirely it seemed. Perhaps that was for the best. If she was the one who’d played Melanie at the end then maybe she deserved her privacy. I don’t need to read the gruesome details of his crimes to know that Timothy Clay was a monster. I suspect he told me everything I needed to know himself, back in 1987.

I still have a lot of unanswered questions about Little Witch and Jack O’Lantern… But I’d say I’ve dug deep enough that I can say I’m satisfied. This is the best place to leave the mystery to rest. If I go any deeper, I don’t know what I find… Truthfully I don’t think I want to know.

I still remember the phone number, though.

I still remember the growl in Jack’s voice when he spoke to me all those years ago…

I’m not sure what came over me. My wife and kids were out the other day. I had nothing else to do and old memories of Jack and Melanie crossed my mind like they had a thousand times before. I thought about the commercial for that hotline. I still remembered the phone number. I’d known it off by heart, after all.

I picked up my cell phone and figured that I really had nothing to lose. I expected either a dead line but the phone still rang when I dialed the number. That shouldn’t have been surprising. That number had probably been assigned to someone else in the 33 years since I’d last called it. Whoever would answer would be part of some company I’d never heard of before, I’d hang up and have my closure.

Someone on the other end picked up the phone and I listened as a woman’s voice on the other end said the words that sent a chill down my spine.
“Hello there young spellcaster.”

I was silent. The voice was not one I’d heard before and yet there was something familiar about it. There was something off about the way she spoke. Like a lisp but more subtle.

“H-hello?” I asked with a trembling voice. “Jack?”
“I’m afraid Jack no longer owns this castle… But it’s alright. I’m here.” There was a tranquility to that woman’s voice that set me on edge. A distracted calmness that seemed out of place.
Would you like to hear a story about what happened to Jack, Logan?” The woman asked and I felt the color draining from my face.

On reflex, I cast the phone away from me and heard it clatter to the ground as I retreated away from it like I was still just a scared child. From across the room I could hear a low chuckle on the other end of the line.

“Another time, then…” The woman’s voice said. “Pleasant dreams, fellow spellcaster. Pleasant dreams.”

The line went dead.
I won't be calling back.
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2020.07.29 15:53 Sooperdude24 Couples caught in hidden camera

Another chapter from u/eruwenn and myself. There is action so know that u/eruwenn did some of the heavy-lifting on this one.
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Sholbat sat at the bar, swirling around a large glass with a small amount of green liquid at the bottom absent-mindedly. Amongst the thirty or so late-night drinkers he had twelve men with him, and one of those was Olax; the Rinoxian was worth five Arkeliians in a fight. Still, he felt uneasy.
His number two, Grint, could sense something wasn’t right with his chief. He’d been drinking more than usual and barely spoken since they reached the bar. “What’s the matter, Shol? Is it the little girl?”
Sholbat knocked back his drink, dropping the glass clumsily on the bar. “Bah. You know me better than that.” He swung round in his seat and examined Grint. The man looked nervous. “We’ve sent folks to their death, kids included. This is no time to start getting morals.”
Grint took a drink from his mug. “Aye, we sent them on their way. A hidden emitter letting our friends know where the rich targets were. We never got our hands dirty before.” He took another drink. “Are you sure that bastard Xii’Nok will pay up?”
The grizzled engineer chuckled. “You think your hands are clean because someone else did the killing? You took their money, and it was soaked in blood.” He really had drunk too much, those cold blue eyes kept coming up in his mind. “Xii’Nok always pays. And with the enhancements the human is buying, that bastard is going to make a lot of credits from this. I should have asked for double.”
Grint grumbled agreement. “Aye, and he’d still find a way to rip us off.” He took another long drink. “You think Xii’Nok was right? The crim-rod was a trick? I mean he did give it to the J’Rami, maybe he swapped them or something.”
Sholbat waved his hand, and the barman refilled his glass. As he thumbprinted the datapad, an orange intoxication warning came up. If he drank any more, the system wouldn’t let him pay again. He considered ordering a few more drinks, loading up while the system still considered him sober enough to make the purchase. Dismissing the idea he started swirling his drink again: aeration to enhance the flavour. Finally, he spoke. “Don’t tell the others, don’t need them shitting their pants like last time. But, no. No way was it a trick.”
“Fuuuuck.”
Sholbat raised the glass then paused. He looked at the large wall screen checking the time, then lowered his drink to the counter. “They’re late checking in.”
With a shrug Grint took out his communicator, but was confused when Sholbat put his hand out to stop him. “You don’t want me to call them?”
He let out a long drawn out breath. “They’re either still waiting, making sure Essad and the girl stick to our story, or dead.”
“Dead?” Grint looked at his communicator. “So what if the freak is strong. They’re shooting him, not arm wrestling.”
Sholbat shook his head, it span for a moment after he stopped. “No!” His voice was raised and Grint tried to settle him down. “Remember the little girl’s words. He’ll come, and he’ll kill you all. Just like the embassy.” His voice trailed off. “She was so calm.”
Grint had been uneasy at Sholbat’s heavy drinking, but now the man seemed to be rambling. “Look, Shol. She’s just a kid. You saw the news reports, some crazed Rinoxian stormed the building with a bunch of A.R.S.E. officers.” The little girl had been a bit too calm for someone being kidnapped. The only thing she seemed upset about was that she didn’t have her camera. To reassure them both, he calmly laid out the way things would be happening. “Look, Dooli and the boys will take care of the guy. Essad and the girl will tell security they thought he was a burglar coming in late at night - fucking Doytarans always shoot intruders. With the human dead and the sale less than a cycle old, the ship can be claimed by Xii’Nok. He gets a ship with a fortune in parts already paid for - and installed - and the little girl goes home unharmed. Security won’t ask too many questions, half of them are in Xii’Nok’s pocket.”
The doors to the bar swung open, revealing a grav trolley with three bodies on it. It glided inside, pushed by a Kittran in a short red jacket and a red war mask with gold swirls. He had a pistol on each hip and Dooli’s energy rifle slung across his back. He pushed the trolley hard and it knocked over a couple of tables before slowing to a stop.
Grint's eyes furtively scanned the corpse delivery. On top, eyes like glass, was Dooli. "You killed them?"
The Kittran ignored the question, his hands hovering dangerously over his pistols. “Anybody wants to live till morning, leave now.”
Seats scraped, drinks were forgotten, and people filed out while keeping a safe distance from the newcomer. Sholbat looked round the bar; only ten of his men remained. Olax was not one of them. "What do you want?"
Ranjaz could feel all six valves in his heart as they raced. Every double beat felt like it would explode from his chest. He kept repeating in his head, do it the human way. "What do you think, dumbass? Where’s the girl?"
Sholbat slid from his seat, and as four of his remaining men moved closer to the bodies to check on them, he looked to the doorway. Why was the Kittran alone? "Where's the human?" he countered.
“Where’s the girl?” Ranjaz took a step to his left, keeping as many of Sholbat’s men in front of him as he could. “Nice ambush, by the way. How’d you stop the weapons fire alarm going off?”
Grint’s confidence rocketed: their mission was accomplished. “Our employer has influence, so you might want to rethink your actions here.”
The Kittran tilted his head. “Employer? So, Xii’Nok has the girl?”
Sholbat pushed Grint behind him. “Quiet,” he muttered. The alcohol coursing through him was causing his thinking to be slow. Something wasn’t right. The human wasn’t dead, he felt it. “Get out. Tell the human to stop hiding. If he comes here, we’ll bring the girl.”
“Bring?” The girl wasn’t here, that’s all he needed to know. Ranjaz gave a full-fanged grin. “Ok. No more hiding.” The bodies on the cart suddenly lurched. They shifted and, with a corpse dangling from the ankle in each hand, the human rose up from the bottom of the pile.
He quickly took note of his surroundings and swung his improvised weapons at the four nearest men. With his enhanced strength he swept the men from their feet, and they screamed in terror at this living nightmare. Following this lead Ranjaz drew both pistols and fired wildly as he dove behind an overturned table, and was rewarded with a single scream.
After the initial shock Sholbat, as well as his remaining men, were quick to dive for cover. Drawing their own weapons, it became apparent that only half of them had energy weapons. The rest merely had blades. They had been through many bar fights together, as dock workers and engineers, and even some had fought valiantly against raiders. They had thought themselves to be hardened against the sight of battle, but the sight of the human using their fallen colleagues as makeshift flails shook them to the core. Sholbat, who had hunkered down behind the bar itself, clutched his pistol. Grint, beside him, had lost his weapon in the mad scramble towards safety. As the sound of energy rounds continued, Grint shrieked, "What in Tulseria's name was that?"
Sholbat’s hands were shaking. First the crim-rod, and now this. Amid the cacophony of energy round impacts, screams were heard, and he stood with pistol raised in a still-trembling hand. The foolish human was standing with his back to him. No one else was on their feet, though some crawled or writhed in agony on the floor, and Sholbat wondered just how foolish the human really was. As he was still unnoticed, some courage returned, and he opened fire. Several shots impacted into the human, and it was with glee that he watched his uncanny foe falling forward. "Take that, you bastard!" he screamed, relishing his triumph.
Ranjaz leapt to his feet and fired on Sholbat, shattering the drink bottles behind him and hitting the Arkellian twice before his energy cells were spent. He ducked back down to swap them out, and he heard swearing from Aaron. Sensing something amiss, he regained his feet, and once he saw the human he called out, “Your jacket’s on fire!”
Aaron swept off his jacket to put out the smouldering leather. “Damn it, I got this from Alexa. She’s gonna kill me!” He rubbed a scorch mark on his chest. “These energy things really fucking hurt!”
Ranjaz left the safety of his cover and walked towards the human, shaking from the rush of fear and adrenaline. “Then duck, you idiot!” He looked around the room at Sholbat’s men. “Using bodies as weapons? A human thing? Or, is it just you?”
Rolling his shoulders Aaron tentatively touched a burn on his leg, watching as the nanite healing visibly scrubbed it away. “Very funny. This was your idea so shut up.” The burn winked out of existence. As the pain faded he touched the skin, noticing that even the hair was back. “Is that all of them?”
The Kittran pulled his mask to the side of his head. “How would I know? I duck!”
Exasperated, Aaron replied, “I told you to count them.”
Ranjaz bent down and took a pistol from an Arkellian who was groaning and trying to extract a knife that had been used to pin one of his hands to his leg. “There was a lot happening, I forgot!” He made a show of counting them on his fingers then gave a non-committal head bob. “Probably?” He struck the injured man across the side of the head, knocking him out, before tucking the pistol into the back of his trousers.
Sholbat's lifeless face stared blankly at Grint, who was unable to return the gaze. Tentatively, he reached out to take the pistol from the crew-boss’s hand. He rose to his feet and turned, readying the pistol. The human, who stood on the opposite side of the bar and had been watching all the while, snatched it from his hand.
The Kittran sheepishly called out, “I think there might be one left.”
Aaron ignored Ranjaz, who returned to moving around the fallen to borrow their weapons. He reached over the bar and grabbed Grint, hauling him out from the employee's side of the bar. “You are going to tell me where the girl is. How many limbs you have when you do so is entirely up to you.”
Carelessly tossing a hammer far out of reach, Ranjaz added, “I still have the last arm he ripped off.”
Grint whimpered. He’d never been an honest man, always padding his bills or charging for new parts when he used refurbished. Sholbat had shown him how far you could push that, scraping every credit from a crew to keep them flying. Xii’Nok had caught on though - there’s always a sneakier bastard - but he hadn’t turned them in. No, he had gotten them to inflate the bills further, and on work he sent their way they were to return a large cut back so Xii'Nok could skim his own company's profits as well. Dodge those Gal. Fed. taxes. Soon even that wasn’t enough and they’d started working with raiders, tagging ships and getting paid a cut. “Just don’t hurt me.”
Ranjaz had collected a long thin knife from an unconscious Arkellian, and was intrigued to see that the blade was sharp on both sides. “I’m going to cut his balls off.”
Aaron held up a hand, pausing the Kittran’s theatrics. “Where is the girl?”
Grint nodded energetically, desperate to please. “Xii’Nok took her. He has her in his private office at the end of the Junak Arm. He keeps a shuttle on the last dock so he can avoid using the elevators. Thinks he’s above the rest of us.”
It was the truth, as the Arkellian was too terrified to lie, so Aaron released him and started walking towards the door. “Ranjaz. Make sure he doesn’t follow us.” Better safe than sorry, he reasoned.
Ranjaz saluted, then shot Grint in both legs. "That's for the little girl, asshole." The Arkellian collapsed to the ground crying out in pain, and the Kittran trotted out to catch up to the human. He frowned at the disapproving look Aaron was giving him. "What? He won’t follow us, will he?”
Aaron sighed - the Kittran had technically followed the order - then held out his hands for a share of Ranjaz's recovered loot. He found himself frowning again as he received a small pistol and some energy cells. “One? How many do you have?”
There was one holstered on each hip, another tucked into the front of Ranjaz' trousers, and he turned around to reveal two more tucked into the back of the waistband as well as a conspicuous lump located in a jacket pocket. As he retrieved the energy rifle he had slung across his back and powered it up, he replied, "You need another weapon? Go back and bring a body to swing about."
Aaron shook his head and declined to comment further.
The pair walked along the Junak Arm, the human’s footsteps echoing loudly. The dim orange lighting and eerily quiet street had Ranjaz on edge. Further ahead, about halfway up the arm you call the thing they're walking along, the lights were all out, leaving several doorways shrouded in darkness.
“Ambush?”
“Yeah.”
“Assholes.”
“Yeah.”
Ranjaz moved to walk behind Aaron. “Ha, now I’ve got a human shield. Get it?”
Aaron was too busy to joke, giving a noncommittal nod as his eyes hunted the dark corners and doorways of the various Xii’Nok businesses. “If shit goes d-” He was spun from his feet as he was struck in the shoulder. Ranjaz dove for cover in a doorway, his rifle at the ready, but couldn’t see where the shot had come from.
Lek’s voice called out. “You missed the head!”
Olax called out of a doorway ahead of them. “It’s a modified rivet gun, just be glad I hit him at all.” He pumped the bottom of the improvised weapon, moving the next four inch metal rivet into position.
At the far end of the corridor Lek stepped under a light dragging Shio with him, her sobs just barely audible from this distance. He held a shiny pistol in his free hand, pointing it down the corridor towards them. “Throw out your weapons and walk away!”
"Fuck off!" Ranjaz's reply came loud and clear, but he was preoccupied with Aaron's current gravity-assisted position. Lowering his voice he tried to get his fallen friend's attention. "You dead?"
“I wish,” Aaron groaned from the floor. “It was hot, it’s seared into me.” He was trying to pull the rivet free, but it was stuck like meat to a hot grill. “Shit.” He pushed himself to his feet, marveling at just how excruciating having a rivet head jutting out from below his collarbone really was. “Let the girl go.” He began walking forward and a second rivet struck him in his right thigh, knocking him from his feet again.
Lek’s voice was tinged with panic. “The head! Shoot it in the head!”
Olax growled back. “I’m trying!”
Aaron rolled to his back. The freshly-fired rivet was burning his hand as he tried to rip it free. “Son of a-”
“Dodge, duck, dip, dive or dodge! Don’t just stand there!” Ranjaz yelled angrily. He was getting an idea where Olax was shooting from: one of two doorways ahead that were completely dark.
The human groaned as the rivet remained in place. “You said dodge twice.”
“You were shot twice!” Ranjaz snapped back.
The bone had been broken, but it was fusing back together as they spoke. Aaron gave up any notion of pride and dragged himself towards Ranjaz’s voice. “I think it’s just the two of them. I thought Kittran could see in the dark?”
Low light, not no light.” Ranjaz angrily whispered as he began carefully edging his way forward. “Just stay low. Try not to get the light behind you.”
Lek began walking forward, dragging Shio with him. “I’m paying you well Olax, finish this!” The Rinoxian stayed quiet, his eyes probing the darkness as he and the Kittran played a game of Lork and Hanse in the darkness. Shio tried to break free from Lek's grasp, but cried out in pain as the Arkellian tightened his grip.
Aaron’s anger began to well up. “We’re coming, Shio. Be brave,” he called, then turned to where he thought Ranjaz was. “Found him?” There was no reply to his whisper, but Aaron knew the Kittran was out there in the shadows trying to find Olax. “Be ready, my friend.”
Ranjaz wanted to turn and tell Aaron not to do the stupid thing he knew he was about to do, but it was too late. The human rose, Olax fired, and Aaron fell backwards as Ranjaz stepped from the shadows to empty his energy rifle into the doorway that had been lit up by the tiny flash of the rivet gun. Never one to believe in less being more, Ranjaz tossed the rifle aside and drew two pistols, emptying those before tossing them and drawing two more. He turned to check on Aaron, and saw the human with his arms crossed in front of his head, a rivet piercing his right forearm. “Are you collecting those?”
“Funny.” Clumsily he regained his feet. The rivet in his thigh was buried in the bone. Thankfully, the fresh searing agony in his arm was distracting him. “Did you get him?”
The Kittran still had two pistols pointing at the doorway. “No idea.” He began walking forward.
Lek stared in disbelief. Clutching Shio to him desperately he began backing away. “Olax! Olax!”
Ranjaz bared his fangs. “Looks like it’s just you, me and-”
A roar sounded from the doorway and the smouldering rivet gun was thrown out, knocking the Kittran to the ground. Olax staggered out, now sporting several burns across his body. In addition, his right arm hung oddly - useless - and the left side of his face was scorched, the eye ruined. “I’ll crush you!”
Aaron straightened up as Olax began to charge. Ranjax regained his feet, drawing another of his pistols and striking Olax in the chest with another flurry of shots. "I wasn't finished," he said as the charging Rinoxian fell. Two more shots were fired into Olax's back, just to be sure, then the spent pistol was tossed onto the corpse. "Last one," he said as he drew his final weapon.
The injured human, who had been limping forwards all the while, spared a moment to glance back at the weapons littered in their wake. Then he turned to Lek, who was backing away and dragging Shio with him. "It's over," Aaron announced. "Let the girl go!”
Lek’s pistol wavered in the air between them. He could still win; he just needed to get to his shuttle. He owned the whole Junak Arm. He could lock it down and, once they were trapped, he could figure out how to remove the air - maybe break a docking seal? Even a human needs to breathe. “You win, you win. I’ll give you the girl once I get to my shuttle.”
Shaking his head, Aaron tapped his earpiece. “Slo, you ready?”
Slo’s voice came back from onboard the K7 as it hung silently outside the Junak Arm. “Target is confirmed.”
Pain still evident on his face, Aaron replied, “Do it.” A single hull buster slammed into the side of Lek’s shuttle. The docking port light went from blue to amber as the pressure was lost and the safety systems locked the doors. Alarms began sounding and the emergency lighting brightened the hallway. “You only had the weapon fire alarms disabled, not the safety alarms. Emergency crews will be here soon. Can you bribe them all?”
Lek’s plan had failed, spiraling further and further from the intended outcome. His heart pounded harder as he fully realized how trapped he was. He had to get away somehow, he noted with increasing panic. An investigation into his business practices was something he could ill-afford, even with all his previous bribery taken into account. Throwing the gun to one side, he released Shio. “Take her. Let me leave and I’ll make it worth your while.”
Aaron knelt as Shio ran into his arms, wincing over her shoulder as the pain flared throughout his body. “You’re safe now,” he told her. He looked over to Ranjaz, who had a gash on his forehead from the rivet gun. “Take her out of here. I need to negotiate with Lek.”
Ranjaz took Shio by the hand and lead her quickly down the corridor, shielding her from seeing Olax’s body. Lek opened his arms, and a broad smile appeared on his face. “You surprised me, human. But we don’t have much time to negotiate. Just tell me how much to buy your silence. How about a full refund on your ship?”
Aaron cradled the rivet jutting from his forearm, and limped forward. “That’s a good start, but what about my injuries?”
Lek began nodding and walking forward as well, he had to be gone before the emergency teams arrived. “Of course, I’ll pay medical costs and another hundred thousand credits.”
They were closer to each other now, and Aaron motioned with his head towards the exit, where Shio and Ranjaz were exiting the Junak Arm. “And the little girl?”
Lek was growing irritated. The human should just say what he wanted. “Fine, another hundred thousand to the girl and her family!”
“Credits?” Aaron shook his head. “That won’t stop the nightmares, now that she knows monsters like you exist. I want her to feel safe. That won’t happen if she sees you walking around this place.”
The Arkellian businessman stopped, confusion morphing to outrage. “You can’t expect me to leave? This is my home!” The sight of the human forcibly tearing the rivet from his arm immediately chilled his outrage. There Aaron stood, blood spraying from his new wound like a fountain, with an expression of righteous fury on his face that overlaid any visible signs of pain.
Lek fully knew terror.
"Humans don't negotiate with assholes who threaten children."
He was so close now that Lek Xii'Nok could feel the body heat radiating off of the human. He barely had time to react before the beast of anger before him slammed the rivet into the side of his head.
"We hunt monsters," Aaron finished, and allowed the body to drop to the floor.
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2020.07.28 08:28 Dimples8642 Couples caught in hidden camera

Here is a list of all US politicians Charged/Convicted of Sex Crimes against minors 📷Republicans
Republican Speaker of the House Dennis Hastert was indicted on federal charges of structuring bank withdrawals after prosecutors alleged Hastert had molested at least four boys as young as 14 and attempted to compensate his victims and subsequently conceal the transactions. Hastert eventually admitted that he sexually abused the boys whom he had coached decades earlier, and was sentenced to fifteen months in prison.
Republican Tim Nolan, chairman of Donald Trump’s presidential campaign in Kentucky, pled guilty to child sex trafficking and on February 11, 2018 he was sentenced to serve 20 years in prison.
Republican state Senator Ralph Shortey was indicted on four counts of human trafficking and child pornography. In November 2017, he pleaded guilty to one count of child sex trafficking in exchange for the dropping of the other charges.
Republican anti-abortion activist Howard Scott Heldreth is a convicted child rapist in Florida.
Republican County Commissioner David Swartz pleaded guilty to molesting two girls under the age of 11 and was sentenced to 8 years in prison.
Republican judge Mark Pazuhanich pleaded no contest to fondling a 10-year old girl and was sentenced to 10 years probation.
Republican anti-abortion activist Nicholas Morency pleaded guilty to possessing child pornography on his computer and offering a bounty to anybody who murders an abortion doctor.
Republican legislator Edison Misla Aldarondo was sentenced to 10 years in prison for raping his daughter between the ages of 9 and 17.
Republican Mayor Philip Giordano is serving a 37-year sentence in federal prison for sexually abusing 8- and 10-year old girls.
Republican campaign consultant Tom Shortridge was sentenced to three years probation for taking nude photographs of a 15-year old girl.
Republican pastor Mike Hintz, whom George W. Bush commended during the 2004 presidential campaign, surrendered to police after admitting to a sexual affair with a female juvenile.
Republican legislator Peter Dibble pleaded no contest to having an inappropriate relationship with a 13-year-old girl.
Republican Congressman Donald “Buz” Lukens was found guilty of having sex with a female minor and sentenced to one month in jail.
Republican fundraiser Richard A. Delgaudio was found guilty of child porn charges and paying two teenage girls to pose for sexual photos.
Republican activist Mark A. Grethen convicted on six counts of sex crimes involving children.
Republican activist Randal David Ankeney pleaded guilty to attempted sexual assault on a child.
Republican Congressman Dan Crane had sex with a female minor working as a congressional page.
Republican activist and Christian Coalition leader Beverly Russell admitted to an incestuous relationship with his step daughter. Republican congressman and anti-gay activist Robert Bauman was charged with having sex with a 16-year-old boy he picked up at a gay bar.
Republican Committee Chairman Jeffrey Patti was arrested for distributing a video clip of a 5-year-old girl being raped.
Republican activist Marty Glickman (a.k.a. “Republican Marty”), was taken into custody by Florida police on four counts of unlawful sexual activity with an underage girl and one count of delivering the drug LSD.
Republican legislative aide Howard L. Brooks was charged with molesting a 12-year old boy and possession of child pornography. Republican Senate candidate John Hathaway was accused of having sex with his 12-year old baby sitter and withdrew his candidacy after the allegations were reported in the media.
Republican preacher Stephen White, who demanded a return to traditional values, was sentenced to jail after offering $20 to a 14-year-old boy for permission to perform oral sex on him.
Republican talk show host Jon Matthews pleaded guilty to exposing his genitals to an 11 year old girl.
Republican anti-gay activist Earl “Butch” Kimmerling was sentenced to 40 years in prison for molesting an 8-year old girl after he attempted to stop a gay couple from adopting her.
Republican Party leader Paul Ingram pleaded guilty to six counts of raping his daughters and served 14 years in federal prison.
Republican election board official Kevin Coan was sentenced to two years probation for soliciting sex over the internet from a 14-year old girl.
Republican politician Andrew Buhr was charged with two counts of first degree sodomy with a 13-year old boy.
Republican politician Keith Westmoreland was arrested on seven felony counts of lewd and lascivious exhibition to girls under the age of 16 (i.e. exposing himself to children).
Republican anti-abortion activist John Allen Burt was charged with sexual misconduct involving a 15-year old girl.
Republican County Councilman Keola Childs pleaded guilty to molesting a male child.
Republican activist John Butler was charged with criminal sexual assault on a teenage girl.
Republican candidate Richard Gardner admitted to molesting his two daughters.
Republican Councilman and former Marine Jack W. Gardner was convicted of molesting a 13-year old girl.
Republican County Commissioner Merrill Robert Barter pleaded guilty to unlawful sexual contact and assault on a teenage boy. Republican City Councilman Fred C. Smeltzer, Jr. pleaded no contest to raping a 15 year-old girl and served 6-months in prison. Republican activist Parker J. Bena pleaded guilty to possession of child pornography on his home computer and was sentenced to 30 months in federal prison and fined $18,000.
Republican parole board officer and former Colorado state representative, Larry Jack Schwarz, was fired after child pornography was found in his possession.
Republican strategist and Citadel Military College graduate Robin Vanderwall was convicted in Virginia on five counts of soliciting sex from boys and girls over the internet.
Republican city councilman Mark Harris, who is described as a “good military man” and “church goer,” was convicted of repeatedly having sex with an 11-year-old girl and sentenced to 12 years in prison.
Republican businessman Jon Grunseth withdrew his candidacy for Minnesota governor after allegations surfaced that he went swimming in the nude with four underage girls, including his daughter.
Republican director of the “Young Republican Federation” Nicholas Elizondo molested his 6-year old daughter and was sentenced to six years in prison.
Republican benefactor of conservative Christian groups, Richard A. Dasen Sr., was charged with rape for allegedly paying a 15-year old girl for sex. Dasen, 62, who is married with grown children and several grandchildren, has allegedly told police that over the past decade he paid more than $1 million to have sex with a large number of young women.
Republican Former Mayor of Stockton, California, Anthony Silva, was charged with providing alcohol to young adults during a game of strip poker that included a 16-year-old boy at a camp for underprivileged children run by the mayor.
Democrats
Democratic donor and billionaire, Jeffrey Epstein, ran an underage child sex brothel and was convicted of soliciting underage girls for prostitution.
Democratic New York Congressman, Anthony Weiner, plead guilty to transferring obscene material to a minor as part of a plea agreement for sexted and sending Twitter DMs to underage girls as young as 15.
Democratic donor, activist, and Hollywood producer Harvey Weinstein is being criminally prosecuted and civilly sued for years of sexual abuse (that was well known “secret” in Hollywood) including underage sexual activities with aspiring female actresses.
Democratic activist and #metoo proponent, Asia Argento, settled a lawsuit for sexual harassment stemming from sexual activities with an underage actor.
Democratic Mayor of Racine, Wisconsin, Gary Becker, was convicted of attempted child seduction, child pornography, and other child sex crimes.
Democratic Seattle Mayor Ed Murray resigned after multiple accusations of child sexual abuse were levied against him including by family members.
Democratic activist and aid to NYC Mayor De Blasio, Jacob Schwartz was arrested on possession of 3,000+ child pornographic images.
Democratic activist and actor, Russell Simmons, was sued based on an allegation of sexual assault where he coerced an underage model for sex.
Democratic Governor of Oregon, Neil Goldschmidt, after being caught by a newspaper, publicly admitted to having a past sexual relationship with a 13-year-old girl after the statute of limitations on the rape charges had expired.
Democratic Illinois Congressman, Mel Reynolds resigned from Congress after he was convicted of statutory rape of a 16-year-old campaign volunteer.
Democratic New York Congressman, Fred Richmond, was arrested in Washington D.C. for soliciting sex from a 16-year-old boy. Democratic activist, donor, and director, Roman Polanski, fled the country after pleading guilty to statutory rape of a 13-year-old girl. Democrats and Hollywood actors still defend him to this day, including, Whoopi Goldberg, Martin Scorcese, Woody Allen, David Lynch, Wim Wenders, Pedro Almodovar, Tilda Swinton and Monica Bellucci.
Democratic State Senator from Alaska, George Jacko, was found guilty of sexual harassment of an underage legislative page.
Democratic State Representative candidate for Colorado, Andrew Myers, was convicted for possession of child pornography and enticing children.
Democratic Illinois Congressman, Gus Savage was investigated by the Democrat-controlled House Committee on Ethics for attempting to rape an underage female Peace Corps volunteer in Zaire. The Committee concluded that while the events did occur his apology was sufficient and took no further action.
Democratic activist, donor, and spokesperson for Subway, Jared Fogle, was convicted of distribution and receipt of child pornography and traveling to engage in illicit sexual conduct with a minor.
Democratic State Department official, Carl Carey, under Hillary Clinton’s state department, was arrested on ten counts of child porn possession.
Democratic Maine Assistant Attorney General, James Cameron, was sentenced to just over 15 years in federal prison for seven counts of child porn possession, receipt and transmission.
Democratic State Department official, Daniel Rosen, under Hillary Clinton’s state department, was arrested and charged with allegedly soliciting sex from a minor over the internet.
Democratic State Department official, James Cafferty, pleaded guilty to one count of transportation of child pornography.
Democratic radio host, Bernie Ward, plead guilty to one count of sending child pornography over the Internet.
Democratic deputy attorney general from California, Raymond Liddy, was arrested for possession of child pornography.
Democratic Illinois State Representative, Keith Farnham, has resigned and was charged with possession of child pornography and has been accused of bragging at an online site about sexually molesting a 6-year-old girl.
Democratic spokesperson for the Arkansas Democratic Party, Harold Moody, Jr, was charged with distribution and possession of child pornography.
Democratic Radnor Township Board of Commissioners member, Philip Ahr, resigned from his position after being charged with possession of child pornography and abusing children between 2 and 6 years-old.
Democratic activist and BLM organizer, Charles Wade, was arrested and charged with human trafficking and underage prostitution.
Democratic Texas attorney and activist, Mark Benavides, was charged with having sex with a minor, inducing a child under 18 to have sex and compelling prostitution of at least nine legal clients and possession of child pornography. He was found guilty on six counts of sex trafficking.
Democratic Virginia Delegate, Joe Morrissey, was indicted on charges connected to his relationship with a 17-year-old girl and was charged with supervisory indecent liberties with a minor, electronic solicitation of a minor, possession of child pornography and distribution of child pornography.
Democratic Massachusetts Congressman, Gerry Studds, was censured by the House of Representatives after he admitted to an inappropriate relationship with a 17-year-old page.
Democratic Former Mayor of Stillwater, New York, Rick Nelson was plead guilty to five counts of possession of child pornography of children less than 16 years of age.
Democratic Former Mayor of Clayton, New York, Dale Kenyon, was indicted for sexual acts against a teenager.
Democratic Former Mayor of Hubbard, Ohio, Richard Keenan, was given a life sentence in jail for raping a 4-year-old girl.
Democratic Former Mayor of Winston, Oregeon, Kenneth Barrett, was arrested for setting up a meeting to have sex with a 14-year-old girl who turned out to be a police officer.
Democratic Former Mayor of Randolph, Nebraska, Dwayne L. Schutt, was arrested and charged with four counts of felony third-degree sexual assault of a child and one count of intentional child abuse.
Democratic Former Mayor of Dawson, Georgia, Christopher Wright, was indicted on the charges of aggravated child molestation, aggravated sodomy, rape, child molestation and statutory rape of an 11-year-old boy and a 12-year-old girl.
Democratic Former Mayor of Millbrook, New York, Donald Briggs, was arrested and charged with inappropriate sexual contact with a person younger than 17.
Democratic party leader for Victoria County, Texas, Stephen Jabbour, plead guilty to possession and receiving over half a million child pornographic images.
Democratic activist and fundraiser, Terrence Bean, was arrested on charges of sodomy and sex abuse in a case involving a 15-year-old boy and when the alleged victim declined to testify, and the judge dismissed the case.
Democratic Party Chairman for Davidson County, Tennessee, Rodney Mullin, resigned amid child pornography allegations. Democratic activist, Andrew Douglas Reed, pleaded guilty to a multiple counts of 2nd-degree sexual exploitation of a minor for producing child pornography.
Democratic official from Terre Haute, Indiana, David Roberts was sentenced to federal prison for producing and possessing child pornography including placing hidden cameras in the bedrooms and bathrooms at a home he shared with two minor female victims.
Democratic California Congressman, Tony Cárdenas, is being sued in LA County for allegedly sexually abused a 16-year-old girl. Democratic aide to Senator Barbara Boxer, Jeff Rosato, plead guilty to charges of trading in child pornography.
Democratic Alaskan State Representative, Dean Westlake, resigned from his seat after the media published a report alleging he fathered a child with a 16-year-old girl when he was 28. Democratic New Jersey State Assemblyman, Neil Cohen, was convicted of possession and distribution of child pornography.
Democratic (later turned Republican) Senator Strom Thurmond, a notable racist, had sex with a 15-year old black girl which produced a child.
LibertarianGreen
Edit: Not everyone on this list is a politician. Some political activists are included.
If there are any other individuals that belong on this list and aren't, please let me know so we can get them added.
Edit 2: I realized that I just copy and pasted these links from another user's posts, and have not independently verified each of these claims myself. If anyone sees someone on this list that shouldn't be, please DM me so I can have them removed. Though after randomly checking a few of the names, it appears that these are all legitimate cases.
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2020.07.24 20:13 BenchNotA Smol Noir (3)

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DISCLAIMER: I do not claim to own any of the ideas or worlds described in the story. The ‘They are Smol’ universe is the intellectual property of u/TinyPrancingHorse. Nothing in the story is canon to his universe, and I’d suggest you visit his writings if you love wholesome stories about humans being human.

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ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER:
This story was NOT written by me. It was, instead, created by the beautiful and certainly not a snake-person “@Fluffynoodle” on the They Are Smol discord. I was given permission to post his wonderful story on his behalf, so please direct all praise to him. I’m just the messenger. He’s the actually good writer.
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Part 3 A short while later I was sitting looking at the dry rot on the wall of my room in Sweetheart Heights, fingers idly running checks over the deadly weapon I’d built myself as I waited, long as I dared. I’d been given three days — seventy two hours — but I was also sure that now I’d seen the body I was soon to become persona non-grata far faster than that.
More Cake was missing from the puck, though not through choice. I could sleep when this was all over. If I slept now, I knew I’d end up in a steel coffin of one sort or another, on another one-way journey. Potential side-effects of paranoid delusions, apophenia and pareidolia be damned.
Io worked on Terran time, though the day-night cycle was entirely artificial. Five o’clock was quitting time. Tick, tock, tick… tock… seven o’clock was even more important. Happy hour at the bars.
I got up, fighting to stay vertical for a moment, then packed all my tools and headed for the ground floor. I thought for a moment about using what passed for the fire escape, but… naa, straight out the lobby. I’d been thinking for the rest of the afternoon, thinking hard, sure that I had missed something yet not really sure what. At quitting time it had all become clear.
Gordon Silas definitely hadn’t died from a normal accident, oh no. His death was most likely due to the kind of ‘accident’ that involved getting in the way of a tweaked-out dorarizin, something that the galactic senate would rather be swiftly forgotten about. Of course, it was being dressed up as a human squabble made to look like a dorarizin attack so that everybody would turn the other cheek. After all, everyone knew that no dorarizin in their right mind would ever actually kill a human.
Gordon Silas had been murdered because he’d found something out he shouldn’t have; something was going on at Marv’s Meat Packing Co. and I was going to find out what if it killed me.
Squawky had put me on the right track, I had most likely found my way to exactly the right place, I’d just got there several hours too early and I’d been too dumb to figure it out.
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Night in a hab is much the same as night on a planet; the same pregnant quiet, the same dark corners, the same hushed whispers. I paid extra for the human cabbie to forget he’d seen me and I paid more still for not only the forging of my ID in the system but the route and final destination. I wasn’t convinced any of it would work to throw off those interested in my whereabouts, but if I was very lucky that could only work in my favour. There wasn’t much to steal in a meat packing company, at least apart from the heavy equipment, so in theory security would be light. I turned off my wetware all the same long before coming anywhere near Marv’s, anything running even passive scans wouldn’t know a thing. Location caching was supposed to be illegal, but it was hardly a secret that you could be subpoenaed for it.
Marv’s Meat Packing Co. was indeed deserted, save for a couple of lone guards. I watched the perimeter until I thought I had their patrol routes down — do a half-hearted patrol of the main gate, nip inside the complex, most likely for a coffee refill, then retire to the gatehouse… it wasn’t a patrol so much as a patcrumb — then snuck inside under their nose whilst liquid refreshments were being had.
I didn’t regret my purchase of a hat — a nice, wide-brimmed trilby — on the way to the actual plant, it would literally and figuratively keep the heat off my head should there be any surveillance. I held on to it tightly as I squirmed my way through barbed wire fences and scooted under barriers.
Marv’s business wasn’t big on electronic security; the fewer cameras and the lower their resolution, the less that what passed for OSHA would have to say about what went on in this low-rent chop-shop. I would still have to be careful, however.
The downside of my current ease of entry meant that whatever was going on probably wasn’t centered here. I just hoped I’d find enough clues to get me to where trouble was really going down. I was, however, certain I’d find that info right here.
The locks on the doors to the building I was interested in were, unsurprisingly perhaps, plainly mechanical. They were heavy and well-built, but bowed to my firking about with a pin tumbler and torsion rod in short order. Gritting my teeth for the inevitable alarm, it took me several long seconds for the thudding in my ears to die away enough to be sure I hadn’t heard one. That didn’t mean that a silent alarm hadn’t been tripped, so whatever I was going to do now, I’d better get to it.
I still remembered the route to Marv’s office, but it was slow going in the darkened workshop. The ever-present smell of pig shit and piss permeated everything, and glistening, wet tools hung from racks. There was a lot of sharp, blunt and just plain effective implements of death and dismemberment here. My eyes, adjusting to the dark, spied what had to be a walk-in freezer with electronic security locks on it in the back, judging by the cooling system. It hummed away merrily. I shook my head; lots of people still paid a premium for hand-made goods, I guessed. The automated systems further down — and there were long channels to funnel animals down that led to an automated abattoir that could be adjusted to send streams of pigs this way or that as needed — were more than likely capable of producing any particular cut anyone could ask for, but the tools right here told me they likely picked off prize animals for special treatment. It was clear this was also where they did mass inspections of their herds, culling for disease, disposal — a largish incinerator sat quietly roaring to itself, still dealing with the last of the day’s unwanted trash — and otherwise dealing with the messy part of life and death that involved humans.
A large counter on the wall had the number of ‘days’ since the last accident, nearing two weeks. What looked like a betting pool was underneath it, or possibly quotas. I moved on. No sirens yet, no sudden lights, no shouts… I knew at some point the game would be up, but so far everything seemed copacetic.
I tried not to touch anything, even though I was wearing gloves. I was pretty sure that pulling any sort of fingerprints or genetic profile from anything in this factory would be an exercise in frustration, but it made sense to be careful.
I found the stairs in short order. This would be the second real hurdle after breaking and entering in the first place. Navigating the iron steps with iron railings, in the open, without being spotted. I paused, ears metaphorically perked for any trouble, counted to ten, then tip-toed my crouched way up to the second floor.
The balcony above the shop floor wasn’t any less exposed and I fought to keep my breathing steady instead of bursting out into ragged gasps. After an aeon I made it to the door into the nicer office area that belonged to the miniscule number of white-collar workers. The lock here too was purely mechanical. I swore under my breath, reflexively, as this mechanism was a lot harder to pick on account of how much my hands were shaking, but after another ice age this lock too snicked open and I cracked the door and slipped in.
I closed the door, wincing at every sound the mechanism made until the door was flush and I’d released the handle, then I glanced around. The lights were manual, I hadn’t spotted any sort of alarm, and it appeared I could act with relative impunity. Something wasn’t adding up. I was more and more certain now that the jig was already up and that I was running on borrowed time.
None of the internal doors had locks, so gaining access to the boss’ office itself was a literal cakewalk, but my first stop was the receptionist’s computer.
As luck would have it — treacherous the Lady may be, but she is also not without a sense of humour it would seem — a post-it note was affixed to the flatscreen with the password. Wincing anew at the necessity, I fired up her computer and logged on. I dialed the brightness down as low as it would go, but was forced to trust that the internal nature of this area would prevent actual trouble from the glare.
The company’s records were simple enough to access, but ten minutes of searching didn’t turn up anything out of the ordinary. The only thing that stuck out were the entries for ‘retired’ workers, papered out, that stank of payoffs for that accident counter outside. I knew for a fact nothing would stick from any of this level of petty bureaucratic shenanigans, so was forced to look elsewhere.
It was in the boss’ office that I struck paydirt. Really, I figured, it was obvious when you thought about it. What’s food without sauce? Condiments? A filing cabinet had the real papers in it, filling out the transactions that, in the computer database outside, were just numbers for special orders.
It seemed that Marv was dealing in a very lucrative cash crop of some sort, pencilled down as ‘special orders’. With Squawky eager enough to send me here, with Gordon’s death being so obviously graphic, I figured it was probably the one product that was ridiculously easy to come by in one corner of our galaxy and yet so incredibly heavily restricted in another, green.
‘Green’ was a karnakian plumage cleanser, akin to scented sand or soap. For karnakians, it was a pleasant and highly sought-after, freely available and well-loved product, but for the dorarizin… well, alien biologies what they are, green was like pure rave in a bottle. Laced with various other compounds, it gave older dorarizin the edge in bed, revved up their muscles, made the world come alive. It was heroin, speed, smack, angel dust and pcp all rolled into one.
It also tended to send them into a wild, homicidal rage that didn’t end until everything else in the immediate area was torn to shreds or the dorarizin’s heart exploded, whichever came first.
Green was, therefore, very lucrative in the right hands. Why not shuffle it through a dead-end human station? It didn’t do anything much for humans, so it would be very easy to deal with, wouldn’t ping any of the human interdiction systems and the senate — already on tenterhooks with the human race as a whole — would keep their noses out without a damn good lead.
Oh, great.
With a sinking feeling in my stomach, I reasoned that was my job in this whole godforsaken mess.
I swore again under my breath as I continued pulling out ‘special orders’ from the filing cabinet, then had to stifle a whoop of joy; something was going down tonight if the newest entry with just a date and no other monetary details inked in was anything to go by. If only I could find out where.
This facility was rapidly becoming an obvious courier hub for illicit goods, but none of the data I was pulling out told me anything about where and when, just the what, and without the illicit goods, without the green, I had nothing.
Kilos and kilos of ‘special orders’ were ear-marked for various shipments to the wider galaxy, hidden within the general product shipments being sent out to not only human worlds but dorarizin, karnakian and jornissian — and none of it would matter if I couldn’t prove they were for anything but gourmets.
If I had to hazard a guess, I’d say some of these special orders were, from the code names, other products than just the obvious ‘green’. If I could crack the code, I could come up with something to go on there, too, once I got myself out of here.
As I closed the cabinet and started searching for some sort of hidden cabinet or safe, I figured that maybe some of the flow was cold, hard cash in return. That would surely be the easiest to figure out, and to trace. Would it weigh less than other shipments? Always have the same dropoff point? Or be the same order type? As I scanned the entries looking for patterns, I sniggered to myself. Hah, ‘cold’ hard cash.
All these shipments were nominally for different cuts of pork; they had to be hiding the goods in with it, literally frozen. With a nice, thick, organic shield around the real goods, most sensors wouldn’t see anything untowards until it was far too late. Skim off the special box — maybe even in flight in some cases — and it’s gone. The galaxy was a big place, it made truly policing restricted goods a nightmare. Most financial transactions were performed to the galactic block-chain, but breadsticks and even analog currency were far from unusual, and provided for a more intimate, if not immediate, transfer of funds.
If there had to be an open port to get into the standard shipping channels, then human space would be the perfect cover for not only goods but money laundering services. In truth, this was big, bigger than me. I felt the weight of responsibility settle not-so-comfortably around my neck even as I heard the footsteps outside and the door to the outer office click open.
I saw the lights in the reception area come on by the glare under the door to Marv’s office, followed by a sudden babble of hushed voices. The takka-takka-tak of somebody accessing the receptionist’s computer came next.
In moments, the jig would be up. I swore again under my breath. I’d found what I thought was the safe, but there was no way I’d be able to break into it before I was caught. To be honest with myself, there was no way I was getting out of here without a fight. Clicking the ‘on’ button on my plasma pistol, I prayed to whatever gods were listening that it would remain stable and actually function as I squared myself off, facing the door.
Moments later, the handle jiggled, then turned.
Letting out a huge bestial yell, I charged. I slammed into the door as it opened, braining the guy behind it, hopefully breaking an arm or knocking him unconscious.
No such luck, though I had knocked the wind out of him.
As I yanked open the door again, I noticed two security guards and three heavies in bloodied smocks, two of the latter picking up one of the former. Piggy, from before, was there, being the one heavy not manhandling a guard.
Almost instinctively I raised my arm, gun in hand, and blasted the ceiling. With a bright, disorienting foomf of light, a good deal of the industrial ceiling disintegrated, along with a good section of sprinkler piping. Water rained down around us as I barrelled through the crowd, sumo-charging Piggy. He went down like a sack of blubber, almost bouncing as I rolled over him.
A hand grabbed my leg and twisted as I tried to get up. I saw stars as my jaw hit the ground, blood gushing from either a bitten tongue or a split lip. I twisted too, lashing out with a boot to Piggy’s face as a ham fist the size of a small dog gut-punched me, another heavy had got into the mix.
Piggy let go with a squeal, but two more shapes descended on me. I rolled over on top of one, head-butting and biting as what felt like a night-stick slammed into the back of my head. I rolled again, using the body now on top of me as a shield, and brung up my plasma gun. Multiple swears rent the air as my assailants dived for cover.
I wasn’t about to commit murder, however, and my shot was aimed more to disorient than kill. Another shower of sparks and flames as the desk exploded, and I was free to throw off the guy who was now laying limply on top of me like a sack of ugly potatoes, having been beaten heavily by his friends. I jumped up, covering my face with my arm as I levelled the gun at my other assailants, then turned and ran for the door.
I pelted down the metal walkway, no longer caring about stealth, as four figures charged after me, shouting and hollering. I fired at the metal in front of me whenever the gun announced it was ready, jumping the holes as they formed, panicking as I heard the structure start to buckle and bend. In a bound, I was down, as with a screeching cacophony, the stairs detached from the superstructure.
Screams sounded out as the four guys fought to not end up on a heap on the floor behind me, but I couldn’t stop to make sure nobody was seriously hurt. I didn’t even stop to look back at the doors out, luckily they hadn’t been locked behind the guards as they’d come in, and kept on running as I leaped over the barrier. Somehow, my new trusty hat stayed with me. Truly, a gumshoe’s best friend and most valuable item of clothing.
I was away, but hardly safe. By morning, everyone would know somebody had broken into Marv’s and taken a gander at the ‘secret menu’. I was screwed if I couldn’t come up with something tonight. My only chance was the deal that was, with luck, going down right at this very moment.
Hailing a cab with my wetware as I brought it back online, I headed for the one place I was sure I could find some more information, The Fox and Stoat, home of fences, low-lifes and, hopefully, a karnakian who’d see things my way. If I’d been on the clock before, then now the alarm bells were ringing.
I sat and breathed heavily in the automated cab as the automated systems whisked me through the habitat. Driven cabs were preferred in the same way that actual restaurants still employed waiters, but when you wanted fast food you punched your order up on the screens. I had to get to Squawky ASAP.
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I was disgorged more or less right next to the entrance, and didn’t even hesitate on heading in.
Inside, the atmosphere was livelier than before. The deadbeat drunks were fewer, the conversations more hushed, but the regulars were on form. The dirty dance floor had been cleared of most of the detritus and multicoloured lights were flashing rhythmically as some heavy bass loops made my gut vibrate. Snakes, humans, raptors and gorilla-dogs all seemed to be enjoying themselves, though the latter were wearing this seasons in-vogue dual air-filter gas masks and the raptors were wearing colourful binding tape on their talons and claws.
I made my way through the mass of biologicals, heading for one particular booth. I couldn’t tell if Squawky had moved during the intervening hours, but there he was, with his body-mutts still on duty. I heard their buzzsaw-like disapproval of seeing my face again as they ground their multiple rows of teeth, but I ignored it.
“Hey there, old buddy, old pal, so nice to see you again!” I called to Squawky, forcing a cheery grin on my face. I’m sure it looks like a rictus.
“[The feeling is not mutual, human. What do you want? Unless you’re buying or selling, I suggest you find another place to sit.]” Squawky gestured to Larry and Curly.
“You know, you never did tell me what it was you did,” I tell him, attempting and failing to slide in opposite him in the face of some large, furry walls of meat.
“[I sell… merchandise. For rent. For short periods of time. I’m sure I could find a spot for you in my, ah, stables, if you’re truly interested.]”
For a brief moment, I’m forced to entertain the idea of a future where I’m some sort of male pet gigolo to ogling xenos. My brain bluescreens, then reboots. He’s a pimp, right, focus on that. I size him up for a moment; he probably doesn’t like drugs. Probably doesn’t like ignorance and bad behaviour. Green would be… bad for business. It’d attract karnakians, which was good, but if one third of your clients — I wasn’t sure how much he sold to xenos versus humans, but I was sure he sold humans — would end up devouring your merchandise, well, that’s very bad for business. Had I been sent to exactly the right place to get rid of a rival? A thorn in his side? I led with that.
“Look, Squawky, I like you. You may not like me, but I respect you. Product like Marv is selling, that’s bad for everyone, am I right?”
Squawky seemed taken aback. “[Go on.]”
“Then you probably know where the latest deal is going down. Get me there and I’m gone, one way or another. Either face down and six feet under, or a million miles spinwards, but I’m gone.”
The karnakian growled under his breath. “[You come to me and beg for information twice, snatching scraps from my table with nothing to offer in return but damage to my plumage? You humans have a saying, [lay down with dogs and you get fleas]. You are a [dog] and I do not want [fleas]. I should have Gresjnjr rip your arms from your sockets and beat you to death with them right here and now, why should I help more than I already have?]”
I noticed ‘Larry’ flexing his claws. No sane dorarizin would kill a human I kept repeating to myself, but another, small part of my brain said nobody said anything about maiming though.
“S-sir, you know why you helped me in the first place. You could have ignored me, I’d find my way to his employers soon enough, but you knew that… you knew I’d find out about the ‘special orders’,” I did my best to stress the word, praying that the translator would take notice from stress patterns in my voice, “you knew that was where the rot was. You don’t like these ‘special orders’, they’re… they’re bad for business, right? Then let me—” I was interrupted by an enthusiastic dancer as she spun and tumbled onto Squawky’s table. “Shit, get off—” I started, and Larry and Curly were already moving, but it was too late. She unfurled her palm and, with a huge puff, blew a cloud of black-blue particles into the air.
For a brief eternity I saw, as the lights cycled, a settling miasma of black, blue, black, blue… green.
Shit.
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2020.07.24 18:04 InfernoAA Couples caught in hidden camera

At Wrestle Kingdom 13, PAC walked out STILL the IWGP Junior Heavyweight Champion, but his bout with KUSHIDA wouldn’t be the end of his night, as during a post-match backstage interview, Zack Sabre Jr. walks into frame, flanked by members of Suzuki-Gun! What catches PAC’s eyes more though is the title on ZSJ’s person – the RevPro British Heavyweight Championship. Having won it earlier in the night, Sabre’s eyes gleam as he notices PAC’s intent gaze locked on it, before formally introducing himself and the rest of the group as PAC watches on with intrigue. Sabre continues, claiming that he’s noticed PAC’s interest in his gold, but whilst that’s all well, he wouldn’t mind expanding his collection either. He has the British Heavyweight Title, PAC has the Junior Heavyweight Title… how about they put both on the line, Winner Takes All?

A slight smirk cracks PAC’s stoic expression as he looks at Zack, before looking down at the title, and back at Zack, leaning close and baring his teeth as he grunts ‘New Beginning, it’s coming home’. Whilst Sabre gives him a smug laugh and directs the rest of SG to follow him out the Dome so they can celebration, the leader, Minoru Suzuki, hangs around for a couple moments, eyeing PAC up and down, before slapping a SG shirt on his back as he walks off! PAC inspects the shirt for a few moments, before mopping up his sweat with it and dragging it across the floor as he heads off his own way, getting ready to prepare for the blockbuster match.


All Elite Wrestling Rally

Though he has a huge match with ZSJ on the horizon, PAC still takes out the time to make a shock appearance at AEW’s first rally, interrupting Hangman Page as he declares that he’s gunning to be the first AEW World Champion, prompting PAC to state that Page can’t even hold a candle to him, so if there’s anyone that should be Champion, it’s him. He announces himself as part of AEW’s roster, claiming that not only will the best be featured in Japan, but he’ll the forefront of American Programming too, draped in gold, and if that means putting a Cowboy in check just like he did to a Villain, he’ll gladly do so. Page grits his teeth but keeps his cool, telling PAC to name the time and place, and he’ll be there, but PAC simply turns his back and leaves, tearing a few Page signs on his way, drawing the ire of the Elite member.


NJPW New Beginning in Osaka 2019

The atmosphere is electric heading into the high-stakes match, as PAC and ZSJ gamble their titles for the opportunity to leave with both. Whilst Zack aims to prove that he’s the best of both worlds by winning, PAC has legacy written all over his mind, believing it’s a tragedy that one of the best British wrestlers hasn’t won the Heavyweight Title yet, wanting to bring an abrupt end to Sabre’s fledgling third reign.

PAC (c; Jr) vs Zack Sabre Jr. (c; Brit Hvt) in a Winner Takes All match for the IWGP Junior Heavyweight and RevPro British Heavyweight Championships
Whilst PAC is calm and stoic, Sabre is the complete opposite, brash and arrogant in his movements, shoving PAC’s face and telling him to wrestle him, but PAC lounges in the corner, eying his foe. As the referee gets between them to prevent Sabre from advancing any closer, PAC finally pops out of his corner, getting into a collar-and-elbow tie-up, Sabre surprisingly the first on his back, though not for long as ZSJ grabs PAC’s leg and yanks him down. He works over the foot, wrenching on it, only for PAC to handspring back to his feet and shoot for the arm, the two twisting and contorting about the ring like a pair of snakes. As they reach a stalemate, Sabre gets in PAC’s face, once again disrespecting and mocking him, but PAC lets it ricochet off him, all his focus on beating Sabre, who slaps him in the face to draw his ire, PAC responding with a receipt of his own! They get into a bit of a shoving match, until they return back to a simple lock up, PAC’s strength working wonders for him, but Sabre’s leverage also giving him a solid advantage. As PAC takes ZSJ to the mat, Sabre quickly latches on an ARTICLE 50! PAC’s too close to the ropes though, reaching out for the rope break, only for Sabre to hold on till 4, wanting to exact maximum damage.
PAC cracks his neck, the two locking up once again, ZSJ’s Technical Wizardry still holding up as he puts PAC on the backfoot with a Bow & Arrow, only for PAC to keep rolling with him into a pinfall, but Sabre kicks out! He nails the Pro Wrestling Master with a Dropkick to the chest, before cinching in a Scarf Choke on Sabre, who gets to the ropes, only this time it’s PAC holding on till 4! PAC connects a trifecta of European Uppercuts, Sabre throwing some of his own too, before kicking PAC in the shin and sending him from corner to corner with Uppercuts! PAC flips over Sabre’s head on one of his cues, before connecting a Dropkick to stun Zack and head up to the top rope, scoring a Missile Dropkick to the back of his head! PAC follows up with a Spin Kick to double PAC over, before connecting a Snap Suplex! PAC turns his chest red with multiple chops, only for Sabre to find his way into a Fujiwara Armbar! Sabre hones in with a slew of condescending kicks to the downed PAC, before picking up the heat with sharper kicks, only for PAC to drop him with a savage Chop! He blasts Sabre with a Running European Uppercut, before going for a kick of sorts, only for it to be caught, turning it into an ANKLE LOCK!
PAC escapes, Sabre instead locking PAC in a Straight-Jacket whilst driving his knee into the back! PAC turns it around, looking to choke Sabre, but the limber frame of Sabre weaves its way out, blasting PAC with another European Uppercut. PAC responds with a Pump Kick and goes for a second Spin Kick, only this time Sabre has it scouted, reversing back into an ANKLE LOCK! PAC rolls through to send Sabre into the ropes, Dropkicking the back of his head, before yanking him back to the centre of the ring for a Sit-Out Powerbomb! He goes to follow up with a Deadlift German Suplex, only for Zack to fish out the legs and turn it into a HEEL HOOK! Every submission ZSJ locks in is a potential match-ender, PAC recognising the threat as rolling as quickly as he can to the bottom rope, the pain in his leg ramping up. Sabre bolts at PAC, nailing him with a Penalty Kick, before jumping into a TRIANGLE CHOKE! PAC attempts to Deadlift Sabre off the canvas, only for his leg to hold him back, forced to switch plans and swing Sabre’s head into the turnbuckle instead! Gingerly, he scales to the top rope, calling for the Black Arrow, only for ZSJ to move out of the way, PAC landing on his bad leg, allowing Sabre to come from behind with a Chop Block, only to be caught with a Hook Kick!
PAC follows up with the MUTA LOCK, Sabre now caught in the submission predicament, but able to get to the ropes! A brief striking exchange leads to Zack cinching in a Guillotine Choke, only to get slammed into the mat with a Snap German Suplex! In the twilight moments of the match, both men rattle each other with a deluge of strikes, before PAC gets the inspiration to lock in the BRUTALISER! NO ONE HAS BEEN ABLE TO ESCAPE FROM THE MOVE YET, SPELLING DISASTER FOR THE TECHNICAL WIZARD! Sabre spends an agonising minute in the hold, using all his submission knowledge to break free, but is seems it might even be impossible for Sabre! However, he just manages to push PAC back onto his shoulders! 1…2…3! SABRE HAS WON… NO WAIT, HE TAPPED OUT AT THE SAME TIME! Both men pull away to their respective corners, thinking they have the victory, demanding the referee to hand them their titles, only to be waved off to their mutual dismay, the match announced to be a draw!
PAC (c) and Zack Sabre Jr. (c) went to a draw (25:30)
PAC and Sabre argue, both men thinking they should’ve won, until the rest of SG file into the ring and form a barrier between both sides. As Sabre hurls insults across the line of stablemates, Suzuki gives him a cold look, Zack finally quieting down. Suzuki turns to PAC, before slowly extending his hand! He expected PAC to think about the offer he made earlier, and now he’s come for an answer! PAC takes a long, hard look at him, before peeking at a distraught Zack, who’s unable to believe that Suzuki would invite PAC to the group, accepting! The now 7-man faction forms a line in the ring, with PAC and Sabre on either side, the latter glaring at the former momentarily before posing with the rest of the group. Whilst PAC is the newest member of SG, he’s not welcome by everyone…


As PAC starts settling into his new role, picking up tag team victories alongside SG, he receives a challenge for the Anniversary Show from Kota Ibushi, who’s making his post-injury return! The Golden Star wants one last crack at the Junior gold before he gives it up for good and focuses on the Heavyweight Division permanently, PAC accepting, though warning his foe that he can send him right back onto the sidelines.


NJPW 47th Anniversary Show
PAC (c) vs Kota Ibushi – IWGP Junior Heavyweight Championship
Ibushi decides to take it a little easy in the early goings, knowing his neck would be a primary target for PAC’s offense. They do some classic grappling work on each other, getting a feel for each other, PAC wanting to slap on a side headlock but Ibushi’s arm drags create necessary separation. They start picking up steam as Ibushi comes off the ropes like a bullet, PAC dropping down and jumping over to evade him, before trying for a Dropkick, only for Ibushi to pause in the ropes, PAC coming down on his back and eating a Penalty Kick, followed by a Standing Moonsault! Ibushi backs PAC into the ropes with Dash Middle Kicks, each stiff strike finding its mark, tattooing PAC’s body with welts until he collapses to the outside! Ibushi goes for a Slingshot Plancha, but PAC rolls back inside to escape, Ibushi landing on his feet. PAC heads to the apron to try and take down Ibushi on the outside himself, only for Ibushi to kick his legs out from underneath him, the Black Arrow faceplanting on the apron! Ibushi goes for a German, PAC flipping onto his feet and attempting a Pump Kick, only for Ibushi to duck and send PAC into the steel post! With PAC dazed, Ibushi dumps him back inside over the top rope with a Saito Suplex!
Ibushi scalds the Champion with searing Shoot Kicks, before rushing him in the corner, only to eat a kick the jaw for his troubles! He shakes it off though, instead flooring PAC with a Dropkick, keeping the pressure up to fluster his opponent. He goes for a Springboard manoeuvre, only for PAC to catch him on his shoulders and snap his jaw over the top rope, before spiking his back against the turnbuckle with a sick Uranage! PAC wears Ibushi out like a mechanic’s rag by connecting a Single Knee Backbreaker, driving his knee right into the spine, before locking in an Abdominal Stretch! Ibushi fights out of the submission, rattling PAC with a Running Jumping Shoot Kick, before handspringing off the ropes, only for PAC to drop him with a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker this time! He follows up with a Hurricanrana and a Shooting Star Press to the back, before springing off the middle ropes, connecting a Phoenix Splash to Ibushi’s back! It seems PAC targeting the neck at the beginning was a crafty misdirection from him, allowing him to compromise Ibushi’s back instead.He rolls Ibushi over and drives a chainsaw-like forearm into his face whilst pinning him, but Ibushi kicks out! PAC tries to Irish Whip Ibushi into the ropes, wanting the burn from the fibres and rack Ibushi’s back with further pain, only for Ibushi to reverse it, sending PAC chest-first into the ropes, before snapping back into a Dragon Suplex!
He keeps up the pressure with further Dash Middle Kicks, followed by a Dropsault and a Roundhouse Kick to floor PAC! He follows up with a couple Standing Corkscrew Moonsault, adding a Knee Drop variation to the second one! He clambers to the top turnbuckle, his injured back holding him up though, allowing PAC to recover timely and battle with him at the top! He successfully prevents Kota from completing whatever he was planning to, instead crotching him on the top rope, before turning him inside-out with a Lariat! As Ibushi flops back, PAC calls for a Flaming Star Press, only to land on Ibushi’s knees, who hoists PAC up and launches him for a Lawn Dart! PAC rolls to the apron, though proving to be a fatal mistake as Ibushi gets him up, dropping him for a CRADLE TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER! With PAC barely hanging onto the apron, Ibushi scales to the middle rope, trying to German PAC back inside the ring, only for PAC to fall forwards, taking Ibushi over with him, who barely manages to avoid a rough landing! Instead, he heads to the top turnbuckle, connecting a Golden Triangle Moonsault! Back inside the ring, he sets PAC on the top, wanting an Avalanche Frankensteiner, only for PAC to hold on, Ibushi flipping through to his feet! PAC soars through the air, going for a Diving Hurricanrana, but Ibushi counters, instead getting PAC up for the GOLDEN STAR POWERBOMB!
He’s unable to cover though, his back aching from all the punishment it’s taken, until finally he flops onto PAC, but it’s too late by that time, PAC kicking out! Determined to succeed, Ibushi hoists PAC up for a 24 Sai, but PAC slips out, blasting Ibushi in the face with a Roundhouse Kick! He lights Ibushi up with further strikes, who weathers the storm, responding with some of his own! PAC spikes him with a German Suplex and a Brainbuster, before going for a 450° Splash, only for Ibushi to roll out of the way, PAC landing on his feet, but eating a V-TRIGGER as he turns around! The Golden Star attempts to follow up with a Kamigoye, PAC catching it and turning it into a LIGER BOMB! He’s unable to cinch in the Brutaliser, Ibushi squirming out of harm’s way, thus opting for a British Airways instead, but Ibushi scores a crushing Lariat! With PAC downed, Ibushi struggles to the top, his back once again slowing him down, but with the damage PAC’s taken, Ibushi’s able to take his sweet time. With PAC in the drop zone, Ibushi goes for a PHOENIX SPLASH… PAC was playing possum, connecting a second LIGER BOMB, before heading to top, connecting a BLACK ARROW! 1…2…3!
PAC (c) def. Kota Ibushi to retain the IWGP Junior Heavyweight Championship (21:18)
Another star fizzles out in the hands of PAC, as he notches his 3rd successful title defence, this time having a whole faction to celebrate with as he heads to the back, drinks going all around in recognition of PAC’s success. Suzuki seems pleased with PAC, whilst a calculated Sabre takes it all in from a corner, feeling at an unease with the Black Arrow’s involvement in their faction, though doesn’t make much of it.


As each victory of PAC’s passes by, the question that starts making rounds is: Who can stop PAC? Nearing 20 months of being undefeated in singles competition, competitors start stepping up to the plate to try and bring an end to PAC’s dominance, one of those names proving themselves to be the most worthy contender out of them all in the form of Dragon Lee. One of Hiromu Takahashi’s biggest rivals, Lee wants to be the man who’s holding the title when the Time Bomb returns from injury, thus throwing his name into the hat, the match made official for the G1 Supercard!


NJPW/ROH G1 Supercard 2019
PAC (c) vs Dragon Lee – IWGP Junior Heavyweight Championship
Right from the rip, Lee goes balls to the wall, channelling the white-hot New York crowd in his movements, stunning PAC with a Shotgun Dropkick that launches him into the corner! He scores a dozen stomps on his downed foe, before heading to the opposite corner, only for PAC to sprint at Lee, wanting revenge, backing him up with a Lariat! PAC rebounds off the ropes, running straight into a picture-perfect Dropkick, Lee tagging him with lefts and rights whilst he’s down, causing PAC to respond with a few jabs and a Snap German Suplex! He walks away from Lee, only to find himself crashing down on his neck as Lee connects a German of his own! Lee sends PAC over the top rope and scores a Hanging Soccer Kick, before going for a Running Frankensteiner to the outside, only for PAC to flip to his feet, wagging his finger. He drops an incoming Lee with a Powerbomb on the floor, before going for a Spaceman Plancha to the outside, only for Lee to evade, running back inside and wiping PAC out with a Tope Con Hilo! He connects a Double Underhook Backbreaker in the ring, before re-arranging his face with a fierce Knee Smash!
Springing off the ropes, he calls for an Arabian Press, but PAC gets the knees up, following through into a Handspring Tornado DDT! He sends Lee into the ropes, connecting a Tiger Suplex, before bridging into a cover, only for Lee to reverse into a cover of his own, the two trading pinfall attempts as they roll about the ring, until Lee is able to pop the hips and drop PAC with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex! PAC tanks through it, instead sending Lee half-way across the ring with a huge Half-and-Half Suplex! He swings for a Lariat, but Lee ducks under, scoring a Dragon Suplex! PAC teases another Suplex variant, only to ripcord Lee into a Head Kick, before nailing him with a Pop-Up Sit-Out Powerbomb! Lee kicks out and tosses PAC into the turnbuckles with an Exploder Suplex! He sets PAC up in a Tree of Woe, nailing him with a Hesitation Dropkick to the head, before heading to the top, landing a Diving Double Foot Stomp to drive PAC into the canvas! Walking on the ropes, Lee connects a Diving Meteora, before going for the cover, PAC kicking out!
He sets up for a Dragon Driver, only for PAC to break free and nail him with a Superkick! Lee responds with a Bicycle Knee Strike and a Poisoned Frankensteiner, before popping PAC up, only to receive a Code Red! PAC goes for the Brutaliser, but Lee wards him off with a trifecta of Bicycle Knee Strikes, before connecting a DESNUCADORA! 1…2…KICK OUT! With no time to waste in this action-packed match, Lee immediately picks PAC right back up, connecting a Pumphandle Neckbreaker, before charging full steam ahead at him, going for a Lariat, but PAC handsprings out of the way, taking Lee’s head off with a Leg Lariat! PAC takes a few moments to recover his breath, before going for a Dragonrana, only for Lee to spike him with a Powerbomb! Lee thinks of going for a Dragon Driver, only for a better idea to flash in his mind, looking to pay homage to Hiromu with a TIME BOMB… PAC reverses into a Shiranui, getting Lee in position for a TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER! With Lee dead to rights, PAC grabs him and connects a… ZACK DRIVER?! 1…2…3!
PAC (c) def. Dragon Lee to retain the IWGP Junior Heavyweight Championship (16:21)
A common theme in PAC’s matches, the self-proclaimed ‘New Junior Ace’ retains the title, but not without taking what could be perceived as a bit of jab to his stablemate, using Sabre’s move to retain his own title. As he heads to the back, the two men lock eyes intensely, only for Taka Michinoku to get between them, preventing an altercation from taking place, especially with Zack set to defend his title later in the night. PAC shrugs his shoulders and walks off, whilst Sabre mutters under his breath that PAC is not one to be trusted…


With AEW’s first PPV Double Or Nothing set to take place in less than a couple months, the card starts taking shape. On Being The Elite, Hangman Page is shown fretting about not having a match for the show, the rest of the Elite trying to calm him down and figure out an opponent, until it clicks in his mind – PAC! Remembering their confrontations at ALL IN and the Rally, and the disrespect PAC has shown him, he sets out a challenge to PAC to come face him at DoN. PAC releases a response video on Twitter, sitting at a counter in a bar. He orders a beer, chugging some of it, only to toss the glass on the floor, letting the contents and shards scatter all over the place. With a sneer on his face, he addresses the camera, saying that whilst Page has been lounging on his coach getting drunk this whole time, PAC has been dominating over in NJPW, and now he’s coming grovelling to the Black Arrow for a match? He already has BOSJ to deal with during that time but… beating Page in what’s supposed to be the rise of the inebriated Cowboy in front of 11,000 people? He can make an exception for that. Just like the glass on the floor, he’s going to break Page and end his push with the snap of his fingers.

On the road to BOSJ, the tensions between PAC and Zack continue to simmer, as Sabre calls him out for being ‘selfish’, supposedly abandoning the needs of Suzuki-Gun by going on holiday to USA when he’s needed here to bring the BOSJ Trophy home to the group. PAC gets in his face, telling him to look at his Win-Loss record and compare it to ZSJ’s, claiming that a little ‘vacation’ is well-deserved, stating that he’ll spread the name of Suzuki-Gun all over the world. Sabre tells him to not get too cocky, because he isn’t as invincible as he thinks. After all, he tapped out to ZSJ, to which PAC interjects that he pinned Zack, the Pro Wrestling Master brushing him off and continuing that 9 matches + 1 overseas is the recipe for PAC eating his first loss. PAC tells him to focus on keeping his own title because unless he’s careful, he might end up talking himself into a rematch he knows he can’t win. Zack chuckles, before turning his back on PAC and calling over his shoulder as he walks off that he did his part and warned PAC.


Best of the Super Juniors XXVI (First Half)

PAC enters Block A as the defending champion, under the pressure of winning all his matches so that he doesn’t rack up future title defences. Despite ZSJ’s words, PAC heads into BOSJ headstrong, having a rematch with Dragon Lee in his first match, in which he comes out on top again. In his second match, he has a technical sprint with Jonathan Gresham, putting him down quickly using the Brutaliser, moving to 4 points. Third up is Taiji Ishimori, who proves to be a bit more of a difficult opponent, but PAC still pulls through victorious, none of his opponents pushing him to the limit yet. Until… enter SHO. One of the Junior Division’s most underrated competitors, SHO puts on an absolute barnburner against PAC, coming close to beating him time and time again in a match that goes shy of 30 minutes, but eventually he falls short in a starmaking performance, PAC just coming out the other end with 2 more points. His 5th match happens to be his last match before he heads off for DoN, making it one that Page decides to tune into, tweeting that he has his eyes on the match. PAC’s opponent for the night is Tiger Mask, who starts the match relatively well, until it all goes wrong, PAC mauling him like none before, sending a message to Page with a sub 5-minute win off the Brutaliser! After the match, he decks Tiger Mask with a Buckshot Lariat, before grabbing a mic and telling Hangman that he’s coming for his head!


AEW Double or Nothing 2019

Opening the show is the match that’s been building since PAC’s return to wrestling in September at ALL IN, the two taking shots at each other over Twitter and spitting barbs to hype up the contest, now finally set to blow off with an in-ring confrontation. With this being the first main show match in AEW History, everyone’s eyes are on this, victory is essential for either man should they want to become the company’s ace. As they get ready to kick things off, PAC holds up a finger to Page, referencing how he defeated ex-Elite member Marty Scurll, set to make Page his second victim. Page is riled up by the taunt, chomping at the bit to start the match, and so, the opening bell rings, and we are underway!

PAC vs Hangman Page
Page is aggressive from the opening bell, charging at PAC with a Lariat, but PAC rolls under and strolls to the other corner, dusting his hands off as a seething Page comes up empty. Page rushes him once again, only this time PAC handsprings out of the way, before connecting a Hurricanrana that sends Page to the outside. PAC teases taking to the air, Page bracing himself for it, only for PAC to sit down in the centre of the ring, getting under Page’s skin even more, the Iron Horse rushing back in to come face-to-face with a now standing PAC. PAC invites him to take a swing, which he does, only for PAC to step back, but it seems he’s poked the bear one too many times, Page not letting him take any more liberties, flooring him with a sick Lariat! He takes PAC outside the ring and whips him into each and every barricade in sight, before posing on the ring steps as the crowd shower him with adulation, Page feeling a little more relaxed now that he’s gotten the early rage out of the way. He doesn’t let up with his pace though, returning PAC back inside and going for 10 punches to the head in the corner, only for PAC to evade the last one, Superkicking Page’s leg out from underneath him and tossing him to the mat with a Powerbomb!
He heads to the top rope and nails a precise Missile Dropkick to Page, but the Hangman flips through with the impact back up to his feet, roaring for a fight! He lunges at PAC with his arm outstretched, going for a Lariat, but as PAC goes to roll under, Page stops him this time, dropping him with a Big Boot! He follows up with a Running Shoot Star Press and a Bridging Slam, but PAC kicks out! Page goes for a Fallaway Slam, only for PAC to powder to the outside, shaking his head, but as his back is turned, Page takes flight with a Suicide Dive! With PAC knocked down, Page scales to the top, connecting a Moonsault and landing on his feet afterwards! Page is in the zone as he goes to send PAC back inside, only for PAC to plant his foot on the apron and stop him, blasting Page with a back elbow, before ramming him back-first into the announcer’s table! He goes for it again, this time throwing his full body weight at Page, but gets caught, Page sending him over the table and into the barricade with a Fallaway Slam! As Page nurses his back, PAC emerges from the rubble, leaping off the barricade to spike Page on the floor with a Tornado DDT! He follows up with a Spaceman Plancha, before sending Page back inside.
Scaling to the middle rope, PAC risks a Phoenix Splash, his worst fears coming true as he lands hard on the mat, Page having rolled out of the way! Page lands a Dropsault on PAC, before planting him into the mat with a Spinebuster! He has to work harder for the pinfall though, going for a German Suplex! PAC lands on his feet and nails Page with a Step-Up Enzuigiri to the back of the head, before popping his own hips for a Low Bridging German Suplex! Page kicks out, leaning on the ropes to catch his breath, prompting an incoming kick from PAC! Page swats it away though, instead catching PAC with a Turn The Page! He rolls through back to his feet, landing a Float Over Powerbomb, shooting the half but no dice! He follows up with an Arm Trap Neckbreaker, before heading to the top, getting ambitious as he tries for a Moonsault, PAC beating him to the punch and spiking him on the mat with a Poisoned Frankensteiner! PAC follows up with a British Airways, before scaling to the top to show Page how it’s truly done, soaring through the skies in a Moonsault attempt, only to be caught by Page, who connects a Fallaway Moonsault Slam! He hoists PAC back up, going for the Dead Eye, but PAC resists him, struggling in his grasp.
Thinking on the fly, Page hauls his full body weight over, as if going for an Alabama Slam, before connecting a CRACKER BARREL! PAC weakly spams on the mat upon impact, Page firing himself up to finish him off as he heads to the apron, stomping his feet and tugging at the ropes as the crowd cheer him on, going for the BUCKSHOT LARIAT… SUPERKICK FROM PAC! PAC follows up with a Snap German Suplex, before drilling Page with a Brainbuster! With Page subdued, he goes for his own finisher, looking to connect the BLACK ARROW… PAGE GETS THE KNEES UP! Page nails PAC with a Discus Forearm Smash, before landing a Bridging Deadlift Pumphandle Half Nelson Suplex! PAC just gets the shoulder up, to which Page responds by yanking PAC back to his feet, nailing a Superkick, followed by a DEAD EYE! He heads to the ropes, fired up as PAC slowly clambers to his feet, turning him inside out with a BUCKSHOT LARIAT! He goes to cover him, only to pause and remember everything PAC’s said about him, wanting to give him the punishment that he deserves, heading back out to the apron, getting ready to land another! He slingshots… into a Spanish Fly from PAC! PAC quickly floats into the BRUTALISER in the centre of the ring, Page’s irrational thinking getting him trapped in PAC’s deadly submission! The crowd will him on to keep going, keep fighting like the AEW World Champion he wants to be… BUT HE TAPS OUT!
PAC def. Hangman Page (18:35)
And just like that, PAC comes out on top in his AEW debut! He’s pelted with boos from the fans, wanting to see the Elite member break out, only for him to become the second to fall at PAC’s mercy. As a dejected Page lays silent in the corner, watching PAC, the Brit walks off to the back, successful.


Best of the Super Juniors XXVI (Second Half)

In his return back to NJPW a couple days later, PAC picks up where he left off, entering his sixth BOSJ match. At this point, he’s at the top of Block A at 10 points, but he’s not alone, Shingo Takagi also boasting an undefeated record. PAC pays no attention to Takagi though, instead focusing on opponent #6, Titan. The CMLL competitors puts up a solid fight, capitalising on PAC’s fatigue from competing an extra match, yet PAC is still able to turn things around and put him down, 6-0. After the match, he has a silent confrontation with ZSJ, both men pushing past each other as they head down opposite ways in the corridor, Zack flashing a brief smirk, reminding PAC of his ominous message.

Match 7 is set to feature some faction in-fighting as PAC takes on ZSJ’s part-time manager, Taka Michinoku! Despite him being his stablemate, PAC approaches the match with the same attitude as all others, seeing Taka as only an opponent. As he gets ready to head out and fight him though, he hears wails of agony coming from around the corridor. He decides to take a brief detour and check out what’s going on, finding Michinoku laid out on the floor, the rest of Suzuki-Gun huddled around his body to check on his status! Everyone but… PAC. Their attention turns to him as he walks into the room, questioning what happened, to which Zack bursts to his feet and yells at him that he knew he couldn’t be trusted, accusing PAC of attacking his manager. PAC holds his hands up, denying the claims, whilst an irate Sabre gets in his face. As PAC gets ready for a potential fight, ZSJ is held back by Yoshinobu Kanemaru, the more seasoned star telling Zack to calm down, which he gradually does. As the scowl on his face turns to a more concerned expression for Taka, PAC briefly notices a thin smile on ZSJ’s face, but it disappears in the blink of an eye, negligible to those around him, though noticed by PAC. He can’t do much about it though, instead helping the rest of the group out with Taka, who act inviting to Sabre’s chagrin. As the scene is cleared up, Michinoku is pulled from the tournament due to a leg injury, handing PAC 2 points via forfeit, just 2 matches left.

In his penultimate match, he’s set to face another Suzuki-Gun member in Yoshinobu Kanemaru. He decided to play it safe for his own good, not acting as aggressive as he normally would in case of Sabre accusing him of any more anti-SG antics. Nonetheless, it doesn’t affect his match much, as PAC is still able to secure the decisive victory. Heading into the final match, PAC is at 16 points, but so is Takagi, following him each step of the way, making their match all the more important as the winner moves onto the Finals. PAC has been undefeated for 20 months at this point, whilst Takagi himself has had an incredibly impressive BOSJ run, also undefeated. A lot of history rides behind this match, these two men former stablemates in Dragon Gate, now fighting on opposite sides, representing different stables. The two dominant performers put on a banger in the Block A Finals, with PAC for once not seeming as invincible as he usually is, Takagi catching him off guard with his sheer power. PAC manages to hold though, the two fighting down to the wire… until Sabre appears at ringside!

PAC turns to look at him, questioning him why he’s decided to suddenly appear, Sabre keeping mum and hopping onto the apron, looking PAC straight in the eyes. As PAC grumbles and goes to question him again, Zack tells him to watch out, PAC turning around and finding himself on the opposite end of a PUMPING BOMBER! Shingo follows up with a LAST FALCONRY, before shooting the half! 1…2…3! PAC LOST! HIS UNDEFEATED STREAK IS OVER! TAKAGI IS HEADED TO THE FINALS! For a few moments, PAC struggles to understand what just happened, before finally coming to as he lays on the mat, watching Zack head to the back from the corner of his eyes, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth in anger. Sabre just cost him not only the BOSJ, but his prized streak too! He storms to the back, yelling as soon as he bursts past the curtain for Zack. Interviewers try to get in his face with questions, but he shoves them into walls and tosses their equipment around in sheer rage. He notices someone with an SG shirt turning around the corridor, proceeding to sprint and catch up to them, spinning them around with a balled-up first ready to strike… only to realise it’s Minoru Suzuki! Flustered, he removes his grip as Suzuki gives him a death stare, before apologising and slowly slinking out of sight, letting Suzuki continue on his way. As he leaves, an indignant PAC kicks the wall, before stomping off, his title dragging on the floor behind him.

Whilst PAC’s G1 campaign is over, Takagi still has the Finals to go, where he meets none other than Will Ospreay! The two have their classic from real life, where Ospreay eventually puts Shingo away to win his second BOSJ, finally earning his way back to an IWGP Junior Heavyweight Championship title shot for Dominion. As he celebrates in the ring, a stone-faced PAC walks out from the back, holding his title up high in Ospreay’s face, who lifts up his trophy in response, the two staring daggers at each other. PAC’s first match back saw him put down Ospreay after a shockingly somewhat one-sided bout, and ever since, Ospreay has been grinding to get revenge. Now, he receives that opportunity in just 4 days – a rematch 8 months in the making!


NJPW Dominion 6.9 2019

Heading into the bout, both men offer some words, Ospreay dedicating the upcoming match to the man PAC attacked to lead him to where he is now – Amazing Red. He plans to win not only for his sake, but his own sake too, this match meaning redemption to him. He choked against PAC last time, but he promises this one will be different. PAC shuts him down, calling Ospreay typical, stating that he says the same thing as everyone else, but in his books, once a loser, always a loser. He would’ve defeated Ospreay in the BOSJ Finals had it not been screwed out of the match, so in his books, he’s still undefeated and will continue to be undefeated walking out of Dominion.

PAC (c) vs Will Ospreay – IWGP Junior Heavyweight Championship
As the match begins, PAC goes for the same nonchalant style he did last time to get into Ospreay’s head, only to find that the Aerial Assassin has matured as a performer, more focused, as well as prepared for PAC this time unlike the impromptu match last time. PAC attempts to use the power disparity in his favour, but a newfound sense of realisation slaps him in the face again, as Ospreay has also put on weight since, edging closer to becoming a Heavyweight, whilst PAC has maintained his physique. Nonetheless, PAC keeps control in the early goings as he uses his technical offense to keep Ospreay grounded, knowing just how dangerous the Aerial Assassin can be once he takes flight. The two go counter for counter for counter, doing everything from a simple dodge to handspring and flip escapes, nonstop action that leaves them both short on breath. PAC lunges at Ospreay for a Springboard Crossbody, but the Sky King has it scouted, letting PAC crash face-first into the mat, before wrenching on a Jim Breaks Armbar! PAC scurries to the ropes but not before shooting Ospreay a look of disbelief, Ospreay returning a cheeky wink, having picked up a few new moves along the way. PAC shuts it out though, becoming the flippier of the two whilst Ospreay works a more grounded game. A pair of vicious Roundhouse Kicks send Ospreay to the outside, PAC following up with a Moonsault Plancha, only to come up empty as Ospreay blasts him with a picture-perfect Silent Whisper! Ospreay rattles PAC with a few Knife-Edge Chops, before teasing an OsCutter on the outside, only to stop as PAC braces himself for the aerial assault, instead jumping down from the guardrail and grabbing PAC’s arm, decking him with a RAINMAKER! Ospreay drags PAC back inside, working over him with strike-based offense, as he blasts him with a Marufuji-esque Hook Kick, followed by a Running Knee Smash and a Robinson Special, proving he still has the aerial gifts within him.
Ospreay goes for a Vertical Suplex, only for PAC to counter into a Stundog Millionare, stealing one of Ospreay’s moves from him! He keeps up the pressure, scoring a Spin Kick to Ospreay’s gut, followed by an Axe Kick and a Dropsault! He follows up with a Snap German Suplex, before scaling to the top rope, knocking Ospreay down with a Missile Dropkick! Ospreay gets back to his feet, only for PAC to soar again, dropping him with another Missile Dropkick! Yet still, Ospreay gets to his feet a third time, anticipating PAC to complete the trifecta, only to receive a Dragonrana! He kicks out, but PAC is right back on him with a British Airways and a Pop-Up Cutter! He teases a Liger Bomb over the top rope, only for Ospreay to hang on, cinching in an Iron Octopus, another submission on PAC! PAC drags himself towards the ropes, only for Ospreay to pull back, getting a Crucifix pin on the Black Arrow, who kicks out! As PAC starts to get frustrated by Ospreay, he goes to put him away the same way he did last time, calling for the Brutaliser, but Ospreay has an answer for it, blocking it and doing what he failed to do twice last time, connecting an OSCUTTER! 1…2…NOOOOO! The two sides keep going, PAC managing to land a BLACK ARROW, only for Ospreay to kick out! A Hidden Blade almost does PAC in, but he manages to get his foot on the ropes! Eventually, PAC locks in the BRUTALISER, looking like he’ll beat Ospreay with it twice, only for Ospreay to power up on the referee’s third arm drop, connecting a flurry of his signature moves, before landing an OSCUTTER, followed by a STORMBREAKER! 1…2…3!
Will Ospreay def. PAC (c) to win the IWGP Junior Heavyweight Championship (30:36)
OSPREAY’S DONE IT! PAC’S 8-MONTH REIGN HAS FINALLY COME TO AN END! As the cameras focus on Ospreay’s grand moment, a distraught PAC lays on the canvas, finally pinned decisively after 20 months. He’s the Ace no more, now just a man without a title…
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2020.07.24 04:44 TeeStache Couples caught in hidden camera

Link to Part 1
https://www.reddit.com/nosleep/comments/gvkwxt/the_hunted/
Entry Five
Two weeks before I met up with George, I received an SOS from one of my colleagues an hour after I finally tracked down the Ancient One. My personal vendetta felt more important. I abandoned them, yet their transponder never deactivated.
After driving for nine hours to get to the forests of South America, I finally came to a stop. The thickness of the forestry was too much to drive through. All I could do was walk through and follow the beacon to the last known location of my colleague.
I had made my way through the forest for almost an hour before a freezing breeze brought me to my knees. Before I Could react, a cold knife was being held against my throat. A familiar voice ordered me to drop my weapon.
“If I did that, I wouldn’t be able to defend myself out here.”
The knife was slowly moved away from my throat. I turned around, a pair of amber eyes meeting mine.
“You sure took your sweet time getting here.” Her voice was full of irritation, with a hint of worry.
“I’m sorry, I finally had a lead. I couldn’t just let it go.” My colleague, Arachne stared at me with both disbelief and understanding. Sighing before speaking again, she led me further into the forest.
“This way. If we hurry, we may be able to make it in time.”
I followed her down an unseen path she must have traversed several times. It was a half hour before we could see a concrete structure hidden by the trees surrounding it. It looked like a small garage, yet the door was too advanced. An illuminated keypad rested on the wall to the right of the stainless steel doors.
We approached the building, making sure no one was around. I watched as Arachne pulled a severed hand from her bag. Strangely, the hand began to glow blue. The scent of something burning reached my nostrils.
I watched as Arachne used the dismembered glowing hand to punch in a five digit code. Before I could ask her as to why, she simply said, “It would only accept certain fingerprints. I needed them more.” I slightly smirked at that.
Within seconds the steel doors opened smoothly revealing an elevator inside. Inside, I noticed there were three buttons. Reading the labels, there was one for the forest outside. One for the cell blocks and one for experimentations. Arachne clicked the third option. The doors closed quickly and we descended down very quickly.
The doors opened a minute later. A flawless titanium hall stood before us. We made our way as quietly as possible to the end of the hallway. A similar looking scan pad rested on the side of a massive metal slab as if it were a blast door. Arachne took the hand and scanned it. An error message appeared followed by a display saying ‘Level 10 Access Required’.
She began to twitch and lose her cool. Before she could strike the keypad, I grabbed her arm, stopping her before she made things worse. She turned towards me, pain filled tears falling down her face. Losing her fight, she fell and began to weep into my chest. I held her there for a while, letting her release her emotions.
After some time she finally sat up, wiping her face from her own tears. Before she could speak, the chime of the arriving elevator sounded. Before it arrived, we quickly sprinted towards the doors. They opened seconds after we stood to the side of the open doorway with our backs to the wall.
An elderly man in a lab coat stepped out and began walking to the blast door. He didn’t notice us as we crept behind him. Arachne swung the butt of her knife. She collided her weapon with the back of his neck, while I caught the man before he could fall to the ground. We searched him for an I.D. finding none.
We dragged him to the keypad next to the blast door. Arachne took his hand and scanned it. The keypad read a new message, “Level 20 clearance accepted”.
The blast door began to open smoothly. A blue glow escaped the opening which began to become wider by the second. Arachne rushed forward once the door opened halfway. Dropping the scientist, I chased after her. A few meters ahead, a glowing blue tube of liquid stood. A figure floated within the glass structure attached to wires and chords. Arachne was at the terminal to the side of it typing a series of commands. As I got closer, I recognized the face of the floating individual. The strands of long white hair told me who he was.
A few moments had passed before the glass in front of me slid open. I jumped back before the electrically charged water could touch me. The figure slid out of the tube, coughing his water filled lungs out. Arachne approached him quickly, helping him to stand. I grabbed at the wiring and tore it off of him. As soon as the chords stopped touching him, all of the lights cut out. A second later, red emergency lights illuminated the area followed by a loud buzzer.
I reached to help Arachne lift the man off the ground. Out of instinct I reached for his left arm. I stopped when I realized Arachne was holding him by his only arm. His right leg was gone as well, his left leg remained. He had a scar from his right eye, running down his face to his chin.
Out of fear of time being lost, I stood in front of him. Before Arachne could protest, I threw him over my shoulders. “I’ll keep up. Just open the doors.” The commotion woke up the scientist, now facing us with absolute fear. Before I could say anything, a bolt of electricity shot towards him. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the man I was carrying had raised his arm to the scientist.
Arachne ran to the charred body and cut off his hand, miraculously unharmed. I was a few steps behind her as she opened the elevator doors using the keypad. Once inside, she pressed the surface button. The doors closed, but we didn’t move.
“Let me try,” the figure I held said. I walked to the buttons wondering what may happen. A second later, the sound of many volts of electricity replaced the buzzing. We shot upwards, the force almost knocking me to my knees. Seconds later, the stainless doors opened.
A strong gust of the forest wind scraped against my face. We all exited, afterwards Arachne threw a grenade inside the empty box. We left the area before it exploded. I carried him for a while before I spotted Arachne’s truck. I opened the passenger door and set the man carefully inside. Turning to the driver seat, Arachne was already in gear to leave.
“I’ll see you back at the base,” she said with a slight smile. I watched as she drove away, to be sure she wasn’t followed. After a couple hours, I finally found my own truck. Before I could open the door, I heard a loud snap. An instant later, my legs were bound and I was flung upwards. My face collided with my truck, causing me to slowly lose consciousness.
Entry Six
I awoke around what felt like hours later. My vision was blurry, it took me a second to recognize my surroundings. I felt my wrists and ankles bound. I was inside a bamboo cage, wound tightly shut with chains. I was still inside the forest. My head throbbed with pain. I was startled to hear a voice I hadn’t heard in years.
“It looks like God has blessed us this day. Wouldn’t you Agree Scotty?” An elderly man in an aged suit addressed me.
“Long time, no see Preach. How long has it been, six years now?”
“Seven years, four months and eight days to be exact.”
“I’m not going to ask how you’ve kept track of time. You mind telling me why I’m here?” I pulled against the ropes binding me. Preach smiled at me with a glint of amusement in his eyes.
“You are going to pay me back finally.”
Rolling my eyes, I responded. “Look, if it’s about money, I can go and collect it and airdrop it to you.” He started to laugh.
“You do remember money doesn’t do me any good. No, you must pay with blood. Unless you survive that is.”
“Survive what?” His smile never left his face.
“You see my boys haven’t eaten in two days. And they’re itching for some grub. We’ve cleared out these trees for all their offered bounties.”
“That’s it? Food?”
“Yes, food. You are going to pay me back by being their next meal.”
My eyes grew wide with disgust at the suggestion.
“Now I’m willing to give you a fair chance. You have one hour for a head start. Leave these woods, and your debt is paid in full. Get captured, well. I’ll let you figure it out.”
“And if I refuse?”
“I’ll open the cage right now and let my boys tear you apart and devour you raw.”
I shuddered at the thought of being torn apart. Screaming while in agony wishing for it all to stop. “Fine. Have it your way. What do I have to do?” His grin never left his face.
“I will give you one hour to escape however you see fit. Find your truck, kill me or my boys, get lost in these trees. Your choice.” I watched as Preach dangled a knife in front of the cage. He held it above and dropped it through one of the openings at the top of the cage. The blade landed into the rope binding my hands, severing it quickly. “Your hour begins now.”
He turned around and walked away. A few moments later, the sound of a motorcycle started and began to get further and further away. I worked quickly to free my legs. Within the cage, I couldn’t stand fully. I analyzed the chains, they were discolored and covered in rust. Yet they were still iron, I couldn’t hope to break them.
I spent fifteen minutes trying to ram through the cage. As you can guess, it was absolutely useless. They do not joke around with that stuff. I still have a knife, yet it wasn’t my knife. Being too flimsy, the blade broke after I dragged a few strokes against the cage. Feeling defeated, I collapsed and leaned back. To my surprise, the cage began to move backwards. Before I could tell what was going on, I was rolling backwards for quite the distance.
My vision began to blur as my blood rushed away from my head. My trip that felt like ten minutes ended abruptly. I heard the sound of someone being hit suddenly, and the feeling of splinters of wood erupting around me. The world around spun a couple more times, then my body collided with the earth. My head still spinning, I lay for a few more minutes.
Feeling solid enough to walk, I stood up slowly. I looked behind me to see a very large bulbous man unconscious on the ground surrounded by shards of bamboo and chain links. A few yards away from him, another man of the same description was leaning against a trailer. Blood dripped from his forehead, a broken knife was sticking out of his temple. Stumbling over to the dead man, I searched him for anything I could use.
From his corpse I withdrew a colt revolver with six bullets, and a very familiar looking locket. Two cursive H’s were engraved on the outside. Rage began to boil up inside of me. The sounds of stirring began to come from the once unconscious man. He sat up and looked at me, his eyes registering the corpse of the man who must have been his brother. A blind anger began to erupt from him as he charged at me. Out of instinct, I aimed the gun and fired into his head twice.
The momentum from his dash caused him to tumble and drag forward until he stopped right in front of me. The distant sound of a motorcycle engine stopped me from checking the second corpse. I hid behind the first of the two men for cover as I waited for Preach to arrive. He was carrying an irritated rant as he approached the camp.
“Damn it, I told you not to waste any ammo. What were you bozos shooting at now, a rat? You fired twice? How many times do I have to-.”
He stopped after seeing the two bodies. I quickly stood up from my hiding spot, my gun trained on him. I approached him slowly, never taking my eyes off of him. “Consider my debt paid in full.”
I shot him in between his eyes, watching as his body collapsed along with the others. After searching the camp for a few minutes, the only other things I found useful were my truck keys, my hunting knife and that strange communication device. It took a couple hours of walking around to finally find my truck. I had barely enough energy to drive back to base, yet somehow I managed.
Entry Seven
When I arrived Arachne and her father were transported to our medical center. It would be some time before I would be working with her again. I went to the documentation station to report my findings. After a lengthy process of paperwork and signatures, I finally left to get some sleep. On the way, someone had grabbed my shoulder and threw me into the wall. My lack of sleep dulled my sense of urgency.
Standing in front me was the guy who threw me into the wall looking down at me. He stood a good foot higher than I did, and had the pompous attitude to go with his stature. “You do realize it’s a violation of the rules to take a job you haven’t been assigned. Let alone kill someone else’s target.”
I glared at him, ready to slam my knife into him. However at this point, he would easily overpower my strength. I sighed and finally spoke back. “Considering the unique situation I was placed in, I had no option but to take their life.”
He was about to attack me, when we were both surprised by the announcement of me being summoned to the central office. I groaned in disagreement as I began heading away from blissful unconsciousness. Reaching the office, I was handed a report I found intriguing.
A couple hikers had been around an inactive volcano within the last couple weeks. They had brought their camera for scenery shots, but filmed something else instead. Our guys found them after they posted their findings online. We quickly deleted it and kept them quiet. We also took their camera for evidence. Here’s what we found on it.
The video quality was a bit grainy, but that was due to the zoom being all the way in.. Two figures stood inside of the volcano.The ground was dark gray, covered in dried ash. One of the figures was very tall and heavily muscled. His skin was darker than the pitch of night. The second figure stood a foot and a half below the larger of the two. Their skin matched the ashiness of the ground they stood on. Yet it looked as if cracks of red and orange ran along the entirety of their body. The audio was quiet due to the distance, yet roughly clear. They were discussing something that seemed important.
“Why are you here you beast?”
“You know exactly why.”
“We’ve already tried this centuries ago. Look at me. Look at what you did to me.”
The bright cracks seams along the second individual began to expand in length and opened slightly wider. He was growing agitated.
“Leave me already. I can’t help you.”
“I will not.”
The camera began to shake violently. Cracks beneath the two figures began to spread across the dormant ground.
“I warned you.”
The last thing the camera recorded was the volcano beginning to erupt as the figures advanced towards each other. A pillar of escaping magma erupted, growing in width as seconds passed.
I looked to my superior in confusion. He shrugged his shoulders and told me to figure it out. Having barely enough energy to walk, I finally made my way to my quarters to rest. My mind rattled with questions as to what I saw. I didn’t have the mental capacity to properly formulate them. They filled my head with disturbing dreams as I finally slept.
Entry Eight
It took a couple days to update my superiors on my progress. I left my theories and personal reasonings out of my report. Only the facts and events that happened. When I described my meeting with the Punisher, they didn’t so much as show any surprise. It seemed he was working with us and several other organizations to catch and kill his own kind. I remained silent about the transponder I was given.
By the time I was finished and ready for my next mission, Arachne had returned from the medical center with a pleasant yet solemn look on her face. I approached her, giving her a genuine smile. She didn’t react, so I tried my smoulder. The corners of her lips tightened and rose just slightly. She rolled her eyes at me, yet I knew it had worked.
“How is he?”
“By official records, he is dead.” Her voice lowered into a whisper barely audible. “He was healed to what we could offer. They would have given him prosthetics, but he escaped.”
She sounded relieved after saying that. I couldn’t imagine what else she was feeling. Forced to hunt down her own father, while wanting him to stay alive and well.
“I don’t think he blames you.”
“You don’t think at all. You still left me.” She turned around and began to walk away. I grabbed her wrist, stopping her.
“Let me make it up to you. Dinner?”
The corners of her mouth tilted upwards again, she knew I noticed it.
It was a week until we were given our next assignment. The path we’ve followed to this point seemed random, unpredictable. No pattern could be seen. Our best bet would be to split up and head to major hotspots of subjects. The plan was to get ahead of The Ancient one, and to try to predict his moves.
Arachne was sent to Chicago, I was assigned to New York. We were to keep our superiors updated as to any changes that seemed suspicious. It would be the first time I’d go there. It never occurred to me big cities would serve as better cover than small towns.
I left a couple hours later, packed with the gear I felt needed. It took a few hours to reach the city. The plane touched down by the time the sun began to set. It was another two hours to get through traffic and to find my hotel room. I felt restless, my mind kept wandering. I left the hotel for a late night walk to clear my head.
It was a half hour before my body began to ache. It hadn’t hurt like that for a while. The longer I walked, the more my pain increased. I started heading back to the hotel, when my brain became overwhelmed. I collapsed to my knees, holding my head in between my hands. I could barely hear as someone walked calmly towards me.
I craned my head towards them. They were covered in a raincoat, with a top hat. The man smiled down at me. He knelt down on one knee, reaching a hand towards me. Black and oily tendrils slithered from his coat sleeve, wrapping themselves around each of his fingers. Unable to fight back, I remained still.
His hand reached my head. I could feel something like liquid wriggled into my ear, burrowing deeper and deeper. A few seconds later, the pain has stopped. I turned to the man, now holding a normal hand towards me. “Allow me to assist you. It seems we have much to discuss, hunter.”
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2020.07.21 21:43 Anonymous2020B Our entire government body has been infiltrated by sickos

Republicans: Republican Speaker of the House Dennis Hastert was indicted on federal charges of structuring bank withdrawals after prosecutors alleged Hastert had molested at least four boys as young as 14 and attempted to compensate his victims and subsequently conceal the transactions. Hastert eventually admitted that he sexually abused the boys whom he had coached decades earlier, and was sentenced to fifteen months in prison.
Republican Tim Nolan, chairman of Donald Trump’s presidential campaign in Kentucky, pled guilty to child sex trafficking and on February 11, 2018 he was sentenced to serve 20 years in prison.
Republican state Senator Ralph Shortey was indicted on four counts of human trafficking and child pornography. In November 2017, he pleaded guilty to one count of child sex trafficking in exchange for the dropping of the other charges.
Republican anti-abortion activist Howard Scott Heldreth is a convicted child rapist in Florida.
Republican County Commissioner David Swartz pleaded guilty to molesting two girls under the age of 11 and was sentenced to 8 years in prison.
Republican judge Mark Pazuhanich pleaded no contest to fondling a 10-year old girl and was sentenced to 10 years probation.
Republican anti-abortion activist Nicholas Morency pleaded guilty to possessing child pornography on his computer and offering a bounty to anybody who murders an abortion doctor.
Republican legislator Edison Misla Aldarondo was sentenced to 10 years in prison for raping his daughter between the ages of 9 and 17.
Republican Mayor Philip Giordano is serving a 37-year sentence in federal prison for sexually abusing 8- and 10-year old girls.
Republican campaign consultant Tom Shortridge was sentenced to three years probation for taking nude photographs of a 15-year old girl.
Republican Senator Strom Thurmond, a notable racist, had sex with a 15-year old black girl which produced a child.
Republican pastor Mike Hintz, whom George W. Bush commended during the 2004 presidential campaign, surrendered to police after admitting to a sexual affair with a female juvenile.
Republican legislator Peter Dibble pleaded no contest to having an inappropriate relationship with a 13-year-old girl.
Republican Congressman Donald “Buz” Lukens was found guilty of having sex with a female minor and sentenced to one month in jail.
Republican fundraiser Richard A. Delgaudio was found guilty of child porn charges and paying two teenage girls to pose for sexual photos.
Republican activist Mark A. Grethen convicted on six counts of sex crimes involving children.
Republican activist Randal David Ankeney pleaded guilty to attempted sexual assault on a child.
Republican Congressman Dan Crane had sex with a female minor working as a congressional page.
Republican activist and Christian Coalition leader Beverly Russell admitted to an incestuous relationship with his step daughter.
Republican congressman and anti-gay activist Robert Bauman was charged with having sex with a 16-year-old boy he picked up at a gay bar.
Republican Committee Chairman Jeffrey Patti was arrested for distributing a video clip of a 5-year-old girl being raped.
Republican activist Marty Glickman (a.k.a. “Republican Marty”), was taken into custody by Florida police on four counts of unlawful sexual activity with an underage girl and one count of delivering the drug LSD.
Republican legislative aide Howard L. Brooks was charged with molesting a 12-year old boy and possession of child pornography.
Republican Senate candidate John Hathaway was accused of having sex with his 12-year old baby sitter and withdrew his candidacy after the allegations were reported in the media.
Republican preacher Stephen White, who demanded a return to traditional values, was sentenced to jail after offering $20 to a 14-year-old boy for permission to perform oral sex on him.
Republican talk show host Jon Matthews pleaded guilty to exposing his genitals to an 11 year old girl.
Republican anti-gay activist Earl “Butch” Kimmerling was sentenced to 40 years in prison for molesting an 8-year old girl after he attempted to stop a gay couple from adopting her.
Republican Party leader Paul Ingram pleaded guilty to six counts of raping his daughters and served 14 years in federal prison.
Republican election board official Kevin Coan was sentenced to two years probation for soliciting sex over the internet from a 14-year old girl.
Republican politician Andrew Buhr was charged with two counts of first degree sodomy with a 13-year old boy.
Republican politician Keith Westmoreland was arrested on seven felony counts of lewd and lascivious exhibition to girls under the age of 16 (i.e. exposing himself to children).
Republican anti-abortion activist John Allen Burt was charged with sexual misconduct involving a 15-year old girl.
Republican County Councilman Keola Childs pleaded guilty to molesting a male child.
Republican activist John Butler was charged with criminal sexual assault on a teenage girl.
Republican candidate Richard Gardner admitted to molesting his two daughters.
Republican Councilman and former Marine Jack W. Gardner was convicted of molesting a 13-year old girl.
Republican County Commissioner Merrill Robert Barter pleaded guilty to unlawful sexual contact and assault on a teenage boy.
Republican City Councilman Fred C. Smeltzer, Jr. pleaded no contest to raping a 15 year-old girl and served 6-months in prison.
Republican activist Parker J. Bena pleaded guilty to possession of child pornography on his home computer and was sentenced to 30 months in federal prison and fined $18,000.
Republican parole board officer and former Colorado state representative, Larry Jack Schwarz, was fired after child pornography was found in his possession.
Republican strategist and Citadel Military College graduate Robin Vanderwall was convicted in Virginia on five counts of soliciting sex from boys and girls over the internet.
Republican city councilman Mark Harris, who is described as a “good military man” and “church goer,” was convicted of repeatedly having sex with an 11-year-old girl and sentenced to 12 years in prison.
Republican businessman Jon Grunseth withdrew his candidacy for Minnesota governor after allegations surfaced that he went swimming in the nude with four underage girls, including his daughter.
Republican director of the “Young Republican Federation” Nicholas Elizondo molested his 6-year old daughter and was sentenced to six years in prison.
Republican benefactor of conservative Christian groups, Richard A. Dasen Sr., was charged with rape for allegedly paying a 15-year old girl for sex. Dasen, 62, who is married with grown children and several grandchildren, has allegedly told police that over the past decade he paid more than $1 million to have sex with a large number of young men and women.
Democrats: credit u/altus771 Imagine thinking this was a right only problem, and not a deep state problem and sitting there thinking you were smart.
Democratic New York Congressman, Anthony Weiner, plead guilty to transferring obscene material to a minor as part of a plea agreement for sexted and sending Twitter DMs to underage girls as young as 15.
Democratic donor, activist, and Hollywood producer Harvey Weinstein is being criminally prosecuted and civilly sued for years of sexual abuse (that was well known “secret” in Hollywood) including underage sexual activities with aspiring female actresses.
Democratic activist and #metoo proponent, Asia Argento, settled a lawsuit for sexual harassment stemming from sexual activities with an underage actor.
Democratic Mayor of Racine, Wisconsin, Gary Becker, was convicted of attempted child seduction, child pornography, and other child sex crimes.
Democratic Seattle Mayor Ed Murray resigned after multiple accusations of child sexual abuse were levied against him including by family members.
Democratic activist and aid to NYC Mayor De Blasio, Jacob Schwartz was arrested on possession of 3,000+ child pornographic images.
Democratic activist and actor, Russell Simmons, was sued based on an allegation of sexual assault where he coerced an underage model for sex.
Democratic Governor of Oregon, Neil Goldschmidt, after being caught by a newspaper, publicly admitted to having a past sexual relationship with a 13-year-old girl after the statute of limitations on the rape charges had expired.
Democratic Illinois Congressman, Mel Reynolds resigned from Congress after he was convicted of statutory rape of a 16-year-old campaign volunteer.
Democratic New York Congressman, Fred Richmond, was arrested in Washington D.C. for soliciting sex from a 16-year-old boy. Democratic activist, donor, and director, Roman Polanski, fled the country after pleading guilty to statutory rape of a 13-year-old girl. Democrats and Hollywood actors still defend him to this day, including, Whoopi Goldberg, Martin Scorcese, Woody Allen, David Lynch, Wim Wenders, Pedro Almodovar, Tilda Swinton and Monica Bellucci.
Democratic State Senator from Alaska, George Jacko, was found guilty of sexual harassment of an underage legislative page.
Democratic State Representative candidate for Colorado, Andrew Myers, was convicted for possession of child pornography and enticing children.
Democratic Illinois Congressman, Gus Savage was investigated by the Democrat-controlled House Committee on Ethics for attempting to rape an underage female Peace Corps volunteer in Zaire. The Committee concluded that while the events did occur his apology was sufficient and took no further action.
Democratic activist, donor, and spokesperson for Subway, Jared Fogle, was convicted of distribution and receipt of child pornography and traveling to engage in illicit sexual conduct with a minor.
Democratic State Department official, Carl Carey, under Hillary Clinton’s state department, was arrested on ten counts of child porn possession.
Democratic Maine Assistant Attorney General, James Cameron, was sentenced to just over 15 years in federal prison for seven counts of child porn possession, receipt and transmission.
Democratic State Department official, Daniel Rosen, under Hillary Clinton’s state department, was arrested and charged with allegedly soliciting sex from a minor over the internet.
Democratic State Department official, James Cafferty, pleaded guilty to one count of transportation of child pornography.
Democratic radio host, Bernie Ward, plead guilty to one count of sending child pornography over the Internet.
Democratic deputy attorney general from California, Raymond Liddy, was arrested for possession of child pornography.
Democratic Illinois State Representative, Keith Farnham, has resigned and was charged with possession of child pornography and has been accused of bragging at an online site about sexually molesting a 6-year-old girl.
Democratic spokesperson for the Arkansas Democratic Party, Harold Moody, Jr, was charged with distribution and possession of child pornography.
Democratic Radnor Township Board of Commissioners member, Philip Ahr, resigned from his position after being charged with possession of child pornography and abusing children between 2 and 6 years-old.
Democratic activist and BLM organizer, Charles Wade, was arrested and charged with human trafficking and underage prostitution.
Democratic Texas attorney and activist, Mark Benavides, was charged with having sex with a minor, inducing a child under 18 to have sex and compelling prostitution of at least nine legal clients and possession of child pornography. He was found guilty on six counts of sex trafficking.
Democratic Virginia Delegate, Joe Morrissey, was indicted on charges connected to his relationship with a 17-year-old girl and was charged with supervisory indecent liberties with a minor, electronic solicitation of a minor, possession of child pornography and distribution of child pornography.
Democratic Massachusetts Congressman, Gerry Studds, was censured by the House of Representatives after he admitted to an inappropriate relationship with a 17-year-old page.
Democratic Former Mayor of Stillwater, New York, Rick Nelson was plead guilty to five counts of possession of child pornography of children less than 16 years of age.
Democratic Former Mayor of Clayton, New York, Dale Kenyon, was indicted for sexual acts against a teenager.
Democratic Former Mayor of Hubbard, Ohio, Richard Keenan, was given a life sentence in jail for raping a 4-year-old girl.
Democratic Former Mayor of Winston, Oregeon, Kenneth Barrett, was arrested for setting up a meeting to have sex with a 14-year-old girl who turned out to be a police officer.
Democratic Former Mayor of Randolph, Nebraska, Dwayne L. Schutt, was arrested and charged with four counts of felony third-degree sexual assault of a child and one count of intentional child abuse.
Democratic Former Mayor of Dawson, Georgia, Christopher Wright, was indicted on the charges of aggravated child molestation, aggravated sodomy, rape, child molestation and statutory rape of an 11-year-old boy and a 12-year-old girl.
Democratic Former Mayor of Stockton, California, Anthony Silva, was charged with providing alcohol to young adults during a game of strip poker that included a 16-year-old boy at a camp for underprivileged children run by the mayor.
Democratic Former Mayor of Millbrook, New York, Donald Briggs, was arrested and charged with inappropriate sexual contact with a person younger than 17.
Democratic party leader for Victoria County, Texas, Stephen Jabbour, plead guilty to possession and receiving over half a million child pornographic images.
Democratic activist and fundraiser, Terrence Bean, was arrested on charges of sodomy and sex abuse in a case involving a 15-year-old boy and when the alleged victim declined to testify, and the judge dismissed the case.
Democratic Party Chairman for Davidson County, Tennessee, Rodney Mullin, resigned amid child pornography allegations. Democratic activist, Andrew Douglas Reed, pleaded guilty to a multiple counts of 2nd-degree sexual exploitation of a minor for producing child pornography.
Democratic official from Terre Haute, Indiana, David Roberts was sentenced to federal prison for producing and possessing child pornography including placing hidden cameras in the bedrooms and bathrooms at a home he shared with two minor female victims.
Democratic California Congressman, Tony Cárdenas, is being sued in LA County for allegedly sexually abused a 16-year-old girl. Democratic aide to Senator Barbara Boxer, Jeff Rosato, plead guilty to charges of trading in child pornography.
Democratic Alaskan State Representative, Dean Westlake, resigned from his seat after the media published a report alleging he fathered a child with a 16-year-old girl when he was 28. Democratic New Jersey State Assemblyman, Neil Cohen, was convicted of possession and distribution of child pornography.
Democratic donor and billionaire, Jeffrey Epstein, ran an underage child sex brothel and was convicted of soliciting underage girls for prostitution.
These are just the ones we know about. "Birds of a feather flock together" and these birds are infiltrating our government offices (on both sides), and using their power to cruelly and unjustly treat our fellow Americans.
Until we stand, divided we fall. We have not yet began to fight. If we don't hang together, we'll all hang separately.
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