G. A. Colin

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The Sons of Apollyon

Satan will be bound, cast into the bottomless pit, and shut up, and a seal placed upon him so he can no longer deceive the nations. However, after the thousand years are expired, he will be loosed out of his prison for a little season. He shall go forth to deceive the nations once again. Rev 20:1-3, 7-10.

Prologue

June 1st, 1810 The Northwest Territory,
now known as Ohio

Gabriel’s head emerged from the black water as he walked up to the shore of the underground lake. The Wyandotte’s, with whom he has lived for the last two hundred years, had called this body of water the lake of the eternal night. With his ability of influence, even the bravest of the tribesman would feel the hair on their neck rise if they entered this part of the cave.
It was the perfect place to imprison Apollyon, or so they had thought. Gabriel was given one job to do living among the savages, keep the seal that held Apollyon secure. He failed.
He turned back to look over the dark water, and thought at least the sword of God was still safely embedded in a rock at the bottom. Gabriel smiled thinking of all the names the humans had given to Ahyah, and his brother Apollyon.
He volunteered to be the gatekeeper of whom the humans called Satan. Living in the old world he had started to wonder which brother was right. However, here in the new world, he felt reborn. He was thriving amidst the Wyandotte.
Once the invaders arrived. He knew the Indians had no chance. He had to find a way to lead them, so he became their chief. Now, he did not relish telling Tecumseh he had signed a treaty with the invaders, who had come to address Gabriel by the name of "Leatherlips."
Gabriel could hear someone approach, and he turned to the tunnel that led to the upper level of the cave. He smiled, thinking only Tecumseh was brave enough to walk through the influence he had left on the entrance. His smile disappeared once he heard Tecumseh’s rapid pulse. He would not need to tell the warrior about the treaty, since it was obvious that Tecumseh already knew. As Gabriel started to climb through a small opening, he had decided he would not use his power on the human who had become his friend, even though he was certain it would not be an easy conversation, whatever, they discussed.
He worked his body through the tight gap. When he emerged, he knew Tecumseh was to his back. Just as he was going to turn to speak, the feeling of skin giving way to a foreign object left him unable to utter a single word. All he could do was stare at a spear protruding from his chest as his blood dripped from the tip.

Chapter 1
Present Day – Columbus, OH

After all the years and the many different lands he has traveled. Finally, he has found his true calling. He was chosen to usher in a new world order.

Standing in the bedroom with a twenty-foot ceiling made of Brazilian hard wood, he began thinking of the events that brought him to Columbus.
The extravagant master suite made the king-sized bed look small in comparison. The only other items in the bedroom were a freestanding mirror, a black medical bag and a flat-screen TV hanging on the wall. The limited light came from the Beech wood that burned in the fireplace made from cultured stone, and the television tuned into the local news. The sound turned down to a whisper.
On the hearth, antique surgical tools were carefully laid on a black cloth. Ben Fagan Kneeled in front of the fire, and his prized collection. His pale fingers lightly touched each one, as a cruel smile crossed his lips. With the first two wh**es, he used his charm. Perhaps tonight he would not be so gentlemanly.
He picked up the bone saw, and his index finger traced the teeth of the saw. “The bone saw is so primitive, yet so effective.” He whispered the words aloud, and nicked his finger on the last tooth of the saw. Gazing at the crimson drop, he licked it before putting his finger in his mouth.
With reverence, he gently returned the Civil War era medical tool to its slot in the black cloth. Once in place, he rolled the cloth from right to left. With all the tools wrapped, he tied the attached strips of cloth into a bow to secure the contents and placed them in the black leather bag. Before closing the bag, he checked to make sure he had his calling card in there as well.
Het turned from the bag, and he gazed at the floor standing mirror to admire his naked form. Running his hands over his smooth torso, his skin tingled at his own touch and thoughts of the exquisite pain he will deliver tonight. Thinking of his plans, he realized he did not yet confirm the casual encounter with the Jessica Simpson look-a-like.
Looking at his Tag Heuer watch, he realized if the date was on, he needed to get dressed. On the bed, he laid out two possible choices for tonight’s hunt. A pair of black Jeans, and a simple matching T-shirt or the more sophisticated look, the Armani suit. His laptop interrupted his decision process when it announced, “You’ve got mail.”
He sat down and placed his laptop on his knees. He clicked on the link in his email to read the response from ‘Horny in Columbus.’ Reading the response, his smile widened and his canines ran out. “She wants to meet at the Motel Forty. Now that brings back some fun memories.” He began to touch himself thinking of his last visit to the east-side motel. Of course, in 1937, it had a much different reputation.
The Armani is too formal for the Forty Motel. He walked over to the bed, and pulled on the jeans and the black tee, forgoing any underwear. His last decision would be which shoes to complete the outfit for tonight’s hunt. He contemplated the black Fila’s. However, he considered himself a Southern Gentleman above everything else. Jeans or not, he had to wear the Fulton Captoe Oxfords.
Once more, he gazed at his reflection in the mirror, and was more than satisfied with his look. Rubbing the outline of his manhood as it strained against his black jeans, he imagined being named Governor for his valor. “Soon they will learn who the real God is. No longer will we hide in the shadows. And one day it will be known, that Archibald Benjamin Fagan was the one who knocked over the first domino that changed the world.
With his thoughts of glory, he ignored the images and sounds from the television. That changed when the desk anchor announced that Elisabeth St. James would report the latest update on last month’s gruesome murder. He grabbed the remote, and turned the volume up. He moved away from the mirror and focused all his attention to the news.
Fagan hissed his impatience as he waited through the commercials for the promised report. Watching this local news to hear her commentary on his artistry became his compulsion. Finally, the beauty with blue eyes filled the screen.
“The Bambi Motel is known for its Adult theme décor and the triple X-***ed movies streamed to each room. With last months brutal slaying it has added murder to its infamy. The unidentified victim was found hanging upside down and decapitated, sharing the same M.O. as the woman found the previous month at the Lazy L motel.”
The camera scanned away from St. James, showing the hotel room where the victim was found for added effect. “The police have declined to comment when I asked if Columbus had a serial killer walking its streets.” St. James delivered the news with concise precision and confidence, like she knew the real story, even if she could not share it just yet.
Listening to the report, he smiles when she opines that the two killings may have religious connotations. She is smart as she is beautiful. I will have to meet this reporter.

“Sargent-Detective Huntington-Whitely said that the victim appeared to have known or had planned to meet the killer. Though the few witnesses say they only saw the victim check in. This is Elisabeth St. James, Channel Six News, reporting live from the Bambi Motel.”
When the news turned towards sports, he looked at his watch. Turning off the TV, he tossed the remote on the bed, and picked up the black medical bag. His heals echoed throughout the empty mansion as he walked out.

The sound you hear is me popping the top of my Voo Doo Ranger.

😝

It is so hot, that our AC can't keep up. We have it set for 74 and it's 78. And no comments about we are causing this. A recent report said there was no ice in Greenland 400,000 years ago. The Mayan calendar reset in 2012. Once Ohio was sub tropical. If it happened before, it will happen again.

Something

Standing there at the edge of the frozen pond, she hugged herself against the cold. It was always the same. A hazy fog kept the other side of the pond invisible. What she knew, no one would ever believe. Today, she thought. "Today, I cross this godforsaken pond and bring my baby home!" Her words were spoken with anger, conviction and promise.

She had taken every weapon she could carry. A AR-15 with 20 banana clips, a desert eagle on her right hip, a G***k on her left and knives strapped to both calves. With a a deep breath, she took her first step on to the ice and whispered, "I'm coming for you Muhammadan!"

So the Pentagon says UFO’s are real, except they call them UAP. Frankly I’m amazed the general public hasn’t panicked that other worldly beings are doing daily flybys in our airspace.

Getting old sucks.

The Shocking News

As the light of day slowly started the wake up cycle, and the pounding in my head told me that doing a Kevin Costner movie marathon while drinking single malt scotch was a bad idea, I silently prayed to the scotch gods that I had not finished my dad’s last bottle.

I forced my eyes open and seeing the Boys II to Men poster on the ceiling of my bedroom, I once again questioned my decision to come home. Then I realized that I not only came home to see mom, but my best friend Sam. I sat up too quickly and the pain in my head went right to my stomach and the urge to hurl up old scotch consumed me. Fortunately, I managed to hold it in. I grabbed my cell and texted Sam, “Looking forward to seeing my besty and your new squeeze. We still meeting at the O.P.?”

I looked at my cell for a few seconds expecting the … of returning text but nothing. I shrugged knowing Sam was not the best at returning text. I staggered to the bathroom thinking: brush teeth, shower off my hangover and I will be right as rain. In the shower, the hot water and soap felt so good, I realized it’s been awhile since I’ve had s*x, and the thought of pleasuring myself crossed my mind. Hearing my mom’s voice killed that idea.

“Gina! Your friend Samatha is on the news, she has been murdered!”

Facing Reality

When you hear news so shocking you refuse to believe it, that is what I felt. A nightmare that would not end. I stood in front of my mom’s television set hugging the robe around me. I was numb watching the local news telling me about the girl that was brutally murdered and dismembered. All the while showing Sam’s Facebook profile picture in the upper right corner of the screen. This can’t be real?

Somehow the sound of my cell ringing broke me from being entranced from the news cast. “My…”

“Your what dear?” My mother asked.

“My cell… I… hear it ringing.”

“It’s right here sweetheart, on the coffee table. You laid it here when you went to take a shower.”

The phone went silent. She looked at the missed call and it was a number she did not recognize. The same number rang her again and she dropped it in shock.

This time she composed herself and answered the call. With a shaky voice she answered, “Hello?”

“This is the Columbus Police Department calling, I am detective Jack Oakley. Are you Gina Reese?”

“I… am. Please tell me Sam’s alive and this is some kind of mistake.”

“I’m afraid to tell you that no mistake has been made. I can not make you cooperate with us at this point, but if you have nothing to hide, you will answer my questions.”

“Are you saying that I am a suspect? Her concern turned to anger.

A long silence before the detective answered. “I am saying you are a person of interest. In the days leading up to her death, she received two text and one phone call. The two text are from you, the other is a call from someone by the name of Toni.”

Toni! Sam’s new girlfriend.

“Detective, I am not going to do your job for you. If you want to arrest me, then do it! I… on the other hand am going to find out who killed my friend. If you want to question me, here is the number of my attorney.” The detective ended the call.

“They can’t possibly believe you had anything to do with this?”

Gina looked at her mom, she wanted to tell her to quit being so theatrical, but all she said was, “No… they are grasping for straws. The CPD are not known for their police skills. If only I knew someone who worked in the CPD.”

“Wait… didn’t my friend’s son go to school with you?”

“What? What friend?” Gina was confused by her mother’s comment.

“My friend Laura Cohen. Her son is a patrolmen for the CPD. I think his name is Benjamin.”
Gina’s face lit up with surprise. “Ben Cohen is a cop?”

“Yes, Laura goes on and on about him. I swear she thinks he is a Sherlock Holmes or something. Normally, I would shut her down, but she always buys the good booze. So I just smile and nod until I’m good and buzzed.”

“Mother!”

“What, I’m old, not dead. Plus it makes love time with your dad better.”

“Oh my God mother, TMI!” At that moment she decided she had enough of her childhood home in Dublin. She went upstairs, grabbed her overnight bang and drove back to her place in German Village.

Gina tried to block out what her mother said about her s*x life by thinking about little Ben Cohen. Two years her junior and he had always had a crush on her. She went to her room to get her year book and looked for his picture. Leafing through the book she found his class picture. Just as she remembered, a redhead with freckles and zits with a gap between his two front teeth. Now, how do I accidentally bump into him? She thought a moment and it hit her…. Social media!

She pulled out her phone and opened Facebook. She typed in Ben Cohen. Several showed up, but the only two in Columbus were not him. She retyped Benjamin Cohen, several more appeared. This time four from Columbus. The first was a bust, same with the second. The third however, the age matched… but the photo… if that was indeed little Ben, he sure aged well. The gap tooth was gone, his hair more of strawberry blond and a perfect complexion. Hell he could be a model. She clicked on “About.” He was a cop on CPD. She kept looking at his page and found an event he was going to. Highball! He’s going to Highball. I guess I am too.

The Highball is one of the nations biggest and best Halloween costume party. The costumes are either incredibly inventive, or incredibly s*xy. It is typically hosted by Nina West, Columbus’s most famous drag queen.

The one thing I love about halloween, you get to dress like a slt and get away with it. Gina started looking through her outfits she bought for halloween and for playtime with her ex boyfriend. She could be the s*xy nurse, a pl***oy bunny… no too predictable. A devilish smile crept across her lips. Dr. Frank N Furter fishnet stockings and corset was just what might catch Ben’s eye. She was sure she remembered seeing him at the Graceland midnight show every time she went.

She tried it on, and it still fit perfectly, it highlighted her curves and cleavage. She decided to put on her f-me black pumps to finish the outfit. Yep, I still got it. Feeling s*xy she decided she needed some stress relief. She stripped out of her costume and got in bed. She opened her bedside drawer and pulled out Bob. She flipped on the switch and Bob vibrated in her hand. Gently she placed it between her legs. Bob tingled at first. Then the first wave started to roll. She gasped and began pinching her ni**le with her free hand. She writhed in pleasure as another wave rolled over her. She shook uncontrollably as she climaxed, licking her lips in satisfaction.

“Gina! Your friend Samatha is on the news, she has been murdered!”

Facing Reality

When you hear news so shocking you refuse to believe it, that is what I felt. A nightmare that would not end. I stood in front of my mom’s television set hugging the robe around me. I was numb watching the local news telling me about the girl that was brutally murdered and dismembered. All the while showing Sam’s Facebook profile picture in the upper right corner of the screen. This can’t be real?

Somehow the sound of my cell ringing broke me from being entranced from the news cast. “My…”

“Your what dear?” My mother asked.

“My cell… I… hear it ringing.”

“It’s right here sweetheart, on the coffee table. You laid it here when you went to take a shower.”

The phone went silent. She looked at the missed call and it was a number she did not recognize. The same number rang her again and she dropped it in shock.

This time she composed herself and answered the call. With a shaky voice she answered, “Hello?”

“This is the Columbus Police Department calling, I am detective Jack Oakley. Are you Gina Reese?”

“I… am. Please tell me Sam’s alive and this is some kind of mistake.”

“I’m afraid to tell you that no mistake has been made. I can not make you cooperate with us at this point, but if you have nothing to hide, you will answer my questions.”

“Are you saying that I am a suspect? Her concern turned to anger.

A long silence before the detective answered. “I am saying you are a person of interest. In the days leading up to her death, she received two text and one phone call. The two text are from you, the other is a call from someone by the name of Toni.”

Toni! Sam’s new girlfriend.

“Detective, I am not going to do your job for you. If you want to arrest me, then do it! I… on the other hand am going to find out who killed my friend. If you want to question me, here is the number of my attorney.” The detective ended the call.

“They can’t possibly believe you had anything to do with this?”

Gina looked at her mom, she wanted to tell her to quit being so theatrical, but all she said was, “No… they are grasping for straws. The CPD are not known for their police skills. If only I knew someone who worked in the CPD.”

“Wait… didn’t my friend’s son go to school with you?”

“What? What friend?” Gina was confused by her mother’s comment.

“My friend Laura Cohen. Her son is a patrolmen for the CPD. I think his name is Benjamin.”
Gina’s face lit up with surprise. “Ben Cohen is a cop?”

“Yes, Laura goes on and on about him. I swear she thinks he is a Sherlock Holmes or something. Normally, I would shut her down, but she always buys the good booze. So I just smile and nod until I’m good and buzzed.”

“Mother!”

“What, I’m old, not dead. Plus it makes love time with your dad better.”

“Oh my God mother, TMI!”

Gina tried to block out what her mother just said by thinking about little Ben Cohen. Two years her junior and he had always had a crush on her. She went to her room to get her year book and looked for his picture. Leafing through the book she found his class picture. Just as she remembered, a redhead with freckles and zits with a gap between his two front teeth. Now, how do I accidentally bump into him? She thought a moment and it hit her…. Social media!

She pulled out her phone and opened Facebook. She typed in Ben Cohen. Several showed up, but the only two in Columbus were not him. She retyped Benjamin Cohen, several more appeared. This time four from Columbus. The first was a bust, same with the second. The third however, the age matched… but the photo… if that was indeed little Ben, he sure aged well. The gap tooth was gone, his hair more of strawberry blond and a perfect complexion. Hell he could be a model. She clicked on “About.” He was a cop on CPD. She kept looking at his page and found an event he was going to. Highball! He’s going to Highball. I guess I am too.

Letting Go of the Past

Gina looked at her bare left ring finger. Her childhood plan was rapidly vanishing. As she sat at her vanity, she looked at her reflection and thought she could still pass for a college student even if her last class in accounting was seven years ago. She was curvy, had a taunt abdomen and her breast spilled out of any bra. No, she didn’t have any problem attracting men. It was finding the right one that had proved problematic. She brushed away the tear that tracked down her cheek when she heard her mother call out her name.

She thought a visit home would help her get over Max. Instead, it just gave her new worries. On her vanity was a scrapbook she made when she was ten. The cover had the title of “Life Plan.” As she looked through it a sad smile crossed her lips. She had cut out pictures from magazines that matched her plans. Graduate college at twenty-two. She silently thought, check. Meet Mr. Right at twenty-four, I met Danny at twenty-four, and he was gone by the time I was twenty-five. Get married at twenty-six, have first child at twenty-seven. Along came Max, I thought he was the one. “Bastard took up two years of my life!”

“Gina? Who are you talking to?” Her mom’s interruption of her pity party was right on que. Marcia stood at the entrance of her room holding a bottle of pink champagne and two flutes. “I thought we were going to celebrate your new freedom from that loser Mark?”

Gina smiled at the sight of her mother. She was a natural red-head that bleached her hair platinum blond and had every surgery possible to hang on to her long lost youth. Currently she was seeking her next husband which she called lucky number six.

“Hey mom, I was just looking at my old stuff. I see you still drink that awful sweet crap. Any chance there is any scotch left over from my dad’s collection?”

Marcia made a face, “I never understood how you could like whisky. But I guess you are your fathers daughter.” Gina thought she almost saw some emotion from her mom when she mentioned her dad.

“I think there is still one bottle left. Go look in the bottom drawer of his office, you know I don’t like going in there.”

Gina stood and went to her mom and gave her a hug. Her moms Chanel number five almost suffocated her. “Meet you in front of the TV, we will watch rom-coms until we pass out.”

When Gina opened the door to her fathers den another pang of sadness hit her. Maybe coming home was a bad idea. She was glad that her mom had kept his office intact. Maybe she did love him after all. She sat down at his desk and looked at all the nick knacks that he had collected. Avengers action figures, salt and pepper shakers, and of course Pittsburgh Steelers stuff. She opened the lower right door first and frowned when it was empty. The left however held what she was hoping for. An almost full bottle of sixteen year old Aberlour double cast. Silently she did the math, her dad died in 2001 so that made this bottle thirty-five years old. She grabbed a tumbler and the bottle and looked at a picture of the family when it was still a family. “Thanks dad.”

When she entered the family room her mom was looking for a movie to watch. The bottle of pink champaign was already half empty. “What am I looking for, a VHS or the new dvd thingy’s, oh and did you find dad’s whiskey?”
“Sit down mom, and it’s dad’s scotch and no one watches VHS anymore.” Gina poured herself a generous shot into the tumbler and looked at the movie collection. She admired how her dad had them displayed. First was action, then action comedy, then comedy, and so she skipped ahead to the rom com and picked Bull Durham. Maybe coming home was the right thing to do.

“Are you sure it’s safe to drink such an old whisky?” Her mom asked slurring each word.
“Mom! For the last time it’s scotch and yes, the older the the better!” Maybe coming home was a bad idea. No! I am going to meet up with my oldest and dearest friend Samantha and her new girlfriend. Coming home was right.

The Shocking News

As the light of day slowly started the wake up cycle, and the pounding in my head told me that doing a Kevin Costner movie marathon while drinking single malt scotch was a bad idea, I silently prayed to the scotch gods that I had not finished my dad’s last bottle.

I forced my eyes open and seeing the Boys II to Men poster on the ceiling of my bedroom, I once again questioned my decision to come home. Then I realized that I not only came home to see mom, but my best friend Sam. I sat up too quickly and the pain in my head went right to my stomach and the urge to hurl up old scotch consumed me. Fortunately, I managed to hold it in. I grabbed my cell and texted Sam, “Looking forward to seeing my besty and your new squeeze. We still meeting at the O.P.?”

I looked at my cell for a few seconds expecting the … of returning text but nothing. I shrugged knowing Sam was not the best at returning text. I staggered to the bathroom thinking: brush teeth, shower off my hangover and I will be right as rain. In the shower, the hot water and soap felt so good, I realized it’s been awhile since I’ve had s*x, and the thought of pleasuring myself crossed my mind. Hearing my mom’s voice killed that idea.

“Gina! Your friend Samatha has been murdered!”