“All right. There’s the connection bruh.”
“She wasn’t always home to care for Mel. I believe that was the showstopper for him. This upset him deeply,” Mr. Ridken said clearly, finishing his eggs and sausage. “He seemed to be closer to his mother than me.”
Now breakfast was over and everyone seemed hella full. Mrs. Ridken began removing the plates leaving them in the dishwasher.
“If Mel killed these women we’ll help you in any why we can,” Mr. Ridken said strongly as he walked Keith towards the door.
Mrs. Ridken was straightening the dining room crying the whole time.
“I must pray for the families that are suffering because of our son,” she said sharply sobbing.
“If your son calls you please let me know as soon as possible,” Keith stated strongly opening the door.
“We sure will,” Mr. Ridken snapped firmly.
“Oh another thing! Where would Mel go? You know to be alone,” Keith asked.
“I don’t know. Doesn’t he like the lake, baby?” Mr. Ridken said sharply.
“Yeh. Mel likes to go fishing. We’re a family that was very into camping. Also swimming as well,” she said sharply, wiping her tears with cloth.
“That’s it…the Truckee River. That’s where Miss Sands was found,” Keith snapped.
“No! that’s where Mel goes when he’s in trouble,” Mr. Ridken stated strongly.
“That’s where Mel would go to think,” she said sharply.
“You’re going to have to kill our son,” he said strongly.
“I hope not. It all depends on Mel,” Keith said strongly, stepping outside.
Chapter 47
Keith Jackson left his pimpmobile a small distance from the Wells Ave underpass. The rain had stopped for now but it was still sorta muddy. He walked around the muddy hill slipping sometimes. He stumbled across a white brick, some sorta shelter. He produced his gun knowing Mel’s a very dangerous slime-ball.
Inside the shelter was an Indian dude striking matches to build a fire. He had a bottle of some cheap wine beside him.
“Please don’t shoot! I’m just a poor man trying to make a fire,” he said strongly with fear on his face.
“Relax I’m not going to shoot you, cuz,” Keith said strongly, putting the gun away.
The tense Indian loosened up in his manner. Keith stuck a joint in his mouth. He heard noise from the factories near by. The water made noise too as small waves move swiftly down stream as ducks as well.
“Have you seen a white man?” Keith said lighting his joint.
“Many come through here,” he said with a smirk.
“Was anybody wearing a clown outfit?” he asked and took a long drag from his weed.
“Yeh. I saw a clown attack a woman the other night. But this clown was hella evil. I never saw a clown like that before.”
“Did he have a big blade?”
“No! He just attacked her like some beast or animal. He bit into her neck and was chewing her flesh. It was horrible sight dude I threw up,” the Indian explained strongly.
“Has he been back?” Keith snapped and took another hit.
“Naw!”
“Why didn’t you help the woman?” Keith snapped.
“I don’t know. My bones just froze bro. I was hella scared.”
“Who was she?”
“Belinda!” the Indian snapped.
“So you knew the broad?” Keith asked harshly and took another drag.
“Hell yeh, bro.”
“Why did she come out here at 2:30am?” Keith asked firmly blowing smoke through his nose.
“To help me. She’s been coming out here to give me money and food.”
“How long has this been happening?”
“Quite a while. Belinda is a great lady or was.”
“Does anybody else know this bruh?”
“Nah.”
“How come you didn’t tell the cops?”
“I was scared.”
The Indian smelled hella funky. There were stacks of funky clothes in the shelter, old newspapers, pots and pans and stuff. The stench made Keith throw up.
“You’re hella nasty dude!” Keith stated strongly with lips curling.
“You ain’t so pretty yourself brother,” he said bluntly.
“Have you seen this cat?” Keith said strongly showing Mel’s photo.
The Indian studied it. Then he nodded his head.
“No. Never seen him. I don’t think a while boy like this would dare come around this area,” he said sharply.
Well the Indian finally got the fire going. Keith didn’t understand the need for a fire it wasn’t very cold. Keith took the final hit from his joint.
“Are you sure gee?”
“Why is this so important?”
“He murdered your friend and many more women!”
He took another look but this time a longer one at the photo. Keith took out thirty dollars and tossed it in his lap.
“All right, man. There was this white cat walking down the river. He was messed up, bro. I thought he was going jump in the river.”
“What do you mean messed up?”
“He was like me kinda dirty. Like he was sleeping in the streets,” the Indian said clearly.
“All right, bruh,” Keith said strongly and rose to his feet.
“Hey thanks for the money, bro,” he said happily.
The Indian stuck his fist out. Keith tapped his fist against the man’s fist. Like some ghetto friend sign.
Keith walked on down the river slipping at times. The trees were changing over here too from orange to yellow and falling onto the muddy hill and some in the river.
The clouds were beginning to show their ugly heads moving in slowly pushing the blue skies away. Well he sure wasn’t ready for the down pour. Hopefully he’d find Mel and end the nightmare before the rain hit.
As he walked down the slippery riverbank there was un used condoms, an assortment of beer cans, and bottles, energy drinks cans, used tampons, candy wrappers, Cds, potato chip bags, coin wrappers, milk cartons, stinky clothes, and cigarette butts.
There was a number of homeless encampments scattered about. He saw several homeless folks but not Mel. There were hella nice apartments on the other side of the river with people sitting on patios drinking wine and staring. The sent of urine, poop, motor oil, gas, and prime rib was very strong in the area.
Keith stuck a massive joint in his mouth. When he walked by a concrete box a man dirty looking, leaped out at him with an evil that would scare King Kong. Keith raised his gun up to the mans face, growling he quickly backed away.
He checked some of the shelters along the riverbank, looking for Mel. There was two dirty men having sex in one. A fat man raping a huge turkey leg. There was a man having sex with a black woman. And in another a man raping a funky blond teenager A couple more had nobody just some empty whiskey bottles, funky clothes, crumpled cigarette cartons and an assortment of shoes.
Then when Keith reached the end of the road a dirty man stood there with a hair face wearing all black. He looked like a cheap-looking wolf.
“Well Mel I presume,” Keith said cheerfully.
“That’s right, homeboy!” he said strongly grinning with hella sharply teeth. “How did you find me?”
“Your loving mother told me.”
“Well they say mothers never lie!”
“I’m here to take you in,” Keith said firmly.
“I’m not going brother,” he said sharply.
“So you understand me. That’s great. I know that’s not you talking. That poop-eating demon has taken over you. Please bruh this killing has to stop here,” Keith explained clearly.
“Yeh bro. And I feel stronger than before. I’m complete now,” he said with a growl.
“Why are you doing this dog?”
“Immortality!”
“How’s that bruh?”
“Sacrificing the lives of horrible lounge singers that will ne
ver get a record deal. I’ll need more singers to get rid of the curse,” Mel explained sharply.
“I can’t let you do that gee,” Keith said strongly.
“You can’t stop me friend.”
“You wanta bet?”
“Evil is much stronger. O I wouldn’t bet.”
“I’m sorry boo-boo but I’m on God’s side.”
“Let me show you how you’ve picked the wrong side dog.”
“The girls like you better with your pretty face,” Keith said strongly.
Mel growled as he leaped at Keith and struck his face with his claw leaving an awful scratch on the side of his face. Keith did a spin kick high into Mel’s chest pushing him slipping on the muddy hillside.
“Be careful bruh!” Keith snapped with smirk.
Mel regrouped quickly rising to his feet. He growled loudly showing lots of sharp teeth. Keith thought Mel was a phony ignorant butt worm.
Mel ran at Keith again swinging his claws at Keith’s face missing. Keith kicked him in the stomach hard. Mel just growled. Keith kicked him in the stomach again even harder and in the nuts too. But nothing seemed to deterred Mel.
Mel threw his claw at Keith’s chest tearing into it and leaving a nasty scratch with blood coming out.
Keith looked down at his shirt ripped open blood running out of his huge cut. This made him very angry. Mel just stood there laughing.
Keith launched at Mel kicking him in the face, punching him in the face too, but Mel just growled. Keith stopped for a few seconds panting to catch his breath.
Mel hit Keith hard across the face he fell back slipping down the muddy hill. Mel stood there howling like a mad wolf.
Keith got back up and charged Mel. Mel didn’t move either he just stood there howling. Keith did a drop kick into Mel’s chest and he flew back onto his backsliding down the muddy hill.
Keith ran over to him. Mel quickly rose his eyes were blood red and his hairy face was completely grey. His face looked like a werewolf from one of those late night horror movies.
Keith threw a hard right at Mel he grabbed Keith’s arm and bit down into it. Keith screamed loudly. He karate chopped Mel in his hairy neck and he let go of his arm.
Kick punched Mel in the face and chest. Mel just stood there growling. Keith kicked him in the stomach. In the side of the ribs, in the leg, in the nuts and across his hairy, face but nothing. It was no more an affect on Mel than punching on a bag in a gym.
“Immortal, baby! You are no match for me,” Mel stated strongly with a laugh.
Keith took out his gun and started shooting Mel. He just stood there like an ignorant punk, growling.
Then Mel spit out each and every bullet. Keith stood there looking in shock at his gun. Not sure what to do next.
Mel leaped on to Keith knocking him down on his back. Then Mel brought his face up to Keith’s face, slobbering. He then move down to Keith’s throat, mouth opening to show those big sharp teeth. Mel was just too strong for Keith to push away. It appeared to be the end of Keith.
But suddenly Keith remembered that silver blade knife that Tangy gave him. He pulled it out as Mel’s mouth was closing in on his neck. He rammed the knife into Mel’s heart area if he had a heart to begin with.
Mel howled out loudly like a weakened animal and rolled off Keith. Mel lay the on his back coughing and gagging. Keith stared in horror still not sure what he had done.
Keith battle with Mel wasn’t just for his victory but for all the victims and their families. Because of this, it gave him more strength to keep going then he ever knew.
“Hey, dude, you’re smarter than I thought,” Mel stated weakly.
Then he stopped moving. He was surely dead. Then the hair on his face began to dissipate slowly until Mel’s beautiful youthful face returned.
“Now you’re at peace bruh,” Keith stated sadly.
Surely, Keith didn’t plan to kill Mel but he left him no other choice.
Blood was running down those deep scratches on Keith’s face and chest. He needed to get to a doctor and clean up before his wounds got infected and the bite mark his arm. He was hoping that he didn’t have rabies, But he hung tough waiting for the police to come and get Mel’s body.
Chapter 48
When Keith awaken everything was a blur. He felt like he’d been a sleep for two hundred years. There were two blurry shapes over him. When his focus became more sharper he noticed Tangy and Lt. Betha. They were both smiling.
“Hey, black man!” he said strongly with a smirk.
“Hey, ugly poop,” Keith snapped.
“I’m glad you’re still alive,” Tangy said strongly.
“Me too. Where the hell am I?”
“Brook Bears,” Betha said firmly.
“In a damn hospital?”
“A jogger found you washed up down stream almost near Lake Tahoe,” Lt. Betha said strongly.
“What was I doing there?”
“How the hell am I suppose to know dog?”
“Where’s Mel?”
“He’s at the county coroner’s office. He’s DOA. We found his body at the Wells Ave. Overpass. This white boy had a silver blade through his heart. I never seen a knife like that gee,” Lt. Betha explained clearly.
“I never either. Tangy gave the knife to me bruh,” Keith said weakly.
“You had rabies dog. But the doctor gave you some medicine,” Tangy said firmly.
“I feel pretty horrible bruh.”
“How did you get that big ugly scratch on your face?” she asked clearly.
“Fighting with that punk, Mel.”
“The homeless people we’d questioned said you were attacked by dogs,” Lt. Betha said firmly.
“If you knew the answer why did you ask me gee?”
“I just wanted to hear your side,” Lt. Betha said sharply.
“Mel killed those women. The dude tried to kill me too,” Keith said weakly.
“Self-defense, bro-bro! We got you,” Lt. Betha stated firmly.
“We can’t go to the press about a wolf man. Nobody would believe Mel was a wolf, Keith,” Tangy said strongly.
Keith was lying on a large bed, with dark green spreads. Just one push of the button below reclines the bed up or down. He had a big bandage on the side of his face. And one even bigger across his chest. There was a small table next to with two diet cokes. There was an IV stuck in him with bluish liquid. A black beam stuck out of the corner holding a color TV.
“So I’m supposed to tell the media my butt was attacked by dogs?” Keith said sharply.
“That’s right, bruh,” she snapped.
“For now, baby,” Lt. Betha said strongly.
“What’s that bag that smells so good?”
“Barbecue chicken,” Lt. Betha said firmly.
“And some beer,” she said.
“What if there is more Mel’s?” Keith asked sharply.
“I didn’t think about that,” Lt. Betha snapped.
“I was bitten by this maggot, man,” Keith snapped.
“Don’t worry bruh. You ain’t turning into a werewolf,” she said strongly, handing over a bag full of ribs.
Keith quickly dug into that bag of ribs. He soon ripped through a long meaty rib bone leaving sauce dripping down his chin and all over his hands.
Keith grabbed Olde English out of the bag. He removed the cap. He then brought the can up to his mouth and began guzzling. Tangy sunk her teeth into a beefy rib. Lt. Betha started guzzling a beer.
When the ribs, fries and beer were done. Tangy and Lt. Betha left. The nurse came in and gave Keith some medication. And he when off to sleep.
Chapter 49
Keith awoke to a noise. He saw a tall dark figure with glowing red eyes standing in the door.
“Who’s that?” he asked franticly.
There was silence for a minute.
“It’s me!”
“Who is it? Is it Mel?”
“Bingo!”
“I thought you were dea
d slime-poop!”
“You don’t think I’d leave my chocolate friend, huh?”
“Just keep away from me bruh!”
“Don’t be afraid, Keith. It will soon be over.”
“Keep back gee.”
“The dark world needs you homeboy!”
The dark figure moved closer towards Keith until he was able to really see him. It was a man with a grey hairy face. A werewolf. Keith was trying to find his gun like that would help. But they were in his pants too far over on the table.
By this time, the wolf was already standing over Keith’s bed. Keith was very scared his heart was pumping so loud rapid. The hairy beast brought his face up to Keith’s. Keith’s eyes bulging like they were going to pop out of his face any moment. The hairy thing just stared into Keith’s eyes, drool ran down it’s mouth.
“Please don’t kill me, gee!”
“I’m hungry for flesh!”
“No!”
“Please don’t resist, dog.”
“No, bruh! I don’t want to be a werewolf,” Keith stated franticly.
“come on, dude. It will be fun.”
“Ok. I’ll stop doing drugs. I’ll stop drinking. Anything but don’t kill me.”
“Don’t be such a baby, gee!”
“No!”
He bit down into Keith’s throat ripping the flesh away as he rose up to a standing position. Keith lay there gargling as blood shot out of his neck. Keith put his hand over his throat to stop the bleeding but it was tough.
The wolf stood there chewing the flesh as blood dripped from his lips. Keith finally died with his dark eyes wide open. Then it sounded like a nurse calling Keith. The wolf was spooked and jumped out of the window.
Then Keith awoke he was breathing very heavy and eyes bulged and gob of sweat came pouring down his face like a faucet.
THE END
About The Author
Hello again. I live in the Bay Area. I have written a few violent stories. The Worlds Greatest Crime Stories and Crimes Of Murder. If you have a copy of this book thanks for your support.
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