The Noir Evil

by Richard Paul Caird

  Within his mind all within this city where actively participating in the colosseums gladiator arena games on a daily basis and continually fighting it out to see whom would be victorious. There was never any half measures or grey areas to him because he saw the world in its very clearly distinct black and white colours, knowing that there was only ever winners and losers and that he would always be one of the winners. Cleveland’s chaotic masses would continually entertain him with whatever violence, debauchery, sexual desire and gratification that he saw fit and there was a vast array of participants whom where unwittingly available to take part in these devious games.

  It was not all about his own gratification however because there where many other enjoyable games to be played in Cleveland’s colosseum games such as the gaining of political power, bribing officials, drug running, prostitution rings and even extortion. All of these unseen games he was a well versed veteran in and well placed within the corrupted power structure of Cleveland’s society to manipulate events into his favour. Anyone whom dared to cross him or get in his way would simply be destroyed, thus continuing his ruthless “survival of the fittest” gladiator games within his beloved arena of power acquisition. As he contently smoked his expensive Cuban cigar he relished watching the hustle and bustle of the little people as they all frantically scurried around far below him. All worked so very hard so that he may continue to live at the top of the food chain and continue his sordid and sinful existence of unbridled gratification and debouched sexual stimulation.

  He smiled to himself as he had another satisfactory sip of his fine red wine which was soon followed by another puff of his sort after Cuban cigar, both of which tasted that much better knowing that they were simply out of reach for the everyday peasantry whom populated the city far below. He was not even particularly fond of either the wine or the cigar’s taste but relished knowing that the average commoner could not afford them and this is what he liked about them, there out of reach extortionate opulence and extravagance. Their taste had never concerned him but there desirability did and this is what had always attracted him even when he was a young man because being denied something made that something that much more desirable. He had made a bad habit of collecting desirable things in these recent years and the full spectrum of his collection was unknown even to him but it spanned the full entirety of his illicit activities. He obsessively kept all his nefarious dealings meticulously recorded in a secret compartment within his desk because he liked to use the information as a weapon if an enemy or rival wanted to steal his sought after throne.

  His then apprehensive thoughts about this potentially destructive information then disappeared as he then heard the familiar sound of the ensuite shower turn on which was soon followed by the hot steam which immediately started to infiltrate the bedroom. This forced a now smiling and giddy Sweeney to joyfully get out of bed with his drink and quietly tip toe towards the bedside mirror where he used the mirrors reflection to have a sneaky peek into the shower room. He then pleasurably touched himself as he looked at another part of his immense collection, a beautifully naked and perfected female body in all of its sensual glory. He unknowingly bit his cigar as he eagerly watched the warm soapy bubbles slowly trickle down the blonde’s beautifully well-toned and fine female body which possessively belonged to him and him alone.

  He then shouted a question at his unknown companion whilst he covertly and leeringly looked at her naked body of sheer perfection “Everything to your satisfaction my dear?” His polite tone however was not matched by the brash reply that came immediately from the unknown female within his opulent shower “Get lost creep! And stop looking at me with that mirror again will you? Geez! What does a girl have to do to get some privacy around here?” An undaunted and smiling Sweeney then proceeded to ungracefully move towards his large closet and grabbed one of his red and black silk bath robes which had been given to him as a gift from a recently arrived Chinese delegation. The Chinese had boasted to him that it was made from the finest and rarest silks from the Far East and this alone was enough for him to adore it as he eagerly slipped it on. He then slipped on the accompanying and comfortable black velvet slippers which matched the bath robes splendidly outlandish insinuation that extravagance was to be seen and not shared.

  He was a man of exquisite taste and nothing else mattered to him, not even the expendable little people whom helped him acquire such wondrous things like the stunningly beautiful blonde whom now satisfactorily graced his shower. He had amassed and consolidated so much wealth and power within himself that he had sometimes even felt sorry for his numerous enemies who would dare challenge his authoritative dominance of Cleveland. Every now and then a young usurper would occasionally try to oust the emperor from his hardly fought for throne but he would deal with them harshly and give them no quarter, creatively changing the upstart into a dreadfully terrorising symbol for others to become fearful off.

  Sweeney saw this creation of a symbol, more commonly known as murder, as a necessity for his empire to flourish but murder could only be used on certain people and not other more important public individuals whom had wronged him. One of those unsavoury blasphemers was his fellow Democrat representative Beverly Mills Vincent whom he had instinctively punched in the face during session at Congress after he had rudely called him “traitor” and a “son of a bitch”. The Kentucky representative’s totally uncalled for verbally abusive assault upon his good character had been because of his public denouncement of a congressional bill which was aimed at enforcing national conscription. He felt that the bill was secretively aimed at bringing the United States into World War II on the side of the Allies and whose specific member he had always hated since he was a child.

  He had always held a special place within his black heart for the detestable United Kingdom since he learned about how there fledgling colony had defeated the mighty British Empire when he was a child. He was so certain with his convictions about the accused country that he was secretly involved in many Irish republican efforts to oust them from Northern Ireland, secretly admiring the Fenian movements numerous bombs that dotted the besieged capital of London at the end of the last century. He was also secretively a Nazi sympathiser and an admirer of Hitler’s political party policies towards ethnic minorities and the Jews in particular, adoring the skilled politician’s remarkable ability to manhandle the rest of Europe’s weak minded leaders into thinking that he was a man of peace.

  If he had it his own way the United States would join with the Nazi’s and complete the destruction of the conniving British Empire which had so ruthlessly dominated his own homeland. He had no real love for the Irish republicans themselves or their supposedly righteous cause but if the Nazi’s wanted to destroy the United Kingdom like they did, then he would help them both in any way that he could from his seat in congress. In reference to their dramatic altercation upon the house floor of Congress, the house doorkeeper Joseph Sinnot had stated that “It was the best fistfight that he had ever seen in his fifty years in the House” and so further embarrassed the representative of Ohio.

  His devilishly cunning and resurgent mind however had recently been obsessed by how to eliminate Vincent without being suspected, thinking that the time for revenge was now right. His inexcusable insolence that he had willingly shown towards him in such a public place demanded a sudden and harsh response but with Vincent he knew that he would have to be more careful with his approach. He had already decided that because of the very public nature of his embarrassment whilst he was in his seat of power in Washington, Vincent would simply have to be murdered. He however desired to make it look like an accident and would have to wait to finalise his political colleague’s premature departure from this world because he did not wish to act too soon for fear of being suspected.

  He knew just the man to call in order to sort out this particularly delicate problem but it would have to wait until he had sorted out his other, more immediate problem. This distinctively uniqu
e problem had been a thorn in his side for many years now, gently prodding and poking him but now had become miraculously transformed from this minor hindrance and into a full blown annoyance. This blasphemer whom was now continually starting to annoy him was none other than the man whom he had help put into power in the first place, Cleveland’s safety director, Eliot Ness.

  The smiling and smoking Sweeney’s face suddenly changed into a scowl as he thought about the troublesome ex-prohibition agent. He then walked over to the foot of his bed and took out a small sealed container from underneath his larger glass container, with housed the large Red-bellied black snake, and opened its lid. He then took out one of the four live white mice that squeaked as he lifted it by the tail, opened the glass lid of the snake container and dropped the rodent into its painted colosseum that would only ever have one victor. He then took a moment to amuse himself with its quick demise as the black snake instantly attacked its prey without remorse, satisfactorily imagining that Ness was the troublesome rodent and that he was the victorious snake.

  He then went over to the busk of Caesar and instinctively took off the golden laurel reef crown which sat upon the emperors head and placed it proudly upon his own whilst triumphantly looking at himself within his bedside mirror, fruitlessly attempting to forget about the annoying man’s face whom had been continually criticizing him within the newspapers. After this briefly unsatisfactorily foray into the realms of fantasy he then walked over to his window and looked upon the beautifully broken and twisted city that he had come to single handily dominate. Ness’s arrogant face then irritatingly flashed across his troubled mind yet again because Ness and his two troublesome allies, the naively malleable mayor Burton and the irritable county prosecutor Cullitan, where now becoming a constant source of annoyance for himself and his unseen associates.

  The unsolved Mad Butcher case was also now causing him immense irritation because it was being used by his political opponents as a whipping tool against him in all manner of his public affairs. Just the very mention of the killers name would now produce an instantaneous image of himself alongside Ness and Burton in a line-up of negligent officials whom appeared to be inept at locating to famed butcherer of humans. The gold laurel reef wearing Sweeney groaned in displeasure as he thought of himself being associated so closely with Ness and puffed on his fat cigar in a futile attempt to alleviate this irritability.

  He soon tired of the spectacular rainy night view thanks to the untimely intrusion of Ness’s unwelcome image yet again as it flashed across his wandering mind which caused him to instantly make his way over to his desk which was conveniently located in the adjoining room. He then eagerly sat down upon his highly decorative leather bound chair and briefly looked over his shoulder so as he could still see the continual steam coming out of the hot shower, adamant to take his mind off the troublesome safety director with pleasant thoughts of past sexual conquests. He then smelt the air and adored the sweet smell of a refined and aroused woman after he had just pleasured her because it was like the smell of success which massaged his ego and continually congratulated him on his ability to pleasure a woman.

  He lifted up his index finger and could still satisfactorily smell his conquest upon it and slowly put it into his wanting mouth, pleasurably sucking on it whilst sneakily looking at her reflection again but this time through the strategically placed wall mirror which hung nearby the shower. Her perfectly formed naked and soapy body was being washed in full vigour and he took great pleasure in watching these provocatively forming bubbles as they slowly trickled down her firm arched back and then proceeded to effortlessly fall between her lovely ass cheeks. She then turned to the side to unknowingly show off her perfectly formed, tear drop shaped breasts as they gently bounced up and down whilst she clumsily tried to wash her feet one by one. The covertly leering Sweeney knew that she was simply nothing more than a glorified whore to him but she was a still a glorious sight to behold, pleasing to look upon and even more pleasing to have sex with.

  After a momentary foray into the darkest depths of his own depravity he then reluctantly turned back towards his desk, placed his drink upon it and unlocked a draw with a key that he had cleverly hidden within his selected silk gown. He then leisurely opened up his secretive desk draw and pulled out a multitude of colourful papers and placed them haphazardly upon his large wooden desk. This caused the previously smart looking desk to suddenly become chaotic in appearance as he determinedly flipped through the papers and became irritated as he realised that his new and young secretary had not ordered them the way he liked it, alphabetically.

  He attempted to remind himself to teach her a lesson later on that week, a crude sexual lesson as he had done similarly with his previous eighteen secretaries whom had all unfortunately disappointed him in a mixed variety of ways. He had always had sex with his secretaries soon after he had employed them and considered it part of their unspoken job description but had all too quickly tired of them as time wore on. After these first few weeks of seducing them with his wealth and tricking them into thinking that he was a good and decent man, he simply tired of them after he slept with them and moved on to the next catch. He knew that his problem is that he was selecting the most beautiful secretary and not the most well trained and no matter how many times he told himself to only select the most skilled, he would always melt within the interview and instinctively follow his unsated fantasies. He saw them as another extension of his own all-encompassing domain and therefor his property to do with as he deemed fit and as he sat there, he promised himself to not take part in the forthcoming secretarial interview.

  As he then hastily paged through the chaotic mass of confusing papers that lay messily upon his desk, he suddenly saw an old photograph of himself as a child with his beloved first cousin, Francis. Both children were smiling and liking ice creams whilst sitting on the grass with the spectacular sight of the fully lit Euclid Beach Amusement Park behind them. He stopped and looked at it for a while as a rush of an unfamiliar nostalgia filled up within him, a peculiar sensation that he had not felt in a long time and thought he had long ago become immune too. Francis or “Frank” was his favourite cousin and he always remembered him with a sincere fondness and a childlike longing for simpler days of the past.

  The Caesar-like and gilded headed congressmen then leaned back in his chair whilst smoking and lovingly looked at the preciously forgotten photograph, fondly reminiscing about their unbreakable bond that had long ago cemented itself within both their lives. This unique bond was still vibrantly strong because they had always looked out for each other since they were very young and Frank, being much bigger than he was, would always defend him at school from the numerous bullies that blighted his youth. These bullies had always tormented him specifically about his unmanaged weight gain and his embarrassing nervous stammer that he had long since grown out of. These troublesomely ageless bullies were still alive and well within his damaged psyche and would occasionally reveal themselves in times of great stress to torment him again and pressurise him to give up on any potentially beneficial endeavour, be it personal of business related. To this day they had made him feel belittled and ashamed of himself but in a way he was thankful to them because this is why he had become so very determined to make a success of himself in life and to rise mercilessly above all whom opposed him.

  Sweeney was determined never to be the subject of ridicule again and the only way he could think of not being laughed at was to become the ruthless master of all he surveyed. He allowed a victorious smile to develop across his face as he slowly took another satisfyingly pleasurable long puff on his cigar and leaned back in his leather chair. He then pleasantly recalled on one occasion how his loyal bodyguard Frank had single headedly beaten up these same bullies after running them down with their clinically insane father’s truck. Frank had pre-planned his revenge upon the small group and once he had brutally mowed them down he had then proceeded to pounce on them in a mad rage and beat them up
so badly that all three of them had to go to hospital. Only his timely intervention had prevented his maddened cousin from potentially doing irreparable damage on the terrible trio and upon stopping the maddened Frank, his cousin had then shockingly asked him to kick each of the bullies in the head to ensure that they learned a harsh lession.

  At first he had hesitated upon seeing there beaten state but then Frank had stated to him that if he did teach them a lesion then they would simply continue with their unacceptable behaviour. He then followed his cousin’s wise advice and did so with surprisingly immense pleasure, relishing in the brutality of his revenge and adoring the instant feeling of power that flowed through his previously timid system. He learnt an important lesion from his cousin that day and that was that in order to succeed in life you have to be ruthless, demand respect and harshly punish those whom do not comply with your wishes. He also realised that the only people that you can ultimately depend on in life is yourself and a close bloodline relative and so from then on he surrounded himself with loyal muscle, not only for his personal protection but also to instil an unspoken fearful dominance about his person. He then instilled this unspoken rule throughout his entire life in both areas of his public life within politics and his private life within crime.