7 Deadly Tales (Seven Thrilling Reads!)

by Luis Samways

  ‘So now that I have your attention again, I’m up for a little game. I did, in fact, blow up the train you just saw. If this was a game of poker, we would all be on the flop. Three cards down, two to go. I will reveal two things now. Obviously, the train is card one. Card two is about to be turned. Bang, it’s a good one!

  Half of the passengers were taken off the train and to safety before the other half blew to hell. That’s right. One hundred gone, one hundred saved. Now let’s move to card three.

  I have a special V.I.P guest on that train. That person will play an integral part as card three. The person is Crystal Smith. Boya!

  Now if you don’t know who Crystal Smith is, let me enlighten you. She is the Boston District Attorney’s daughter and a wild card. Before you assume I killed her to make a statement, please Mr DA, give me a call. He knows my number. It’s that eight digit number he ignores. Contact me, Mr DA, in the next minute so we can further discuss this most fascinating game. Do you think I killed your daughter in the explosion? Or did I save her sweet ass. To make things even more enthralling, I’m going to bring on a female to the stage, so to speak. Her identity will be concealed, but I’m hoping that her presence will sway the DA in the right direction. If the DA answers wrong, this girl gets a bullet in her head. If he gets the answer right, she lives. Time starts now. You better get dialling, Eddie.’

  Eddie watches Chase drag a girl into the shot. Her head is concealed under a white knapsack like the previous hostages. She is visibly shaking as Chase whispers something into her ear. Eddie’s hands tremble as he drops his empty glass on the floor.

  Shaw faces him. ‘Look you need to ring him or the girl will die.’ Shaw holds out a phone.

  ‘I…Don’t know his number.’ ‘The number is in this Phone. I put Frank’s SIM card into it so we could hit redial and call Chase back. You’ll get through.’

  Chase’s image fills the room from the ominous TV screen.

  ‘I…I…I,’ ‘Ring him!’ Shaw commands and hands the phone to Eddie.

  Eddie’s fingers stumble as he attempts to press the green button. Shaw mashes the button and holds the phone close to Eddie’s ear. The dial tone starts as a ringing sound echoes from the TV. Chase smiles as he looks down at the ringing phone on the stool next to him. The girl starts to cry as Chase picks up the phone.

  ‘I’m glad you did not fold, Eddie,’ says Chase in a chilling tone.

  Eddie watches the TV in shock and horror. His blood like ice coursing through his veins.

  ‘Speak up, Eddie, I could swear you’re not talking. That doesn’t bode well for this foxy lady.’ Chase grabs the girl’s arm. She lets out a terrifying scream.

  ‘Crystal?’ Eddie shouts.

  Chase laughs and red raw mark shines on her arm in the dim light. Connor squeezes harder.

  ‘The bitch can’t hear you, Mr DA. I’d play my hand if I was you. Or all bets are off. Did I kill your daughter on the train or is she standing here next to me?’

  Eddie stutters. ‘I don’t believe you ever had her,’ he finally says.

  Chase laughs and lets the girl go. He scratches his face with the shiny metallic barrel of his Desert Eagle.

  ‘I had a feeling you would play your cards like that. You have a terrible poker face. I’ll see you to that bet. Roll the footage,’ Connor orders.

  Crystal stands in the middle of the train’s cabin holding a newspaper. The camera zooms into her face and then down to the newspaper. The date is today’s morning’s issue.

  Chase’s face replaces the clip. ‘Did you like the little video of your daughter on board the train? Now, I want to know, was she placed at the front of the train with those unlucky souls or did she get a second chance and is she standing next to me? What’s your answer? Make it snappy, DA Smith.’

  Eddie freezes and studies the girl on the screen. ‘You killed her, didn’t you, you son of a bitch?’ Eddie clenches his fist in anger.

  Ninety Two

  Sandra’s ears ring as she lies flat on her back, looking up at the sky. White clouds disappear as black smoke bellows out into the crisp air. She turns her head slightly and sees Mike lying unconscious nearby. She heaves herself up, the ringing in her ear still gnawing at her. She finally manages to balance on her feet and looks at the devastation around her.

  Debris floats in the air like pollen. Smoke fogs the air. She struggles to breath and coughs violently. She moves away from the searing inferno. The train in front of her is in pieces. Fire chars the sides of the platform and engulfs the tracks.

  People are screaming in pain and Sandra spots someone trapped between the train and platform. She rushes over and finds a woman in distress. She bends to try and help.

  The dark woman looks at Sandra with pleading eyes. ‘Please help me.’ ‘Everything is going to be alright,’ Sandra assures her.

  ‘Hurry. I’m pregnant.’

  Sandra sees a pair of disembodied legs and realises who they belong to.

  Sandra grabs her hand. ‘I’m here,’ she says softly.

  The woman chokes on blood oozing from her mouth. Her eyes roll back in her head. Sandra grips her hand harder.

  ‘Stay with me.’ Sandra pleads.

  The woman’s grip loosens and her hand drops to her side.

  Sandra lets go as the woman’s breathing ceases.

  Ninety Three

  ‘I guess you will never know.’ Chase places the gun on the terrified girls head and pulls the trigger. His laughter blends with the sound of the shot and the girl’s skull explodes on screen.

  Eddie and Shaw watch in shock. Connor smiles with satisfaction and holsters his weapon. ‘I’m sure we will meet again at some point. Maybe you’ll learn to play your cards right. Till then, I bid you farewell.’

  Connor hangs the phone up.

  Eddie shakes uncontrollably. Chief Shaw gently pushes Eddie into a seat and grabs a flask from his jacket, He hands it to a wide-eyed and speechless Eddie.

  Connor paces on screen and he addresses the camera.

  ‘Now we have that out of the way.’ He brushes his hands together. ‘I look forward to phone calls from the people in charge of this show. I will continue to do things my way until I get what I want. The authorities know where I am and how to contact me. If they don’t get in touch with me in the next hour, I will kill every single person in this building. Then I’ll be out of here. Let the government explain why more than three hundred people had to die. This whole “we won’t negotiate with terrorists” thing hasn’t panned out well so far. You’ll be hearing from me soon’

  The broadcast ends. The screen goes dark. The officer’s in the room remain in shock.

  Shaw pats Eddie on the shoulder. Eddie slowly walks towards the door and a sea of officer’s part the way for him. At the door, he turns around and gives Shaw an apologetic look. The room goes sour with dismayed silence.

  Ninety Four

  Officer Mullins hears another knock on the passenger window as he taps his fingers nervously on the steering wheel. He turns, expecting to see his partner and sees Frank McKenzie patiently waiting instead.

  Mullins quickly unlocks the door.

  ‘What are you doing here?’ Mullins asks as Frank gets in.

  ‘I was going to ask you the same thing.’

  ‘I’m just sitting here doing nothing while the world goes to shit.’

  Frank laughs and lights a cigarette.

  ‘Truth is I don’t like sitting on my ass doing nothing,’ Mullins admits.

  ‘We don’t have to.’ Frank opens the ashtray on the dashboard and taps the end of his cigarette.

  ‘What do you mean?’

  ‘You may have noticed that I don’t necessarily follow orders in some situations.’

  Mullins smiles and checks his rear view mirror. ‘I can’t say I’ve noticed that, Frank.’

  ‘Take notice now. You can either be with me or against me. I trust you. You’re a good kid with a bright future, a future that won’t exist if we don’t stop th
is madness. If you would start the ignition and get us out of here, I’d appreciate it.’

  Ninety Five

  ‘His men have moved hostages to the make-shift studio and one guard is placing white sacks on the hostage’s heads. Connor moves to the camera and looks through the viewfinder. ‘I want a polished wide view. This shot is too crammed. Not all of the hostages will be in the shot. Someone move the camera back so we can get them all in.’

  One of his men obeys and moves the bulky tripod a few meters back. He bends and looks in the viewfinder, giving Connor a thumbs up.

  Connor nods and moves to the mass of hostages. Twenty or so people kneel with their heads down as white sacks are put on their heads. The material rustles loudly as the men and women struggle in different ways to come to terms with their situation.

  ‘If everyone does what I say and stays quiet, no one is going to get hurt,’ Connor promises as he watches the last bag being put on the hostage’s head.

  Connor moves over to the camera. ‘We are going live in ten minutes. I want complete silence. If anyone screams or says a damn word, we will have problems.’

  Connor stares into the camera lens. The room with its sea of bodies feels tense with an eerie anticipation of events to come.

  Ninety Six

  ‘What do you mean you don’t know where they are?’ Shaw stares daggers at the officer in front of him.

  ‘I don’t know, Sir. I went down to see what was happening and the convoy was gone. Not one patrol car or squad truck to be seen. ‘The officer brushes his hands nervously on his sides.

  ‘A parking lot full of officers can’t just go missing. And our SWAT?’

  ‘I don’t know Sir.’

  ‘Fuck it. Get me Frank.’

  ‘I can’t find him either, Sir.’

  ‘Just follow the destruction and misery. Frank won’t be too far from it all!’

  ‘I’m sure your right, Sir.’

  ‘Just get me the DA. I need to talk to someone with half a brain.’

  ‘Sir…’ ‘Let me fucking guess. No DA either?’

  ‘Sir...’ the officer stutters again.

  “Fucking dandy!’ Shaw thumps his desk.

  Ninety Seven

  ‘Are you sure this is a good idea, Frank?’ Asks Mullins as he pulls hard on the steering wheel, swerving around a corner.

  ‘Pretty sure.’ Frank watches the light traffic part around them.

  ‘Are we are going to get fired for this?’

  Frank smiles. ‘Probably.’

  Mullins struggle to keep control of the speeding patrol car.

  ‘Look kid, I’m an expert on getting fired. If you do a good job, truth is, they can’t fire you. They need you if you are one in a million.’

  ‘Well we are undeniably that Frank. I mean there aren’t a million who would disobey orders and take matters into their own hands. Convincing thirty odd officers to come along on the fast track to early retirement is probably rare, too.’

  ‘Who needs a pension, kid?’

  Mullins pushes hard on the accelerator and they speed through Boston’s midtown. Rays of blue and red colour the night traffic and hit the horizon. Frank checks the rear view mirror. Four SWAT trucks struggle to keep up with them. Their radio cracks as an urgent voice comes over the CB.

  ‘Were coming up on the building. Be prepared for heavy resistance. Remember that they have RPGs on the roof.’

  Frank sees the M.I.T building in the distance.

  ‘Time to end this shit once and for all. Frank takes one last long drag on his cigarette and flicks the butt out the window.

  Ninety Eight

  ‘You’re all probably tired of hearing from me. Truth is I’m fed up with addressing all of you. The authorities have yet to take me seriously. What does a guy have to do? Murder the DA’s daughter? Check. Blow up a train? Check. Kill my family and friends? Check. Hold three hundred people hostage? Check. Kill a few on live TV? Check. Kill an undercover cop? Check. ‘

  Chief Shaw looks on as Connor Chase lectures and paces.

  ‘We have twenty five people bound and gagged and ready to take machine gun fire. Would that be a good way to end the proceedings?’

  Chase looks almost sad for a moment. ‘I don’t want to be known as a senseless killer who murdered a lot of people but did not get what he wanted. That would be a travesty.’

  ‘Should all these people die just so the government can put me to death? Shouldn’t they die for something worthy? Would it have been so terrible to change the laws of privacy? To protect our citizens of their information? To protect them from the all-seeing, all-knowing government? Yes, it would be pretty poetic if they died for a reason. Wouldn’t it be nice if they didn’t have to die at all? I’m not to blame here. I will not take responsibility for the lost souls who have perished this week. Events are not in my control so I won’t accept responsibility for the consequences.’

  The camera pans to the hostages who remain silent and still. Chase pulls out his cell phone and dials a number. The phone next to Shaw rings and his hands tremble as he reaches for the receiver. He raises it to his ear.

  ‘Hello?’ Sweat forms on his brow and trickles down his cheek.

  ‘May I speak to Detective Frank McKenzie? Make it quick. We are on a live broadcast across the nation, after all,’ Chase’s white Tux shines brightly in the harsh light.

  ‘I’m sorry, but he left the station a while ago’

  ‘This little piggy is going to reign down hellfire like a ton of bricks if you don’t get him as soon as possible.’ The phone goes dead. Before Shaw can hang up the phone gunshots echo from the TV.

  Two guards on Chase’s right hit the deck as an assortment of bullets fly. Chase hits the floor as armed men in flak jackets burst onto the scene. The camera falls to the ground to a whooshing sound.

  The camera is still recording, but visibility is down to zero. Smoke has filled Chase’s studio. The sound of gunfire continues. Occasionally, the smoke clears enough to reveals shell casings on the floor.

  People in the incident room can hear people moving but no one can see a thing. Shaw grabs the phone and dials a number. He slams it down in frustration when he gets no answer. Almost immediately the phone rings. ‘Hello?’ ‘Hey Chief, it’s Frank.

  I’m sorry for taking the trucks.’

  ‘Did you just shoot up a room full of terrorists filled with hostages?

  ‘What are you on about? We haven’t gone in yet’

  Shaw’s eyes widen in fear. He looks at the TV screen. The smoke is beginning to clear, but all he can see are feet. The sound of gunshots volley through the phone.

  Ninety Nine

  Frank rushes behind the patrol car’s door and cocks the hammer on his weapon. He peers through the window.

  A shot reigns above his head and glass shatters. Gunshots fill the area as the police return fire. Seven armed men in flak jackets move toward him. He aims his 9mm at one of them and presses the trigger. The man takes the shot in the chest and casually peels the bullet off of his jacket.

  He returns fire and pierces the squad car’s door. Frank hugs the ground for cover and shards of glass cover the ground and cut Frank’s palms as he pushes himself up against the bullet riddled door.

  Officer Mullins on the other side of the car imitates Frank and shoots from cover. Mullins fires blindly and winks at Frank.

  ‘Crazy Fucker.’ Frank reloads a mag into his gun. It clicks into place and he stands, leans on the car door and fires at the men near the entrance of the building. Chase is hiding behind a pillar. Men in flak jackets return his fire. Bullets ricochet off their jackets as the officer’s fire blindly. One man bends and rummages through a large bag. He pulls out a light machine gun and wraps ammo around his shoulder. He braces the gun and the men with him retreat to the pillars near Chase.

  The man sports a wide position as he lets loose and fires the heavy gun. A massive number of rounds pierce nearby patrol cars and carnage unfolds. The officers in front of Fr
ank duck for cover behind a car. The two officers in the distance remain grounded as the onslaught continues.

  Frank watches in amazement. One of the officers raises his head and his head explodes in a mist of red.

  A second officer is mowed down by the LMG.

  Frank bolts out from behind the car door and walks towards the maniac with the gun, continuously firing his 9MM. The man jolts the gun toward Frank. Frank’s finger pulls the trigger and nothing comes out. He screams.

  One Hundred

  ‘I’ve tried contacting him, but I can’t get an answer.’ Shaw looks at the officers staring at him. ‘Are you sure you did not send anyone in?’ He takes a swig of coffee as he braces for the answer. ‘I understand Sir. Okay. Shaw hangs up the phone. ‘Washington doesn’t have any idea about who shot up the M.I.T building. The only thing they know is that it wasn’t them.’

  Shaw takes another long sip on his coffee and ponders the situation.

  ‘We need to figure out who was behind it, but right now, we need to get to Frank and the boys. Washington has sent the FBI to secure the building and hopefully back us up. It’s been a hell of a ride, people, but we can’t rest until our men and the hostages are safe.’

  The office erupts with questions. Shaw holds up a hand.

  ‘We’re going down to the M.I.T building to assist the FBI. It’s likely you will have to fire your weapons. Sounds like Frank and the boys are getting heavy resistance. Whatever happens, protect yourselves and the hostages. Go get them, gentlemen.’

  The officers cheer as another officer rushes into the room.

  ‘The FBI has secured the area,’ he says excitedly. ‘But there are no signs of Connor or his men. They report five causalities; all Boston PD. Frank was hit pretty badly. He suffered gunshot wounds to his chest.’