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TxM6: Taxi Murders the Novel -Chapter 4
The Incest of Serial Murder - Lilith, Abel & Caine
(c) 2003 Sean Farragher
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Chapter 4

James Albert Caine IV
& Others

April 1969; 13:02:22


173rd Airborne Brigade with 4th Infantry almost over run by. 174th NVA
Regiment. Dak To, Hill 875, Kontum Province, Vietnam


Caine Journals:


"In Vietnam, two years past now, full scale wars: the battle for Hill 875
began its third day; It's now 0100 Hours and 21 November 1967. I have
started my second tour. I can feel my half curled palms, and the tremors in
my arms as adrenaline rushes. I need this threat, struggle to keep me safe.
I need life for death."

In 1967 on day ten of his first tour in Nam at 0620 Hours, First Lieutenant
and Bravo Company XO, Jimmy Albert Caine IV humped the grunts up the hill
after Bravo Company Commander, Captain John R. Ashland, West Point 1962,
who led the assault, was captured by the enemy. Captain Ashland's remains
were never found.

By 1200 Hours three hours after insertion there would be 46 CASUALTIES (23
KIA) including the commander of Second Platoon, Lieut. Mark Weygand. Mr.
Weygand, West Point Star man, who had been in-country four months, and was
23 years old.

Awarded posthumously his second Bronze Star for valor, he was survived by
his wife, and twin boys, 2 months old -- infants he would never know. Mr.
Weygand had graduated 3rd in his class with the rank of Cadet Captain.
Biography makes the imaginary real and the real imaginary. More detail:
Jimmy Caine graduated from West Point class of 1964. He spent the two years
following at Oxford as a Rhodes scholar. In London, Caine, know as the
Kensington stalker, murdered three women. He was never charged with the
crimes.

Caine knew Weygand at the Point. "he made beast barracks hell. I remember
him as driven to be the best. We may both melt to earth. War is more than a
coincidence. Murder is a complicated kiss"


Caine by The Gadfly:

In 1968, Lieutenant Caine was the illegitimate father of four-year-old boy
Antonio Joseph Corvino AKA the man called Abel. Years later, Antonio with
his lover and half-sister, Maria, AKA the woman called Lilith, stalked,
kidnapped and murdered twelve late term pregnant women.

Abel born Antonio Corvino chose his biblical name for ironic slight of hand
and revenge. Caine & Abel never met.

Presumably dead on 30 April 1975 Colonel Caine, lost on Saigon's last day,
returned from the dead  Some claim Caine did not die, but was MIA held
captive by Laotian Communists. Others say his resurrection was predicted.
Set alive again his miracle would save the life of a woman he would never
meet.

Take what the Gadfly claims as partial truth. As a Journalist I record
memory as well as imagination, and in this literary forms I am more the
story that unfolds into a perennial-mutating, metamorphic bug.

Actually, I love the story as the lie and never was a bug. 100 million
years ago we, you and I, all creatures were eaten by some infernal spiny
critter and we flew like a blind sparrow into the beaks and were gathered
with honey. Can't you taste that sticky phlegm that sticks to your wings.
Semen runs from my fingertips. I can fuck ten women and three men at once.
I once made a Priest bear his own daughter. As the woman he became he stood
next to her as a witness feeling every push and pull, contraction and
expansion. He lived in pain and claimed he felt pure giving birth.

I created Caine to birth the murder his son would spawn. Young man Caine in
that other mind (copied from the London Press) Caine feared dying. Murder
keeps me breathing. War preserves my illusions. "I do not fear life. Mary
Gail Weldon, my first lover taught me to fuck, murder and come "We murdered
that boy for sport. I was fourteen. Mary Gail was sixteen.

Caine is the love of evil. You would never think him evil. You would never
believe I am capable of killing. I have. Caine and I appear strong,
handsome, and certain of our male strength. We murdered women to absorb
their lives. Mary Gail murdered men to feel their pricks unfurl. In that
share vision, man and woman, Caine, Lilith and Abel made the dance supreme.
Mary Gail loved these bloody parties. As Caine I know murder and rape. "I
do not have to be the good man."

Caine and I are the same mouth and share the same voice. We are separate
people twinned in translucent silica that leaks blood.



***



Awarded two Congressional Medals of Honor, the DSC, and five Silver Stars
would on February 14, 1993 Caine lead Malachi, Laurie's father, and the
police to that terrible house where his daughter Laurie captive for ten
months.

Tragedy is a double ended dildo gathered as a serial plot written in
ball-point pen on the back of the hands of twelve year old boys abused by
their fathers and seduced by their mothers.

Abel will slay Caine, and Laurie, Lilith's murderer, will kill Abel for
recompense. Left alone at the end Laurie bears Abel's child. Arrested she
is sentence to five ears for the manslaughter of Lilith in childbirth.
Irony is the servant of sweet fools.

"Tell me Laurie's crime," the gadfly shrieks. Show me Caine's sins. Why was
Laurie punished? How did she survive?

Join the Gadfly at 1090 River Road Edgewater, NJ. There we will meet the
characters, the end game and lone survivor, Laurie. Help us clip the
crumbling wings of these facile humming birds. Murder is an ordinary play
of cards.

I will open this fake stage and as the Bard declare nighttime horror
beguiled by daylight screams proclaimed the winning Trifecta ticket at
Belmont. Join us in this celebration and our witness becomes a salutatory
best in show that makes the bet pay.

I do not eschew verbiage. I am the moral of a deadly story made true by the
act of its creation. No, no one actually dies, suffers or transforms into a
beast. There is only slight Bestiality here. I prefer human companions.




***



The Gadfly:

Lilith became the second architect of despised motherhood's cult that came
to be known as Genesis. "I make the scaffold broad and trim to hold 'ever'
the several spiked heads of the slut mothers of the children of god; "their
cunts harbor weak gods."

Lilith murdered the mothers to protect the infant children. She set the
infants free exactly seven days after the mothers gave birth. Lilith kept
one who raised as her daughter. Another died post partum. A third she
murdered after dreaming that the child would someday murder one of her
children. "That infant was a beast Lilith screamed at Abel. "Burn her
quickly after aging him in lime. I know he is kin to our father."

Lilith called by a local prophet, Madam Sorosis, "a  mask that projects
evil in its nasty carnival. Madam S knew about the murders. She did
nothing."

Lilith wrote in her journal, "in another time all of "this would be named
an absurd comedy staged by miscreants bled on the cunny's tooth."

Imagine Lilith seducing her brother. Mother Victoria watches. As they watch
and fornicate the three beings share the vision of murder and death. Soon
brother and sister will murder the mother. Victoria did not start the
avalanche. Luther started the fall.

Gathering his sister to his Priestly vestments this not historic Luther
raped and murdered his father. Immigrating to the USA Luther set in motion
the schemes that would make taxi murders seem tame. More to follow.

"Murder drips in sweet blood," Lilith said.

"When I insert the heads of my women in their plastic bag I hold hands
as they breathe their last note. Cutting out their cunts they scream to
breathe but cannot. I make them that human sacrifice called my
celebration of human nature."










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