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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. If you are offended by
sexually explicit material or are under the age of 18, stop reading
now. This material cannot be reproduced for commercial purposes
without the consent of the author.
Glen Wiseman
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2003
Chapter 8
Glen returned to the cabin after taking a short hike around the
property. They had been waiting three days for Amos and there
had been no sign. Everyone's nerves were getting frazzled as they
waited. Glen, tired of staying in the house, had finally taken a
walk. The trio said they would watch from the window in case
something happened to him.
He opened the door and stepped in, shouting that he was back. He
glanced at the couch and saw the Metchettes looking at him in fear
and with duct-tape covering their mouths. He had barely processed
that information when Amos stepped out from behind the door
with the stun gun. Glen went down.
Glen woke on the floor and waited to get control before opening
his eyes. Opening his eyes just a slit, he saw Amos standing above
him about to kick him in the stomach. Glen curled into as tight a
ball as he could. The foot slammed into his shins. Amos screamed
in rage and went to kick his face. He tucked his face behind his
knees. The kick glanced off the knees and smashed into his
forehead. Glen felt like someone had just tried to scalp him.
He remained on the floor curled up to the best of his ability. Amos
landed as many kicks as he could, but none of them seriously
injured Glen. Finally tired from all of his efforts, Amos stepped
away and stood in front of the Metchettes. He stated, "I'm going to
cut off his balls and make him watch what I do to you. He's going
to suffer knowing that you are counting on him to save you and he
can't do a damned thing."
Glen looked over at the trio and winked to let them know that he
wasn't really hurt. All three gave the barest of nods. They all had
their hands free, but were sitting there as though they were
helpless.
He looked over at Amos and almost laughed aloud. Gathering all
of his strength, he extended his legs as fast and hard as he could.
His left foot made direct contact with the side of Amos' knee.
There was a huge crack and Amos toppled like a tree cut down in
the forest. Screaming in pain, Amos leaned forward to grab his
knee. The Metchettes sprang forward with their knives extended.
Each was trying to hit Amos in the stomach. The knives went into
him with ease.
The three pulled out their knives as pools of blood swelled and
discolored his shirt. They sat back and cut the tape around their
legs. The twins stood up and ran outside. Cliff paused to cut the
tape around Glen's wrists. He handed his knife to Glen. Glen
ripped the tape off his mouth. It took off half his facial hair in the
processes. He shouted to Cliff, "Get the girls out of here! There are
clothes behind the seat in your truck."
Cliff ran out to the truck and joined the girls in it. The girls had just
retrieved the key for the truck from the place they had hidden it.
They handed the key to Cliff. In seconds they were pulling out.
Four minutes later they were at the end of the road. Cliff stopped
the truck and turned to the girls. He said, "Pull the seat back
forward. Glen said he had put some clothes in there."
Inside the cabin, Glen finished getting the tape off his ankles.
Amos was rolling around on the floor in considerable pain. He was
holding his stomach as blood continued to pour out of the cuts.
Glen took stock of the situation trying to decide what to do next.
Amos was screaming, "I'm going to kill those bitches. They're
mine and I'm going to kill them."
Glen moved over to Amos and said, "No, they are mine and you
are never going to see them again."
"I'm going to kill all three of those bitches and I'm going to make
you watch."
Glen knelt down and rolled Amos over onto his stomach. Pressing
a knee in his back, he grabbed the head of the man under him. He
twisted it as hard as he could. The neck made a sickening popping
sound as vertebra gave way to the forces placed upon them. Amos
thrashed and stopped moving. Glen waited a second and then
checked to make sure that Amos was dead. There was no pulse. He
said, "You are never going to see them again."
Glen got up and went to his truck. His shins hurt from where he
had been kicked. Amos had hurt him a little and, as he walked to
the truck, he wondered if he should head to the hospital. He
decided that he would follow the Metchettes. If they went to the
Sheriff, then so would he.
The twins did as suggested and found the cache of clothes. It was
all simple one size fits all t-shirts and sweat pants. There was also a
note. Cliff dressed while the Sandra read the note aloud, "If you
are reading this note, that means that you have escaped Amos. If
any of you are hurt, go directly to the hospital. Do not stop at the
Sheriff. I will do the best I can to keep him from escaping. Glen."
Wanda had finished slipping a T-shirt on and said, "That man. He
really does take care of us."
Cliff, glancing in the rear-view mirror, stated, "Well, I think he's
behind us in the truck. Let's head to the Sheriff's."
Glen, seeing the truck ahead of him, gave him the emergency light
signal they had agreed upon so they would know that it was him
driving. He didn't want them to end up fleeing him and possibly
getting into an accident. He had cautioned them to take their time
and not speed. They were going to be nervous and that wasn't the
best circumstances in which to be driving.
They had reached the main road when Cliff pulled the truck over to
the side of the road. Glen slowed down as he approached them and
stopped behind them. He was in time to see one of the twins
scramble out of the truck. She got about five steps from the truck
and doubled over, vomiting along side the road. He headed over to
her to help. The other twin exited at the same time and started
vomiting as well. Cliff and Glen reached the twins about the same
time. Cliff helped one while Glen helped the other.
After a few minutes, both of them stopped. Sandra, with tears in
her eyes, looked up at Glen. Her lips quivered and she had to take
several deep breaths to get control of herself. Finally, she said, "I'm
sorry. I just realized that my hands were covered in his blood and
that it was all over my shirt."
Wanda was sitting next to the truck softly crying. Cliff was trying
to comfort her. She cried out, "I killed someone."
Glen came over and sat beside her. Crushing her in a hug and
rocking her like a child, he said, "No you didn't. He was very much
alive when you three left."
Wanda sniffled and then asked, "He's going to come after us
again?"
Glen continued to rock her as he answered, "No. He and I had a
little altercation after you left. He's not going to bother you ever
again."
"He's not?"
"Never again will he bother you."
Wanda relaxed. Sandra joined her twin and they hugged each
other. A huge torrent of emotions flooded through them. They
didn't know what to feel. They were free of a monster. Should they
be happy that he was dead? Should they fear Glen who had killed
him? Should they be ashamed for stabbing the monster? Did they
have murderous tendencies? The mix of emotions was
overwhelming. They finally stood up and returned to the pickup
truck.
Cliff closed the door behind them with a solid thud. The smell of
vomit hung thick in the air and it promised to make him sick as
well. He swallowed heavily before he turned to Glen and asked,
"You killed him where he was, didn't you?"
"Yes. He's dead." Glen answered. Glen looked Cliff in the eye for
a minute. Cliff nodded and went back to the truck. Glen went back
to his and followed Cliff as the young man drove off. They headed
directly to the Sheriff's office.
As they drove, Glen couldn't help but consider himself a murderer.
He hadn't acted in self defense, but he wasn't sure that the normal
definition of that concept applied when dealing with an individual
like Amos. As long as Amos lived, he would be a threat. Glen was
convinced that the only way to defend oneself from Amos was to
kill him. He had done that, but it didn't prevent him from feeling
horrible.
When they reached the Sheriffs office all four of them gathered
together and went into the building. The deputy took one look at
the blood and called out for the Sheriff. The Sheriff came out of his
office and took a look at the four people standing there. He took a
deep breath and asked, "Where is the body?"
Glen answered, "He's in my cabin."
The Sheriff turned to the deputy and ordered, "Get out to the
Wiseman place and check it out. Get on the radio as you are going
there and get two cars to meet you there. I'll call the state police
and send them out there as well. I'll call the coroner as well."
The deputy looked over at Glen and nodded in respect. As he
passed by Glen, he whispered, "Don't worry about a thing. I'm
pretty clumsy when it comes to collecting evidence."
Glen laughed and nodded back. The Sheriff went back to the desk
and made several calls. The first one was to the coroner and the
second was to the State Police. Glen, standing near the door, could
hear sirens start up from several different places. The Sheriff made
a third call to his wife, asking her to stop by a store and get four
new sets of sweat pants and t-shirts. He hung up the phone and
came out from behind the counter. He walked over to the door and
locked it.
He turned to face the four people in his office. He cleared his
throat and said, "Listen up everyone."
Glen and the Metchettes turned to face the Sheriff. The Sheriff,
sure that he had their attention, said, "Here is what we are going to
do. I am going to interview each of you individually and without
any record. I will then turn on a recorder and interview you
officially. When we are done, it will be a clear case of self-defense.
Are there any questions?"
Cliff's face scrunched up as he asked, "Why the pretense?"
"I want to make sure that all of your answers do not lead to more
questions. We want to get this behind you so that you can start
living your lives free of any fear." The Sheriff had a very good
idea what had happened and he just wanted these people to get on
with their lives. He didn't really care to know if Glen had
overstepped a few legal boundaries.
Glen nodded and said, "Thanks Sheriff."
The Sheriff pulled Wanda into the office and closed the door.
While they were in there, Helena knocked on the door. Glen
opened it and let her in. She winked at Glen as she came in and
then went to the back of the building carrying a rather large sack
with her. After about twenty minutes the door of the office opened
and the Sheriff led Wanda out.
Glen said, "Helena arrived."
The Sheriff smiled and replied, "Good."
He led Wanda to the back of the building and opened the door that
his wife had entered. The two of them went inside. After just a few
minutes, he came out and led Sandra to his office. Glen asked, "So
how did he get in?"
Cliff said, "I think he was waiting for you to go out. He came in
almost as soon as you hit the back of the property. He took us
down with the stun gun. I came too in time to see him position
himself to be able to jump you when you came in. He had the stun
gun and some pepper spray. I was really afraid that he was going to
use the pepper spray on you."
Glen sat there for a minute thinking about that. Things wouldn't
have turned out differently either way, but he had been lucky. He
was sure that the pepper spray was in case he had come in the
wrong door. It was better at a distance than up close.
After about twenty minutes, the Sheriff brought Sandra out and led
her to the same room. He knocked on the door and then left when
it opened and Sandra went in. Glen watched the proceedings
curiously, wondering what was going on in the other room. The
Sheriff came back and took Cliff into his office. Glen was left
there alone. A woman came into the building, took one look at
him, and left. The expression on her face was priceless. He smiled
as he wondered what she had thought of finding him there. Most
likely, she assumed that he was a criminal and didn't want to risk
getting attacked by him.
He waited patiently. After about twenty minutes the Sheriff led
Cliff out of his office. He knocked on the door and then said
something to Cliff that Glen couldn't hear. The Sheriff left him
standing in front of the door and came over the Glen. He said,
"Come with me."
They went into the office. The Sheriff seated himself behind his
desk and looked at Glen. Glen didn't wait for an invitation before
seating himself in a chair. He looked over at the Sheriff and asked,
"You want to tell me what is going on here?"
The Sheriff said, "You killed him didn't you?"
"Yes, I did. The Metchettes had already left the house when he
died. They didn't have any role in his death."
The Sheriff was proud of Glen in his continued protection of the
Metchettes. He would go to the electric chair maintaining their
innocence. He had done well in selecting Glen to watch over them.
He stated, "You were concerned that he was going to come back
and carry out his threats against them."
"Yes, I was."
The Sheriff took a deep breath. This was the question that he didn't
really want the answer, but he had to understand for his own sake
what had happened there. He asked, "How did you do it?"
"I grabbed his head and twisted until his neck broke."
The Sheriff asked, "Did he resist or attack you in any way?"
"No. I didn't give him a chance to resist or attack," answered Glen
truthfully. He was convinced that he was putting his head in a
noose.
The Sheriff interviewed him on tape. It was a pretty simple
interview that didn't ask any probing questions. The questions
could be answered with either a yes or no without much room for
doubt. Each question was intended to support the view that the
death was the result of self-defense. When they were done, the
Sheriff turned off the recorder and stated, "Well, that's that. A clear
case of self-defense. The investigation is done."
Glen, surprised at how many details were glossed over, asked,
"You know that I killed him in cold blood. Why are you doing
this?"
The Sheriff was quiet for a moment before answering. He said,
"You protected the Metchettes like I asked you. You saved them
three times. I don't know of anyone else who could have done that
for them."
"You know that he didn't have to die for them to have been
protected from him."
"Suppose we had arrested him and he escaped again. Who knows
if there would have been a fourth time. You saved them from that
possible future. You did the right thing."
Glen was quiet for a moment and then, in a very soft voice, asked,
"Why do I feel like shit?"
"Because you have a conscience. You killed a man and you feel
bad. It's good that you feel bad. I would have arrested you if you
didn't, but don't beat yourself up over it. Just remember, he would
have died in the chair anyway."
"Why the superficial investigation?"
"You did us all a favor. We had to do one for you. The state police
can read your statement and look at the evidence. They'll leave you
alone, particularly after I talk to them."
Glen nodded and thought about what the Sheriff had said. He was
going to have to think about it for a long time before he could
accept everything that had happened today. He finally asked,
"What now?"
The Sheriff laughed and replied, "Oh, you are going to hate this
part."
"Why?"
The Sheriff looked at Glen with a twinkle in his eye. He answered,
"You have to go over to the diner and be treated like a hero."
Glen groaned as he shouted, "No!"
"Yes, now follow me and we'll get you cleaned up and in some
fresh clothes. You've got a bit of blood on yours. I'll have to keep
your old clothes as evidence."
Glen followed the Sheriff down to the mystery room. He entered
and found it was a shower and changing room. The Sheriff said,
"Empty your pockets. Strip and then hand me your clothes."
Glen did as he was asked. He adjusted the water in the shower to a
slightly hotter temperature than he normally used. He got out the
bar of soap and started scrubbing. He wondered if he could ever
wash his actions away. He spent a lot of time in the shower
washing himself. His skin had wrinkled by the time he turned the
water off and stepped out, a bright pink from the hot water. He
slowly dried himself off. He went over his body with the towel a
second time and then a third. He stopped when he realized that he
had been scrubbing himself with the towel. He looked at it and
then put it in the pile with the other towels.
He went into the changing room and found a pair of sweatpants
and a T-shirt. He put them on and found himself holding his keys,
wallet, and pocket knife. He searched the sweat pants looking for a
pocket and couldn't find one. He stepped out of the room and met
the Sheriff waiting for him.
Dale looked at Glen holding his personal items in his hand and
laughed. He disappeared for a moment and returned with a plastic
baggy. He handed the baggy over and said, "Put your stuff in this.
It looks more masculine than the purse we have in lost and found."
Glen did as he was told. He looked around and sighed, "Let's get to
it."
The Sheriff took Glen over to the diner. As soon as they entered, a
number of people started clapping. Glen looked around confused.
The twins came over to him and hugged him. Wanda said, "You
saved us again. I couldn't believe how you took him on all by
yourself."
Glen glanced over at Cliff and stated, "Hey, Cliff gets a lot of the
credit too. He got you guys out of there."
There was an uncomfortable moment of silence and then Cliff
laughed. He shouted, "So modest. Come over here, Glen. Let us
buy you lunch."
The Sheriff, putting a hand on Glen's shoulder, interrupted, "Nope.
Lunch is on me."
Glen looked at the daily special and groaned. The Metchettes
looked at the menu and burst out laughing. The Sheriff asked,
"What's so funny?"
"The lunch special is a hero sandwich." Wanda answered with a
giggle.
Sandra added, "The last time he saved us, the lunch special was a
hero sandwich."
The Sheriff had to laugh at the irony and ordered five lunch
specials. The five of them ate lunch together. When the Sheriff
noticed Glen's eyes get a little twinkle in them he said, "Oh no you
don't. No deserts at this table."
After lunch, the Sheriff insisted that they all go to the local
clothing store and buy some new clothes. Glen wondered what was
going on, but he went with the flow. They walked over to the
clothing store and bought new outfits. Since Glen was the only one
with a wallet, he paid for all of the clothes. It actually felt good to
be back in jeans and work shirt.
When they exited the store, the Sheriff met them on the sidewalk.
He pulled Glen aside and said, "You need to replace the carpet in
the cabin. I suggest you go over to the carpet place and get a new
one. We had to pull the old one out."
Glen smiled as he realized what the Sheriff had done. He had used
the time to get all of the blood out of the house. That had included
ripping out the old carpet out. They would get home and
everything would be in disarray, but at least it would be free of any
reminders of what had gone on. He thought to himself that he was
actually pretty lucky to live in a small town.
He took the other three to the carpet store and had them help pick
out a new carpet. He ordered it and was told that it would be
delivered the next morning. That was actually a good thing, as
there was much that they would have to do before they could
install the carpet.
They all headed home with Glen and Wanda leading the way in his
truck. Wanda was quiet for most of the trip. About halfway there,
she asked, "Why did you do it?"
Glen didn't need her to clarify her question. He answered, "I
couldn't bear the thought of him ever hurting you guys again. After
you left, that's all he was talking about. I couldn't take a chance
that he would ever see you again."
Wanda was quiet for another five minutes and then whispered,
"That's what Cliff said you would say. He says you love us."
"He's right."
Wanda looked out the back window of the truck at Cliff following
behind them. She said, "Cliff doesn't know that we know, but he
likes men too."
Glen didn't say anything for a long time. He decided that an answer
was required and said, "That doesn't surprise me."
"Would you help him out?"
Glen was quiet for a minute as he tried to puzzle out what she had
meant. He wasn't sure if she was asking him to talk him out of
liking men or if she was asking him to have sex with him. Unable
to decide, he asked, "How do you mean?"
Wanda saw that they were almost home by now and her chance to
ask was limited. She blurted out, "Could you let him sleep with
you sometime?"
Glen put off making a decision by giving a non-committal
answered, "We'll have to see what happens. You never know."
Wanda looked at him out of the corner of her eye and whispered,
"Do you hate us for asking you to do that?"
"I already said that I love you. That includes all three of you.
However, anything that happens with Cliff is between him and I.
Unless, that is, you join in."
Wanda sat back with a sigh of relief. At least she hadn't alienated
Glen from Cliff. She knew that Sandra was having a similar chat
with Cliff in the other truck. She looked at him carefully and
asked, "Would you like that?"
"Like what?"
"For us to join in?"
Glen laughed and nodded his head as a mental image went through
his head. He answered, "It sounds like fun, but Cliff needs to
agree."
They arrived at the cabin before Wanda had a chance to respond. A
state trooper was standing by his car. Glen got out of the truck and
went over to the state trooper. He said, "Hello. I'm Glen
Wiseman."
The trooper looked at him for a minute and extended his hand. He
answered, "Glen, I'm Jim James. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Glen was surprised by the greeting. He said, "Um, thanks."
Jim looked at Glen and realized the confusion. He clarified his
introduction by saying, "The policeman that Amos killed was my
brother in law. You saved me a lot of trouble. Since I didn't kill
him, I won't have to explain why he died."
Glen understood the troopers feelings. Investigations of law
enforcement personnel involved in killings tended to be very
public and very hostile to the officer. He said, "Well, I think I'd
sleep better at night if I hadn't been the one."
The trooper nodded his agreement. He said, "I understand how you
feel. It just proves that you are human and not a monster. Don't
worry. We've recommended to the prosecutor that this was an open
and shut case of self defense against a known sociopath. The
prosecutor agreed and the case is closed. You won't hear about this
again."
Glen, more relieved that he could rationalize, said, "Thanks. It
takes a major worry away from me."
The trooper opened the door to his car and said, "Well, I just
wanted to thank you personally. I'm sure that you have some things
to do around the cabin. I'm afraid we left it a mess."
"Thank you for staying here."
The trooper looked around and said, "You have a real nice place
here. It is like a little piece of heaven."
The trooper got into his car and drove off. Glen watched him go.
The Metchettes had stood back and watched the exchange. Cliff
was bothered by the fact that Glen had set himself up to take all of
the blame. He couldn't believe that Glen was willing to do that. Of
course, now it looked like he was taking all of the credit, but it was
clear that Glen wasn't happy about that.
Entering the cabin was a tense experience for everyone. The living
room was a shambles. The furniture had been moved and the
carpet pulled up. However, it was going to be a simple matter to
set things right. They moved the furniture out of the living room.
In the morning the carpet would be delivered then they would
move the furniture back. Once things had been straightened up,
Glen turned to the Metchettes and suggested, "It's a lovely day
outside. Let's go by the stream for a chat. I think that we all have a
lot to talk about and it's a shame to spend the day in the cabin."
Cliff seconded the motion by saying, "I'm all for that. Let's take
some cokes and snacks with us. We'll turn it into a mid-afternoon
picnic."
Wanda and Sandra shared one of their looks. Wanda moved to the
kitchen to prepare some snacks. Sandra said, "We'll be done in a
minute."
It was a little more than a minute later before everyone assembled
in the living room. The twins had a sack of food and cokes. Cliff
had filled his pockets with his normal stuff, wallet, keys, and
pocket knife. Glen hadn't had much to do, but he surveyed the
cabin looking for signs of damage that he might have missed. He
picked up an old blanket for them to sit upon while on their picnic.
The four of them headed to the stream. It was a beautiful
afternoon. The air was warm, the sun was bright, and the area by
the stream had newly emergent grass coming up. They spread the
blanket and set the bag of food upon it. Once everyone was settled,
Glen said, "Listen everyone, you did everything just like we
planned. I'm so proud of you. You weren't victims today. You took
charge of the situation and did everything that was necessary."
Sandra answered for the twins. She said, "I'm surprised at how well
it all went. It was just like we had talked about. I feel really bad
now that I know that I could kill someone without thinking about
it."
Wanda nodded her agreement. Cliff added, "I feel the same. I
really wanted to hurt him when I stabbed him."
Glen looked at all three of the Metchettes. He understood their
feelings. His feelings about the matter were much more intense. He
hadn't just thought about hurting Amos, he had killed him in cold
blood. He said, "I know exactly how you feel."
Cliff looked at Glen and said, "You were willing to take the fall for
us in case this went to trial, weren't you?"
"Yes," replied Glen. He added, "You didn't do anything wrong.
You protected yourselves."
Sandra stated, "You took care of Amos so that we wouldn't have
to. You set everything up so that you would be the last one here
and could do what ever was necessary. You protected us from
having any blame."
"It worked out that way. It was an accident." Glen didn't want to
admit that the reason he wanted them to get out was so that he
could kill Amos.
"Right." Wanda didn't believe him for a minute. They spent the
rest of the afternoon talking about how they felt. Glen didn't say
much, he knew that the experience had been intense for everyone
in different ways. The twins had discovered that they had the
capacity to kill. Cliff had learned that he didn't have to be a victim
and could take charge of his own life just by making some plans.
Glen, well, he didn't like to dwell on what he learned about
himself.
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