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Chapter 1

Guiding his six-foot stature from the shower. Vaughn cleared the misty mirror to admire his blond hair, blue eyes, and well defined torso."You handsome mother - shut your mouth!" He chorused bouncing his pectorals, chipper, as today was the long-awaited outgoing to Montauk with his family.Tying the bathrobe, expecting his wife, or one of two-teenage children to barge in as next when he opened the door. There was nothing. The house seemed oddly quiet. Disregarding, he moved towards the bedroom, his steps suspended by the vicious head blow sending him crumpling down unconscious. Vaughn’s head throbbed ferociously as his blurred vision strived to adjust to the gloomy surroundings. A bit more coherent, he realized he was in the living room on his stomach, handcuffed to the radiator. Managing to roll onto his back, electrifying panic ripped through his body-seeing his wife, daughter and son, all faced down on the carpet, their hands subdued behind them. "Greetings." Acknowledged the Scottish accent cheerily. Vaughn's focus moved to the unknown intruder draped in monk's cowl, it's hood pulled over his head. "I hope you're fully aware who you're dealing with! I'm N.Y.P.D.! Now I suggest you get the hell out and pray I don't make you regret this day!" Vaughn declared, his threat receiving chortles. "I can assure you when I leave here you'll be in no position to harm me. Or anyone else for that matter."In spite of his mounting fear. Vaughn's curiosity was struck, instincts telling him this wasn't just a random intrusion."Yes, Michael Vaughn. We both know you've been a real naughty boy over the years. Isn’t that so?" Vaughn remained tight-lipped."Protect and serve. Or is it serve and protect? The slogan goes something along those lines, am I correct?…You do remember reciting this when you took your oath to protect mankind, no? Of course you've broken this promise religiously. But why wouldn't you? You've severed the sacred ones to your marriage." "You know nothing about me!" "You're wrong Michael Vaughn. I know a lot about you. So does Melinda. She knows where your time is spent when you tell her you're out working overtime." He sulked, letting his words marinate. "It gets better. Apparently you're not the only one enjoying time away from your spouse. Isn't that so Melinda?"Frowning deeply, Vaughn glimpsed to his terrified wife. "How good of a detective would you make missing something so conspicuous?" The man attached. "Did you not get suspicious with her suddenly not challenging you’re not coming home at nights?""Just take what you want and get out!" "Oh. I’ll attain what I seek. You have no choice in that matter. What I desire should be of deliberation." Stalled the stranger. "You’ll confess to the world just how much of a dishonest person you are, the immoral acts you've committed, the innocent your hands slaughtered and aided to convict falsely. Along with the countless women, some no older than your very own daughter you’ve victimized. Although you wash yourself with baking soda, and use an abundance of soap, the stain of your guilt lingers before me." Vaughn’s glare sped over to his family and saw their horrid, yet inquiring stares fixed on him. "He's lying!""I only speak truth." Defended the intruder- revealing a small string bag from his pocket. Vaughn eyed-flabbergasted as three marbles magically rose and began rotating around each other, it’s dim light heightening to project images of all the stranger accused. Melinda's fright magnifying seeing the crazed look on Michael's face not knowing what was provoking it, for she and the children were facing him. The marbles light reduced as they carefully sunk back down in the bag. 'How did he do that?' Vaughn couldn’t fathom."You accuse me of lies. Will you charge your own eyes?" asked the man, the sound of two knives scraped together flared when he swiftly drew a sword from his cloak and raised it above Melinda. "Please Don’t!" Vaughn aired just when the stranger with unbelievable speed and precision swung the blade, cutting the restraints without harming as much as a hair on her. Vaughn's chest heaving forcibly from the scare. "You’ll need to attain your recording device for this segment of the Michael Vaughn’s show." Published the foreigner.Timidly reaching down, Melinda retrieved the cellular from her pocket. For the next half hour the Vaughn family listened. Taken back as Michael testified to the many people he framed, banking on the fact the court would never challenge his integrity as an officer despite-inconsistent testimony, or lack of corroborating evidence against the accused. Vaughn relayed how he would pick up young-runaway girls who served as prostitutes, and threaten them with jail time if they didn't comply with his sexual demands. His confession coming to closure mentioning the two, young, unarmed men he murdered. Vaughn's mind raced after all was said and done. His primary thought; that recording could not become public. His career would be over. Not to mention the criminal charges to follow. The least of his worries was what his family was thinking. He'd just tell them he fabricated all the mad-man wanted to hear fearing he'd harm them if he refused. "You're still pondering ways to cover your truths." 'Is he reading my damn mind?' Vaughn mugged, boggled. "How does it feel to finally rid yourself of the deceitful burdens you've lugged for so long?" Questioned the trespasser. Vaughn trying to get a visual of his face but only saw darkness as if there wasn’t one within the hood. "I have a bit of pleasant news. Which is, I'm going to give you a choice. A chance to restore the trust you've abolished." The man ended snatching Jennifer's head back by her pony tail. "NO! NO! Please!" Both parents begged when he slid the blade under her neck. "Seeming as though I have your undivided. I shouldn't have to repeat myself in the least. Makes me feel as though I'm not being taken seriously. And that wouldn’t be good for you, or your loved ones if I begin to feel that way." "Okay! Okay! Please let her go!" Vaughn pleaded. "Can I trust you? Better yet, can your family rely on you not to do anything foolish, shall I discharge your binds?" "Yes! You can trust me!" "Very well then. If it'll make you feel any better." Releasing Jennifer, Vaughn’s expression went baffled when the cuffs without explanation unhinged on it’s own. "Do you mind fetching me a glass of water?"'I'll get you some water alright.' Thought Vaughn.In the kitchen, Vaughn let the tap run a bit. Taking a peek into the living room, seeing the assailant with his back turned muttering something to Melinda. Vaughn quickly retrieved the revolver kept beneath the sink’s cabinet. Checking to make sure it was fully loaded, a feeling of empowerment enveloped him. Stealing another gander, observing the man’s back still facing him, Vaughn cocked the pistol’s hammer, then dashed out the kitchen. 'CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!' The striker hitting the firing pin sounded. Vaughn’s heart beating bearishly not understanding why the gun hadn’t fired, Uncommon for a revolver."That wouldn’t happen to be the weapon hidden below the kitchen sink, now would it?" Inquired the foreigner without turning. "I thought you said we could trust you?" He reminded..."You may return and rebind yourself." Nonchalantly he spoke.Vaughn did so. "As conclusion of this segment. You’ll inherit the inner torment thoust has cast upon thy neighbor. Thou shall know what it’s like forced to choose between two evils as did your victims. I’ve been appointed as your judge. Jury. And prosecutor." He lulled. "The plea bargain to preserve the lives of your family." Vaughn’s terror quadrupling when a recent act he committed was flashed into his mind, before the stranger pointed to his son Robby and said, " him."His pointer then swinging to Jennifer. "Or her…you have thirty seconds to decide. If time lapses. I’ll select one to be slain. Time begins now.""Listen to me for just one moment, please, sir, I don't know what to call you, what's your name?""Fifteen, Fourteen, Thirteen." The outlander counted. "Michael!" Melinda's sudden screams nearly made him drop the key as he fumbled with the cuffs.Vaughn turned and saw the firearm now clutched in her palm, her arm moving towards their children with what looked to be out of her control as they yelled in terror. "Five, Four, Three.""Look! I'm doing it!" Roared Vaughn looking back and forth between Melinda and the cuffs, desperately trying to get the key in the hole but it fell from his grasp. BOOM!' Sounded the thunderous discharge, both parents wailing out frenzied to the aftermath of their son’s brain matter and fragments scattered about."What have you done!?" Hollered Vaughn over Melinda’s bellows. "Please stop!" Melinda screeched hysterically, her armed hand fixing on Jennifer whose traumatized glare was centered on Robby’s."Thirty seconds begins now." Vaughn managed to do away with the handcuff. Whimpering as he staggered over to where his daughter lay on her stomach, kneeling down he undid his robe, then raised her gown. The sight of her lower half sickening him. 'Death would be much easier' he consummated, attempting to rise, but couldn’t move as if he was glued down.Suddenly his penis sprung to life as if he were on some supernatural enhancement, his body moving against his doing, positioning itself to rest on Jennifer with him screaming and bawling trying to fight the unseen force but failed. Back at the radiator, Vaughn wept without restraint. "Now Jenny. I'm not going to have any trouble out of you am I?" Posed the villain standing her up. Jennifer remained mute. Her stare detachable from Robby."I take your silence as compliance." The captor then steered his focus to Michael and Melinda."It seems that we're done here. In the next minute or so, you'll lose the gift of speech. Would either of you like to say anything to Jennifer before our departure?" Vaughn couldn't bring himself to face her. "I'm sorry." Melinda muttered choking on sobs. Following an unexplainable light. The intruder along with Jennifer vanished into thin air.

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