The X-Man by Brian R. Lundin (100 best novels of all time .TXT) 📕
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A serial rapist and murderer is terrorizing young black women in Chicago, but two veteran detectives are on his trail.
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beautiful and shapely black showgirls and usually a boring movie in between. Many people with nowhere else to go would spend the entire day at the theater moving closer to the stage after every show. The theater catered specifically to the entertainment tastes of African Americans and featured top named black entertainers who performed on its stage; Cab Calloway, Louis Armstrong, Lena Horne, and Duke Ellington performed there frequently. 47th Street came alive at night; the night sky illuminated with the flashing bright neon lights of the jazz and blues clubs. The Policy Kings were the affluent men in Bronzeville, they drove their finely dressed girlfriends and wives in late model cars as they went to the blues clubs or dinner. The hustler ruled the strip, the policy men, gamblers and pool sharks all called 47th street home. The residents living in Bronzeville believed if you was new to the city and was looking for someone just stand at 47th South King Drive and you would eventually see them, they also believed that you could get anything you wanted on 47th street from girls to drugs, which was mainly marijuana and heroin. Esau walked to Jimmy’s Joint at 51st South Calumet Avenue and sat at the bar and ordered a gin and tonic. He downed a couple more pills and thought about Ada, how to get back at her, how to make her scream. Get control of yourself, you can’t fuck with her, not now, wait,” he heard a voice inside his head say. He looked out the grimy windows of the tavern and noticed an attractive dark skinned young lady leaving the Arab Grocery store across the street. It was about 5:30 pm and starting to get dark. The woman wore a battered overcoat and was carrying a shopping bag. The booze and the pills were really working now; he got an erection looking at her. He left the tavern and followed her to 5225 South Prairie Avenue and watched as the lights came on in the first floor apartment. Esau walked slowly passed the decrepit three and four story brick apartments. Steel shutters covered the abandon businesses. He went around to a gangway next to the building and waited and watched. There were no curtains on the window and he noticed one of the windows was partially opened. He swallowed a couple more pills as he watched the woman undress and walk around the small apartment wearing only a bra and pink panties. He got another erection and knew he couldn‘t wait any longer. He found an old crate, pulled himself up to the window, squeezed through the small opening in the window and entered the apartment.
FADE IN:
Esau felt edgy and anxious so he swallowed a Thorazine pill with a sip of water. He wanted to go out, to find some young thing that wanted him, but he was feeling unusually jumpy and his mind was racing. He wanted to, needed to fuck and kill someone. He was naked except for a pair of laced pink panties and the only light in the dark claustrophobic room was from a dim table lamp. He pulled an old loosely bound album from his suitcase under the bed, the pictures were in chronological order the first picture was marked 10 January 2000, Gary, Indiana, Mary Jones. He looked at the color Polaroid pictures of, Mariah Williams, Tonya James, Robin Honeywell and his latest victim Peggy Smith, they were all naked and looking at him through lust-filled eyes, they wanted him and couldn’t wait. He thought about Peggy. He watched her at the health Club and could tell she was lonely and needed a good fuck. How stupid she was to invite him into her apartment. Well she got what she wanted a good fuck. He remembered her moans of ecstasy as he entered her and how she pleaded with him to go deeper. He remembered how Mary looked as she walked to the Catholic High School in her pleated blue skirt and starched white blouse, her budding breast fitted tightly against her shirt. The second victim was marked 10 February 2000, Rita Maxwell, Gary, Indiana. She also was about fifteen, but unlike Mary Jones she didn’t go to school she was a whore. The third picture was marked 10 June 2001 Sandra Wheatly, East Chicago, Illinois and the last picture Janice woods 2003 Harvey, Illinois. He noticed how they all posed for him with their big eyes bulging with the pantyhose tied tightly around their necks. He could still feel their bodies as he lifted them and took them to be cleaned in the bathtub and he could see the resignation in their eyes, there was no fear or resistance, just acceptance as he plugged the knife into their chest just below the right firm nipple. He got off the chair and looked out the grimy window at the young girls jumping rope on the sidewalk at the Ida B. Wells projects. He watched as a young girl who had just started developing breast jumped up and down, her little breast in perfect time with the rope, the blood rushed to his loins. An old woman wearing a black mini-skirt, black high heel shoes and a battered pee coat that showed her flabby breast hurriedly walk past and displayed a toothless smile, close behind her and holding her hand was an equally old white man.“Dirty fuckin’ whore,” he screamed out the window, but the couple was gone. His stomach ached, reminding him that he had not eaten since early that morning and then he had only two biscuits and coffee at Gladys’s Restaurant. He thought about going back for lunch but he didn’t like eating in front of people. A muscle cramped in his right leg and he rubbed it, he really didn’t mind the pain, he had gotten use to it. He picked up the remote that was chained to the beat-up table and turned to the news. An attractive black woman was reading the news about the recent killing of a pregnant young black woman named Peggy Smith who had been brutally mutilated, raped and killed by the serial killer known as the X-Man. “The Medical Examiner stated that bits of skin under her fingernails belonged to a black person, Sonia Tappper for NBC News.”
In the background were photos of the other six victims believed to be of the X-Man. Enraged he got out and chair and looked closely at the photos, he recognized his four victims but not the other three. Someone was stealing his thunder and putting the blame on him, taking credit for his work. He slammed around the room knocked over the chair and fell. He got back up and slammed his fist into the wall. “Who was this asshole,” he thought to himself. He lit a blunt and slowly sipped a can of Budweiser Beer as the newswoman interviewed Detective Sergeant John Ringo, head of the X-Man Taskforce.“We believe that these killings are the acts of a sick, homicidal maniac, but I want to stress to the people of this great city that we will not permit this city to be terrorized by a sicko or a copycat.”“What the fuck you mean “sicko,” you black muthafucker,” he screamed at the television. He grabbed the remote and turned off the television, walked into the dirty bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He turned his head from side to side and admired his deep black eyes, smooth skin, and handsome features. He looked at the scar on his left arm where Mariah Williams had scratched him, but it was nearly healed and only showed a slight scab. “That bitch, Mariah,” he snarled, “Put up a good fight, but she was the best fuck of all of them.”The little man looked at his small but powerful body. He stood only five feet but had well developed muscles from working out daily at Melony Fitness Center. He retrieved a tube of U-Stickem Glue from his pants pocket and sat on the bed. He squeezed out some of the sticky liquid on the back of Peggy’s picture and attached it on the blank page in the album. He lay on the bed and masturbated as the images of the women he had raped and killed flooded his mind, groaning silently he ejaculated; his small body shook as he slowly dozed off.
FADE IN: 20 January 2008-DAY
As Evetta drive to Miller’s Beer Warehouse located at 4300 south Racine Boulevard, parks while Ringo read a report.
RINGO
Peggy’s boyfriend work as a driver assistant for the Miller beer company he agreed to talk us before he starts work.
EVETTA
I think that’s him standing by the time clock, hopefully he can shed some light on Peggy
FADE IN:
Angelo was standing at the time clock smoking a Pall Mall cigarette when Ringo identified himself, the young man nodded, gave him and Evetta a disgusted look and inserted his time card in the machine.
ANGELO
I’ve told the other cops all I know
EVETTA
We know, but we need to hear it first hand, it won’t take long and anything you can tell us about Peggy will help.
ANGELO (ANGELO RETRIEVED HIS CARD AND PUT IT IN THE CARDHOLDER)
Ok, Ok, ask your questions
EVETTA
Tell us about Peggy
ANGELO (ANGELO PUT THE CIGARETTE OUT IN A RECEPTACLE BY THE BENCH)
She was beautiful, warm and kind hearted. She grew up in that apartment where they found her. Her mother was an alcoholic and her father was a recovering addict. I tried to get her to move out the neighborhood, to move in with me, I told her that the neighborhood was too bad, gangs, drugs, drive-byes, but she always said that this was her home and she knew everyone in the neighborhood and wasn’t afraid.
EVETTA
What about her husband and kids?
ANGELO
All I know is that he lives in Detroit and has the kids. I only met the kids once and she never talked about her husband.
RINGO
Any other relatives?
ANGELO
A younger sister somewhere doesn’t know where. She didn’t talk a lot about her family
EVETTA
Hobbies, interests?
ANGELO
About the only thing she really liked to do was go to the movies, two or three times a week when we weren’t together and she worked out at the Hyde Park Health Club.
ANGELO
All I know is that he lives in Detroit and has the kids. I only met the kids once and she never talked about her husband.
RINGO
Any other relatives?
ANGELO
A younger sister somewhere doesn’t know where. She didn’t talk a lot about her family
EVETTA
What theaters?
ANGELO
Mainly in the malls, River Oaks, Ford, she always said she felt safer there, is this going to take long?
RINGO
Did you’ll spend a lot of time together?
ANGELO
Mainly on the weekends, most of the time at my place in Hyde Park, I didn’t like the neighborhood where she lived
EVETTA
How long where you two dating?
ANGELO
About two years
RINGO
How did you’ll meet?
ANGELO
At River Oaks Mall, I accidentally bumped her while making a delivery. I apologized, she smiled and the rest is history.
EVETTA
Did she have a habit of leaving windows opened?
ANGELO
No, she was very careful; she would never leave a window opened even if it’s a hundred degrees outside.
RNGO
Notice any weirdoes at the malls
ANGELO
Shit, there are a lot of weird dudes at the mall
EVETTA
I know, couple more questions and we’re done, any idea who might be mad at her
FADE IN:
Esau felt edgy and anxious so he swallowed a Thorazine pill with a sip of water. He wanted to go out, to find some young thing that wanted him, but he was feeling unusually jumpy and his mind was racing. He wanted to, needed to fuck and kill someone. He was naked except for a pair of laced pink panties and the only light in the dark claustrophobic room was from a dim table lamp. He pulled an old loosely bound album from his suitcase under the bed, the pictures were in chronological order the first picture was marked 10 January 2000, Gary, Indiana, Mary Jones. He looked at the color Polaroid pictures of, Mariah Williams, Tonya James, Robin Honeywell and his latest victim Peggy Smith, they were all naked and looking at him through lust-filled eyes, they wanted him and couldn’t wait. He thought about Peggy. He watched her at the health Club and could tell she was lonely and needed a good fuck. How stupid she was to invite him into her apartment. Well she got what she wanted a good fuck. He remembered her moans of ecstasy as he entered her and how she pleaded with him to go deeper. He remembered how Mary looked as she walked to the Catholic High School in her pleated blue skirt and starched white blouse, her budding breast fitted tightly against her shirt. The second victim was marked 10 February 2000, Rita Maxwell, Gary, Indiana. She also was about fifteen, but unlike Mary Jones she didn’t go to school she was a whore. The third picture was marked 10 June 2001 Sandra Wheatly, East Chicago, Illinois and the last picture Janice woods 2003 Harvey, Illinois. He noticed how they all posed for him with their big eyes bulging with the pantyhose tied tightly around their necks. He could still feel their bodies as he lifted them and took them to be cleaned in the bathtub and he could see the resignation in their eyes, there was no fear or resistance, just acceptance as he plugged the knife into their chest just below the right firm nipple. He got off the chair and looked out the grimy window at the young girls jumping rope on the sidewalk at the Ida B. Wells projects. He watched as a young girl who had just started developing breast jumped up and down, her little breast in perfect time with the rope, the blood rushed to his loins. An old woman wearing a black mini-skirt, black high heel shoes and a battered pee coat that showed her flabby breast hurriedly walk past and displayed a toothless smile, close behind her and holding her hand was an equally old white man.“Dirty fuckin’ whore,” he screamed out the window, but the couple was gone. His stomach ached, reminding him that he had not eaten since early that morning and then he had only two biscuits and coffee at Gladys’s Restaurant. He thought about going back for lunch but he didn’t like eating in front of people. A muscle cramped in his right leg and he rubbed it, he really didn’t mind the pain, he had gotten use to it. He picked up the remote that was chained to the beat-up table and turned to the news. An attractive black woman was reading the news about the recent killing of a pregnant young black woman named Peggy Smith who had been brutally mutilated, raped and killed by the serial killer known as the X-Man. “The Medical Examiner stated that bits of skin under her fingernails belonged to a black person, Sonia Tappper for NBC News.”
In the background were photos of the other six victims believed to be of the X-Man. Enraged he got out and chair and looked closely at the photos, he recognized his four victims but not the other three. Someone was stealing his thunder and putting the blame on him, taking credit for his work. He slammed around the room knocked over the chair and fell. He got back up and slammed his fist into the wall. “Who was this asshole,” he thought to himself. He lit a blunt and slowly sipped a can of Budweiser Beer as the newswoman interviewed Detective Sergeant John Ringo, head of the X-Man Taskforce.“We believe that these killings are the acts of a sick, homicidal maniac, but I want to stress to the people of this great city that we will not permit this city to be terrorized by a sicko or a copycat.”“What the fuck you mean “sicko,” you black muthafucker,” he screamed at the television. He grabbed the remote and turned off the television, walked into the dirty bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He turned his head from side to side and admired his deep black eyes, smooth skin, and handsome features. He looked at the scar on his left arm where Mariah Williams had scratched him, but it was nearly healed and only showed a slight scab. “That bitch, Mariah,” he snarled, “Put up a good fight, but she was the best fuck of all of them.”The little man looked at his small but powerful body. He stood only five feet but had well developed muscles from working out daily at Melony Fitness Center. He retrieved a tube of U-Stickem Glue from his pants pocket and sat on the bed. He squeezed out some of the sticky liquid on the back of Peggy’s picture and attached it on the blank page in the album. He lay on the bed and masturbated as the images of the women he had raped and killed flooded his mind, groaning silently he ejaculated; his small body shook as he slowly dozed off.
FADE IN: 20 January 2008-DAY
As Evetta drive to Miller’s Beer Warehouse located at 4300 south Racine Boulevard, parks while Ringo read a report.
RINGO
Peggy’s boyfriend work as a driver assistant for the Miller beer company he agreed to talk us before he starts work.
EVETTA
I think that’s him standing by the time clock, hopefully he can shed some light on Peggy
FADE IN:
Angelo was standing at the time clock smoking a Pall Mall cigarette when Ringo identified himself, the young man nodded, gave him and Evetta a disgusted look and inserted his time card in the machine.
ANGELO
I’ve told the other cops all I know
EVETTA
We know, but we need to hear it first hand, it won’t take long and anything you can tell us about Peggy will help.
ANGELO (ANGELO RETRIEVED HIS CARD AND PUT IT IN THE CARDHOLDER)
Ok, Ok, ask your questions
EVETTA
Tell us about Peggy
ANGELO (ANGELO PUT THE CIGARETTE OUT IN A RECEPTACLE BY THE BENCH)
She was beautiful, warm and kind hearted. She grew up in that apartment where they found her. Her mother was an alcoholic and her father was a recovering addict. I tried to get her to move out the neighborhood, to move in with me, I told her that the neighborhood was too bad, gangs, drugs, drive-byes, but she always said that this was her home and she knew everyone in the neighborhood and wasn’t afraid.
EVETTA
What about her husband and kids?
ANGELO
All I know is that he lives in Detroit and has the kids. I only met the kids once and she never talked about her husband.
RINGO
Any other relatives?
ANGELO
A younger sister somewhere doesn’t know where. She didn’t talk a lot about her family
EVETTA
Hobbies, interests?
ANGELO
About the only thing she really liked to do was go to the movies, two or three times a week when we weren’t together and she worked out at the Hyde Park Health Club.
ANGELO
All I know is that he lives in Detroit and has the kids. I only met the kids once and she never talked about her husband.
RINGO
Any other relatives?
ANGELO
A younger sister somewhere doesn’t know where. She didn’t talk a lot about her family
EVETTA
What theaters?
ANGELO
Mainly in the malls, River Oaks, Ford, she always said she felt safer there, is this going to take long?
RINGO
Did you’ll spend a lot of time together?
ANGELO
Mainly on the weekends, most of the time at my place in Hyde Park, I didn’t like the neighborhood where she lived
EVETTA
How long where you two dating?
ANGELO
About two years
RINGO
How did you’ll meet?
ANGELO
At River Oaks Mall, I accidentally bumped her while making a delivery. I apologized, she smiled and the rest is history.
EVETTA
Did she have a habit of leaving windows opened?
ANGELO
No, she was very careful; she would never leave a window opened even if it’s a hundred degrees outside.
RNGO
Notice any weirdoes at the malls
ANGELO
Shit, there are a lot of weird dudes at the mall
EVETTA
I know, couple more questions and we’re done, any idea who might be mad at her
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