This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
From Part 17
In between sobs, Tony continued. “My dad - he was a beast. He would tie me to a chair, and I’d have to remain there for hours. Many times I’d miss meals because of it. The starvation diet, you know. Time and time again, he’d untie me only to get in my face and start all over.”
Kinsley wiped the tears from his cheeks even as others were forming.
“I put up with it for years. I finally had enough. I did absolutely nothing to deserve it. He tied me to the chair for four hours. He came to untie me and spit in my face. That was the last time I ever saw him. I smashed him in the face. I could feel his nose break from the blow.
“That was seventeen years ago. I can’t explain it, but when you kicked Larry, all I saw was my dad in front of me. And I could feel his nose crumble the same way. Kinsley, I’m so lost. I’m still that fifteen-year-old boy.”
“Tony, that’s not true. And if it ever was true, you graduated to manhood today. You saved our lives.”
The pressure of the hunt wore heavily on Kinsley and Tony. He assured her that Larry and Harrison couldn’t be far behind. They had to keep going forward. If their would-be captors were moving fast, Larry and Kinsley needed to move faster.
After running for a distance, they came upon two paths, one leading to the left, the other to the right. Tony stopped. “Okay, you go down this path about a hundred yards. Make sure you leave good footprints in the dirt. I’ll take this one and do the same. Cut through the brush and I’ll meet you about a hundred yards out on the other side. They won’t know which way to go. At least, that should buy us some time. Now, hurry.”
As they disappeared from each other’s sight, a feeling of panic welled up in Kinsley. For Tony, it was more a sense of concern for her. He realized he shouldn’t have left her alone. He also realized he didn’t want to be away from her. A strange, new feeling was taking over.
Kinsley rounded a bend and came face to face with Larry. She screamed, but no one heard. At about the same time, Harrison jumped from a tree and tackled Tony. “You’re a dead man, Menichetti. I have a score to settle with you.”
The two wrestled and rolled on the path.
Tony took several hard hits to the face when he remembered Kinsley’s words, "Tony, that’s not true. And if it ever was true, you graduated to manhood today. You saved our lives.”
He reached for Harrison’s throat. Harrison's face turned a deep red as he gasped for air. Caught in the middle of self-defense and compassionately not wanting to kill Harrison, Tony threw one uppercut punch to Harrison’s already broken nose. He was out cold as Tony muttered, “The last one was for my dad. This one is for me.”
Seeing Harrison's rope laying on the ground, he took it, and starting at his feet, wound the rope from head to toe. The last knot being secured, Tony left to find Kinsley. Not sure if he should follow down the path she took or attempt to meet her at the agreed rendezvous point, he opted to follow her path. He followed her footprints until they disappeared into the brush.
Tony began thinking out loud, “Okay, she must have made it. I can see where she pushed back the undergrowth.”
Although the vegetation was sparse, there was enough to slow Tony’s advances. In the distance, he could hear Kinsley’s screams for help.
While billions watched Dickinson and Wexford enter the limousine, Marisol was also watching. She delighted in her plan. The world takeover was now history. Dickinson and she were in control of everybody, everywhere. She further mused at the idea that Dickinson thought he was in control. He seemed to forget that she was still pulling the strings, making it happen.
The limo pulled up in front of the newly erected New World Palace. Dickinson and Wexford exited surrounded by an entourage of bodyguards, international police, and security personnel.
“Wexford, meet me in my office in ten,” ordered Dickinson as the two parted ways. Wexford went to freshen up. Dickinson led his escorts to his office.
“Men, you are about to witness something truly phenomenal. You may at first experience it as a shock, but it will be the norm. Just accept what your sight tells you. Don’t question. Just accept. As we move steadily along in this New World Order, it will all make sense, and I’m sure in time you will appreciate it.”
There was a knock at the door. Dickinson motioned for one of the men to open it.
Wexford stepped in. “Kerry, it’s so good to see you. Here. Have a seat.” Dickinson pointed to a chair next to his desk. A proud Wexford walked the distance from the door and sat down.
Dickinson smiled as he walked to his file cabinet. He turned back to Wexford. “Kerry, I’ve explained to the men there is something I want to show them - and you.” He opened the drawer and pulled out a revolver. Walking to each man, he made sure they all got a good look. He went back to his desk, allowing Wexford to see the weapon.
The group stood puzzled, but not a word was spoken. Dickinson circled behind Wexford, and at point-blank range fired two shots into the back of his head.
Even for the hardcore politicians and security gathered in the room, what was just witnessed was hard to take. The men’s jaws dropped as Wexford slumped from the chair to the floor.
Dickinson spoke. “Men, you have seen what has taken place here. Wexford, thought to be a wise and trusted friend, tried to double-cross me. The details aren’t important, but let this be a lesson. This will, I repeat, this will happen to you if you do not follow me completely. You will give me your full allegiance. I have ways of knowing if you are true or simply pretending. Have I made my point clear to each of you men? Speak now, if not. It will be too late later.”
Silence filled the room as the men remained in a state of shock. “I assume that means everyone here understands. I assume that if any of you try to disobey me, you know what will happen. I’m a fair man, and I’ve given you a warning.
“Now, just one more thing. There was a knock at the door. Dickinson walked to the door and opened it. Wexford walked in and proceeded to the front of the room. Shock set in once again as the men looked on.
Dickinson again addressed the group. “Men, meet Kerry Wexford.” The room became a place of confusion, panic, anxiety, and several other emotions.
“You no doubt are wondering what has happened. Your minds are confused. Learn another lesson. You must always be alert. Don’t allow your minds to be drawn away by the unusual. You must be ready at all times to protect me. You must be ready at all times to do your duty.
“Even as I speak, I sense that perhaps you have heard nothing I said. You still stand in amazement. Point number one - you owe me your complete allegiance. Point number two - Keep focused.
“Now men, sit down. I did not kill Kerry Wexford. I killed his clone. Not actually a clone although we could have done that but rather Artificial Intelligence wrapped up in what would appear to be Kerry’s skin. If indeed Mr. Wexford disobeyed my orders, I would have him properly executed, and no one would know. His AI would take over and we would program it to obey my every order. There is no room for disloyalty or disobedience. Understand, if I don’t get full cooperation from each of you, I will eliminate you, but no one will ever know. Understood? Good. I dismiss you.”
Tony approached the meeting place. Kinsley was nowhere in sight. He knelt in the dirt and prayed. That’s when he heard Kinsley call his name. “Kinsley! Kinsley! Keep calling! I hear you! Keep calling!”
She did and he followed the sound. Kinsley stood in a clearing ahead, and Tony ran to her. He held her tight. “Are you okay? I was so worried about you.”
“I’m fine, but I don’t think Larry is.” She pointed to her left where Larry was sprawled out on the ground.
“A rattlesnake got him. I don’t think he’s going to make it. We have to get him to a hospital, but I don’t know how.”
They thought for a moment. Then Tony added, “He tried to kill us. I think we should let him here for nature to deal with him.”
“I know, but we can’t just walk away. We have to help him. What about Harrison?"
"He's tied up on the other road, and I do mean 'tied up.’"
"We have to protect ourselves, but we also have to help them. After all, as mean as they are, they’re still our fellow man.”
As much as Tony didn’t like the idea, he went along with it. “Okay. But we do have to protect ourselves. Look, their van has to be close by. If we can find it, we can drop them off at the nearest hospital.”
Larry sighed his last breath as Kinsley and Tony looked on.
- The Marisol Deception - Part 19
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