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Incubus Part 1/9
(c) Darkside@nym.alias.net
This story contains material that could be deemed offensive.
If you are under 21 or easily offended, stay away.
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Incubus (c)1998 By Darkside.
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Notes:
I always try and experiment in my stories, sometimes it
works, sometimes not. It worked very well in Fury and in
this one, well you decide.
This story should not be read by anyone under 21 yrs of age
or the easily offended.
It contains scenes of graphic violence, and sexual material.
It in no way condones the behaviour shown below and any
scenes shown below are for dramatic purposes only. Any
reference to anybody or anything is accidental and for
dramatic purposes only.
This story is set in the Fury 'universe'. However the story
does 'stand alone' so don't let the above request put you off.
Reading the Fury Trilogy after this will change the face of
this story so in effect you are getting two stories for the price
of one.
You can find fury at
http://library.gaycafe.com/nifty/transgender/Magic-ScFi/hell-hath-no-fury
or fictionmania www.fictionmania.com. look under the author 'Darkside'.
The only payment I demand for this story is that you mail
me with any comments(good or bad) or questions. You may
store/mail this where-ever you wish but you may NOT
charge for it. If you want to publish it, mail me and we'll
talk.
Many Thanks To Vickie Tern(VickieTern@aol.com) for
her support, input and downright patience.
Multiple thanks to Jenny Adams and IM Janus for taking time out to proof this
for me
Comments etc to darkside@nym.alias.net
Incubus (c)1998 By Darkside.
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Incubus: 1. A demon believed in folklore to lie upon
sleeping persons, esp to have intercourse with sleeping
women. 2. Something that disturbs greatly, esp a nightmare
or obsession.
1976 Arkansas.
"Oh yes more ,more, more," came the moan from the next
room. He lay in his bed listening to the sounds coming from
his mom's bedroom, his hands over his ears, his nine year
old body shaking in fear.
His mind went back to that fateful day where dad had
walked out after finding out about mom and the man next
door. Since then, this had been the only way to bring enough
money in to live on. Today was Tuesday, Tuesday was when
Mr Burns came around. Mr Burns liked him to join in as
well.
21 Years Later.
He walked down the high street in nonchalant fashion. The
sun shone on this bright September day, forming ever
lengthening shadows on the ground where he walked.
Looking at those shadows he speeded up his walk. The
casual swagger abandoned in order to avoid the twilight.
The twilight was when THEY came. They always came at
twilight.
He'd just finished his shift and was walking home on what he
called 'route b'. This involved avoiding the busy shopping
malls and avoiding the typical late 20th century rat race.
'Route b' was a much more scenic route. Well as scenic as
you could get living in an urban sprawl.
People made him nervous and so he avoided them wherever
he could. He preferred the safety and security of his own
company to that of his fellow man. There was something
about other people that made him on edge, as though there
was something inside them that was evil and was trying to
drag him down to hell.
The light was beginning to fade quickly now. He had to get
home soon or else face up to THEM again. He quickened
his pace into a slow run, he must get home no matter the
cost.
As he ran past well kept gardens he knew that he would be
too late. He could feel the oppression in his mind, the voices
that demanded things of him, tried to make him obey their
will, they would soon start. He must hurry.
In the dying embers of the day a last glow of sunshine broke
thru the clouded sky and bathed him in light. He stood
transfixed as salvation came upon him. The voice inside his
head was smooth but powerful. It said "You are my chosen one.
The world has become evil and I have chosen you to stop it."
He fell on his knees in awe. "What should I do?" he called.
"Women are the cause. Since they tempted Adam so long
ago they now tempt mankind. It was a woman's hand that
caused man's downfall. You must stop temptation again
before the end of all things."
The sunlight left and the day drew to a close. Breathless
from his revelation he ran the remainder of the way home.
His encounter had driven THEM away. He now saw things
clearly, he knew what his mission was to be.
When he got home he managed to find his old family bible
and he opened it and read Genesis chapter 3. The voice was
right. The woman did do it, the woman was the serpent. So
the world could see the truth he now knew the woman must
become the serpent again. That was his new role, his
destiny.
Fourteen months later.
He stood astride her, his foot placed firmly on the small of
her back. She was whimpering softly, unable to speak
properly. Her slender body pressing deep into the ground.
The wood silent apart from the buzz of the crickets.
"Don't worry. Soon you will be back where you belong" he
said.
Her only reply was to struggle some more.
"Now for your atonement," he said as he brought the axe
down in a smooth practiced motion.
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Detective Scott Harris took the call. He'd only just gotten to
bed after a pretty shitty day. He'd just managed to creep into
bed and get warmed up when his pager went off. Struggling
not to wake up his wife, who was still asleep, he managed to
get to it and switch it off.
Bleary eyed he walked to the phone and rang the station.
"Wass up," he said sleepily.
"Sorry to wake you but we found another one," the voice
replied somberly.
"Fuck!, where?"
"In Cranwell woods. Nobody saw anybody do anything. The
MO's just like the rest. I sure hope we get this bastard
soon."
"OK I'll be right there."
Dressing in a hurry was not in Scott's nature but ten years of
working in homicide had taught him one thing about getting
dressed in the middle of the night. Rule 1, always check
your zipper. He did so and slipped silently out of the house.
The small patch of woodland known to the locals as
Cranwell woods was about 10 miles out of town, and it
would take Scott about 20 minutes to get there. As he drove
past deserted streets he thought about the case, his case. "I
hope to God I catch this bastard soon," he thought.
In an attempt to clear his mind he switched on the radio.
Carmina Burana O Fortuna was just ending and the news
started. "And the hot news tonight is that Robert Abbey has been
appointed the defending attorney in the Dr Elizabeth Bexley
trial. As you are no dou."
Scott flicked the radio off in disgust. Firstly he was fed up
with the media always going on about the Bexley trial all
day, every day. But what really got in his craw was that the
officer in charge of the case had it so easy. Rich heiress,
pissed off at being jilted, blows her ex-fiancee's wife's head
off in front of hundreds of witnesses at an airport. Simple
open and shut case. Not like this one at all.
The blue and red flashing lights casting distorted shadows
thru the trees told him he was at the place. Paramedics were
still on site, but their movements told him they were too late.
He drew up beside a squad car and got out.
After he flashed his badge at the officer guarding the site he
met his partner, Tina. The tears in her brown eyes told him
his worst fears were true.
"Is it?" he asked.
"Yep, Take a look if you want. I gotta get outta here," she
said softly.
"Forensics been down here?"
"Yeah. As usual they found squat, just the usual. Andrew's
still here though."
"Fine I'll go talk to him," and Scott walked off.
"Hi Doc," Scott said to Andrew.
Andrew was crouched down, his flashlight sweeping the
ground for any missed evidence. "Uh Hi," Andrew replied.
"Can I take a look?" Scott asked.
"Sure, we've taken all the photos we need for the moment.
We just need to do the front."
"Why don't you come too and tell me what you've found?"
Scott asked.
"Okay I was headed back that way anyway."
Scott and Andrew threaded their way thru damp, thick
bushes and ferns until they reached the point. Scott's
flashlight beam fell on the place and he nearly threw up in
disgust. Only ten years of this kinda shit stopped him.
The shape resembled a young woman, laying face down.
Her arms were missing and her body was clothed in what
looked like a fake snake skin swimsuit . Her legs had been
bound together using thick adhesive tape and obviously
placed inside a roughly sewn PVC tail, which were covered
again with brown and black snake scales. Blood was still
seeping out of the bloody sockets where her arms had been
and a large bruise was starting to form on the small of her
back.
The head was shaven all over and a snake-skin hood was
lying close by.
"Did you take that off?" Scott asked pointing at the hood.
"Yeah, we needed to see if it was the same as all the rest."
"Can we turn her over?" Scott asked.
"Sure, I was about to do that. We'd better get some
photographers over here first," Andrew replied.
"I'll go get them" Scott said, still feeling sick from the sight
he'd just witnessed.
A few minutes later Scott returned and turned the body
over. The feeling of nausea returned as he looked at the face
of the dead girl. The girl's eyes, still open, showed great pain
and fear. Blood was seeping from her mouth. She must've
been about 25.
The photographers did their grisly work with their usual
efficiency and this allowed Scott to get a closer look. Her
mouth was bloated as though something was inside. He
reached down to open her mouth, knowing what he would
find, but he needed to confirm it.
"Better put these on first," Andrew said, handing Scott a pair
of translucent latex gloves.
"Thanks," Scott said, and put the gloves on.
Scott reached into the woman's mouth and found a golf ball
sized rubber ball inside. It had obviously been used to stop
her screams.
"Pass me the flashlight would'ja," Scott asked.
Andrew gave it to him and bent down to look over Scott's
shoulder. Scott switched the beam on and looked into the
woman's mouth. He heard a "fucking hell," from Andrew but
what he saw inside came as no surprise. Parts of her tongue
had been cut away to make it much thinner than usual. A
long section had also been removed from the middle of the
tongue giving it a fork shape.
"This wound is quite old, maybe a few days. Look how it'd
started to heal," Andrew said.
"I want this mother-fucker, I want him bad," Scott said
bitterly.
"Yeah I know," Andrew replied. He'd seen many corpses in
his time but these ones were the worst.
A shout went up from a way back, "Hey get over here, I
found something." Scott and Andrew stood up and ran to
where the sound came from.
A young, fresh faced officer was busily throwing up whilst
his more experienced partner stood there holding the
flashlight on the ground.
Scott looked down at two severed arms, laying side by side
on the ground. The grass was dark where blood had poured
from the open wounds.
"Looks like she was trying to squirm her way to the road
when she died," Andrew said.
"What's your initial thoughts? "Scott asked Andrew.
"Too early to give a proper analysis but I'd say she was
brought here already bound and gagged and then held to the
ground with his foot on the small of her back. Judging by
ragged wounds and exposed bone I say that he then
proceeded to hack off each arm with a large implement such
as an axe. Notice several smaller wounds around each
shoulder, all at different angles. I'd say he had to have
several goes in order to sever each arm. He then clears off
and leaves her to die from blood loss," Andrew said.
"How long would this take?" Scott asked. He already sort of
knew the answer but he wanted a second opinion.
"About 5-10 minutes depending on size, fitness etc. I guess
she's been dead about 3-4 hours judging by the bruises and
amount of blood around. I'll know more when we get her
back."
"So she crawled about 100-150 yards in that time. I guess
we should be able to see the blood trail," Scott said.
"Yep. Scott, you look beat. Why don't you go home and leave
the rest to us."
"OK let me know what you find out," and Scott walked
away.
The radio on the way back was still on about the Bexley trial
so it stayed silent for the rest of the journey. By the time he
got home it was 4am, and unable to sleep he poured himself
a large brandy to try and keep the nightmares at bay.
He awoke with a headache some 5 hours later with the
smell of freshly cooked bacon in his nostrils. His wife,
Rebecca, was calling to him, "Hunny breakfast."
"OK dear, now coming" he called.
Slowly getting up he walked into his kitchen and sat down in
front of his favorite breakfast. His face must have betrayed
something as his wife asked, "Another one huh?"
Scott paused for a few moments and then said, "Yeah, this
one was the worst yet. Sorry but I want to leave my work
where it belongs. You're my last outpost of sanity in an
insane, perverse world. When I get thru that door we're in
sitcom mode. We may have ups and downs but there's
always a happy ending and a little moral lesson at the end."
"Hey, I know, now eat up," and she bent down and kissed
him on the cheek.
Scott felt his cock swell, She's still got it he thought.
A few minutes and a prolonged kiss later Scott was on his
way to the station. So far the precinct had done a good job
of covering things up but he didn't know how much longer it
would last. This latest murder put more pressure on him to
lift the press restrictions.
His team was waiting for him as he walked into the briefing
room. For many of them this was their first homicide case
and certainly their first serial rapist. He looked across at their
faces and was amazed at how quickly they had lost their
innocence. When they'd first been assigned to this case they
were all keen and raring to go. Their heads full of Cagney
and Lacy, Perry Mason and Dirty Harry. As soon as they
saw that first dismembered corpse nearly a year ago those
illusions about working in homicide were shattered. Now all
that remained was grim determination.
The chattering ceased as Scott cleared his throat.
"Thanks for coming, Ladies and Gentlemen. I'm sure you all
know what happened last night."
"For those who don't know what the hell I'm going on about
and have been drafted in after last nights events, I'm going to
outline the known facts. After I've done that you may ask
any questions you may have and I'll do my best to answer
them."
The was a small pause as Scott allowed his audience to
settle. He put the first of his slides on the OHP and switched
it on. He was about to speak and the bulb blew. "Fuck," he
swore.
"Never mind I'll continue without it," he said, and pushed the
non-functioning OHP away.
"The first attack occurred nearly a year ago. If you look in
your notes you can see the pictures of that first victim.
Notice how her tongue has been mutilated to form a fork
shape and how her legs have been bound as though to form
a snake's tail. Now the coroner says she was still alive and
conscious when her arms were amputated. We later found
out her name was Vickie Farrell and she was a waitress at
the local Taco Bell. She went missing on her way home
from her late shift and her worried parents called us the next
day."
The new members of his team's faces were pale and drawn
as they took in the horrific picture in front of them.
"You will notice that the killer tries, in each case, to make his
victim become serpent like. Our psycho-analysts and
profilers can give no firm motive behind the attacks, only
that they are carried out with much care. Their explanations
range from a person with a snake fetish to some kind of
snake woman hater. Frankly they haven't a clue what makes
this guy think."
Another pause to let his words sink in and then Scott started
again.
"There have been nine further attacks over the last 10
months, each one exactly the same. We've looked for a
pattern for the attacks but can find none. There also appears
to be no regular time pattern either. There was a four month
break between the first and second killings for example. The
geographic regions are different but all based in this State
and each victim had no connection to the others. One thing
has been noticed is that each victim was noticeably more
attractive than the last. It's as though our killer is working
his way up the beauty stakes."
"The Coroner's reports each say the same thing and I
suspect last night's will show the same. As I may have
mentioned before the victim's arms are removed just prior to
death by some kind of axe, probably one used for
woodcutting . Their heads are shaved sometime before this
and judging by the stubble growth, shaved every day. We
think the tongue is mutilated between five and eight days
before death and judging from bruising around the legs and
remains of the arms they are bound with wire and adhesive
tape. The victim is also gagged using a device similar in size
to a golf ball. Bruising around the mouth indicates that this
is in place most of the time.
The victims' genitals show signs of bruising indicating
multiple rape during their captivity. Unfortunately their
vaginas have been cleaned before the killing so we have no
semen samples from which to work. For such a violent
death there are surprisingly few signs of struggle and we
have no idea of the killer's method for preventing it. Bruising
on the back shows us that the victims have been held down
by a foot but the size and type of footwear used varies each
time or we could not determine more detail from the
bruising."
Scott paused allowing time for the note makers to catch up.
"Naturally we have focused on the places where the
clothing, gags and axes can be obtained but in each case no
one person has purchased all of items used. We've checked
warehouses and factories for robberies and missing stock
but once again drawn a blank."
"We have contacted the FBI and they are carrying out their
own investigation, liasing with us when required. However
they are no nearer than we are to finding the killer. They did
a physiological profile of the killer as well as the
aforementioned psychological one but all it told us was that
he is a white male, from 5'5 to 6 foot. Maybe overweight. In
other words fuck all."
"You can find more detailed reports of all the above in your
notes. Now questions."
A hand went up. A young cop probably just transferred to
homicide. She looked shocked at the horrific detail she'd just
been shown.
"Sir, could you tell us if you have worked out why the killer
is going for increasing beautiful women?"
"We have some theories on that. The one I go with is that he
sees a woman as an unattainable thing. The more beautiful
the more out of reach she is. Once he has conquered one
level of beauty he moves onto the next," Scott said.
"Why haven't we gone public with this?" another cop asked.
"Good question. We had Stephanie Lane snooping around a
while ago but she agreed to keep it under wraps when we
explained our reasoning. In fact the entire media have
agreed to a complete news black out."
"Which is?" another cop asked.
"I was coming onto that. Firstly, imagine the panic if this got
out, fear would ripple thru the whole community. Secondly,
there's the copycat factor, the last thing we want is for some
nutcase to start copying what he reads. Third, we need to
keep the killer in the dark. The less he knows the more likely
he is to make a mistake. Stephanie Lane saw the wisdom in
this and has got broad agreement from all her press
colleagues. The timing of this Bexley trial circus works for
us as well. While everyone's wondering why Dr Bexley did it
we can get on with proper police work."
There was a knock at the door. "Yes," Scott called.
In walked Andrew holding a sheet of paper. "Scuse me. We
got an ID on the girl last night," he said.
"Who was she?"
"Her name was Jennifer Lynn, aged 22. Her flat mate got
worried when she didn't turn up after her audition last week.
However she didn't report it as she thought Jennifer had
found a partner for the week. Apparently it wasn't unheard
of for her to go missing for a week and then just turn up
again."
"OK people you heard that, Colin and Chris I want you to
check on Jennifer Lynn's flat mate. The rest of you go back
and check on all the details we have. The new boys here can
go and read up for a couplea days. We'll meet here again
Thursday to catch up. Dismissed," Scott said.
His team filed out silently, the chatter before the meeting
extinguished by the seriousness of the job ahead.
Tina filtered her way thru the door and went to speak to
Scott and Andrew.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi, got anything?"
"Nope, just a hunch though," she said.
"I'm listening," Scott said.
"Hey talk to you later, I gotta go. I've got to confirm a DNA
test on Dr Elizabeth Bexley, in town," Andrew said.
"Not you too," Scott said. Another casualty of that damn
case.
"Fraid so," Andrew replied.
"See ya," Tina said and Andrew walked out.
"What's this hunch?"
"Well I got thinking. He's moved on to actresses now, it's
only a small step toward models. I think his next victim will
be a model," Tina said.
"You maybe right. We went thru this a while back but he
threw the scent by killing a waitress and a hairdresser. Since
it now looks like it's beauty he's going for rather than
occupation I want you to put the word out to all the
agency's around here. Be discrete," Scott said.
"Hey, it's me, remember," Tina said and walked out.
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In another part of town He awoke. The glow of blessing had
not yet departed from last night. Only another two to go and
the evil of the world would be broken, the serpent's head
crushed as foretold in Genesis. Once he had removed the
twelve evil disciples then the world could finally be free...
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