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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Mystery
- Subject: Crime
- Published: 09/24/2022
Cries in the Night
Born 1957, F, from Mesick Michigan, United StatesMany nights I sit at the edge of this dock with a beer in hand. It's been three years since that horrible evening on June twelfth. Anger fills my soul and rage burns within me as I remember it so clearly.
Tonya and I were sitting on the dock enjoying a beautiful late evening sunset and drinking a few beers when suddenly life changed forever.
“I'm out.” She giggles as she holds up her empty bottle.
“Hey baby. No problem. I'll go get us a couple more brews. Don't go anywhere.” I brush against her breast teasingly as I slide by her and head towards the house. Grabbing a couple beers from the fridge and kicking the door closed with my foot I turn just time to hear gut wrenching cries break the silence. Bottles smash to the floor spraying the scent of ale throughout the small kitchen.
“Tonya!!” I yell as I rush to the open door. In my hast I slip on the wet floor and hit my head on the corner of the counter leaving a huge gash. Blood gushes down the side of my face. I'm lying in a pool of beer and blood. Pulling myself up off the sticky floor I hear Tonya scream again. Running out the threshold and down towards the lake I see two shadows struggling. One is Tonya the other a menacing ruthless human being.
“You son of a bitch, leave her alone!!” Screaming as blood blurs my vision I watch as the evil grabs my girl and tosses her in the water like a stinking rotten fish. Running, for what seems like in slow motion, I reach out for her but can't get to her soon enough. Before I can get to the creep he jumps in the lake and swims off. A heavy mist is beginning to form making it difficult to see. Squinting my eyes, I jump into the cool oasis and begin searching for Tonya. Between gasps for air and gulps of water I yell out her name “Tonya, Tonya answer me. I know you're OK. Answer me please. TONYA!!!” To no avail my attempts to find her fail. Exhausted, I crawl to the shore. Lying on my back. I whimper to myself. “She's gone. She's gone. She can't be gone.” “YOU BASTARD. I WILL FIND YOU! YOUR DEAD!” I yell into the darkness.
Struggling physically and emotionally I make my way back to our cabin. I need to call Sheriff Dugan and get some guys out here searching for Tonya. Dialing the number, I wait for a response. Soon the receptionist speaks. “Sheriff Dugan's office. What can I do for you?” Silence. “Hello. Is anyone there?” Placing the phone back in its cradle, I stand staring out the window at the heavy mist moving like eerie ghosts floating in midair. Mumbling out loud I whisper “I'll track this monster down and kill him myself. This is my mission. My revenge. No one else. Bastard, you're mine. You will die at my hands.”
I know this lake and these woods better than anyone especially this killer. He's in my territory now. The mist rolled in so fast he didn't have time to get out of these woods. He's still here but not for long. Death is knocking on his door, and he doesn't know it.
Back at the house I grab my Duffle bag and fill it with wire, a bear trap, switch blade, stun gun, flashlight, mace and of course my Glock 19. The brass knuckles, I put on for immediate defense. Not sure what I might need but I must be prepared.
Dressed for the hunt, I head out north through the woods. About two miles into the dense forest, I hear a man's voice mumbling to himself. “This dam fog. I can't see shit. That dam bitch, if she'd only kept her mouth shout, she'd been dead before she hit the water and I'd be gone. I don't know how long I've been out here. Can't see the face of my watch. It's too foggy. I'm going to have to sit quietly and wait it out.”
Off in the near distance I hear a faint cry. “John.”
My God, it's Tonya. Heading in the direction of her cry, I will her to be quiet. To not make another sound in fear that the killer will hear her. But she doesn't sense my urgency. This time her cry is louder. “John! John! Help me!”
“Shit. The bitch is alive!” The killer shrieked “Keep talking bitch. I'm coming after you. This time you'll be dead when I'm through with you!”
The killer heads off in the direction of her cries.
“Tonya, please stop yelling. I know where you are.” I plead. “I don't want the killer to get to you before I do. Please stop.” I whisper.
But her cries continue.
“That's it Bitch, keep talking. You're leading me right to you. Good girl.” Gloated the killer.
By the sound of his voice, I knew I was right on his ass. So, I grabbed my stun gun and aimed it in the direction I believed he was.
He let out a loud bleat.
Bingo!
I don't know if the jolt knocked him down.
But seconds later I knew the answer, tripping over him I fell to the ground. A fight pursued.
“You bastard, you tried to kill my wife.” I swung my brass knuckles into his face and made contact. I could hear bone cracking.
“Ya, and I'm going to finish the job too! Your wife is evil! She needs to die!” He yells these fabricated words as he stumbles through the heavily brushed path along the lake.
“John! Help me! I hurt my ankle! I can't move! Please John, hurry!”
“Tonya, I know where you are! Stop talking! The killer is still after you!” I yell.
I head out around the killer. Wanting to get ahead of him. He'll follow the path. I know that. I can out smart him by circling around and getting in front of him.
Back on the path, I set a bear trap in hopes of slowing him down if not crippling him for good. Then I continued on my way in the direction where I last heard Tonya's voice. She's not here. “Tonya”. I whisper. “Tonya.” No response. Dam where could she have gone.
“Hey bitch! Where are you!” I hear the killer off in the distance announce his calling. I'm coming for you. You can't hide from me!”
For a long few minutes, the only sounds are the noises from the forest itself. When suddenly without warning out of nowhere spirals the most ear-piercing cries I've ever heard. Listening closely, I recognize the screams. Tonya, it's Tonya! She screams again and again. Clenching, as I feel her pain, I absentmindedly rush to her. Her cries are worsening. I sense it's hard for her to breath. She's on the verge of death. Hang in there babe. I'm coming. Rounding a bend in the path I hear her groan painfully. Shining the flashlight on her I witness a horrific sight. My baby is covered in blood. Her throat is slashed. Blood is pulsating from the gap in her throat sliding down and tinting her once pure white sundress affixing it to her slender body. Gently but with determination I pick her up in my arms and run down the path. Don't die on me Tonya. Don't die.
“You must be dead bitch! I don't hear your panicked screams for help. You got what was coming to you. Your dead! Dead!” The killer screams.
Suddenly I'm thrown to the ground in excruciating pain and a foot in the bear trap. Tonya lands beside me. “Focus.” I tell myself. Check on Tonya. Oh my God. No! She's not moving. Her body is limp. No pulse, She's dead! “TONYAAA!”
“YOU BASTARD, YOU'RE DEAD! YOU WON'T LEAVE THESE WOODS ALIVE!!! I WILL KILL YOU!!!!”
“I don't think that's going to happen from someone with their foot in a trap. I heard the trap snap, and you yell. So, while you struggle to free yourself, I'm going to tell you a story. And your lovely wife Tonya is the star actress. So, you listen closely.”
“YOU SON OF A BITCH!!”
“Now. Now. Calm yourself and listen.”
I have no choice but to listen to the creep as I grapple with what has just happened to me.
“You see John, two years ago on this very night your wife Tonya murdered my wife and daughter.”
“No, she didn't!”
“Shut up and listen. Your wife's real name is 'Constance Rebel Slyvanic'. She is a Russian Spy with orders to track down my wife and Lindsey my daughter and kill on sight. My wife and daughter defected from Russia along with 61,400,000.00 Russian Ruble. That's equal to $1,000,000 American dollars. How she got the money is of no concern of yours. Are you shocked yet?”
“Your lying!”
“Wait, there's more. Constance (Tonya) speaks six languages with accents to match. She is highly trained in Karate, Systema, Ju-Jistsu, Tae Kwon Do and hand to hand combat. She's one of the best. She had you fooled. You see John she had to be killed. And I was the one the KGB hired to do the job. Now that the job is done, I will be on my way. I have nothing against you. Carry on with your life as it is. I will leave you in peace.
End of story.
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