Message-ID: <40499asstr$1042888204@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Sean Farragher" X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Priority: 3 (Normal) X-MSMail-Priority: Normal Importance: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1106 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 17 Jan 2003 23:52:19 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} TxM6: Taxi Murders the Novel -- Chapter Four -- The Incest of Serial Murder Date: Sat, 18 Jan 2003 06:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw TxM6: Taxi Murders the Novel -Chapter 4 The Incest of Serial Murder - Lilith, Abel & Caine (c) 2003 Sean Farragher sfarragher@nj.rr.com NEW & UP AT MY SITE Taxi Murders the Novel Chapters 1-40 http://www.seanfarragher.com/taximurdersbook http://www.seanfarragher.com http://www.seanfarragher.com/hyperfiction http://www.seanfarragher.com/Joss Chapter 4 James Albert Caine IV & Others April 1969; 13:02:22 173rd Airborne Brigade with 4th Infantry almost over run by. 174th NVA Regiment. Dak To, Hill 875, Kontum Province, Vietnam Caine Journals: "In Vietnam, two years past now, full scale wars: the battle for Hill 875 began its third day; It's now 0100 Hours and 21 November 1967. I have started my second tour. I can feel my half curled palms, and the tremors in my arms as adrenaline rushes. I need this threat, struggle to keep me safe. I need life for death." In 1967 on day ten of his first tour in Nam at 0620 Hours, First Lieutenant and Bravo Company XO, Jimmy Albert Caine IV humped the grunts up the hill after Bravo Company Commander, Captain John R. Ashland, West Point 1962, who led the assault, was captured by the enemy. Captain Ashland's remains were never found. By 1200 Hours three hours after insertion there would be 46 CASUALTIES (23 KIA) including the commander of Second Platoon, Lieut. Mark Weygand. Mr. Weygand, West Point Star man, who had been in-country four months, and was 23 years old. Awarded posthumously his second Bronze Star for valor, he was survived by his wife, and twin boys, 2 months old -- infants he would never know. Mr. Weygand had graduated 3rd in his class with the rank of Cadet Captain. Biography makes the imaginary real and the real imaginary. More detail: Jimmy Caine graduated from West Point class of 1964. He spent the two years following at Oxford as a Rhodes scholar. In London, Caine, know as the Kensington stalker, murdered three women. He was never charged with the crimes. Caine knew Weygand at the Point. "he made beast barracks hell. I remember him as driven to be the best. We may both melt to earth. War is more than a coincidence. Murder is a complicated kiss" Caine by The Gadfly: In 1968, Lieutenant Caine was the illegitimate father of four-year-old boy Antonio Joseph Corvino AKA the man called Abel. Years later, Antonio with his lover and half-sister, Maria, AKA the woman called Lilith, stalked, kidnapped and murdered twelve late term pregnant women. Abel born Antonio Corvino chose his biblical name for ironic slight of hand and revenge. Caine & Abel never met. Presumably dead on 30 April 1975 Colonel Caine, lost on Saigon's last day, returned from the dead Some claim Caine did not die, but was MIA held captive by Laotian Communists. Others say his resurrection was predicted. Set alive again his miracle would save the life of a woman he would never meet. Take what the Gadfly claims as partial truth. As a Journalist I record memory as well as imagination, and in this literary forms I am more the story that unfolds into a perennial-mutating, metamorphic bug. Actually, I love the story as the lie and never was a bug. 100 million years ago we, you and I, all creatures were eaten by some infernal spiny critter and we flew like a blind sparrow into the beaks and were gathered with honey. Can't you taste that sticky phlegm that sticks to your wings. Semen runs from my fingertips. I can fuck ten women and three men at once. I once made a Priest bear his own daughter. As the woman he became he stood next to her as a witness feeling every push and pull, contraction and expansion. He lived in pain and claimed he felt pure giving birth. I created Caine to birth the murder his son would spawn. Young man Caine in that other mind (copied from the London Press) Caine feared dying. Murder keeps me breathing. War preserves my illusions. "I do not fear life. Mary Gail Weldon, my first lover taught me to fuck, murder and come "We murdered that boy for sport. I was fourteen. Mary Gail was sixteen. Caine is the love of evil. You would never think him evil. You would never believe I am capable of killing. I have. Caine and I appear strong, handsome, and certain of our male strength. We murdered women to absorb their lives. Mary Gail murdered men to feel their pricks unfurl. In that share vision, man and woman, Caine, Lilith and Abel made the dance supreme. Mary Gail loved these bloody parties. As Caine I know murder and rape. "I do not have to be the good man." Caine and I are the same mouth and share the same voice. We are separate people twinned in translucent silica that leaks blood. *** Awarded two Congressional Medals of Honor, the DSC, and five Silver Stars would on February 14, 1993 Caine lead Malachi, Laurie's father, and the police to that terrible house where his daughter Laurie captive for ten months. Tragedy is a double ended dildo gathered as a serial plot written in ball-point pen on the back of the hands of twelve year old boys abused by their fathers and seduced by their mothers. Abel will slay Caine, and Laurie, Lilith's murderer, will kill Abel for recompense. Left alone at the end Laurie bears Abel's child. Arrested she is sentence to five ears for the manslaughter of Lilith in childbirth. Irony is the servant of sweet fools. "Tell me Laurie's crime," the gadfly shrieks. Show me Caine's sins. Why was Laurie punished? How did she survive? Join the Gadfly at 1090 River Road Edgewater, NJ. There we will meet the characters, the end game and lone survivor, Laurie. Help us clip the crumbling wings of these facile humming birds. Murder is an ordinary play of cards. I will open this fake stage and as the Bard declare nighttime horror beguiled by daylight screams proclaimed the winning Trifecta ticket at Belmont. Join us in this celebration and our witness becomes a salutatory best in show that makes the bet pay. I do not eschew verbiage. I am the moral of a deadly story made true by the act of its creation. No, no one actually dies, suffers or transforms into a beast. There is only slight Bestiality here. I prefer human companions. *** The Gadfly: Lilith became the second architect of despised motherhood's cult that came to be known as Genesis. "I make the scaffold broad and trim to hold 'ever' the several spiked heads of the slut mothers of the children of god; "their cunts harbor weak gods." Lilith murdered the mothers to protect the infant children. She set the infants free exactly seven days after the mothers gave birth. Lilith kept one who raised as her daughter. Another died post partum. A third she murdered after dreaming that the child would someday murder one of her children. "That infant was a beast Lilith screamed at Abel. "Burn her quickly after aging him in lime. I know he is kin to our father." Lilith called by a local prophet, Madam Sorosis, "a mask that projects evil in its nasty carnival. Madam S knew about the murders. She did nothing." Lilith wrote in her journal, "in another time all of "this would be named an absurd comedy staged by miscreants bled on the cunny's tooth." Imagine Lilith seducing her brother. Mother Victoria watches. As they watch and fornicate the three beings share the vision of murder and death. Soon brother and sister will murder the mother. Victoria did not start the avalanche. Luther started the fall. Gathering his sister to his Priestly vestments this not historic Luther raped and murdered his father. Immigrating to the USA Luther set in motion the schemes that would make taxi murders seem tame. More to follow. "Murder drips in sweet blood," Lilith said. "When I insert the heads of my women in their plastic bag I hold hands as they breathe their last note. Cutting out their cunts they scream to breathe but cannot. I make them that human sacrifice called my celebration of human nature." for More TxM6 http://www.seanfarragher.com/taximurdersbook END -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+