The X-Man - Brian R. Lundin (smallest ebook reader TXT) 📗

may explain his fascination with women underwear and the use of panty hose as his kill tool. He probably had an intensive period of bedwetting way past the preschool age, enjoyed torturing and killing small animals and probably had an extensive juvenile record for petty crimes; shoplifting, truancy and violence towards other children and he may have had a problem establishing a sexual identity. He more-than-likely appeared immune from punishment and nothing probably seemed to modify his behavior so I would guess that the foster parents finally gave up and he was sent to another foster home and his behavior worsen. He has no real father to identify with and who knows what his foster fathers were like. He probably went through a period of being a peeping tom - a voyeur, maybe looking at the other foster girls as they dressed and undressed or he could have a testosterone imbalance like that sicko Richard Ramerez, the so-called “Night Stalker,” who raped and killed a lot of young women in the eighties. As he got older he may have had an unpleasant sexual experience with a prostitute, but here is what interesting, an older woman or young girl may have raped him at an early age and maybe he found a girl that he liked and thought she was interested in him, but only to find out later that she only felt sorry for him. This would have happened in his late teens or early twenties. He had a lot of guilt and tension developed around his sexual identity or lack of it and it has been building. He may have tried homosexual affairs that also went nowhere. So he dedicated himself to reading erotic magazines and books and became an insomniac, he may be hearing voices and/or misinterpreting reality, he lives in his own made-up fantasy world, where he is all-powerful and sexually potent. It might be helpful for you to know what kind of person you are dealing with and maybe helpful in catching him, which, I know you will, our guy thinks he’s super clever like that character in Silence of the Lambs, but he’s not as sharp as you guys. If this unsub is a sexual psychopath, which I think he is, rather than a psychotic, remembered he could be very charming especially to young impressionable women. He could be very attractive and is probably a pathological liar, a Ted Bundy type and has a grandiose sense of self- worth and importance. He is probably impulsive and is very, very angry and receives erotic satisfaction by killing and raping the women. He probably hates himself; he is willing to abandon his job, family and any friends if he has any. From the reports I’ve read he mutilates the bodies, carving an x into their chest and poses and props them up, he could be getting off from the act of killing itself. You’re searching for a very dangerous and sick individual that needs help, and I don‘t think he‘s going to stop killing. The sexual psychopath is one of the most fascinating and distressing problems of human experience. For the most part, a psychopath never remains attached to anyone or anything. He lives a “predatory” lifestyle and feels little or no regret, and little or no remorse - except when they are caught. They seek relationships, but see people as obstacles to overcome and be eliminated. He sees people in terms of how they can be used, he use people for stimulation, to build their self-esteem and we invariably value people in terms of their material value. A psychopath can have high verbal intelligence, but he typically lacks "emotional intelligence," he can be expert in manipulating others by playing to their emotions. The lack of emotional intelligence is the first good sign you may be dealing with a psychopath. A history of criminal behavior in which they do not seem to learn from their experience, but merely think about ways to not get caught is the second best sign.

RINGO
Evetta in all of the killings you sad there were no indications of forced entry; no broken windows no kicked in doors, no fingerprints, no trace evidence, no nothing, correct?

EVETTA
That’s correct sir, this unsub is very, very careful and for some strange reason, probably as a souvenir, takes the victim’s underwear.

RINGO
Ok guys, let get to work

FADE IN:
As the team leave Monique grabbed my arm.

MONIQUE
Let’s go to my office.

FADE IN:
Ringo follows Monique into her office and looked at her framed diplomas from Duke University, pictures of her and her parents overlooking a deep canyon in the Grand Canyon National Park and a picture of a young girl. She turned on CD player and the wailing sound of Miles Davis filled the small room.

MONIQUE (POINTING TO A FOUR CUP ESPRESSO COFFEE MAKER)
Want a cup?

RINGO (SHAKING HIS HEAD AND FROWNING)
No Thanks, too strong for me.

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Monique pours herself a cup of coffee and walked pass me to her desk Ringo noticed her smell, sweet and tropical.

MONIQUE
Sit, please, you look worn out

RINGO (FLOPPED DOWN INTO A COMFORTABLE, HIGH BACK CHAIR)
Long day

MONIQUE (SIT DOWN, KICKED OFF HER SHOES, TUCKED HER KNEES TO HER CHEST AND LOOKED AT RINGO)
How is the case going?

RINGO (SIGHING)
Nowhere!

MONIQUE
How is Detective Ringo handling all this?

RINGO
Going along

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Monique sat down her coffee cup and walks to a file cabinet, retrieves a folder, sits down beside Ringo and crossed her long athletic legs. She smelled sweet and clean as if she had just gotten out a scented bath and maintained an erect posture that emphases her full figure, she did this without seeming pompous or vain.

MONIQUE
How do you deal, mentally and emotionally with all this violence? How can you function when you see people mutilated and murdered in all kind of grotesque’s ways?

RINGO (QUIET FOR A MOMENT)
It's what I do, somebody got to stop them, and somebody has got to be concerned about the victims and their families, to try to bring these families some sense of closure, some peace.

MONIQUE
You know this is a very sick individual and probably were abused as a child and have a thing against women. Do you blame yourself for not catching the killer?

RINGO
In a way, yeah I do and I don’t want to feel any sympathy for this man, I didn’t care what kind of unpleasant childhood he had I don’t feel sorry for him. Being a clinical psychologist you may look upon X-Man as a victim himself but to me he is a cold-blooded killer who has to be stop, arrest if possible but death more preferred.

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Monique looked at him briefly and the look had nothing to do with police work, as Ringo pushed opened the door, checked his watch and hurried from her office.

CHAPTER


FADE IN:
Esau sat in a patched chair in Room 1B in the run down transit motel located at 39th South Calumet Avenue talking to himself. He had just finished doing two hundred sit ups and two hundred pushups. He felt good and said to himself, “I am a God; I can give life and take life.” He had spent an hour trying to convince himself that he was not a cold-blooded killer but was ridding the world of worthless women that used their sexuality to tempt and control men. He hated all the rules that govern society and told people how to live their lives.

FLASH BACK: -10 June 1973
Esau Sneed was two years of age in 10 June, 1973, when he saw his mother, a heroin addict sitting naked in a half filled bath tub with a pair of worn pantyhose loosely tied around her neck, eyes closed and her arms forming an X across her chest, he never knew his father and he doubted if his mother knew. One morning when he was three, he heard loud voices in their two room apartment, when he looked into the bathroom he saw his mother in the bloody tub her arms forming the customary X across her chest and a needle sticking out her arm. He heard one of the people talking about his mother dying from an overdose and how she had mutilated herself. A lady from the Department of Children and Family Services wrapped Esau in a blanket and took him to a large room where he spent the night with other abandon or abused children. Esau spent four years at the orphanage before being placed with the Whitleys, Demetrius and Donna. Demetruis was a big man over 230 pounds and over six feet and a drunk. When he was drunk he would beat his small wife Donna and Esua for no reason other than just being plain old mean. Donna was very submissive and the years of abuse caused her to look older than her thirty-five years. Esau was seven when he was sent to their home and he remembered his first night in their home, Demetruis came home drunk and raped his wife in front of him. Demetrious seemed to get pleasure forcing Esau to watch while he had sex with his wife and eventually Esau wanting to watch and became fascinated with Donna’s body. While a student at Finger Elementary School on the far south side of the city Esau was fascinated by his female classmates; he carved a hole in the girl’s washroom wall and would watch the girls as they used the facilities; he would stand below the stairs and look under their dresses as they walked up or down, when he saw the private parts of some of the girls who didn’t wear panties he would become aroused and felt a hardness in his penis. Donna would braid his long straight hair into pigtails and tie them with barrettes, she also told Esau how she always wanted a daughter and she would alter her panty-hoses to fit him. Esau was physically unimpressive at around four feet, a little under fifty-five pounds, but he had high cheekbones, a strong jaw-line that formed angular planes, sharp facial features, dark black eyes and a coffee colored complexion, but because of his size, his high pitched voice and his good looks he was bullied by the other boys to protect himself he carried a rusty switch-blade knife he found in the alley. In spite of his home life and the bullying, he was an excellent student and had been tested at having an IQ of 160 and considered by many of his teacher as charming and a genius, but other study’s revealed that he lacked social skills and often manipulated the younger children and seemed preoccupied with deviant sexual fantasies about young girls and women. Esau was often teased by his classmates for the braids and barrettes, in his hair and when we found out about the woman panties he wore, the teasing increased and the girls called him “Weirdo,” and would snicker, giggle and make fun of him. At home he found homework boring so he read romantic novels of Charles Baudelaire the 19th Century French poet and translator who wrote that “Unless sex was sinful, it was boring and meaningless,” and the works of Jean-Jacques Rousseau the 18th Century Swiss philosopher, writer and composer and was especially fond of his saying, “That when imagination is combined with sexual desire the results is twice as intoxicating.” He read over and over their love scenes that described the beauty of the female body and he day-dreamed about making love to beautiful women. He lacked the courage to pursue or talk to the