Somewhere In Columbus, Ohio

A tall man jumped out from behind a clump of bushes from the side of Mackinaw Road. At one time it was a hundred-mile stretch of blacktop that used to be a trail that would lead you from Columbus to Cincinnati back in the day. Almost seventy years ago, three large sinkholes ended that idea. Now, if it’s used for anything, it’s either to bring a date there to make out with or dump your trash.

In this case, Johnny “Baby Boy” Jackson, just finished making out with a chubby sixteen-year-old girl who begged and pleaded with him not to hurt her.

Johnny had snatched her from a bus station in Columbus, punched her in the mouth to shut her up until he got to Mackinaw Road.

He kept his promise not to hurt her after he raped her brutally. To Johnny, sex isn’t brutal, sex is all about feeling good, and when he gets rough; to him, that feels wonderful.

But he kept his promise not to hurt her anymore. He broke her neck.

In a notebook in his car, he wrote her name down: Natalie. 16. Number 41. The first one? Ellaine Mae Jackson. 62.

His mother.

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This is a portion of Book Five, Part Nine, Raging Evils, which will be posted sometime by the end of this year. Currently, I have already posted Book One, Evil X Three, parts one thru three, and soon to finish Book Two, Binding Evil, parts four and five within the next two weeks.

And for the record, what I write, although fiction, there are people out in the world just like Johnny "Baby Boy" Jackson, as well as other characters I have written about. In truth, reality and fiction becomes the epicenter of turmoil, greed and horor, and somewhere in the mix, a little love and some laughter can be found.

Just not today.