Original Work Barry The Fairy.

Barry has a greater intelligence level than I have covered so far, and I didn’t want everyone to think him an uncouth one dimensional character. Yes, he is a sociopath.

 

Do it, I can read it while I eat supper.

 

But only to those that violate his sense of morals.

 

There is a lot of difference between violence as a part of the storyline and using it to enhance the situation and just using it for shock value. It is often more important to imply it than describe it. Many people are capable of imagining things when they read the implications and suggestions that would get you banned in a moment. Many of the best authors set the scene and let the reader fill in the details.

I think you did very well in the ambush in the first part of the story. Sucked you into the story and didn't turn you off. The details leading up to the snatching of the dealer both set the scene and made it more believable. Barry is careful , cunning, and not superman. Maybe crazy, but not a fool.

I for one am looking forward to more and think the implications of the torture by describing the instruments was more effective than pages of details of the torture and as an added bonus, it keeps you from being banned. While it is often a ego thing to shock the reader, there are limits imposed by the monitors and the readers, and if you don't respect those limits, you won't have any readers.

 

Thanks!
A few minutes later with only a gallon of water having been used Moon Bat was singing like a bird. He couldn’t keep his mouth shut, and Barry let him run his head until he finally slowed to a stop. Barry was recording the “interview” and knew this was a hazardous practice, but not having a great memory, decided that he didn’t have much choice and would burn it after listening to it a few times.
Moon Bat gave him a surprisingly good overall briefing on the operation, and Barry had him fill in the gaps where possible. It took two plus hours for Barry to get all he could from the questioning, and was surprised to find that Moon Bat was actually the supplier that sold drugs to the official’s kid that had overdosed the innocent girl at the party. I guess it all comes full circle, thought Barry.

In a low and threatening voice, Barry asked; Are you sure that’s all there is? I’ve got the feeling that you’re holding out on me boy.

Moon Bat looked horrified while shouting No Sir! No Sir! I’ve told you everything I know! I ain’t held nothing back!!! Please believe me, I ain’t gonna lie to you I promise!

Barry studied him for a moment and just when Moon Bat thought something bad was going to happen, he smiled, stroked his head and said Everything is gonna be alright, don’t worry about a thing. Barry picked up the bag of drugs and took some in his gloved hand, then turned to Moon Bat saying There is no telling how many lives you’ve helped ruin or end. There is little to no justice in this world, but I’m going to serve you some justice right here and now. As he moved closer to Moon Bat the drug peddler had a look of horror on his face and began screaming and swearing at Barry, alternating between threats and begging he fought against his restraints thrashing and twisting with all his strength. Barry calmly waited until his had worn himself down then grabbed his left nipple and gave it a hard twist. Moon Bat opened his mouth to scream and Barry deftly crammed the drugs into his mouth then forced it closed. MB’s eyes bugged out as he realized what was happening, and he tried to scream. It did him no good, and the concentrated drugs acted swiftly sending him into spasms before a total system shut down. Barry quickly peeled off the triple layered gloves and dropped them on Moon Bats body. Standing there Barry almost had a twinge of conscience, but then he remembered the broken hearted parents of the high school girl, and the sickness he’d felt when he’d first heard of the incident, then he felt satisfaction.

“Welcome to Hell you SOB.” Muttered Barry. “You got off light here, but the Hereafter will not be good to you.”

Barry removed the monocular from his pocket and scanned thru all the windows in the old house. Seeing nothing, he returned to the living room and untied Moon Bat and rolled him to the floor then rolled the cart to the door an poured all the water out of the containers onto the ground over twenty yards away. Pushing everything back inside, he scanned the area once more, and finding nothing, he began to pour out the gasoline/Diesel fuel mixture throughout the old house. Then checking for company once again, he put the fuel can in the truck started it and moved it beside the house and left the motor running. One final check revealed no one around and no aircraft in the sky, so he lit the paper twist he’d prepared, tossed it through a window then entered his truck, drove thru then secured the gate and continued on down the dirt road. He reached the paved road, turned onto it and drove the speed limit toward town where he found a car wash where he thoroughly cleaned the inside and outside of his truck. He’d use bleach and hydrogen peroxide later on but this would do for now.

Phase One Complete.

 

I'm a history buff and one of my areas of interest is the Knights Templar, so I'm an expert in medieval torture methods and most of the more modern ones as well. For the record, I have a healthy appetite and sleep soundly at night.

 

LOL!
In a former life one of my military jobs was to capture Army officers for others to question. One would be quite surprised at the foul comments that are delivered by these gentlemen when apprehended. Colonels were especially adept at swearing and threats. Can’t tell you how many times my military career was over because I dared to lay hands on their persons. They did so destest those helocopter rides. }:^)

 

Have you ever heard of Little Archie, he rode with Bloody Bill Anderson and William Quantrill, during the Civil War. He favored a knife, and no Yankee could keep a secret from Little Archie. You're going to talk; you might as well do it while you're still in one piece.

 

Never heard of Little Archie. I guess I need to do more history studies.
Jim

 

Barry's busted - the explosive force of gasoline vapors is...impressive...a half gallon in an open ditch can rattle windows hundreds of feet away.

Wouldn't have made it to the truck before the boom.

Otherwise - get those scum cleaned out!!!!

 

In his defense, it was a diesel/gas mixture. 10% gas to 90% diesel would ensure that it caught, but should have given him enough time to clear out.

As a teenager I was helping my uncle one weekend. He had cut down a big cottonwood tree, and had started burning it. Saturday morning, per his instructions, I put a 50/50 mixture of gas/diesel in a two gallon can and walked over to where the fire had been burning the day before. I sloshed a bunch out where there were no live flames or embers, but on the third slosh, some of "my" gas fumes had apparently meandered about 10-15 feet over to where some embers remained from the previous day's burning. There was a KA-WHOOSH and the next thing I knew I was standing about six feet behind where I had been. The can was on the ground, and the wooden handle was burning, along with where I had splashed the mixture. I had one little singe mark on my T-shirt collar, and about a 1" x 0.5" first degree burn next to it.where I figured a finger of the fumes had been when it lit up. Otherwise, I was unharmed. One thing I know, is that I have a very fast guardian angel!