Coles Redemption

By James Heady

Published on Oct 8, 2022

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Cole's Redemption By James

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Cole's Redemption

Chapter 20

A gruesome Saturday, tonight we'll make A night to dismember Legally insane, make no mistake A night to dismember Bloody Hammers A Night to Dismember

Kevin

It was a week before school started, and so I was busy that Saturday. For that last week of Summer Vacation, Cole would be staying with me starting that up-coming Monday, and so I put my plan for Edgar Bradly's group in action for the weekend leading up to that week.

The day before on Friday, I checked the directions, and then made a trip to the area on which the second compound was situated for the group. I hid in the bushes, and watched for a while, then after making sure that I was familiar with the area, I went back home, then after the morning passed, I went back this time with the guns and ammo. I had originally planned to lure the group out in to the open, and shoot everyone of them, but after thinking this through a little more, I didn't feel comfortable going through with it. Turning them against one another, and hoping that they would destroy one another however, now that held total appeal for me. I hoped that it would work, and that's when I got started on writing all of the e-mails from the members to one another using all of their e-mail addresses, and after a couple of hours, I had formulated a conversation that to anyone else appeared as if the members of the group were dissatisfied with what they were doing, and that they wanted to leave the group. Edgar Bradly would see it of course, and then I decided to deal with him by using the guns I had ordered to appear as if he had ordered them, and thus he would get in trouble with the police, and possibly more potent law Enforcement bodies such as the FBI and others. I had been working on all of that while Cole had been in the hospital for the weekend while he was sedated after his surgery to remove the bullets from when he had been shot.

Now on the Friday of the weekend leading up to mine and Cole's last week together, I did the trip to the compound, then returned home as I said before. I then went back out later that afternoon as I also said, and that's when I placed the box of weapons outside the gate of the compound next to several stacks of other boxes. I counted on the group thinking that it was a box of whatever they had ordered, and that possibly one of the members might have placed it there a while back. Once I set down the box, I looked around to make sure that I hadn't been spotted, then I left to go back home.

Once back home, I logged back on to the Dark Web, then after checking to make sure that everything was set, I sent the chain of e-mails, and then I logged off of the Dark Web, deleted the TOR Browser from my laptop, then I took the thumb drive on which everything was contained out of the USB Port of the laptop, then after going in to the closet of my bathroom, I took out the bottle of acid, then after grabbing a glass that I had tested already to make sure that it wouldn't be damaged by the substance, I emptied some of the liquid in to the glass, then added a little more. Once that was complete, I took it and the drive outside, and in to the woods. After setting down the glass, I stood back a few steps from it, and gently eased the thumb drive down in to it, then watched it for a while as it dissolved bit by bit, and after it was destroyed enough so that nothing could be salvaged, I dumped it in to a whole I dug, and after covering it, as well as the half-empty bottle of acid with a few sheets of plastic, I buried it all, and then I made sure it was all packed down tightly. After looking intently at it for a long moment, I returned home, and was glad to see that my parents were still out, and so now it was time to continue on for the evening, and the next evening would be when things would be underway, and I would be there hidden so I could watch.

That Saturday night fell upon us hot and totally oppressive with heat. I hated weather like that, and I would be glad to get this over-with. I headed out around 11:00 P.M., and I was fortunate that my parents didn't check on me for the most part when I would be in bed at night, so I was able to escape through my bedroom window, and I made sure to be quiet as I snuck through it.

I got to the compound, and was glad that I had fully dressed in a regular pair of shorts and a short-sleave shirt for the occasion. Even with the thin shirt, I was sweating profusely, and I would be glad to be back in the coolness of my bedroom soon. Once at the compound, I saw that the lights of the house were on, and there were more lights in a couple of other buildings that were on now as well. I got behind a cluster of bushes and hid to watch.

0000

Edgar Bradly had read through the e-mail conversation for the third time that Saturday night. He had received the chain of e-mails the afternoon before, but checked it later that night, and then he read it for a second time, and though disbelieving the first time, he believed on the second reading, and by the time he closed the e-mail thread, he was ready to kill every last one of them, but he calmed himself, and sat there thinking for a few minutes.

He first wondered if someone had hacked the Dark Web server, but quickly decided against it. They would have to know what to look for, and few except for himself and the group knew of their existence on the Dark Web. It must have been true, they all were fucking cowards who were abandoning him! This was what he thought, and he couldn't believe it! He had made them promise on pain of death that they would never leave, and this Blood Oath if that's what you wanted to call it wasn't a load of Bullshit either, and he thought he had made that clear to them all once they joined.!

As Edgar Bradly went through the day on Saturday, he met with them all for target practice as usual, and when he saw the box sitting next to the other boxes of weapons, he didn't think much about it, and assumed that it was a shipment that had been ordered months ago, and that once arrived one of the guys sat it there, and so it had been there for a while. Not that he gave a shit at that point given the situation of the men and their plans to stab him in the back like this! He met with them all to make them feel like nothing had changed, and it would be that evening around 12:00 A.M. when he would confront them, and they wouldn't be leaving that place alive, not one of them!

Now the time came, and Edgar called over the system for all members to report to the training yard. This was in back where Kevin was hiding behind the bushes, and once they were all there, Edgar showed them on a huge projector screen all of the e-mails, and all of them stood in a well organized row of 20 men, and they all looked at each other, then at Edgar himself. Hank stood in the group as well, and Edgar was truly enraged to see that Hank's name was among those who was planning to leave the group.

"We didn't write any of those," Andrew, one of the guys said.

He was 20, and all of the rest of the group ranged in ages from 18 to 34.

"No," Hank added. "I didn't write any of those, neither did any of the other guys."

"They didn't just drop in to my inbox by themselves!" Edgar yelled. "They're under all of your e-mail addresses, so you all must have fucking written them! No one else fucking knows about us, and unless some Asshole from the FBI or some other agency has infiltrated our group I don't know about, then you guys have stabbed me in the back! How could you all! How could you all do that, after everything I've done to give you a better life! Maybe there's one among you all who is a double agent!"

"Are you fucking kidding!" Hank yelled. "I'd never betray you! Maybe it's Andrew, he seems a little worried, maybe a little two worried!"

"It's not me!" Andrew yelled moving up to Hank.

"Sure about that?" Rick one of the others said stepping up to where Andrew was.

"I'm sure!" Andrew said turning to Rick. "Maybe it's you!"

"Fuck you Asshole!" Rick said, then threw the first punch.

Andrew punched back, and when Hank got between them, he was hit, and then Ron, one of the other guys spoke up.

"Maybe Joe to my right here is in on it," he said. "He's always acted a little stand-offish."

"Fuck you Ron!" Joe yelled and shoved him back hard. "It's probably you since you're pointing the fucking finger at me Asshole!"

More people began protesting their innocents as well as accusing one another, and now they were all shoving each other, punching and screaming at one another!

0000

Kevin

I stood there totally amazed! I thought that Edgar Bradly would just line all of them up, and after confronting them just shoot all of them, but things were turning in another direction! I couldn't believe it! It appeared that they were all going to fight each other, or possibly even kill each other, and unless Edgar Bradly shot himself with the weapons, then he would possibly get killed in the cross fire! This was fucking crazy!

"Break it up!" Edgar screamed at the top of his lungs. "Fucking break it up!"

It was too late now, and they were all in a heap punching, clawing, kicking, slamming each other and only shots fired from above could possibly stop them at this point, but Edgar Bradly rushed in to the mayhem, and then as if on cue they all stopped.

"Maybe this Asshole set us all up!" Andrew said as he balanced on his knees as blood flowed from several injuries. "I wouldn't be surprised! You've treated all of us like shit the minute we got on to your fucking property!"

"Yeah," another guy agreed. "This Mother Fucker has been a total Cunt to all of us, so maybe he is setting us up!"

"I don't believe that!" Hank yelled. "Fuck you Assholes! He was good to all of you, and so was I!"

A couple of others sided with Hank, and the others disagreed with them, and the fight was back on, and it was if all of them were now savage animals fueled with rage, and pure aggression! They attacked one another with total ferocity the likes of which I had never seen, and I had witnessed a few fist fights on the school grounds before when I got in to Middle School, but aside from a couple of punches thrown, it was broken up quickly. This was different though, and it was like nothing I had ever seen before!

Some freed themselves, and before they could stagger away, they were grabbed and pulled back in to the fight. At some point, one guy produced a long deadly-looking knife, and after several others pulled out equally frightening-looking blades, they acted shortly after the one guy produced the first knife and stabbed the guy beneath him, and others were now stabbing each other, and it was now beyond Hank and Edgar's control!

A couple of other guys freed themselves, but were pulled right back in, and after a few guys moved from atop them, they lay there gushing blood, and one man rushed Hank, and after getting behind him, he slashed open Hank's throat and in the flood lights, the blood shot up as if trying to reach the stars! Edgar rushed at the man, and after he knocked the knife out of his hand, he took hold of his neck, and with one movement twisted, and the man went limp! Then there was movement from next to an area where the light wasn't shining very well, and a woman rushed out, and saw everything.

"What the fuck have you all done!" she screamed.

"I told you to stay in the fucking house you Bitch!" Edgar screamed at her, and I figured that she was his wife.

"Fuck you!" she screamed back at him, and rushed at him.

"I've about fucking had enough of you, you dirty Cunt!" Edgar screamed, and he took hold of a discarded knife, and stabbed her over and over again.

One might think I felt sympathy for her, but I didn't. She was just as deep in the group according to several e-mails sent by her in the group as I tracked them on the Dark Web, and I hoped that she would be destroyed along with them, and there was also the fact that she enabled what Edgar had done to Cole, and I wasn't about to fucking let her get away with that!

After Edgar stood up, he surveyed the damage, and the ground was a heap of bodies some of which were dying, and others that were already dead. He then looked at the bodies of Hank, then of his wife. I saw him as he looked up towards the stars, and I wondered what his thoughts were at that point.

0000

Edgar looked towards the stars, and couldn't believe it. How quickly everything could change, just like that!

"So this is the end now," he said out loud. "I worked so hard, and now this is where things went. I can't believe it."

As he stood there, Edgar Bradly knew what would come next, there would be interrogations with the Pigs who would ask their stupid fucking questions, a long wait in a holding cell then prison, and him being someone's Bitch for possibly life provided he didn't get the Death Sentence first that is, and even then that wouldn't end things quickly.

"It's all over now," he said.

Turning around, he walked a few steps, and grabbing one of the guns, he looked at it, then he found one of the pistils among the row of guns, and after placing it beneath his chin, he pulled back the hammer, and then pulled the trigger!

0000

Kevin

Edgar Bradly fired the shot, and the top of his head was now a bloody horror. He stepped back about two steps, then fell heavily.

"Rest in Hell you Bastard!" I thought in my head, then looked at all of the carnage. "All of you fucking rest in Hell, every last fucking one of you!"

I took one last look, then returned, and then headed back home.

Over the next day, it was top news what had happened. The cops were giving statements that suggested that they were starting to more deeply believe that based on the chain of e-mails, that Edgar Bradly had confronted the group, and things escalated, and a fight broke out, and it got out of control resulting in everyone assaulting each other with all of them succumbing to their wounds, and after determining that Edgar Bradly had killed first his wife, then himself the cops were confident that the case would be closed soon.

Finally by Tuesday, the media reported that the police were going to give a statement, and finally the statement was delivered and the case was closed with the cops satisfied that the group basically got out of control, and though none of them said it, they were sending the message that this was one less scumbag hate group to worry about.

This was my attitude as well as of Cole, Cody and Chance, and our parents weren't feeling sorry for them either. I was just glad that it was all over, and even while the police investigated, I was enjoying my time with Cole, and after the statement was read, I was enjoying myself even more.

0000

Cole

When I heard the news about Edgar Bradly and his group, I couldn't believe it at first, and while most other people might have wanted to have had a chance to confront Edgar Bradly, I didn't. I hoped that if the Bastard was ever captured along with his group, that they would all be quietly sent to prison for the rest of their lives. Now it appeared that they were beyond the reach of prison, but hopefully within the prison of Hell depending on one's religious beliefs or any possible lack thereof.

It was over though, and I was really glad! I knew that with the group dead, none of us would ever have to live in fear of Edgar Bradly coming after us again! I continued on about my day that Tuesday afternoon enjoying myself with Kevin, and I figured that things would only get better from here on out!

Author's Notes

I thought for a while about how I wanted to bring an end to Edgar Bradly and his group. I did think of Kevin killing all of them once getting them out in to the open, but something seemed wrong about that. I did want them to come to a horrifying end though, and after a while of thinking, I settled on what you'll be reading now. In case anyone is wondering, I didn't get the idea from the Twilight Zone Episode known as the Monsters on Maple Street which features a plot in which a neighborhood is manipulated to turn against each other so that the real enemy is hiding behind the scenes, though I can understand if people believed that I got the idea directly from that story. No, this was something I came up with on my own, so I hope all of you enjoy reading about this thread of the story, and how I handled it.

In the next chapter, it'll be back to Cole and Kevin enjoying each other for their last week of freedom from school, and so I hope you enjoy how that goes, and it'll run over the next couple of chapters.

Having said all that, I hope everyone has been having a good day and weekend so far. Everyone continue to stay safe, I hope you're all doing well, and I'll see all of you in Chapter 21.

Next: Chapter 21


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