7/1997
Donatello tells me that the my neice and nephew were purchased from the Palladino boys. Mauro and Pietro Palladino, purveyors of kiddie porn and snuff films. Donatello tells me their warehouse is in the Hunts Point neighborhood. I get on the Harley I recently purchased and drive down there. I find the address, a big building with chain link all around it. With a little searching there is a building nearby that I can climb onto the roof. I climb up and settle in to watch for a while.
Eventually a younger guy comes out. He's built, but not huge. He gets on a moped and buzzes away. I drop down off the roof and follow him. He drives a ways, to an old house. I circle around and park the bike out of the way. Walking back I go to the alley and check the trash. The house belongs to a woman. I check the yard for dogs, seems empty and rundown, unkempt. I sneak into the yard, and make my way to the back door. I check it out, looks like the kid is in an upstairs bedroom with some music on.
Satisfied that he is busy I head back to the warehouse, hoping that it empty and I can look around. I park my bike again and circle the lot for the warehouse. I see a van backed up to a loading bay. I also see lots of camera's and the yard is well lit. Using my silenced pistol I shoot the lock on the gate, then shoot the camera by the loading dock. I notice there is a ladder going to the roof here.
Takes me a few minutes but I work my way to the ladder and up onto the roof. Up here there is a roof shack with a door, presumably there is a set of stairs behind it going down. I get up to it and check it. Locked, but that isn't a big deal to me. A little work with my lock picks and it is open. I turn the knob and pull the door open stepping sideways in case it's trapped. It's not, but there is a string tied to it, so a bell rings when the door moves. I can see the stairs are covered in glass shards, glued to the wood steps.
I know the bell ringing will bring investigators if there is anyone here. So I begin to intermittently open and close the door, like a loose door in the wind. Sure enough, in a couple minutes I can hear someone working their way up the stairs. I wait until they are hanging onto the handle to yank it open. Out flies this kid, naked as a jay bird with just some lace up boots on.
By kid I mean a boy who hasn't gotten his first facial hair yet. This kid has been smacked around. I am cloaked from his sight, so when he whirls around he can't see me. The asshole down below has him on a rope. The poor scared kid gets drug back inside, and swings the door shut. I give him ten seconds and pull it open again. I can hear the prick downstairs hollering. When he reaches for the door I blow past the kid jumping down the first six steps that are covered in glass and running on down.
At the bottom is a fat, grubby piece of filth with his mouth hanging open. I hit him at full speed like a freight train through a Honda. He crashes to the floor with me on top of him. I rear up and smack his head on the floor four or five times for good measure. Fatso stops moving in a coordinated fashion and just groans, out cold. I turn and see the kid still at the top of the stairs. I motion for him to come down.
"Any other bad guys here?" I ask. He just shakes his head no. I grab fatso by the foot and drag him across the room.
This is a big open space, and I see a few fake walls set up with lights and a couch in the middle. A fancy camera on a tripod stands off to the side. There is some rope and handcuffs lying here conveniently, so I use them to hogtie fatso and drop him on the couch. I can see an office space off to the side, so I pull my gun again and search through it. All empty, just a desk, computer, and some file cabinets. There are boxes and boxes of kids clothes just outside of the offices. I search through them and find some clothes for the boy.
"Whats your name son?" I ask him as I hand him the clothes.
"Ryan" he says after a second. He begins to pull the clothes on like he is unsure what to do with them. "Ryan Chase".
"Well Ryan Chase are there any other kids here?"
"Yeah. There are about eight of them down in the kennels in the basement." He murmurs after pulling the shirt on. I found him some socks and had him take off the boots to put them on.
"Okay Ryan show me where the basement is." He turned and let me across the building to a set of concrete steps going down. We went down together and opened the door at the bottom. Inside smelled like urine and filth left for days. I found a light switch and turned it on. Sure enough there were kennels here, dog kennels about four feet high set up along the walls. I counted ten kennels. Two were empty. The rest had boys and girls of Ryans age, naked, curled up on the floor with some scrap blankets. On the wall was a set of keys for the padlocks on the cells. I took them down and handed them to Ryan.
"Turn them loose, and bring them upstairs so they can get dressed. I am going to ask fatso some questions."
"His name is Maury." Ryan said, his eyes huge again. "Maury Palladino. He told us that when he brought us here. He said we would never live to tell anyone about it, so he didn't care."
"Well I am going to take you out of here. Don't you worry about it. I just need to ask Maury Palladino some questions first." I said kneeling down.
"Who are you mister?" Ryan asked.
"My name Torsten Metz. These guys hurt some of my family. I am here to find out why." I told him. "But I will take you guys to a safe place as soon as I ask him some questions.
I return to the main floor. Maury is starting to come around. His head was split on the floor when I hit him, and he had bled a little onto the couch. I checked him for a concussion. Maybe a little one. I grabbed the end of his nose between my first two knuckles, pinched it, then smacked my hand away giving a painful yank on his snoz. Maury came awake with a scream.
I took the silencer off my pistol and shoved it right up against his nose. "The only noise I want out of your filthy sewer is to answer my questions, you understand me?" I growled at him.
Returning to the warehouse the next night brings me little joy. I am closer to the answer as to why my family was targeted. I will take my time, but I will never stop until I know why this happened. I will hunt whoever instigated my family being harmed to the ends of the earth.
I go to the basement to find my two prisoners. Seeing them tied up and thoroughly uncomfortable brings me much satisfaction. I feed them both some of my blood, then go upstairs to the office area. I think I will spend the next year blood bonding these two, and making their lives as miserable as possible. Because there is no punishment good enough for what they have put those kids through. I plan to put the money these men have earned through their evil to good use.
I will also take whatever money I can get out of the toys and junk in the warehouse to give to the orphanage where I dropped the children off at. As I can I will work to make things better for the orphanage. I will try to make friends and volunteer there to help out. I can make it a practice to hunt those who threaten the kids or cause the person running the orphanage problems.
I will get very close to Donald Werther. I plan to use him as a contact so that I can meet women, so that I have an easy place to get blood from. I have been on the run for far too long. It is time I find a way to hide out and get my feet under me. With a new face and some wealthy contacts, I can make my money and the money of the worthless Palladino boys work for me. I am also hoping it is unlikely to encounter those filthy chinks bastards there. I need to avoid the taint of yellow scum wherever possible, the slant eyed freaks just make me ill. Even the deaths of such monstrous examples of humanity bothers me, so it is just better if I have no contact with that filth.
The Palladino boys will make perfect slaves to work as front men for me in redesigning the warehouse for my haven. I can make them install some walk in refrigerators for the keeping of flesh and fresh produce. They can even help me procure flesh from the hospital without me having to go and get it. I will have them build me a place to sleep in the basement once I have them blood bound. After that I will have them increase the security of the building. I want more cameras, and motion detectors outside. One on each door, (even the one on the roof), with electronic pass locks on the outside gates.
After I get things lined out, then I will begin to have the Palladinos begin giving me information on those who are buying their films. Where I can, I will hunt those, and make them my pets. I will take great pleasure in ruining the lives of those who derive pleasure from the pain of kids. I don’t know if I can ever make up for the evil I have created simply by living each day, but where I can I will apply my talents to do so. So often I feel like the center of the whirlwind of pain and destruction, it is hard for me to see where I can help.
I will also work hard to blood bond the doctor in the morgue, and his assistant. They can be a valuable aid in procuring human flesh without killing. Once my coolers and kitchen are set up in the warehouse I will finally have a place to properly cook and plan. Perhaps I will even try to get on at the hospital as a doctor, and practice pathology there, watching for cases of the growths I have observed. I would like to know the cause and see if there is anything I can do about it. Such events don’t seem natural. Beautiful young women should not have rat babies growing in their breasts.
Using my new identity I will begin to see if I can find Jeana and Carrie. I will be very covert about it, taking no chances that Sheppard will know I am looking. If I could make it to Chicago and bring them back to me, I would. Perhaps that would be a good use for the Palladino boys skills. I would just have to forbid the Palladinos from harming the girls. I am not sure I can trust those two ravening dogs to not attack my girls if I am not there. I think about the girls often, and hope they are doing well. I have to get them away from that asshole Sheppard. I would love to bring them to New York so that I can have them here again. I don’t want their lives ruined because of their association with me.
