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Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Weds Brief

I decided to use a photo prompt this week. It fits the story

Weds Brief Oct 16th

“Ben!” Tom’s heart was pounding and all hell broke loose as the ‘calvary’ in the form of Lancaster’s finest rushed through the front door while he and Freddy came through the back.

An older man was lying on the floor; a gun lay across the room. “That fucking gay bastard kicked me!”

Ben sat in a chair in the middle of the room, his hands shackled behind him. “You tried to kill me, you asshole.”

Tom rushed over to his man and wrapped him in a bear hug. “Oh Ben, I thought I’d lost you.”

“You have no right to barge in here like this.” The police had pulled the man off the floor.

“And who do we have the honor of speaking to?” Freddy asked him.

“Jethro Steele. This man was trespassing and I was keeping him here until I called the police.”

“Well, Mr. Steele, we have a warrant to search this place for Ben Meyers. It looks like we found him.” Freddy looked over at Ben, who was still wrapped up in a cocoon Tom had created. “You’re under arrest, Mr. Steele.”

“Arrest? For what?” Jethro’s eyes blazed like fire.

“Kidnapping, for one, and a host of other charges that will be thrown at you.”

“We’re only doing God’s work, officer.” Jethro didn’t struggle as another officer put the handcuffs on him.

“God’s work?” Freddy could never believe these self-righteous crackpots that hid behind religion to justify their bigotry.

“Yes, homosexuality is an abomination and we need to wipe out the evil among us.” Jethro spit out his words of hate at the group.

“You have a right to disagree with a person’s lifestyle, but you don’t have the right to commit a crime against that person.” Freddy nodded at the other officers to take him away after he’d been given his Miranda rights.

“Where the fuck are the keys to these shackles!” Tom cried out. He was appalled at Ben being shackled like some animal.

They searched the room and found the keys in a desk drawer. “Here, Tom.” Freddy was the one who found them and he handed it over to him.

“Hold on, sweetheart. I’ll get you out of these.” Ben sagged against Tom; his arms ached from being kept in one position too long. “I’m taking you to the hospital and then home.”

“I’ll meet you at the hospital, Tom. We’ll want to question Ben,” Freddy told him.

“We’ll see how he feels after he’s been checked out.” Tom helped Ben out of the church and into his car. The drive to the hospital was a silent one. Ben barely said two words the whole way. Tom was worried; it wasn’t like Ben to be so quiet.

“Let’s get you into the emergency room.” Tom parked the car in front of the door to the ER and helped his man inside.

After a full check up, Ben was given a clean bill of health. Except for some bruising from the handcuffs, he was going to be okay…physically.

“Do you need anything, Ben? I mean is there anything I can do for you?” Tom had helped him inside and sat Ben on the living room couch. Ben had still remained very quiet.

“Yeah, I’d like you to kill the SOB that did this to me.”

TBC

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Nephylim
A.R. Von

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Weds Brief

Hello everyone,

I'm sorry I did not write a Weds Brief this week. I had a busy weekend and this coming Sat is my birthday so me, Tom and Ben are taking a break (although I'm sure Tom and Ben are not happy, especially where I left them) I will be writing one next week

In the meantime here are the links to my fellow Weds Briefers stories

MA Church
Elyzabeth M. VaLey

thank you to all my readers

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Weds Brief

It's that time for Weds Brief. There is a lot of action this week.

The prompts are: "You know what I want." or use the game Solitaire or use a puzzle in some way or "Tastes soooo good." or use a source of light in some way or have someone in your story use an evil laugh or "Hey, Mister(Miss) can you spare..." or have one of your characters go to a thrift shop.

“Bwahahaha...” The evil laugh echoed in the darkened room, the only source of light that offered any illumination from a slit in the curtains covering the window. The laugh reminded Ben of scenes he’d seen in a thriller movie, when the bad guy is about to wreak some kind of violence on an innocent victim. The only difference was this wasn’t some movie where the credits were going to come on the screen at the end and he and Tom would be walking out into the parking lot where he would get a cuddle from his man. Tom knew how some scenes disturbed him and how to comfort him.

This was real life and this perverted bastard was about to do who knows what with him.

“Just let me go, it will go easier on you if you do.” Ben couldn’t believe he was trying to reason with this sicko.

“Ha ha, nice try homo. But it’s time to rid this world of your perverted kind.”

“Who are you?” Ben was stalling for time. He didn’t know what this jackass was planning, but he hoped the cavalry would come to his rescue.

“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to let you know the name of the person who’s going to send you to kingdom come. I’m Jethro Steele; I’m one of the loyal followers of Westboro. Up until now, we’ve been trying to get you gays to see your sins.”

“By protesting at funerals of brave soldiers,” Ben exclaimed.

“They’re perverts. They didn’t deserve to wear the uniform of our country. They don’t deserve a funeral—they should be burned, like they did to the witches in Salem.”

“What are you going to do to me?” Ben’s heart was racing in his chest; he knew he needed to keep a level head if he had any chance to get out of this alive. But it was hard when faced with something like this.

“You’ll find out soon enough.” And with that the door slammed shut and Ben could hear the lock on the door click.

“Tom, where are you?” Tears streaked down Ben’s cheeks. He hoped help would get to him in time.

****

Tom had googled the Westboro Church and jotted down the address. He knew Freddy didn’t approve of him getting involved, but he couldn’t just sit at home, waiting for his cell phone to ring. He knew some martial arts, thanks to Ben having him signed up for classes with him.

He waited until it was dark and drove over to the church and parked outside. He didn’t know what he was going to do, but that didn’t stop him from getting out of the car and sneaking around back. He found a window and tried to peek inside. He had a flashlight with him and he found that the window was covered in a curtain. A hand gripped his shoulder and his martial arts training kicked in. He did a move that sent whoever it was onto his back. He flashed the light into the assailant’s face. “Freddy?”

“Yeah, and a move like that could get you killed, Tom. What the hell are you doing out here?” Freddy whispered.

“Looking for Ben. You know they have him.”

“I told you to stay home. I spoke to them earlier and, of course, they denied having Ben. It wasn’t until I saw the jacket you gave Ben sitting on a chair that I knew they had him. I had to get a search warrant. My men are waiting for my signal to rush the place now. Go back to your car and—”

Bang, bang. The sound of gunfire interrupted Freddy’s admonition of Tom. Freddy ordered his men to go through the front just as Freddy kicked in the door. Tom followed right behind him. There was a flurry of activity as some of the church members tried to flee. Freddy tried one of the doors at the end of the hallway; it was locked. There was moaning coming from inside. “It’s Ben!” Tom threw all his weight behind his attempt to get the door open with his shoulder.

“Ben!”

TBC

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Rob Colton

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Weds Brief

It's that time of the week again. Here are the latest happenings with Tom and Ben.

This week's prompts are: "my kingdom for a horse" or "open wide for chunky" or "Singing in the rain" or "Damn me, but that's awfully large!" or use something stolen or have a miracle in your story or have a character who feels like he/she's getting ill or use: a condom, a wing, and a prayer.

The police had been called and statements given by Tom and his co-workers, but Ben’s whereabouts still remained unknown.

“Ben, where are you?” Tom sat on the foot of their bed, looking out at the woods behind their home. A mountain could be seen in the distance. One of the reasons they’d bought this home was because it backed onto a nature preserve; both he and Ben loved nature. Bird feeders of all kinds hung in their backyard. They kept binoculars and a camera ready, along with a telescope to view the night sky.

Tom felt so alone. “Please, Lord, held me find Ben. He’s a good man, he’s my heart. I can’t go on without him.” A sob tore from Tom’s throat. “Please don’t let him be taken away from me forever.” Tom’s head fell into his hands. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Who the hell had taken his man?

Ben’s car had been found, abandoned about a block from the house on Elm Street. Ben’s work bag was found inside, along with his cell phone. The police took the car, and all of Ben’s belongings, as evidence. Now it was a waiting game to see if the police could find anything in Ben’s car that might lead them to whoever took—no stole—Ben from him.

He went to the police station. Freddy Micha, a friend of theirs, was the lead detective in the investigation. Freddy met him at the station door. “I wanted to bring you down here to show you some things we found in Ben’s car.” Ben had his work bag, where he kept all the real estate listings he was working on. There was something scribbled on his notepad.

“We couldn’t read it. I was hoping you’d be able to decipher Ben’s handwriting.”

Ben’s writing was chicken scratch at best. If he hadn’t gone into real estate, he would’ve been a good doctor, at least where writing scripts was concerned.

Tom’s heart sank when he saw the symbol for the Westboro Baptist Church on the yellow paper.

“We’ve had plenty of problems with that group. They have the nerve to picket military funerals and spread their hatred of gays on their website. The problem is they hide behind the first amendment.”

“Is that what they’re going to be able to do now? Use Ben as an example of what happens to gays and then they’ll be able to hide behind the first amendment?” Tom was trying to keep calm, but the thought that Ben was in the hands of those bastards made his blood boil.

“No, we’ll get them on kidnapping, and whatever other charges can be thrown at those SOB’s.

“Do you know where they’ve taken Ben?” Tom wasn’t a violent man by nature, but if he owned a gun he’d be at that church right now, blowing some holes in whoever took his man.

“They have a church on the outskirts of town. “

“Come on, what are we waiting for? Let’s go get Ben.”

“Hold on, Tom. I know you do the hero thing all the time on the job, but I’m the cop here. Go on home and let the police handle it. I’ll call you when I have news.” Freddy escorted Tom back to his car.

Tom was never good at waiting, and he certainly wasn’t going to just sit at home wondering if Ben was alive and well.

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Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Weds Brief

Well the 'fun' continues. Lots of angst coming (just thought I'd warn you)

This week's prompts: "He's mine to do with as I please" or "welcome to the grand illusion" or use: cabbage, rose, napkin or have a character that is being followed or "She's a slut with a capital S!" or use a hopscotch game in your story or "tiptoe through the tulips" or "Who are you?"

“Can I help you? Are you interested in seeing the house? Just officially came on the market today.” Ben had been getting the house on Elm Street ready for showing. He was putting the for sale sign up when a stranger came by. He was dressed in a suit and a tie; to all intents and purposes he just appeared like an average guy. Despite this, Ben’s little voice was telling him this was trouble coming at him.

“Me and my missus are looking for a house. I was driving by and noticed you were hammering that for sale sign into the ground.”

“Sure, is your wife with you?” Ben looked to the car parked behind his in the driveway. He noticed a license place that read Lords Way.

“No, she’s at the church, getting ready for a special event. I figured I’d take a look at this house and take some photos on my cell phone and show them to her. We’ve already looked at so many houses I wanted to save her some heartache and not waste her time looking at any more if they didn’t have what we’re wanting.”

“I can give you a tour. The house was built in 1974, and it’s undergone some upgrades. Let me get the specs from my car and we can go inside.” Ben went to the passenger side of the car. He opened the door and was going through the folder he had on the seat. Something on the stranger’s car windshield caught his attention. There was a parking placard sitting on the dashboard that read Westboro Baptist Church Lancaster parking. A cold feeling of dread permeated Ben’s insides. This was a hate group, one who persecuted gays, and they were the same group that shot up an Amish School a couple of years ago. He fished out his cell phone and was just about to dial 911 when his world went dark.

* * * *

“Uh, what? Where am I?” He looked around the room; he was sitting on a stage, his hands handcuffed to the arms of a chair. “Who are you?” The man who he’d seen at the house was standing in front of him, holding a Bible in his hand.

“And this, this is one of the heathens we are trying so hard to fight against their vile, disgusting ways.”

Ben looked past the man and saw a group of men and women sitting in what looked like pews. He was in a church, and the man who had kidnapped him looked to be a preacher.

“And it says in the good book...” The preacher held the Bible up above his head. "If a man lies with a male as with a woman, both of them shall be put to death for their abominable deed; they have forfeited their lives. I have seen this man kissing another man, holding hands, and you just know they were fornicating.” The preacher gestured to the gold Jewish star that hung around Ben’s neck. Tom had given it to him as a Chanukah gift a few years ago. “He’s a Jew bastard as well.”

Well, it looked like that was two strikes against him. “We’re human beings just like you, we’re supposed to love one another. That is what God wants us to do. What difference should it make who I love? God is supposed to be about love, isn’t he, and loving thy neighbor? I don’t remember it ever saying except if you don’t agree with who he is or who he loves.” Ben felt like he was pleading for his life which, by the looks of these people and what he knew about them, he was.

“Blasphemer, you will not talk about the Lord. You are a sinner!”

“Imagine allowing a piece of text from two thousand years ago decide for you that you have to hate a specific group of people, despite the fact they haven't done anything to you.”

By the looks on the faces of these people, there wasn’t any way for him to change their minds about anyone who was different then they were.

Ben knew Tom would be worried about him not showing up for dinner, and would be looking for him. His office knew where he was supposed to be. But how would Tom find him now? Ben believed in God, but he wasn’t overly religious. He observed a few of the Jewish holidays. Last Saturday it was Yom Kippur; he’d gone to Shul to say Yizkor for his parents whom he’d lost years ago. He hoped he lived to see Tom again; he prayed he would. Never hurt to pray.

TBC

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