DOVE OF HARMONY
Part Four
By Arthur
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Another three days passed before we could get the young boy Chris to talk again about that night, Brian and Eric had spent every waking moment with him as he regained his strength.
On the third day Brian managed to get him to talk again and this time he came up with a name but was not sure of where the house was, we knew it was not to far away as the boy would not have been able to walk very far in the condition he had been in.
Chris's wounds were healing but his nightmares continued unabated and Brian had the devils own work keeping him calm and sane.
The name Chris gave us was 'Mike Chester', none of us had heard the name so we sent it to Steven at his office and let him do his search through government records to see who this guy was and where we could find him.
The pick up party had been decided on and Steven had volunteered to be a part of it as he said he had something that could help make it easier if there was trouble, the others were Richard, Greg, Lim and Myself with Eric acting as a decoy to make contact with the man.
We had decided to let him pick Eric up and then follow him to his home and there try to grab him and take him over to Gregs house in the Coromandel where we could settle things with him without the worry of neighbours hearing to much.
I had released Eric from all duties to help with Chris although he maintained his normal morning routine of enema's and washing also my first coffee of the day, but the rest he was released from and I found at times that doing the house work became a good time to think and relax.
A week after we had handed the information to Steven he rang me and asked for a meeting that night to discuss what he had found out and to set into motion our plans to grab the guy.
I had immediately agreed and then rung around to make sure that all the others concerned would be able to make it.
Chris was steadily improving and was now moving around the house although still a little gingerly with his damaged feet but the colour was returning to his face and he was getting stronger by the day.
Chris would not leave the bedroom however unless either Brian or Eric held him or had an arm over his shoulders, he knew by now that he could trust the rest of us but after what he had been through he just couldn't be alone with anyone other than his two saviours.
The nights were hard on all of us, especially Eric as he crawled into my bed at night and cuddle up close then started to cry as the tension of the day was wrung from him, I craddled him in my arms the whole time and let him cry it out and when he was exhausted he would drop off to sleep spooned in as close as he could get.
In the back of my mind was that tremor that had run through me at his insistance on being the decoy, the state he was in each night left me doubting the decision I had made to allow him to do it.
Eight o'clock arrived and we had all finished eating a simple dinner and gone through to the lounge to hear what Steven had found out, he looked at Brian first, Chris was sitting painted to his lap with still a sign of fear in his eyes.
Steven began by asking Brian first and not directly to Chris so as not to frighten the boy anymore than he already was.
"Brian I have a photograph here of a bloke that I think is the guy we want, do you think that Chris could look at it and tell us if it's the guy that hurt him?"
Brian bent his head close to Chris's ear and whispered to him, Chris straightened up and the fear jumped into his face again but he nodded his head after Brian talked a little more to him as he rubbed the boys shoulders.
Steven opened the plain brown folder file he had on his knees and took out a photograph and handed it over to Brian.
At first glance Chris let out a scream of sheer terror as the face looked back at him, Brian immediately dropped the photo on the floor and with sheer strength that belied his size stood up lifting Chris with him in his arms and headed toward the bedroom to try to calm the boy.
Steven got up and picked up the photograph and returned to his chair.
"Well I'm sorry for the boy to have to see that but I think it answers our question."
All of us sat there stunned at the response of Chris seeing the picture.
"Ok this guy's name is not Mike Chester, it's Michaelovic Czeshenko, he emmigrated to New Zealand in 1987, he is here at the invitation of the government at that time, he was a member of the secret police in Russia, when the country started to become free he knew he was going to be caught so he looked for a place to hide, he chose here and the government let him come."
Steven paused to check his file again.
"He assisted the S.I.S. (special investigation service)here with some infomation they needed and then was allowed to stay, he is a very nasty piece of work according to this file he had been caught four times before doing this to kids but the S.I.S. had stepped in and covered it up."
"Here is a surprise for you James, he lives about four miles from here over in Mangere, that kid has to have had steel in his guts to have walked that far in his condition, he is one tough little guy thats for sure."
"Now I took a drive by there this afternoon and checked the place out, it's one of those older houses set in a large section with a lot of trees around and a high brick wall, there's no gates in the front just a long driveway leading up to the back of the house with a small path going to the front door."
"If we go for this guy we will have to split up and two of us go to the front door the rest to the back, we can't let him run or get to a phone to call for help."
"Ah Steven can I ask you one question?"
"Sure James."
"How the hell did you get that file?"
Steven smiled and reached into his jacket pocket and took out a small card holder, flicking it open he showed it to me.
My mouth dropped as I saw the emblem of New Zealand and the words written in red over the top of the card.
S.C.Gemmel
Director.
Diplomatic Protection Service.
"Hell Steven I had no Idea."
"Hahaha, not many do James but at times like this it comes in handy, right lets get on with it."
"James is your boy still ok with doing the decoy job?"
"Yes Steven but seriously I'm not happy about it."
"You shouldn't be James this guy is a nutter, when we go for him we have to do it quick and make sure he doesn't get a chance to move."
We all nodded at this, we had already seen what the guy was capable of.
"I think it would be best for Richard and I to go in the front James, and for you and Greg with his boy to go through the rear, don't worry about any damage to the place just get in there and get your hands on him."
"Ok now we have to find out how often he goes out looking for a boy, you don't need to worry about it I have a couple of the guys from the department doing it, they don't know why, to them it is just a surveillance job for the boss."
"Well any questions about it?"
We all sat there stunned, I think it was as much from finding out after all these years who Steven was as much as the detailed information he had found for us.
Brian made his way back into the room with Chris still held in his arms, his head on Brians shoulder and his eyes now red from crying, the fear had faded and he gave us the first smile we had ever seen from him.
That small smile lit up his whole face and I could see that inside somewhere was a very beautiful boy.
Brian sat and as he leaned back into the chair Chris settled against his chest with a sigh.
Steven lowered his voice to not much more than a whisper as he looked over at Chris and Brian.
"Chris, I know this is hard for you but I need to ask you a question about that guy, do you think you can answer it for me?"
Chris's eyes popped open a bit more and he looked up to Brian who nodded his head and smiled down at the boy, Chris looked over to Steven and gave a small nod.
"Chris do you know where this guy goes most times to find boys?"
Chris looked again at Brian and then turned back to Steven.
"He...he...he said that now he .h...hhad me he didn't have to go back to the park in Onehunga any more."
Tears began to well up into Chris's eyes again as he turned back to Brian and hugged closer.
"Thank you Chris, you've been a big help, now settle down with Brian thats all I wanted to know, we are going to get him for you Chris, when we've finished with him he will never hurt another boy again."
"Sir?"
"Yes Chris?"
"Sir...when...well when you...uhm ...get him..?"
"Yes Chris?"
"Can I .....well...ahh...can I...?"
"Do you want to face him Chris?"
More tears ran down the boys face as he nodded his head.
"Do you think you should Chris, he hurt you baddly, it might not be a good idea."
"Sir,...I have to do it....please Sir?"
"Ok Chris, we owe you that much at least, but you will be with Brian all the time, you're not to see him alone, Ok?'
"Yes Sir,....thank you Sir."
"Ok James lets give it another week for my men to look him over and find out how often he goes looking and then we will make further plans from there."
"Fine Steven, and from all of us, thanks, we have to get this scumbag off the street one way or the other."
"My sentiments exactly James, Greg are you doing the section 23?"
"Yes Steven, and this is going to be one time I'm going to enjoy it."
A small child like voice spoke up.
"Sir's, whats a section 23?"
I turned and answered for the group.
"Chris all of us here belong to a special society, it's called The Society of the Seven Mythra, May They Preserve, as you've seen we are all Masters that have our Boys with us, we don't like the sort of thing that happened to you and in our society it could never happen, to make sure that it doesn't we have laws and rules, one of those is section 23 it is used on a Master when he breaks the rules."
"He is taken away by Master Greg here and discplined until he agrees to show more respect for a boy and to teach him a lesson he will never forget, normally we don't go outside the members of the society but your case is special and as you asked Eric for help it is our duty to do it for your protection."
"You're all doing this for me?"
"Yes Chris, we don't like this sort of thing, it's not our way."
"But I don't belong to your society."
"You asked Eric for help Chris, thats enough, Eric has a special position in the society, he like us can not refuse a plea for help."
Chris looked across at Eric as he sat at my feet with his head on my knees.
"Thank you Eric, you saved my life."
"As my Master said Chris, I couldn't refuse or else I wouldn't be who I am."
"Anyway thanks."
Chris looked up as he felt Brian kiss him on the head, he smiled as he felt the lips touch him then snuggled a little bit closer.
The days dragged by with no word from Steven until ten days later my phone rang and Eric got up to answer it,Brian was laying on the sofa with Chris spooned into him watching Television.
I had told Brian to stay here until everything was settled and then if Chris wanted to go with him, which looked pretty certain, then they could move into Brians new town house after we had the guy.
"Master it is Prime Master Steven."
I took the phone from Eric and he settled down on the sofa beside me with his head on my shoulder.
"hello Steven, what have you got?"
"Hi James, he goes to the park in Onehunga every Wednesday and Friday afternoon, he stands around by the skate park area and watches the skaters."
"Ok to day is Tuesday so we can count tomorrow out, not enough time to get it all together, so Friday will have to be the day, I can let the others know and we can meet here Thursday to finalise everything."
"Ok James, you still ok with Eric doing this?"
"Frankly Steven, no I'm not, but he asked formally and I can't refuse him."
"He is one determined boy that one, James, well we will be right behind him all the way so he will be safe enough."
"I really hope so Steven, I really hope do."
Wednesday rolled by slowly and then it was thursday evening, the rest of the people had gathered and we were going over the last details, Chris had shown Eric what the guy liked to see boys wearing and had told him to watch out for the guy once they were in his house as he punched you really quick.
Friday afternoon finally arrived and we were all showing signs of nerves, not for the fear of the guy but for the time to go so that we could get our hands on him, Eric seemed calm but I could tell by the way he kept waking up during the night that he was worried about it.
We had set out where we would all park so that he would not be able to tell we were all together, I parked in the area used by park goers, Greg was across the street in the office building carpark, Steven and Richard were down to the east of the park, Lim would be lounging on the grass near the skating area watching the boys on the tunnel and rails, Eric would be lounging around the edge of the skating area.
Eric had all his restraints off except for a plain black thin collar, his bright red tee shirt would make it easier for us to keep him in sight, he had on his tight black leather shorts, the golden skin of his legs would attract even a cellebate monk.
At about four o'clock we saw the guy enter the parking area, he was of medium height with a swathy dark look about him, his age was somewhere between 45 and 50, he looked to be in pretty good condition but his eyes showed something akin to the devil himself, I didn't know at that stage how close he was to him.
He stepped from his car, a late model Holden Commodore, and looked around the park, from the first look at Eric his eyes lit up and he smiled to himself, it was then I saw the smirk of lust in his face.
As though he was casually walking around he got closer and closer to where Eric lounged watching the skaters.
I saw Eric look up and smile as the guy said something to him.
Eric gave a good impression of a nervous shy boy and then looked down at his shorts and back up to the face of the man standing above him.
Lim had turned over onto his stomach and appeared to be taking no notice of the two that were no more than ten feet away.
I had seen Lim practising his martial arts and he was fast, very fast, I knew he would be wound up and ready even though he gave the impression of not even seeing the two.
The guy sat down beside Eric and laid a hand on his kneee in a fiendly gesture and smiled as he rubbed Erics thigh, Eric smiled back at him and nodded his head.
The both stood up and made their way toward the guys car Eric all the time smiling up at him and nodding his head, he was a game little bugger I had to give him that, not once did he look over to where I sat or Lim was laying.
They got into the car and as they had to go east to get to the guys house in Mangere it was a forgone conclusion that it would be where they headed.
With the address already known Steven pulled out just ahead of them and virtually tailed them from in front, Greg pulled in behind some distance back and I moved in behind Greg, Lim had jumped into my car as soon as the other two had pulled out of the parking lot.
The guy was in no hurry as he stopped and bought fast food for them both and then sat with Eric as the winter sun got lower in the sky, they continued to chat while they ate and at one stage I almost got out and went to the car to get Eric out of there.
At last as the murky light of dusk began to settle in they moved again and this time in the direction of the house, Steven had already gone on ahead and parked near the place, Myself and Lim with Greg now behind us followed at a distance.
When finally they got to his house the guy parked his car in the driveway and taking Eric by the hand lead him toward the front door and as they entered all of us were out of our cars and heading for our prearranged places.
By now it was almost fully dark and as Greg,Lim and myself rounded the back of the house I saw a light shining through a set of closed french doors.
The three of us crept up quietly to them and through the fine net curtains were in time to see the guy swing his hand at Erics head, they were not clearly visible as they stood there but more like a coloured shadow on the curtains.
My body froze as I saw my boy falling toward the floor, then the foot of the man lifting backward and driving itself into my boys stomach, I could hear the words coming through the closed doors.
"Right fuck boy you won't be running like the last one."
Everything was in slow motion as my body refused to move from the shock of seeing my boy laying on the floor with his hands across his stomach, the guy leaned forward and took Eric by the hair and pulled him up into a kneeling position, his hand raised above Eric's head.
Then I saw it, the harsh metallic gleem of steel in his hands, the image of an old cutthroat razor flashed into my mind as a large mass of flesh went past me with a crashing and splintering of wood and shattering glass.
For a man the size of Greg he could move very very fast, the crashing jolted me out of the frozen state I had been in and as I went through the doors behind Greg I caught sight of Lim high in the air horozontal to the floor, one leg straight out in front of him the other upper leg bent at the knee, he was flying straight at the guy with the razor.
I ran into Gregs back as I came through the door then it all turned into slow motion again as I saw the razor swing in an arc toward the upraised throat of Eric, his scream shattered the other sounds of the room, my feet were glued to the floor as I watched that wicked piece of steel getting closer to my boy.
I began to leap forward toward him and already knew deep in my heart I wasn't going to make it in time, Lim was still suspended in mid air as I tried to move, Eric threw up his free arm as the blade got closer and with an ear piercing yell he cried out to me.
"Maaaaaaaaassssssssstttttttttttteeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrr, aaaaaarrrggggggggghhhhhh."
The razor struck and I saw the first of the blood spurt as he went face down on the floor, his protecting arm going under him.
"Eeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiccccccccc."
A sharp stabbing pain like a sharp knife stabbed into my chest as little Lim hit the razor weilding arm and I heard the snap of bone as the strike found it's mark but it was to late, all I could see as the floor and the coming darkness overtook me was the spreading pool of blood around my angel boy.
Darkeness, numbness, swirling clouds of grey, a faint sound breaking through the fog, heavy pounding thuds on my chest.
"Breath you old bastard, breath."
Pounding, sharp pains in my chest again, numbness over taking me as that voice swore and panted over me.
"Breath you f******* ass hole."
I came through the mist to see Gregs sweating face above me, I tried to talk to him but only a mutter came from my lips.
"Eric......where....?"
"He's gone James, Lim has Tak....."
Another sharp pain hit me as I realised I had not been able to protect my angel boy from harm, the swirling blackness took me again, at least this way I would be with him forever.
My last memory of my boy was the spreading pool of red covering the carpet he had been face down on, my beautiful boy gone forever and now it was my turn to join him for me it was fitting but for my beautiful angel Eric it was to soon.
In his hour of real need I had let him down, the one thing I had promised never to do to him, I failed to protect him, my Eric, my boy, my one real light in life, I had failed him.
I let the blackness take me where it wanted, I had no right to stay in this world when I couldn't be with my boy, this end for me was a fitting way to be judged.
I felt the dull numbness of my body as I looked at the bright whiteness around me, a movement to my left made me turn my head, and there as I knew he would be was my angel Eric all in shining white, the ugly red gash across his throat being held together by the wings of Mythras dove as he reached out his hand to me mouthing the words that could not be heard.
'I love you my Master, come to me please'
I tried to reach for him as he faded into the whiteness but my arms would not move, I surrendered to the inevitable and sank back defeated again.
To Be Continued: