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Subject: {ASSM} From TxM6 Abduction of Laurie Fallon Part III-V
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From TxM6 Taxi Murders Sextet Hyperfiction Novel
http://www.taximurders.com/lcfallon (Updated 8/1/2000)
TxM6 is entirely a work of fiction for adults only.
Copyright (c) 2000 Sean Farragher
09570958X0959xScream0924X.htm
The Abduction of Laurie Fallon Parts II-V
Friday, April 10, 1992
THE VAN
Thrown into the van that Abel had parked along side River
Road in Edgewater, NJ long lane shire, neon lights of the
Gables Exotic dance club shimmered in yellow and azure blue
slivers as dazzled movie before her eyes, through the dirty
glass of the van, Laurie closed her eyes and felt her body
captured by rough tape.
Then it was dark when he shot her full of some shit that
made her ass collapse, and screaming no, inside under her
taped mouth, he didn't hear "don' t hurt my baby," but, as
ends are often not what is good or righteous, Laurie slept
finally, not dead, but brought to suspended life as pieced
in dreams she would conjure to keep herself sane.
The man, Antonio, self named Abel, a Doctor of some
malignant Faustian will to murder knew how to stop her with out
harming the fetus.
That future infant was part of his spoils that he and his
sister schemed holding his dear half sister, five year
older, upon fucking her bristling cunt with an almost unfit
prick that reached almost a foot.
Abel reached "the Factory," as they called it, and he and
Lilith lived as husband and wife married by their own
mother when the wallowed in the extravagant cave of an
ancient soap maker who piled the blue stones one on top the
other at the base of the Palisades in ancient pre George
Washington Bridge Edgewater.
The edifice, hide out, holding pen, was built to protect a
maniac relative from a nuclear blast from 1950 Dr. Strange
Love charm as he surrendered to hysteria and transmitted it
through lewd fondling of children so the Bradford family
infamy unfurled.
Dug into the palisades, ventilated and provisioned no one
could hear or see the carnage that took place almost in
sight of a police station one quarter of a mile down the
road.
Inside the far end of the cave, deep inside the factory,
Able and Lilith spent their minds plotting the death of
women and children, using their masks and stained lives to
sustain themselves in their self centered "paradise" as a
great prince and queen of prurience and a moldy green slime
that covers the depths of septic tanks when they are filled
with waste that greed surveys.
0958XScream0924X.htm
Laurie was not Alone with Abel
Held captive until February 14, 1993, Laurie had been
presumed dead as nine others from 1989-1992 in Bergen
County, New Jersey.
Consider this loud and terrified scream. What is the origin
of the warning: to stimulus or receptor, to ears or sight
or to the actor and victim. Who really listens when the
world is so dangerous and yes, simply evil?
Some may even walk away from a crime scene and say nothing
to anyone proving that the beasts fear lives inside by the
twisting of our memory
of good and evil as a blanket to a beautiful nuclear sky.
Imagine Laurie Fallon being dragged away by a lone
individual.
The scream was ugly and beneficial. Someone heard it.
Woman, 64, named Rose saw Laurie beaten and defending but
finally being dragged into a very battered van.
She described it to the police but apologized to them for
not being able to give them the license plate.
Eyesight not so good, she said, but she did notice that the
van had no rear bumper and the woman was far along in
pregnancy.
She had long waist length red hair that almost came to her
rear end the woman said. I had hair like that once, not red
mind you, she added.
Hers looked real but who can tell.
When questioned a second time, several days later by a
female police detective, Rose said that "the woman really
struggled with the guy. She was tall, but he was larger and
had the advantage over her. She also added (and this was
new information) that I knew her almost from before
somewhere and it took a day or two for me to remember how
she passed through my life.
Did not know her name mind you, the woman said. She used to
buy the deli near where I lived last year. I moved and had
not seen her for a long time.
She was skinny then, and I almost did not recognize her,
which is why I did not tell you this the first time. I am
sorry about that but I was also sorry for her but could do
nothing.
What could a tiny old woman do? I knew the creep was not
someone she knew because he wore a stocking mask at first.
The woman pulled it off his head when they fought, she
said.
One thing more, Rose added. Maybe this would help she
whispered to the female police detective. She did manage to
pull his ski mask off, and when he did, I was startled by
how handsome he was.
She said she would know that man anywhere, but that she
hoped she would not have to identify anyone. I do not like
to get involved. My daughter told me I was a fool for
saying what I did. Now you come here again, my daughter is
gonna kill me you know. I am telling you this because the
creep was a very mean man like my late husband. Marty would
smash anything if it got in his way. When she ripped the
mask off his face, he kicked her when she had fallen down
holding the mask, and he smashed one of the windows of the
van with his fist in a rage. I thought the man was drunk at
first, she added.
The vehicle was found two day after Laurie disappeared in
Jersey City, left at a supermarket parking lot.
Reported stolen the morning after the kidnapping the police
reported. We knew it was the right one, the Detective said.
It had no rear bumper and two smashed front windows. Guard
at parking lot thought some one had broken into the car, so
he called the police.
Otherwise, he would have had it towed later that day. Part
of his job was to mark the tires of the cars that stayed
too long.
If the car had been towed any evidence found inside would
have been meaningless and compromised, the Detective
reported to the Captain on duty.
Van belonged to a man who lived near Binghamton in Virgil,
NY several hours away. He was eighty-six and in a rest
home. Binghamton Police reported that no one used the van
but the man (he recently had lost his driver's license, and
had been put in the home by the County because he could not
take care of himself. The man had no younger relatives, the
Binghamton Police Lieutenant said.
The task force investigating the Laurie kidnapping had
their first physical evidence: two vacuum cleaner bags of
stray garbage and fast food wrappers that littered the
floor of the van. After nine women were taken and seven had
their battered bodies strewn in measured trash, the police
had found their first tangible evidence that Abel and
Lilith were indeed criminals and not serpents or the devil
incarnate.
0959XScream0924X.htm
Laurie's Scream Became Hyperlink #1
Laurie's scream an instinctive recall of terror, outrage
and violation became hyperlink #1 in the evolving mystery
over the next nine months of torture by the self named
serial murderers Maria and Antonio Corvino, AKA, Lilith and
Abel.
The pair was further identified by the letters written home
from Vietnam by the father of Abel to his son. Abel had
scattered these letters in the remains of the victims
carefully removing connections.
Abel mailed copies of them to the local press and police
from mailboxes all over eastern Pennsylvania, New York
City, New York State and New Jersey.
So Laurie remained in this custody until some infinite end
that could not find the lid to close over itself like a
false orgasm or as she put it more a tortured sleep.
Imagine waking when a squeaking door means that you were
not alone and soon would be taken with out any outcry.
Laurie's rage grew into the absence of resistance that
first step enslaved and then turning on her spine she loves
Abel protecting him as one witness inside her own skin
cursed abduction.
Why me she could have asked? She didn't. When it was over,
she said carefully, better me. I can handle any deceit.
For years, I was the prey of fake men and insane mothers.
What better practice. If I am the example, if I am to die,
why not. My daughter lives outside the carnage. I had seen
to that.
Henry will treat her as father. I will see to that as well
before my demise.
More American Adventures in erotica and other works by Sean Farragher:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Sean_Farragher/
Sean Farragher
Poetry Site: http://www.farragher.com
TxM6 Sites:
http://www.taximurders.com
http://www.taximurders.com/enfer
http://www.taximurders.com/lcfallon
http://www.taximurders.com/paradisio (forthcoming)
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