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Subject: {ASSM} MSM #3 - Madre Dios (teen girls, mystery, tease)
Date: Thu, 27 Dec 2001 21:10:05 -0500
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(woops, forgot the curlie-cues!!)


MSM #3 - Madre Dios (Mff, mystery, tease)

This story is my property ... not that anyone would want to steal it,
but, hey, who knows what kind of weirdos are out there.  Oh yeah,
adults only, too (yeah, right!)



Kari Gold - Middle School Mysteries #3

Madre Dios



"Ken Cante is staring at us .. AGAIN!" Sue Jurkowski hissed under her
breath.  "He is SO GAY!"

"He likes you," Amy Hovan giggled.

"He DOES NOT!" Sue protested.

"He told Bob Burns that you were TOTALLY HOT!" Juanita Walker dove in.

"WHEN?" Pam Erde demanded, her interest suddenly piqued as well.

"Yesterday, when we were all waiting in line for class pictures,"
Juanita explained.  "I guess he liked that sweater," she giggled.

"Would you lay off about the sweater?" Sue pleaded.  "I didn't know it
shrank THAT MUCH!  My mom said she hand-washed it in Woolite .."

"Even the photographer was looking at your boobs," Juanita exploded.
"And so was Mr. Hackett.  He had like this serious boner going all
through Bio.  It would like pulse or something every time you
breathed.  I thought he was going to have a heart attack."

"Tell me you were NOT checking out Mr. Hackett's package!" I howled.
"He is like older than my dad, and he has all that hair in his ears.
GRUCK!"

"Could you like REALLY see his dick?" Amy half-whispered.

"Mm hmm .." Juanita laughed.  She spread out her index finger and
thumb to indicate her rather uncomplimentary approximation of Mr.
Hackett's length.  "Isn't that about right, Sue?"  She turned to Sue
Jurkowski and waved her fingers in the irritated girl's face.

"Would you guys stop it!?" Sue pouted.  "It's not my fault.  I didn't
know the sweater shrunk that much.  My mom said it would stretch out
in an hour or so."

"Oh, it stretched out all right?" Amy snickered.  "Right here!"  She
cupped her hands in the air right over her chest, and we all burst out
in laughter .. except Sue.  She was PURE CRIMSON, and it looked like
cartoon smoke might start pouring out her ears at any second.

"You just better not wear that sweater if you're walking around the
streets," Pam Erde joked.  "Not with Blue Beard on the loose!"

Suddenly the table grew quiet.

"That's not anything to joke about," I commented after a few seconds
of VERY uncomfortable silence.  "Blue Beard is dangerous .. VERY
DANGEROUS.  Five girls our age have been nabbed from North Side
suburbs over the last two months!  They've only found two of them so
far .. BOTH of them DEAD!  Not only that, but the coroner says they
were raped and mutilated, too.  And they have no idea who he is, or
how he's even getting the girls."

"I don't want to talk about this, okay guys ..?" Amy Hovan whispered.

The mood at the fifth period lunch table had suddenly gone from giddy
to grim.  Kids at Stratford Middle School were scared these days,
especially girls my age.  The newspapers called the local child killer
Blue Beard, naming him after the legendary French madman, Gilles de
Rais.

So far the local cops were totally STUMPED, and they'd even called in
the FBI!  Yet, all the "experts" could do is tell parents and girls to
"Beware of Strangers."  But that didn't really help at all.  Even with
all the warnings and newscasts going out, Blue Beard had still managed
to get four more victims since first nabbing Lisa Najem from Bay Port.

"Who do you think he is, Kari?" Juanita asked.  "You must have a
theory.  You always have a theory about everything."

"Well, his MO has been very consistent for every abduction," I began.
"A girl disappears and then two days later her parents receive a note
from Blue Beard telling them their daughter is dead and to give up all
hope of ever seeing her again.  Then he sends a letter to the papers
and tells them all the sick stuff he did with her.  The letters are so
bad, they can't even print them."

"My mom knows a lady who works for the Daily Sentinel," Pam added,
"and she says the letters talk about how he likes to strangle girls
while he rapes them, and how cuts them up and eats them WHILE THEY'RE
STILL ALIVE!" 

"That is SO sick ,," Sue spit, cutting Pam off.

"Blue Beard might be sick, but he's very well organized, too," I
observed.  "He follows a strict routine, and he seems to plan his
crimes very well.  I think he stalks girls for weeks before he
strikes.  He probably learns everything he can about them - their
habits and routines, their family life.  That way, he can gain their
confidence."

"What do you mean by 'gain their confidence,' Kar?" Juanita asked

"All the girls have just disappeared," I explained.  "No one ever sees
or hears anything when they're abducted.  That tells me he's catching
them at the perfect time, when their guards are down.  He's probably
pretending he knows them or their families."  I paused to consider
that a moment.  It was the only thing that made sense.  With everyone
so paranoid about Blue Beard, he must have found a way to make himself
seem totally unthreatening.

"Do you think he might be posing as a cop or a teacher or something?"
Pam gasped.

"Maybe," I shook my head.  "I'd just LOVE to know what else the cops
have on this case.  You know, they always withhold evidence from the
press when they get cases like this.  That's so they can tell the real
killer from copycats or crazy people who just confess to everything.
I bet if I saw ALL the evidence I could figure out who Blue Beard is
and how he's getting away with this."

"Can we change the subject, please ..?" Amy begged again.  "I don't
want to talk about this anymore, okay ..?"

"Well, what do you want to talk about then?" I asked.  I'd gotten used
to the fact by now that my friends weren't all that interested in
criminology and forensics.

"What about the baby?" Pam offered.  "Does your mom know ANYTHING yet,
'Nita?" Pam asked Juanita.

"No," Juanita shook her head.  "The doctor says it could be any time
now.  I've got my bag and EVERYTHING packed just in case."

"Are you scared?" Sue asked.

"No," Juanita shook her head.  "That's why I took all the Lamaze
classes with my mom, so I'd know what to do and not be scared.  Now
that my dad's .. gone, it's all up to me."

We all sat there silent for a moment.  Juanita's dad had died in a car
accident a few months earlier, and only just now was my best friend
starting to recover from the trauma.  Because of her dad's death,
Juanita was now her mother's Lamaze coach.  Personally, I don't know
how she's handling it all, but she is.  Juanita Walker is one in a
million.

"What if your mom delivers the night of the pageant?" Pam wondered
aloud.  "I mean you have a chance to be Miss Junior LaTeena USA."

"Come on, guys, my baby brother is A LOT more important than some
stupid beauty pageant," Juanita laughed, and I could tell she meant
it.  The last few months had done a lot to reshape Juanita's
priorities.

"Do you think they'll do any more newspaper stories on you?" Amy
asked.  "That one in the Sentinel was REALLY COOL!  It had all the
stuff about you and your mom and the baby and all the charity work you
do at church and everything.  When the judges see that, they'll have
to vote you Miss Junior LaTeena USA for sure."  

"And it doesn't hurt that you're like the MOST BEAUTIFUL girl on the
planet!" Sue added.  "I bet you win that pageant and become a movie
star or something."

"I'm going to be a reporter." Juanita sometimes tended to fume a
little when people assumed that she was just going to coast through
life on her looks.  "And not some stupid local TV newsperson either,"
she added.  "I want to be a REAL reporter like Christiane Amanpour and
cover REAL NEWS!"

"You should use that in your acceptance speech," I smiled at my best
friend.  "You are going to SO TOTALLY KICK ASS in that pageant."

"Hey, which of you is Juanita Walker?" some dorky eighth grader walked
up to our table and interrupted us.  He had on a badge that said
"Office Page," and he was holding a yellow office pass.

"That's me," Juanita answered.  "Why?"

"You need to go to the office."  He TOTALLY checked her out before he
handed her the yellow office pass.  DORK!

"What's going on?" Juanita asked, puzzled.

"Some priest is there looking for you," the page answered.  "Something
about your mom."

"Shit!" Juanita jumped up from her seat.  "This is it, Kari.  Mom's
delivering.  She needs me.  Come on!"

I broke into a run and followed her as she raced down the halls
towards the main office.  When we got there, we saw a priest standing
and talking to Mrs. Maddern, the assistant principal.

"Juanita, this is Father Giles from Immaculate Conception Church,"
Mrs. Maddern explained to Juanita.  "Your mother sent him here to pick
you up.  She's gone into labor, and they are taking her in an
ambulance to the hospital right now."

"Is she ALL RIGHT?!" Juanita demanded.  "Is she?!"

"She's fine, Juanita," Father Giles smiled, placing a reassuring arm
on Juanita's shoulder.  "Everything is fine.  She called the church
when she started going into labor, and they sent me out to get you."

"Where's Father Rodriguez?" Juanita asked.

"He's meeting your mother at the hospital," Father Giles answered.
"Everything is fine.  We just need to get a hurry on, okay ..?"

"Okay," Juanita nodded, regaining her composure.  "I need to get my
Lamaze bag out of my locker."  She turned to me.  "I'll be right back,
okay ..?  Can you check with Mrs. Maddern and make sure I get all the
homework assignments for the rest of the week?"

I nodded.  That's Juanita for you, MISS SUPER-CONSCIENTIOUS herself.
Her mom is having a baby, she's the Lamaze coach, and she's still
worried about her homework.  Too bad some of that can't rub off on me.
I still needed to finish my algebra homework from last night AND write
a journal entry for English by the end of fifth period lunch.

When Juanita left, I turned to Father Giles and Mrs. Maddern.  "Can I
have a pass so I can go to all Juanita's teachers and get her homework
stuff?" I asked the vice principal.

"Yes, certainly," Mrs. Maddern answered.  She went into her office and
started writing out one of her "special" principal passes on the
goldenrod paper.

"So, you're a priest at Juanita's Church?" I asked Father Giles.

"Yes," he answered.  "The Church of the Immaculate Conception.  I just
started there this week.  That's why I haven't had a chance to meet
Juanita yet until today."  Suddenly he cut himself off and breathed
sharply, flashing me an uncomfortable look and then peering up at the
clock on the wall.

He certainly seemed to be in a hurry, and given the circumstances I
could see why.  Still, something about him seemed peculiar, out of
place.

"What does Immaculate Conception mean anyway?" I asked out of the
clear blue.  "I've always been meaning to ask Juanita that."

The question caught him off guard, and he took another sharp breath
before he tightened his jaw and replied.  "The Immaculate Conception
is when the baby Jesus was born from the Virgin Mary," Father Giles
looked back up at the clock as he spoke.

"How do you think God did that?" I asked wide-eyed.  "You know,
impregnated Mary with the baby Jesus without having sex?  That
certainly was an Immaculate Conception, huh .!"

"The Immaculate Conception of Jesus inside Mary's womb was a miracle,"
Father Giles explained.  "In the Catholic Church, we accept miracles
on faith.  We don't try and figure them out."

"That's interesting," I replied.  "Very interesting."

"Here's your pass, Kari," Mrs. Maddern walked back into the outer
office and handed me the slip of goldenrod paper.  "You can run along
now."

"Can't I just wait for Juanita," I pleaded.  "She is my best friend
.."

"I suppose so .." Mrs. Maddern responded with a sigh.  Father Giles
continued eyeing the clock for another few seconds before Juanita
burst back into the office.

"Okay," Juanita called out to Father Giles.  "I'm ready to go!"

"Okay, let's go then," he replied.  "My car is out front."

"You're not going anywhere, CREEP!" I snapped suddenly.  Before anyone
could move, I stepped in front of Juanita and flipped open my cell
phone.  With my other hand, I reached inside my purse and pulled out
the bottle of Mace I keep for JUST these types of occasions.

"Kari Gold!" Mrs. Maddern raised her voice.  "What is the meaning of
this?"

"This guy isn't a priest," I answered, pressing the 9-1-1 speed dial
on my phone.  Father Giles started towards the door, but I waved the
Mace in his face, daring him to take another step. "In fact, I
wouldn't be surprised if Father Giles here wasn't Blue Beard himself."

"Kari!" Juanita hollered at me.  "Quit clowning around.  This is no
time to be joking.  I've got to get to the hospital.  My mom's going
to have the baby, and she NEEDS me!"

"You can't leave with this guy," I barred her with my arm.  After two
rings, the Stratford Police Department's operator picked up. "Hello,"
I spoke softly, my eyes fixed on Father Giles.  "This is Kari Gold,
I'm a student at the middle school.  There's a man here trying to
abduct a student from the premises.  He's posing as a priest from
Immaculate Conception Church.  I need to speak with Officer Norton
RIGHT AWAY!"

"I AM a priest from the Immaculate Conception Church," Father Giles
stormed.  He looked to Mrs. Maddern, his eyes bugging out and sweat
pouring down his brow.  "You!" pointed at Mrs. Maddern.  "Do
something!"

"Kari Gold, you are in BIG TROUBLE!" Mrs. Maddern yelled.  "How dare
you talk to a priest this way and THREATEN him with Mace.  I am going
to call your parents right this minute."

"Good," I answered.  "Get them down here.  Get EVERYONE down here so
this pervert creep doesn't get away."

"Kari," a man's voice crackled over the phone now.  "This is Officer
Norton.  What's this about an abduction?"

"I think it's Blue Beard," I tried my best to sound calm and NOT
CRAZY.  "This guy is here at school trying to get Juanita Walker to go
with him.  He says he's a priest at Immaculate Conception Church, and
he was sent here to take Juanita to the hospital because her mother is
having a baby and she's the Lamaze coach ..."

"I'm sorry, Kari," Officer Norton cut me off.  "I really don't see
what the problem is here.  It all sounds reasonable enough to me.  I
think this whole Blue Beard thing has gotten us all a little freaked
out."

"Just call the Church and see if they have a Father Giles working
there," I pleaded.  "Please!  You have to!"

I heard a pause on the other end of the phone.  Then Officer Norton
told the operator to dial Immaculate Conception Church.

"This is insane," Father Giles hissed.  "I am leaving right now!"  He
started to cover his face with his sleeve and move towards the door.

"What about Juanita?" I asked.  "Don't you have to take her to the
hospital?  Isn't that why you came here?  If I'm wrong and this all
gets sorted out in a minute, then you can go.  Right?"

"Fucking little cunt!" Father Giles spat, before he charged me.  I
sprayed the Mace.  Even with his face covered, the chemical cloud
dropped him like a bag of dirt.

"Kari!" Officer Norton barked over the phone.  "I don't know how you
knew, but you're right.  There is no Father Giles at Immaculate
Conception Church.  I'm sending four squad cars over right now along
with the FBI.  Whatever you do, you need to get the school security
guards to keep that man RIGHT THERE until we arrive.  Do you
understand me?"

"I don't think that'll be a problem," I replied, dousing the bawling
Father Giles' with even more Mace.  "I've got everything under control
here."  I turned to Mrs. Maddern.  "Officer Norton says call the
school security guards .. NOW!"  When she didn't move, I handed her
the phone.  "Talk to him yourself if you don't believe me."

"Fucking little cunt!" Father Giles howled, writhing in agony at my
feet.  Every time he even made a move like he was going to rise, I
doused him with more Mace.  "When I get out," he shrieked, "I'm going
to hunt you down, rip out your eyes, eat them, and then skull fuck
your empty sockets.  You fucking little whore, cunt, slut, bitch .."
he continued ranting unintelligibly.

"My God, Kari!" Juanita screeched.  Suddenly she was standing next to
me, above Father Giles, kicking him with her boots while I sprayed
more Mace.  "I almost got in a car with this creep.  How did you know
he was Blue Beard?  How?!"


    ---------------

WHAT MADE KARI GOLD SUSPECT THAT FATHER GILES WAS NOT WHO HE SAID HE
WAS?  WHY DID SHE THINK JUANITA MIGHT BE IN REAL DANGER IF SHE WENT
WITH FATHER GILES?

PLEASE SEND YOUR ANSWERS TO  karigold_sky@hotmail.com .  Everyone who
answers correctly will receive a free prize.

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