A SET UP, FOR MURDER... A Bay City... cop quote. "They wouldn't do something like that. I've met those guys. They're nice guys".

  Life isn't all peaches and cream after the gang-rape and torture, unlike what most mid-Michigan... cops have been led to believe (with a fanatical blinding belief zelously and arrogantly applied in thier always myopic and tunnel-vision-like manner). This time was no different. After the torture, gang-rapes with man & woman & child & beast & appliance, cattle-prods, beatings, sleep-deprivation, eh, the usual (stuff enlightened mid-Michigan... cops tell me ISN'T torture, even if true) the gang explained to me, that it wasn't enough... more "revenge" was needed to make up for the horror that the gang's member's had to endure during... you guessed it... during "The Gym". Ya know, when an entire organized-crime gang of child-pornographers came down with a case of incurable penis-envy in a middle-school gym way back in fall of 1976. Here's how...

  Duh jerk bitch-slapped me awake! SLAP! I looked around and could see that I was in a 2nd story room, likely some sort of business, school, or converted apartment of some sort. I could see big trees swaying across the street and hear the sounds of traffic in the street below. Across from me was a blond man, about my age, weight, and build similarly tied up with ropes, a pair of oversized Jocks, Duh Weasel, Fagboy, & Shortstuff beside an average looking African-American teen of slightly less than average build. He was maybe 15-16 years old. Yeah, I strained at the ropes & even cried out for help.

  Duh Jerk informed me that I could yell all I wanted, it mattered not because everyone downstairs was a card-carrying Child-Molestor. He went on to explain that the gang had had enough of me, revenge for the gym was a debt that was to be repaid here, and now with a life-sentence in prison at the hands of what he declared would be a bunch of honest... cops who were about to raid this child-porn/drug-dealing factory and find a ton of child-porn staring myself amid many illegal drugs. I had been tied up using quick-slip knots and as the police stormed the building the teen would be left behind to undo my bindings with a single jerk and to testify against me. A testimony that would be very believable due to the many films and books staring myself the "honest"... cops would soon find. He, they just wanted me to know who it was who'd destroyed me.

  Yeah, we had some back and forth insulting where they reassured the Teen that he was doing society and the gang a favor by framing serial-killing me before the snickering quartet left with thier jocks. He made it a point to prove to the Teen all of his accusations by showing him the pictures one last time. "And don't let them talk". He said pointing at me as they left.

  Me? I waited until the quartet seemed to be a good distance away and asked the blond guy. "Do you know this building"? Then. "Do you know the layout"?

  The teen told me. "SHUT UP! They ordered me not to let you talk".

  A retorted. "Man... SHUT THE F _ _ _ UP! I know you heard them talk about how many people I've killed so shut up because if you come near me I'll bite off a finger or something"!

  The Blond Guy described the building to me as a 2 story former apartment building split in half down the middle lined with apartments on either side of a long hallway. He filled in the gaps of what I'd already known about the building based on their shuffling me from room to room and torturing & raping me therein. He described us as being in a mostly residential neighborhood.

  "Do you know what city we're in"?

  It seems to me that he said. "Detroit"? I was terrified. I'd have a lot of money if I had a dollar for every time the gang told me that thier 3rd shift dirty... cops in thier Detroit area Jail would cheerfully beat me to death, or kill me by hanging me if I ever found myself as a guest there.

  I planned...

  In times past I've taken the credit, good or bad for the plans I've come up with but no longer. Truth be told I remember saying a prayer begging God to give me the wisdom to come up with a plan to get me out of this. I prayed for strength because my tortured body and mind just weren't up to 100% because of all of the deprivation and the torture. This is what came of said plan...

  Eventually, we didn't wait long, all hell broke loose when sirens raided the building from every direction and... cops-o-plenty stormed the building with much shouting. The Teen first tried to free me but I lunged for him and nearly bit him! So he chose to free the Blond first who just stood in place at the table we were seated at and then he freed me with a single yank on the rope binding me. As he freed me the Teen spoke in a loud but not quite a yell voice. "HE'S UP HERE"! It was like he was trying to yell but had trouble yelling because of the huge grin on his face.

  I stood up and with a few subtil moves caused the rope to fall to the ground in mere moments.

  Then he yelled out his last word ever. "HE'S... because I lept up and grabbed his mouth and smashed him against a cupboard along the wall. Then I readjusted my grip on his head and twisted the child's neck with all of my might! K-K-K-K-KRACK! Then I dropped his body right there by the door between the round table and the cupboards.

  Blond Guy looked stunned! I could hear the sounds of police storming the building and it sounded like an altercation was happening on the stairs. I snapped Blond back to reality by asking him something like. "Can you take me to the wall dividing the buildings or not"?

  He looked floored and starred at the Teen. He pointed at the formerly bragging teen and said. "You killed him"!

  I countered. "Nah. He's probably just faking it. He's okay". While motioning to him that we should leave.

  "But his head's on backwards"!

  What he said make me wonder so I focused my eyes through the drug-induced ripples and pondered the child before me. He wasn't smiling anymore, he even looked peaceful to me. Gulp, peaceful as one can look while lying flat on his stomach while his head stared straight up at the ceiling.

  I shouted louder. "Snap out of it! Can you take me to the wall diving this apartment from the other or not"?

  He told me he could and we ran down a hall to the wall where Blond announced. "Here it is. This is the wall seperating the apartments but there's no way to get through it. Come on! We'll have to take our chances and run past the cops".

  Me? I backed up and then smashed through the wall (not easy, the wall was made of plaster with little boards running the width of it every few inches) and told the even more stunned Blond Guy to follow me! We ran to the first floor with the... cops half-way down the hallway behind us the whole way and to the exit where I told Blond to walk casually out past the police lines and to not breath hard, lest such an act give us away to officers who might be outside the door. "Be quiet and let me do all the talking".

   So we walked out of the building and past a dozen cops... briskly while I said. "This is so cool! I always wanted to see a police sting". Kinda loudly. You could hear the team of shouting cops inside the building, where they were, and the facts that they were all running quickly and that they wanted thier fellow officers outside to stop... someone.

  We'd almost made it across the street when the team of heavily burdened S.W.A.T.... cops came barreling out of the building and pointed at us and declared thier intention to get us! We ran! In about a block or so we'd broken visual contact with the pursuing... cops so I told Blond to change direction 90 degrees and to stop running within a block. Then I suggested that we abandon our shirts and ballcaps and try our luck walking directly back to the building we'd just fled!

  Cops were everywhere, sirens blaring, people pointing, lotsa people in cuffs, and we walked past the building where it all started. At one point I even listened in as a... cop on a different side of the building (who presumably hadn't seen us) was radioing in a perfect description of both of us while we walked within arm's length of him!

  In another block I suggested we use something sharp to cut the legs off of our pants to turn them into shorts. Blond balked at first but when I told him to get lost or do it he complied. So we stripped to our skivvies on the street and cut the legs off our pants with a sharp object we'd just found. I checked my pockets and found that I still had my hidden emergency quarter on me so I asked Blond if he knew anyone who might come and get us and he said yes. So we used, MY LAST QUARTER IN THE WORLD! After the call Blond then suggested that we go across town were he had some friend's who'd get us out of town.

  The walk across town was uneventful other than when the many... cops drove by (presumably looking for us) and it all ended in a public park with one side leading into some woods.

  At a park his friends pulled up in a couple of vans. First 2 groups of teenagers disgorged and ran in a wide semi-circle behind us as a large group of men and children vomited forth from the other vehicles. It was Duh Jerk and the gang with thier pet Dirty Cop.

  The first thing Duh Jerk asked me was. "Do you know why I had those kids run around you"?

  "No. But I'm sure you'll tell me".

  "Because I'm tired of you escaping us by running away. Those kids are endurance track running stars and they're here to trip you up if you should try to resist". He boasted about a few snipers he'd positioned in the woods and in a building or two... just in case I tried another desperation run for freedom or made a last stand.

  "I ain't resisting".

  "Hmph. I've heard that one before".

  Duh Jerk proudly announced that Blond was a card-carrying Child-Molestor himself, who was on his way to prison. "How do you think we knew where you were going to be in order to set you up and recapture you"? Then he turned to Blond Guy and said. "Why did you help him escape"? He said while pointing at me.

  Blond Guy protested that he'd been ordered to seem to help me escape if the subject came up.

  "You didn't have to help him try to escape so well".

  Blond Guy was nearly crying when he said. "After he killed that kid I was scared. You told me he was a killer and when he told me to tell him where the wall dividing the apartments was I thought I was leading him to where he'd be trapped".

  "But you helped him avoid the police. You could've yelled out and got him arrested".

  "I was just so scared. I thought he'd kill me if I tried".

  "Well, you're going to be punished for this. You thought a few years in prison was going to be bad but wait until you find out what we're going to do to you next".

  Yeah, yeah, yeah, Dirty Cop whipped out his gun and began spouting about a citizen's arrest, legitimized by all of the witnesses and the camera crew he had & a dead black teenager who he had witnesses who told him I'd killed the youth. At one point during the standoff he bragged about his airtight alibi. "I've got an airtight alibi. I'm here to testify in a court case and I've travelled here with you... with me and he had a "cop hunch" that I was said wanted killer and he was a heroic... cop who's hunch had been spot on, a story not even a single... cop would question (according to him).

  Uhhh... I never reported any of this to the... cops. I just couldn't muster up the strength.

  Tell me oh wise one among my readers, tell me this, what do you suppose would've happened to me if I'd changed my plan in the beginning to staying put and trying to reason with the nice... cops?

  Whatever...