Diary Of A Scoundrel

My entry in round two of

ID: 1527320   (Rated: E) 14 Days, 7 Prompts, 1 Story Contest  Can you turn 7 prompts, given every 48 hours, into one story? CLOSED. by Giselle thanks WdC

Good morning. I will not tell you what date it is because that’s classified. I will not describe my surroundings at the moment because it doesn’t matter. What I am writing this journal for is for posterities sake. To leave something behind that will hopefully explain what went down. To be honest, it is to show the world how goddamn cool I am, because I’m a part of something that threatens the very core of what we believe in as Americans. And I’m going to stop it.

Today I saw a DNA helix today. A computer simulation of a DNA helix really. Colored spheres swirling like a giant spiral stairway. That was my realization really. That my friends and colleagues are mad. That if I didn’t decide to unleash the darkness I hold inside towards them my time on this mortal coil would be worthless.
FRED
Fred is a member of The Red Group. He is also a friend of mine. I’ve known Fred for about five years now. Fred is a big man, and when I say big I mean big all over. Fat has set up a colony on this guy, particularly on the back of his neck. I went to Sizzler’s with him and his family last month and he drove me insane! He kept harassing the staff about the fact that there weren’t enough bacon bits on the salad bar. Ridiculous. I mean, he went off. Because of my masquerade I back him up on this like a madman. Just picture for a moment, two six-foot plus men, one as wide as a doorframe, the other packed with lean muscle and sporting a Mohawk (that’s me.) We stared down the staff until more bacon bits came out. Fred chuckled with delight as he heaped bacon bits onto his olive and cucumber salad.
Fred’s wife had taken this opportunity to hang out in the restroom for awhile. Mmm. Fred’s wife… That’s another story indeed. Now before you haul off and call me a bastard for sleeping with Fred’s wife, let me tell you. Fred’s a marked man. See. Mister Fred is one of the men responsible for my coming to see the error of my ways. Fred and his Red Group are responsible for what I will call ‘The Great Betrayal’ for which they will all perish, at my hand…
Fred… Just the thought of him pisses me off. Standing there with his pants full of fat ass, looking like he shat on himself. Fucking Fred and all his supposed idealism.
I popped Fred’s daughter’s cherry… It was a fine moment indeed. His sweet daughter is of age before you start going crazy and calling me a child molester or anything. She was eighteen and protected as all hell. I saw the way she looked at boys her age, then I saw how she looked at me, and I’m sorry, I’m not going to turn a girl in need down. Now you’re thinking. What the fuck is wrong with Fred? Why can’t he tell that his so called friend is pilfering his woman and planning his demise. Because puny humans. I am crafty as all hell. You’re getting the full brunt of my ire as you read this, a peeling back of the lizards skin. If you were to come across me and my group you’d write me off as just another mercenary meathead. You’d immediately lump me in the bonehead box and go about acquiring your soy milk latte. I tell you, there are VERY FEW things in life more satisfying than feeling a girl’s hymen disintegrate as you enter her. God! It’s like Lewis and Clarke or some shit...
Fred’s Dead
They don’t see me coming. I’m a goddamn ninja sometimes… When I was a kid I spied a rat in the closet at the bottom of our staircase. It never knew I was there, it didn’t see me pick up my dad’s shoe, BAM! It twitched once and was dead. What was living was dead in that instant. It was amazing and frightening at the same time. The world had one less rat.
Fred died the same way. Not hit with a shoe silly. He died gazing at the stars as he talked about his son’s latest basketball game. A silenced double tap through the back of his head. I will deliver a eulogy at Fred’s funeral, as his best friend I’m supposed to. I may even cry but they will not be tears of sadness. They will be tears of doom for the rest of the Red Group. More later.

When I was little there was this comic book character named The Punisher AKA Frank Castle. He was bad ass and he punished evil doers with extreme prejudice. My reaction to this character had me begin weight lifting at ten years of age. I don’t care what people say about weight lifting stunting your growth, it’s not true. I was getting my swole on and eating everything I could get my hands on. I still grew to stand six-foot-three. I love being strong. I had some friends back in the day that ad bands. I couldn’t play music very well so I hung with them. They weren’t the strongest folk so I became the one to haul their amps onto the stage. I became their roadie. That was my introduction to the ladies. It was also an education on the impact of image and how one relates to another based off of that image. The ladies were the first people to break through my shell (for obvious reasons.) When they found out the fact that I had read an extensive collection of books, they let their wings open. I became one of them. An intellectual.

We’re talking about the years between seventeen and nineteen. At this point I’m being courted pretty seriously by the military. Those two years taught something to me. Women want to be protected, seen as equals, and loved. They want to be able to express themselves without being judged. I learned this in the dark candlelit rooms of many nymphs.

I learned to mask. This was important you see. Because the men that gravitated towards me were not the most genteel folk. I was seen as a brute and other brutes wanted me for their private army. There are VERY FEW men who at nineteen could bench press three-hundred-fifty pounds as a workout. Who Could cut a target in half with a machine gun from two-hundred yards out. (Yeah. I’m bragging, because it’s so funny to me.) My body became my shroud, I was an Alpha Male.

At such a young age I was smart enough to keep this knowledge of self a secret.

Years passed, I travelled the world. I began to hate my brethren little by little. We were a hardy lot. We have amazing work ethic and are capable of doing things a common man can’t. Our ancestry dates back to ancient times. We walk between the raindrops but in the end we are only human. Weakness overcame our oath of honor. As I read the old texts I realize that our group has become a mere shadow of what it once was. My brothers in arms are ruthless killers and so am I.

SCAPEGOAT…

You’re gonna love this. So Fred’s dead right? Who killed him? You didn’t think I’d just stroll him out somewhere and do him in did you? No. The good news is that we have many enemies. It is a by-product of what we do, constant threat. Hence this genius move.

Back in Saudi Arabia this Sheik is mad at me. Very mad as a matter of fact. Only because I introduced the joys of anal sex to one of his princesses. It was amazing, this girl has a rock hard ass that you wouldn’t believe. Damn, she was fine! Taking her was sweet, and she shook her ass like an [b}earthquake when she climaxed. See children, I know that this Sheik has enough resources to rate himself a good black ops person. Before I killed Fred I; located the spook, nabbed his prints, killed Fred, put the prints on the murder weapon, spoke at Fred’s funeral about how much I enjoyed Sunday football at his house, which caused several people, children included, to cry.
Then I’m in the lodge, listening to our glorious leader spew hate invective until our hands pump furiously skyward hell bent on revenge. Best part. Two weeks later I get the drop on mister CIA turncoat. Guy thinks he’s just after some lone mercenary that sodomized a princess. No, he’s after a [b}knight[/b}. No, not just a knight, a lightning knight, lance in hand ready to stab all asses that poke their rosy rears anywhere near him! Yep.
So, our boys tied and bound. Sweat beaded up, the last thing he sees is yours truly standing above him with an axe. Revenge is sweet.

It is a dark day.

Something is wrong with me. I woke up in a cold sweat, dread surrounding me like a sheet. How did I get here? What am I doing? It is when I am far away from home where I see how fragile America’s freedom is. Like when I’m guarding a landowners house from thieves, or hunting rebels alongside other predators.

I joke and play with the others as much as I can so they can’t tell how moody I am. It could be seen as a sign of weakness, weakness means that one can become capable of betrayal. Then, I’m gone. More later.


Three weeks later.

Guess what I just discovered? Fred’s daughter is pregnant. Thank god the girl was smart enough to get a good cover. His name is Roger. He was shocked considering he used a condom when they made love, but Madison informed Roger that she had poked a hole in it. She said she wanted to be closer to him by having his child. (Crafty girl.) Roger Dodgers a good kid though, he’ll make a good father, and hell, he looks kind of like me. In the meantime, I’ll continue to rail that shit balls deep whenever I get the chance. Whooyah!


The elimination of the Red Group continues. It is amazing how many accidents happen when explosives are involved.

Two more to go.

So why revenge right? I mentioned ‘The Great Betrayal’ before. It’s a doozy and I want to give my description of events a proper telling. It is important that you get all the details correctly so you can understand why I’ve chosen to turn on my brethren.

Oops. Fred’s widow calls. See ya laters!
The Middle East. Not too far from the Sheik’s place as a matter of fact. Got to go, more later.

Okay, remember when I was in the Middle East, close to the Sheik’s place. Well, you’re gonna love this. I paid a visit to the princess. The best part? I recorded it. It’s amazing what you can purchase at a good black market these days. Anyways, you will now read the transcripts of the sexual misadventures of yours truly;
Princess: Ooh R------ you make me feel so good.
R: Yeah, you like that baby. How bout this!
P: AHHHH! N-Not all the way in, please.
R: How bout halfway baby?
P: Oooh, that’s better.
(Minutes pass, female moaning is heard. The moans intensify.)
R: Shhh. You don’t want Jafar to come in here and find us do you?
P: No… W-what are you doing?
R: I’m hungry. Mmf—See. Long arms help.
P: You’re eating an éclair while we make love? AHHHH!
R: It’s my favorite dessert. Take it hard baby, use the pillow, that’s right.
P:Mmf! Mmf! Mmf!

And so on and so on.
International playboy folks….

Three weeks later. I’ve given myself a time frame for the ultimate destruction of the Red Group. The key here is how do I finish them off without our glorious leader finding me out? The deeper I get into this the more I question what I’m doing, that is usually not me.

Let me tell you about Fred’s widow. She’s about medium height, has green eyes with black hair. Sports a nice tan and has a body like a pin-up model. And I shit you not I have never encountered a woman that can blow a pole like she does. Goddamn, just thinking about what that woman does with her mouth sends me to the lotion bottle! Good times baby, good times…
I was raised in an orphanage, then a series of foster homes. Good news was that almost all of the men running the households were into sports. That gave me the edge when it came to attention. They always wanted to have the champion. I learned everyone always wants the champ. My adopted brothers were jealous of me for the most part. There was one kid however. Felix, he was a good one, he was a scrawny stereotypical nerd except that he didn’t get good grades. He wasn’t teased however, because I was around. No one ever messed with my brothers or sisters. Felix though, he had an effect on me. He taught me what it was like to be average. In some ways it could be something I’d be interested in, if it wasn’t for what I do for a living I’d like to try and be average.
Average people are like water. They flow from job to home, from love to hate. They teem like ants yet show slivers of independence here and there.
They are vulnerable however. They suffer from extreme misinformation. They get lost in the machine that we call society and don’t see the threats that loom just under the surface. Average people are super agnostics. They will not believe until they see it in person. Problem is, by the time they saw the truth they would only have a short time to live and that is not the option that I would choose for them.
Felix is alive and well by the way. He has two children. A neat little house, has a job he seems to like a pretty wife. I’m happy for him. And him and many others are the reason I walk through the fires of combat.
Human life on Earth is in a fragile state at the moment. My brethren and I are the guardians of humanity. We are the strongest, smartest, and fastest beings on the planet and we protect it from beings that would devour our life-wind in seconds.
It is amazing at times fighting them. Exhilarating. After every battle I’m amazed that I’m alive. We run out of traditional ammunition regularly then it’s up to the more old fashioned methods of dispatching the enemy.
After a battle we are sent away for awhile. Our minds are divided at that time and reassembled. We then return to our gated communities and eat our food, drink our wine, and bed our women. We ensuring the next generation of Alpha Male.
Will I ever break free? Free. Death. Death is free. I will purify our brethren from the inside.
Here’s to you people of Earth. Perhaps one day you’ll know the truth. Until then, realize that every earthquake you feel is not a shifting of the tectonic plates. Every tsunami is not made by underwater volcanoes. Believe.
To all the girls I’ve loved before. What a great song, so meaningful in many ways. There was a girl I loved more than anyone else in the whole world back in the day. Her name was Lucinda, she was red haired and petite. Her green eyes were like emeralds and she lit my life up like the sun.
I met her at the university. She studied biology and spent long hours in the lab. I was on security detail so when she’d take a break we’d get to talking. This was before joining the group I’m with now mind you, years ago. A time when I was younger, more impressionable. She didn’t have much money yet I had plenty so it was pretty easy to convince her to go out with me. Our life became intertwined. She’d study, hang out with me. Every day, so on so forth for three years.


Until the time came that our habits changed. Actually her habits. She began to study more and see me a little less at first, then a lot more less. Until we met only on every Tuesday night for dinner and a little Wahoo. Then, and me and my curious nature takes the full blame here. I discover she’s seeing someone else. As in sleeping with someone else.


I’m like, why didn’t you just break up with me instead of lie to me about it? She’s like, I didn’t want you to do anything crazy.
Okay ladies, if you’re reading this READ VERY CAREFULLY!

If you fear that your man will do something crazy if you cheat on him, break up with him first or if you guys are very liberal get some fucking consent. Because the first thing a man will do when he finds out about being cheated on is DO SOMETHING CRAZY.


SO I did something crazy, which led me to having leave that town forever. Of course not her folks, I’d never harm a lady. To him. On principle.
I’ve never trusted anyone after that betrayal. Perhaps you can say that moment in time was the birth of the scoundrel. Who knows.
I’ve learned that it’s a dog eat dog world and there is no safety net anymore. People are people and they will do whatever they want to do and usually what they want to do will be something selfish so why worry about it.

Hmmm. As I re-read this journal entry I come to the realization that my mind has been scrambled up a bit. What’s done is done. More later.
The Great Betrayal
I used to play video games as a kid. I got pretty darn good at them also. One of the things that I discovered as an adult was that my video game skills made me perfect for piloting UAV’s, unmanned air vehicles. These are remote controlled planes folks, and I tell you, what we can do with these things nowadays are fantastic.

So on the day of this grand mistake committed by the Red Group, I was their surveillance support. While they were many miles away, I sat in the comfort of my own home and provided intel as to where the bad guys were and how many. I had limited vision underground also, plus, for the sake of the record I had an extensive array of specialized microphones.

SO I’m eating vanilla ice cream with protein powder mixed in and Fred asks me where the bad guys are. I’m all over the scene at this point, and all I see is a small town inhabited by indigenous folk. We’re talking no shoes, goats on ropes, stuff like that. I inform him that this is all I can see. Then, after a minute or two, Fred comes back with a thank you and an over and out.

It’s usually at this point where I link off and play some online NAVY SEALS. Not this time though, because I didn’t like the tone of Fred’s voice. EVIL.
See, we protect humanity, that is our job, that’s what I signed on for, and this….What happened next…. Was unforgivable. The Red Group torched the town. They exterminated every living thing there and I watched from a thousand feet high. I heard every scream, every gunshot, every thunk of the sword. That is why I killed Fred. That is why I continue to pick them off folks. Because at this point I don’t even care if I get caught for it.

Here we go… The grand revenge. See, as I type this the Red Group is on a mission. There are bad guys indeed. But I don’t care about them right now. I know where they are and what I’m doing will get them too. See. I’m piloting a UAV for them again, except this time I’ve made some modifications. I’m switching to voice recognition now.

“Testing testing. Good. So here I am up in the wild blue yonder! Here I go, down your throats! Okay folks. I’m barreling down now! My UAV the ultimate tool of destruction! I see them! They know what’s coming! Yes! This is for humanity’s sake you sick fucks! Yes! BOOOOOMMMM!!!!
Yes. You deserved it. And now… I’m in trouble.