The Chameleon Judge II; A Chameleon No More

The Whisperer

Description

Abuse produces monsters, monsters are often killers, the longer they kill the better they become at doing it and hiding it. See who's next and how they are killed, can a killer camouflaged by power and position continue to go on undetected, that remains to be seen.
Sexual abuse is never Ok, especially if it is at the hands of someone whose job it is to protect and shelter from said atrocities. When it happens, a survivor can become predator or perhaps in the case of The Chameleon Judge, a vigilante, one who believes it’s their job and mission to rid societies of the undesirables. The problem is that some of the bad has rubbed off on them, and those around him. Will the perverted karma controllers keep the Chameleon in check or will they provide another sympathetic venue for escape. Consuming the pages of this multi-shade sexual and morbid thriller will only tell. The Chameleon Judge, A Chameleon No More is a tail for the ages that revels what can happen to a former abusee left unchecked.

Sujets

• LGBTQ
• Romance
• Drama
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: Archway Publishing
• Date de parution: 16 juillet 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781665746007
• Langue: English

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THE CHAMELEON JUDGE II; A CHAMELEON NO MORE



THE WHISPERER






Copyright © 2023 The Whisperer.

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CONTENTS
Dedica tion
Ope ning
Chapter 1 Hello Dad
Chapter 2 A New Judge, Let’s See About that
Chapter 3 Jake is Back Jugg ling
Chapter 4 Onyx @ Do ctor
Chapter 5 Jake at the Police Sta tion
Chapter 6 A New Night Begin ning
Chapter 7 Beaver/Real izes
Chapter 8 Dr. V/Norris, this jus t in
Chapter 9 Its Ball N ight
Chapter 10 Desirera Gets A Clue
Chapter 11 Surveillance Rev eals
Chapter 12 The Police Station, a gain
Epil ogue


DEDICATION
To my mom, I know you are sliding and gliding with the angels; thank you for my gifts that I am sharing with the world. “The Whisp erer”


OPENING
Detectives Weber and Benson are undercover, sifting and combing the streets of the 4 seasons that are in the Northeast of the US. In this case it’s the scent of cheesesteaks, fried onions and a variety of different smokes that fill the night air. Added to the scent is the drug of choice, crack, cocaine, and a new makeshift form of “fuck you over” called “Wet” that is literally sucking the intelligence out of the people who are using it. Something about that smell, converts a reasonable person and creates a monster who lays in the cut to pluck the lives out of the venerable. It all happens in the streets of the Philadelphia, PA area.
The Killer has appeared to cool their jets. Or have they met their self -i mposed burden of attrition -i ng society of self -p erceived undesirables? The Killings have stopped, at least for now -h owever , there have been plenty epidemic levels of assaults against transexuals, transexual women that is. This is quite significant as they have been getting their “day in court” so to speak. Their existence has become somewhat faddish. Perhaps our friend the Judge was on the cutting edge, on to something good, certainly taboo. Regardless, his personal life trigonometry got him there, and his desire hadn’t gone anyw here.
Haunted by the images of killing two of them, he is back into the mental shelter of trying to cope, when this lovely tale left off with a knock at the door:
JuJu, somewhat content, now that he is back home, more so now than he’d been in years. More strange shit, a hell of a lot more questions to ask.
Judge Jake is sitting at the interrogation table in his own home looking Benson and Weber in the eye. “OK Police officers, are we done here”? “Yes. Thank you, J udge.”
Thaxton said, “I’m sure we will get back with you if need be.” The Police leave, Jake, wrinkled forehead, head in chin, closes the door after the officers - he turns toward the inside of the house where his family aw aits.



CHAPTER 1 HELLO DAD
The Chameleon looks in on his family, new and old. As his daughters drill and grill their new brother with skepticism, Jake can’t help but blush and smile at the thought of having a son. After all, he lives with a bunch of women, figuratively and literally. As he looks at him, he tries to mentally frame his face into his past to see who he could belong to. At this point, it is noteworthy to indicate that even though Jake is a “Ho” on many levels, he has only experienced real, true love on a few occasions. At that, he takes inventory of his past, but for now he must deal in the pre sent.
Everyone is still sitting in the living room. The three girls and their brother; of course they are inspecting him. Cherry says, “Well, he does look like us” and smiles. She reaches out her hand and says, “Hello, I’m Cherry – these are my sisters Karen and Sabrina”. Dip says: “I know Karen.” Sabrina, being the lawyer she is says: “I recognize you from the legal scene”. Dip nods his head in affirmation. Then Sabrina blurts “Bull Shit! we are going to make sure you are who you say you are”. Dip again nods his head in affirmation and says: “of course”. About that time Jake and JuJu walked into the room, they had been listening to the vituperations Sabrina had been spewing, not in a negative way of course - sorta like Richard Pryor making you laugh at serious shit.
JuJu, always the diplomat, the diplomat not to be fucked with that admonishes Sabrina and says: “Sabrina, such language” – she extends her hands to Dip and says: “hello young man, what is your name; we were about to have breakfast”. Then Jake, analogous to banging his gavel on the desk abruptly says, “Not so fast! Come wit h me.”
He taps Dip on his shoulder and directs him to his study. The study is in the room across and down the hall, its not a long walk, but one with enough time to think about what to ask him. Dip is like a kid in Disney world, head up admiring all of the lights, pictures, accomplishments and momentos of the great life that he wasn’t a part of. As they approach the door, in just a few feet Jake looks him in the eye, extends his hand and walks him into his s tudy.
Before entering the study, Jake had been inhaling the “Mini Me” qualities Dip exuded. He noticed them quite glaringly as with in his family lens to the point he had only been through with his daughters. He did recognize him though via another venue. He remembers him not only from court; as he has presented before him several times. Beyond the “Brother” likenesses he was just another attorney. In addition to recognizing him from court, he also recognizes him from some of the youth outreach camps he attended as a child. The mentoring had paid off. They walk into his of fice.
It’s early but Jake offers him a drink. Dip responds with a Cheshire cat grin “What do you Have”. “Scotch”, Jake answered. “OK” Dip responds. Jake looks again at him and inquires: “Neat?” Dip looks back at Jake hesitantly (as if wondering if Jake was testing him with the early morning libation offer) and says: “lite rock” (only a few cubes or chips of ice). Jake looks back at him with a warm and reassuring smile and says: “that’s the way I like it too”. Ironically, at this point Jake makes eye contact again and feels recognition and likening with him, he not only comes to terms with his recognition, but he has an epiphany as to who his mothe r is.
He couldn’t help but be happy and excited knowing that he has a son, or at least the probability of having one. Especially considering that he has three, count them 3 crazy ass daughters. Additionally, not only that a son who is a lawyer like him. The proverbial “chip off the old block” so to speak. Wow!
Jake suddenly blurts “Are you gay?” Dip, startled by the question answers: “No Sir, I’m not. Why do you ask?” Jake replied, “I don’t know”. The wheels of legacy, contentment and wholeness start going full speed in Jake’s mind. This kid has suddenly and unexpectedly put a major resurgence and reassurance in Jake’s masculinity. He was actually fighting back a desire to do a back flip because - standing before him was a real man; in every sense of the word - e ducated , powerful and strong. He is my son; Jake is an emotional man. Sexually confused and carrying around an elephant that is a monkey on the back of most people - weighed down, mentally and physically -D ip is just the life altering laxative or elixir to validate his confusing and complicated existence. In the midst of Jake’s mental celebration, a gong like the one in the Taco Bell commercials sounds. As suddenly as the bell sounds, Jake blurts again like a man with Tourette Syndrome “So, who is your mom?” Jake knew the answer in the back of his head.
“My Mom is Ramenia. It took a significantly ideal situation for her to tell me about you”. Dip, getting more assured that coming there was the right thing to do, he looked at his father for the first time as though looking in the mirror. Jake asks: “so, how is she? Man, I haven’t heard from her or even heard her name for that matter in so many years”. Dip replies “Mom is a Nurse Practitioner over at Taylor Hospital”. Just at that moment the true gravity of the situation hits and se t in.
The lawyer in Jake surfaces. He looks at Dip, a young man he is sure is his son and says:
“Hey, I am very happy you’ve come here. But we need to confirm.” Before Jake could get the next word out Dip says: “I know, Sabrina said the same thing, and as I was thinking”. They both look at each other smiling, Jake says: “Fuckin Lawyers” with a chuckle. After another slight pause, they make eye contact again and Dip says: “let’s set it up”, they extend hands and shake on it, as they pull away, they draw back in with a masculine embrace, suitable for a father and son. And just about that time.
JuJu walks into the room.
“Hello Young Man, you have given us quite a startle with your revelation”. With an inquisitive look on her face, she asks and asserts: “Sure