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Glen Wiseman
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2003

Chapter 8

Glen returned to the cabin after taking a short hike around the 
property. They had been waiting three days for Amos and there 
had been no sign. Everyone's nerves were getting frazzled as they 
waited. Glen, tired of staying in the house, had finally taken a 
walk. The trio said they would watch from the window in case 
something happened to him.

He opened the door and stepped in, shouting that he was back. He 
glanced at the couch and saw the Metchettes looking at him in fear 
and with duct-tape covering their mouths. He had barely processed 
that information when Amos stepped out from behind the door 
with the stun gun. Glen went down.

Glen woke on the floor and waited to get control before opening 
his eyes. Opening his eyes just a slit, he saw Amos standing above 
him about to kick him in the stomach. Glen curled into as tight a 
ball as he could. The foot slammed into his shins. Amos screamed 
in rage and went to kick his face. He tucked his face behind his 
knees. The kick glanced off the knees and smashed into his 
forehead. Glen felt like someone had just tried to scalp him.

He remained on the floor curled up to the best of his ability. Amos 
landed as many kicks as he could, but none of them seriously 
injured Glen. Finally tired from all of his efforts, Amos stepped 
away and stood in front of the Metchettes. He stated, "I'm going to 
cut off his balls and make him watch what I do to you. He's going 
to suffer knowing that you are counting on him to save you and he 
can't do a damned thing."

Glen looked over at the trio and winked to let them know that he 
wasn't really hurt. All three gave the barest of nods. They all had 
their hands free, but were sitting there as though they were 
helpless.

He looked over at Amos and almost laughed aloud. Gathering all 
of his strength, he extended his legs as fast and hard as he could. 
His left foot made direct contact with the side of Amos' knee. 
There was a huge crack and Amos toppled like a tree cut down in 
the forest. Screaming in pain, Amos leaned forward to grab his 
knee. The Metchettes sprang forward with their knives extended. 
Each was trying to hit Amos in the stomach. The knives went into 
him with ease.

The three pulled out their knives as pools of blood swelled and 
discolored his shirt. They sat back and cut the tape around their 
legs. The twins stood up and ran outside. Cliff paused to cut the 
tape around Glen's wrists. He handed his knife to Glen. Glen 
ripped the tape off his mouth. It took off half his facial hair in the 
processes. He shouted to Cliff, "Get the girls out of here! There are 
clothes behind the seat in your truck."

Cliff ran out to the truck and joined the girls in it. The girls had just 
retrieved the key for the truck from the place they had hidden it. 
They handed the key to Cliff. In seconds they were pulling out. 
Four minutes later they were at the end of the road. Cliff stopped 
the truck and turned to the girls. He said, "Pull the seat back 
forward. Glen said he had put some clothes in there."

Inside the cabin, Glen finished getting the tape off his ankles. 
Amos was rolling around on the floor in considerable pain. He was 
holding his stomach as blood continued to pour out of the cuts. 
Glen took stock of the situation trying to decide what to do next. 
Amos was screaming, "I'm going to kill those bitches. They're 
mine and I'm going to kill them."

Glen moved over to Amos and said, "No, they are mine and you 
are never going to see them again."

"I'm going to kill all three of those bitches and I'm going to make 
you watch."

Glen knelt down and rolled Amos over onto his stomach. Pressing 
a knee in his back, he grabbed the head of the man under him. He 
twisted it as hard as he could. The neck made a sickening popping 
sound as vertebra gave way to the forces placed upon them. Amos 
thrashed and stopped moving.  Glen waited a second and then 
checked to make sure that Amos was dead. There was no pulse. He 
said, "You are never going to see them again."

Glen got up and went to his truck. His shins hurt from where he 
had been kicked. Amos had hurt him a little and, as he walked to 
the truck, he wondered if he should head to the hospital. He 
decided that he would follow the Metchettes. If they went to the 
Sheriff, then so would he.

The twins did as suggested and found the cache of clothes. It was 
all simple one size fits all t-shirts and sweat pants. There was also a 
note. Cliff dressed while the Sandra read the note aloud, "If you 
are reading this note, that means that you have escaped Amos. If 
any of you are hurt, go directly to the hospital. Do not stop at the 
Sheriff. I will do the best I can to keep him from escaping. Glen."

Wanda had finished slipping a T-shirt on and said, "That man. He 
really does take care of us."

Cliff, glancing in the rear-view mirror, stated, "Well, I think he's 
behind us in the truck. Let's head to the Sheriff's."

Glen, seeing the truck ahead of him, gave him the emergency light 
signal they had agreed upon so they would know that it was him 
driving. He didn't want them to end up fleeing him and possibly 
getting into an accident. He had cautioned them to take their time 
and not speed. They were going to be nervous and that wasn't the 
best circumstances in which to be driving. 

They had reached the main road when Cliff pulled the truck over to 
the side of the road. Glen slowed down as he approached them and 
stopped behind them. He was in time to see one of the twins 
scramble out of the truck. She got about five steps from the truck 
and doubled over, vomiting along side the road. He headed over to 
her to help. The other twin exited at the same time and started 
vomiting as well. Cliff and Glen reached the twins about the same 
time. Cliff helped one while Glen helped the other.

After a few minutes, both of them stopped. Sandra, with tears in 
her eyes, looked up at Glen. Her lips quivered and she had to take 
several deep breaths to get control of herself. Finally, she said, "I'm 
sorry. I just realized that my hands were covered in his blood and 
that it was all over my shirt."

Wanda was sitting next to the truck softly crying. Cliff was trying 
to comfort her. She cried out, "I killed someone."

Glen came over and sat beside her. Crushing her in a hug and 
rocking her like a child, he said, "No you didn't. He was very much 
alive when you three left."

Wanda sniffled and then asked, "He's going to come after us 
again?"

Glen continued to rock her as he answered, "No. He and I had a 
little altercation after you left. He's not going to bother you ever 
again."

"He's not?"

"Never again will he bother you."

Wanda relaxed. Sandra joined her twin and they hugged each 
other. A huge torrent of emotions flooded through them. They 
didn't know what to feel. They were free of a monster. Should they 
be happy that he was dead? Should they fear Glen who had killed 
him? Should they be ashamed for stabbing the monster? Did they 
have murderous tendencies? The mix of emotions was 
overwhelming. They finally stood up and returned to the pickup 
truck. 

Cliff closed the door behind them with a solid thud. The smell of 
vomit hung thick in the air and it promised to make him sick as 
well. He swallowed heavily before he turned to Glen and asked, 
"You killed him where he was, didn't you?"

"Yes. He's dead." Glen answered. Glen looked Cliff in the eye for 
a minute. Cliff nodded and went back to the truck. Glen went back 
to his and followed Cliff as the young man drove off. They headed 
directly to the Sheriff's office.

As they drove, Glen couldn't help but consider himself a murderer. 
He hadn't acted in self defense, but he wasn't sure that the normal 
definition of that concept applied when dealing with an individual 
like Amos. As long as Amos lived, he would be a threat. Glen was 
convinced that the only way to defend oneself from Amos was to 
kill him. He had done that, but it didn't prevent him from feeling 
horrible.

When they reached the Sheriffs office all four of them gathered 
together and went into the building. The deputy took one look at 
the blood and called out for the Sheriff. The Sheriff came out of his 
office and took a look at the four people standing there. He took a 
deep breath and asked, "Where is the body?"

Glen answered, "He's in my cabin."

The Sheriff turned to the deputy and ordered, "Get out to the 
Wiseman place and check it out. Get on the radio as you are going 
there and get two cars to meet you there. I'll call the state police 
and send them out there as well. I'll call the coroner as well."

The deputy looked over at Glen and nodded in respect. As he 
passed by Glen, he whispered, "Don't worry about a thing. I'm 
pretty clumsy when it comes to collecting evidence."

Glen laughed and nodded back. The Sheriff went back to the desk 
and made several calls. The first one was to the coroner and the 
second was to the State Police. Glen, standing near the door, could 
hear sirens start up from several different places. The Sheriff made 
a third call to his wife, asking her to stop by a store and get four 
new sets of sweat pants and t-shirts. He hung up the phone and 
came out from behind the counter. He walked over to the door and 
locked it.

He turned to face the four people in his office. He cleared his 
throat and said, "Listen up everyone."

Glen and the Metchettes turned to face the Sheriff. The Sheriff, 
sure that he had their attention, said, "Here is what we are going to 
do. I am going to interview each of you individually and without 
any record. I will then turn on a recorder and interview you 
officially. When we are done, it will be a clear case of self-defense. 
Are there any questions?"

Cliff's face scrunched up as he asked, "Why the pretense?"

"I want to make sure that all of your answers do not lead to more 
questions. We want to get this behind you so that you can start 
living your lives free of any fear." The Sheriff had a very good 
idea what had happened and he just wanted these people to get on 
with their lives. He didn't really care to know if Glen had 
overstepped a few legal boundaries. 

Glen nodded and said, "Thanks Sheriff."

The Sheriff pulled Wanda into the office and closed the door. 
While they were in there, Helena knocked on the door. Glen 
opened it and let her in. She winked at Glen as she came in and 
then went to the back of the building carrying a rather large sack 
with her. After about twenty minutes the door of the office opened 
and the Sheriff led Wanda out.

Glen said, "Helena arrived."

The Sheriff smiled and replied, "Good."

He led Wanda to the back of the building and opened the door that 
his wife had entered. The two of them went inside. After just a few 
minutes, he came out and led Sandra to his office. Glen asked, "So 
how did he get in?"

Cliff said, "I think he was waiting for you to go out. He came in 
almost as soon as you hit the back of the property. He took us 
down with the stun gun. I came too in time to see him position 
himself to be able to jump you when you came in. He had the stun 
gun and some pepper spray. I was really afraid that he was going to 
use the pepper spray on you."

Glen sat there for a minute thinking about that. Things wouldn't 
have turned out differently either way, but he had been lucky. He 
was sure that the pepper spray was in case he had come in the 
wrong door. It was better at a distance than up close. 

After about twenty minutes, the Sheriff brought Sandra out and led 
her to the same room. He knocked on the door and then left when 
it opened and Sandra went in. Glen watched the proceedings 
curiously, wondering what was going on in the other room. The 
Sheriff came back and took Cliff into his office. Glen was left 
there alone. A woman came into the building, took one look at 
him, and left. The expression on her face was priceless. He smiled 
as he wondered what she had thought of finding him there. Most 
likely, she assumed that he was a criminal and didn't want to risk 
getting attacked by him.

He waited patiently. After about twenty minutes the Sheriff led 
Cliff out of his office. He knocked on the door and then said 
something to Cliff that Glen couldn't hear. The Sheriff left him 
standing in front of the door and came over the Glen. He said, 
"Come with me."

They went into the office. The Sheriff seated himself behind his 
desk and looked at Glen. Glen didn't wait for an invitation before 
seating himself in a chair. He looked over at the Sheriff and asked, 
"You want to tell me what is going on here?"

The Sheriff said, "You killed him didn't you?"

"Yes, I did. The Metchettes had already left the house when he 
died. They didn't have any role in his death."

The Sheriff was proud of Glen in his continued protection of the 
Metchettes. He would go to the electric chair maintaining their 
innocence. He had done well in selecting Glen to watch over them. 
He stated, "You were concerned that he was going to come back 
and carry out his threats against them."

"Yes, I was."

The Sheriff took a deep breath. This was the question that he didn't 
really want the answer, but he had to understand for his own sake 
what had happened there. He asked, "How did you do it?"

"I grabbed his head and twisted until his neck broke."

The Sheriff asked, "Did he resist or attack you in any way?"

"No. I didn't give him a chance to resist or attack," answered Glen 
truthfully. He was convinced that he was putting his head in a 
noose.

The Sheriff interviewed him on tape. It was a pretty simple 
interview that didn't ask any probing questions. The questions 
could be answered with either a yes or no without much room for 
doubt. Each question was intended to support the view that the 
death was the result of self-defense. When they were done, the 
Sheriff turned off the recorder and stated, "Well, that's that. A clear 
case of self-defense. The investigation is done."

Glen, surprised at how many details were glossed over, asked, 
"You know that I killed him in cold blood. Why are you doing 
this?"

The Sheriff was quiet for a moment before answering. He said, 
"You protected the Metchettes like I asked you. You saved them 
three times. I don't know of anyone else who could have done that 
for them."

"You know that he didn't have to die for them to have been 
protected from him."

"Suppose we had arrested him and he escaped again. Who knows 
if there would have been a fourth time. You saved them from that 
possible future. You did the right thing."

Glen was quiet for a moment and then, in a very soft voice, asked, 
"Why do I feel like shit?"

"Because you have a conscience. You killed a man and you feel 
bad. It's good that you feel bad. I would have arrested you if you 
didn't, but don't beat yourself up over it. Just remember, he would 
have died in the chair anyway." 

"Why the superficial investigation?"

"You did us all a favor. We had to do one for you. The state police 
can read your statement and look at the evidence. They'll leave you 
alone, particularly after I talk to them."

Glen nodded and thought about what the Sheriff had said. He was 
going to have to think about it for a long time before he could 
accept everything that had happened today. He finally asked, 
"What now?"

The Sheriff laughed and replied, "Oh, you are going to hate this 
part."

"Why?"

The Sheriff looked at Glen with a twinkle in his eye. He answered, 
"You have to go over to the diner and be treated like a hero."

Glen groaned as he shouted, "No!"

"Yes, now follow me and we'll get you cleaned up and in some 
fresh clothes. You've got a bit of blood on yours. I'll have to keep 
your old clothes as evidence."

Glen followed the Sheriff down to the mystery room. He entered 
and found it was a shower and changing room. The Sheriff said, 
"Empty your pockets. Strip and then hand me your clothes."

Glen did as he was asked. He adjusted the water in the shower to a 
slightly hotter temperature than he normally used. He got out the 
bar of soap and started scrubbing. He wondered if he could ever 
wash his actions away. He spent a lot of time in the shower 
washing himself. His skin had wrinkled by the time he turned the 
water off and stepped out, a bright pink from the hot water. He 
slowly dried himself off. He went over his body with the towel a 
second time and then a third. He stopped when he realized that he 
had been scrubbing himself with the towel. He looked at it and 
then put it in the pile with the other towels. 

He went into the changing room and found a pair of sweatpants 
and a T-shirt. He put them on and found himself holding his keys, 
wallet, and pocket knife. He searched the sweat pants looking for a 
pocket and couldn't find one. He stepped out of the room and met 
the Sheriff waiting for him. 

Dale looked at Glen holding his personal items in his hand and 
laughed. He disappeared for a moment and returned with a plastic 
baggy. He handed the baggy over and said, "Put your stuff in this. 
It looks more masculine than the purse we have in lost and found."

Glen did as he was told. He looked around and sighed, "Let's get to 
it."

The Sheriff took Glen over to the diner. As soon as they entered, a 
number of people started clapping. Glen looked around confused. 
The twins came over to him and hugged him. Wanda said, "You 
saved us again. I couldn't believe how you took him on all by 
yourself."

Glen glanced over at Cliff and stated, "Hey, Cliff gets a lot of the 
credit too. He got you guys out of there."

There was an uncomfortable moment of silence and then Cliff 
laughed. He shouted, "So modest. Come over here, Glen. Let us 
buy you lunch."

The Sheriff, putting a hand on Glen's shoulder, interrupted, "Nope. 
Lunch is on me."

Glen looked at the daily special and groaned. The Metchettes 
looked at the menu and burst out laughing. The Sheriff asked, 
"What's so funny?"

"The lunch special is a hero sandwich." Wanda answered with a 
giggle.

Sandra added, "The last time he saved us, the lunch special was a 
hero sandwich."

The Sheriff had to laugh at the irony and ordered five lunch 
specials. The five of them ate lunch together. When the Sheriff 
noticed Glen's eyes get a little twinkle in them he said, "Oh no you 
don't. No deserts at this table."

After lunch, the Sheriff insisted that they all go to the local 
clothing store and buy some new clothes. Glen wondered what was 
going on, but he went with the flow. They walked over to the 
clothing store and bought new outfits. Since Glen was the only one 
with a wallet, he paid for all of the clothes. It actually felt good to 
be back in jeans and work shirt.

When they exited the store, the Sheriff met them on the sidewalk. 
He pulled Glen aside and said, "You need to replace the carpet in 
the cabin. I suggest you go over to the carpet place and get a new 
one. We had to pull the old one out."

Glen smiled as he realized what the Sheriff had done. He had used 
the time to get all of the blood out of the house. That had included 
ripping out the old carpet out. They would get home and 
everything would be in disarray, but at least it would be free of any 
reminders of what had gone on. He thought to himself that he was 
actually pretty lucky to live in a small town. 

He took the other three to the carpet store and had them help pick 
out a new carpet. He ordered it and was told that it would be 
delivered the next morning. That was actually a good thing, as 
there was much that they would have to do before they could 
install the carpet. 

They all headed home with Glen and Wanda leading the way in his 
truck. Wanda was quiet for most of the trip. About halfway there, 
she asked, "Why did you do it?"

Glen didn't need her to clarify her question. He answered, "I 
couldn't bear the thought of him ever hurting you guys again. After 
you left, that's all he was talking about. I couldn't take a chance 
that he would ever see you again."

Wanda was quiet for another five minutes and then whispered, 
"That's what Cliff said you would say. He says you love us."

"He's right."

Wanda looked out the back window of the truck at Cliff following 
behind them. She said, "Cliff doesn't know that we know, but he 
likes men too."

Glen didn't say anything for a long time. He decided that an answer 
was required and said, "That doesn't surprise me."

"Would you help him out?"

Glen was quiet for a minute as he tried to puzzle out what she had 
meant. He wasn't sure if she was asking him to talk him out of 
liking men or if she was asking him to have sex with him. Unable 
to decide, he asked, "How do you mean?"

Wanda saw that they were almost home by now and her chance to 
ask was limited. She blurted out, "Could you let him sleep with 
you sometime?"

Glen put off making a decision by giving a non-committal 
answered, "We'll have to see what happens. You never know."

Wanda looked at him out of the corner of her eye and whispered, 
"Do you hate us for asking you to do that?"

"I already said that I love you. That includes all three of you. 
However, anything that happens with Cliff is between him and I. 
Unless, that is, you join in."

Wanda sat back with a sigh of relief. At least she hadn't alienated 
Glen from Cliff. She knew that Sandra was having a similar chat 
with Cliff in the other truck. She looked at him carefully and 
asked, "Would you like that?"

"Like what?"

"For us to join in?"

Glen laughed and nodded his head as a mental image went through 
his head. He answered, "It sounds like fun, but Cliff needs to 
agree." 

They arrived at the cabin before Wanda had a chance to respond. A 
state trooper was standing by his car. Glen got out of the truck and 
went over to the state trooper. He said, "Hello. I'm Glen 
Wiseman."

The trooper looked at him for a minute and extended his hand. He 
answered, "Glen, I'm Jim James. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Glen was surprised by the greeting. He said, "Um, thanks."

Jim looked at Glen and realized the confusion. He clarified his 
introduction by saying, "The policeman that Amos killed was my 
brother in law. You saved me a lot of trouble. Since I didn't kill 
him, I won't have to explain why he died."

Glen understood the troopers feelings. Investigations of law 
enforcement personnel involved in killings tended to be very 
public and very hostile to the officer. He said, "Well, I think I'd 
sleep better at night if I hadn't been the one."

The trooper nodded his agreement. He said, "I understand how you 
feel. It just proves that you are human and not a monster. Don't 
worry. We've recommended to the prosecutor that this was an open 
and shut case of self defense against a known sociopath. The 
prosecutor agreed and the case is closed. You won't hear about this 
again."

Glen, more relieved that he could rationalize, said, "Thanks. It 
takes a major worry away from me."

The trooper opened the door to his car and said, "Well, I just 
wanted to thank you personally. I'm sure that you have some things 
to do around the cabin. I'm afraid we left it a mess."

"Thank you for staying here."

The trooper looked around and said, "You have a real nice place 
here. It is like a little piece of heaven."

The trooper got into his car and drove off. Glen watched him go. 
The Metchettes had stood back and watched the exchange. Cliff 
was bothered by the fact that Glen had set himself up to take all of 
the blame. He couldn't believe that Glen was willing to do that. Of 
course, now it looked like he was taking all of the credit, but it was 
clear that Glen wasn't happy about that.

Entering the cabin was a tense experience for everyone. The living 
room was a shambles. The furniture had been moved and the 
carpet pulled up. However, it was going to be a simple matter to 
set things right. They moved the furniture out of the living room. 
In the morning the carpet would be delivered then they would 
move the furniture back. Once things had been straightened up, 
Glen turned to the Metchettes and suggested, "It's a lovely day 
outside. Let's go by the stream for a chat. I think that we all have a 
lot to talk about and it's a shame to spend the day in the cabin."

Cliff seconded the motion by saying, "I'm all for that. Let's take 
some cokes and snacks with us. We'll turn it into a mid-afternoon 
picnic."

Wanda and Sandra shared one of their looks. Wanda moved to the 
kitchen to prepare some snacks. Sandra said, "We'll be done in a 
minute."

It was a little more than a minute later before everyone assembled 
in the living room. The twins had a sack of food and cokes. Cliff 
had filled his pockets with his normal stuff, wallet, keys, and 
pocket knife. Glen hadn't had much to do, but he surveyed the 
cabin looking for signs of damage that he might have missed. He 
picked up an old blanket for them to sit upon while on their picnic.

The four of them headed to the stream. It was a beautiful 
afternoon. The air was warm, the sun was bright, and the area by 
the stream had newly emergent grass coming up. They spread the 
blanket and set the bag of food upon it. Once everyone was settled, 
Glen said, "Listen everyone, you did everything just like we 
planned. I'm so proud of you. You weren't victims today. You took 
charge of the situation and did everything that was necessary."

Sandra answered for the twins. She said, "I'm surprised at how well 
it all went. It was just like we had talked about. I feel really bad 
now that I know that I could kill someone without thinking about 
it."

Wanda nodded her agreement. Cliff added, "I feel the same. I 
really wanted to hurt him when I stabbed him."

Glen looked at all three of the Metchettes. He understood their 
feelings. His feelings about the matter were much more intense. He 
hadn't just thought about hurting Amos, he had killed him in cold 
blood. He said, "I know exactly how you feel."

Cliff looked at Glen and said, "You were willing to take the fall for 
us in case this went to trial, weren't you?" 

"Yes," replied Glen. He added, "You didn't do anything wrong. 
You protected yourselves."

Sandra stated, "You took care of Amos so that we wouldn't have 
to. You set everything up so that you would be the last one here 
and could do what ever was necessary. You protected us from 
having any blame."

"It worked out that way. It was an accident." Glen didn't want to 
admit that the reason he wanted them to get out was so that he 
could kill Amos.

"Right." Wanda didn't believe him for a minute. They spent the 
rest of the afternoon talking about how they felt. Glen didn't say 
much, he knew that the experience had been intense for everyone 
in different ways. The twins had discovered that they had the 
capacity to kill. Cliff had learned that he didn't have to be a victim 
and could take charge of his own life just by making some plans. 
Glen, well, he didn't like to dwell on what he learned about 
himself.