The Guardian

I’ve done nothing wrong.”
    “Oh really? Let’s just see.” The man got up, walked over to Charles, and hit a few keys with his gloved hands and the monitor lit up.
    “Give me your password.”
    “Fuck you, I’m not doing that.”
    He responded with a sharp pain to the side of his head. “Ughhh!”
    “The password, I won’t ask again.”
    Charles gave him the username and password and the man opened the homepage of the computer.
    The man took the pointer up to the little green icon that symbolized “history” and clicked once. A drop down window opened on the left side of the screen, giving a list of all the sites visited for the past week. It even listed them by day if he chose to pick one.
    “Let’s see where you’ve been Charles.” The man said as he started at the top.
    The first one, which was one of many, pulled up a web mail site, some other search items, Amazon, Google search and then there it was. One of many sites listed with connections of kiddy porn. He opened one of them. On the site was an area for a log in access user code.
    “Give me your code.” The man said.
    “I don’t have one; I don’t know how that got on there.”
    Again, there was another sharp pain to his head. “Aghhh, shit! Do you have to keep doing that?”
    The man grabbed a handful of hair at the back of his head and yanked back as hard as he could so the man was looking up and straight into his eyes, his neck straining painfully back until it would go no further. “Obviously, yes. You want to keep lying to me? You think I don’t know what you are or what you’re about. NOW GIVE ME THE FUCKING CODE!” He whispered through clenched teeth shoving his head forward.
    Charles was almost in tears now; his breathing had turned into a gasping for air. He gave him the code. The man typed it in and what flashed in front of him on the screen almost made him vomit right there on Charles’ lap.
    “This, this is what you do you sick, disgusting piece of shit. This and worse is what you do to them.” He spun him in the chair so that he was facing him. Charles could see the hate and loathing in the eyes that were staring down at him.
    “Well, Charles, I am here to see to it that you never do this again. You will never lever your sickness on anymore defenseless little boys.”
    “It’s not that bad, really, it’s just that they are in need of the love and tenderness…..” There was another sharp blow to his head. “Aghhh”
    “Shut up, you disgust me.”
    The Guardian picked up the phone. He hit speakerphone and dialed a number. He then put the receiver up to Charles. “You’re going to call in sick, you’re going to tell them that you have had an emergency and will be out of town for a few days. It had better be convincing.”
    Charles looked up into those cold eyes and knew that he was serious. He could feel the warm, sticky blood trailing down the side of his face.
    A ladies voice came on, “You’ve reached the Southern Nevada Health Care System. If this is an emergency….” The voice went on to explain which options and buttons to push. Once he got the connection he wanted, nervously Charles left his message.
    “Um, yes, this is Charles Radcliff, I’ve had an emergency come up and um, and I’ll be out of town for a few days.” The Guardian hit the receiver button.
    “That’s good enough.”
    And with that, he hit him again, just for the pleasure of it. He pulled a small needle and vile from his pocket. He inserted the needle into the rubber cap of the vile, drew some of the clear liquid into the needle to just the right level, and withdrew it. Charles looked at him through wide eyes, “What are you doing?”
    Flicking the needle a few times with his finger, squeezing the plunger just enough to expunge any air bubbles. He didn’t want him dead. He wanted him alive so that he could remember and reflect for years to come. Pulling back the sleeve of his left arm, he found a vein and injected the fluid. There, that would keep him quiet. He had things to do and he didn’t need ole Charles here interfering.
    He only had about an hour or so and he wanted to get this done as quickly as possible. Methodically he went through the house. He knew that Charles had to have something other than what was on his computer for hard evidence. He checked for any safes, wall or floor type, hidden panels, any place that secrets are found. Once done, they would discover who he was. That’s when the investigation would