The Guardian

happened? He’d dozed off, so tired, unable to stay awake. He had kept hearing the stranger’s words in his head “….think about the things you’ve done.”
    He’d almost forgotten about the boy in the van. He wasn’t sure why he had been so violent. Charles had watched the boy for a week or so, thought he was sexually appealing but couldn’t find anything that he could use to get close to him. He was always with his buddies, some girl or seemed otherwise unapproachable. All he knew was that he wanted him and come hell or high water he would have him.
    It was a stroke of luck that the kid had decided to walk home alone this one afternoon. He knew he was taking a terrible risk with such a move, but what did it matter. The kid didn’t know him, he’d make sure he didn’t see his face and he’d never see the kid again anyway.
    As he waited for the boy, his heart was racing; he was so excited he couldn’t contain himself.
    Once he’d grabbed the boy and closed the door to the van, the rest was nothing at all. He had over powered him very easily and did what he needed to do. Ripping the boy’s pants down, he viscously and violently raped the boy from behind.
    After he was done, the boy lay unconscious, and at first he thought he had killed him. Making sure he was still breathing, pulled his pants up and he bound him so he couldn’t move and blindfolded him. There was blood but it wasn’t his so he didn’t care. He pulled his own pants up, checked to see that no one was watching and climbed into the front and drove off.
    He drove to a safe area, opened the side door, hauled the boy out, tossed him on the ground, and left him. As he drove off he thought, what the hell, he’ll get over it.
    Once he had disposed of his blood stained clothes, he had cleaned out and dumped the van. He sold it to some Mexicans. They were probably illegal immigrants that would take it down to Mexico. Never to be seen again. Nevada had one of the highest auto theft rates in the nation. Because of that, they had the strictest license and registration laws. The Mexicans would buy anything we wanted to get rid of. Hell, with all the shyster car lots in this town, that’s how they got rid of all the ones that they couldn’t unload on anyone for what ever the reason. Be it a rolled back odometer, fake or questionable title, what ever. The Mexicans would take it. They wouldn’t pay you shit for it, but it would damn sure disappear. They kept few if any records so there was likely no paper trail. Charles thought it was total irony that Nevada would spend more money, pay more attention to and worry more about how they were loosing money than they did about anything else. They didn’t care about the kids that were there. That is why he loved it in Vegas. It made things easy for him. He was tired of that old van. Anyway, he didn’t need that thing around. The kid may spot it and recognize it and that would only lead to more trouble for him. Yes, that was the thing to do. Just dump the van and move on.

Chapter 15
    The Guardian had made his way back to his bike. He kept a large van, just for such purposes. The motor was a large 454 with more power than a Mack truck. The suspension had been reinforced with a heavy duty suspension and tow package. The plates weren’t traceable as they were a weld job he’d done from two separate plates he had acquired.
    He drove the two hundred miles back into Vegas and found the bike just where he had left it. It sat, undisturbed just the way it was when had had parked it. He had made sure that he had gotten rid of his black clothing and put on something less conspicuous before he had left.
    After quickly looking around the area, opening the two back doors, pulling the ramp out from inside, he walked over to the bike. The bike kicked to life, he climbed on pulled it up into the van. He tied it down good and secure. He checked to make sure no one saw him and drove away.
    As he rode away thoughts of what he was doing and the things he was about to do flooded his mind. He didn’t like what he had to do. Something had to be done. Things just could not go on the way they were.
    He knew that he couldn’t get all of them. That was just an impossible task. His focus would be on the ones that were continually getting away, always escaping the hands of justice. Those were the ones he would go after. If the laws couldn’t catch them, he would see that they got their just rewards in his own way.
    There were