Retold by Door Warden Indra of the Five Horsemen on 27 Dec 2013
Regarding
incident of human trafficking in Cuervo, NM in 2008
Comments
and transcript by LoreKeeper Casstiel
Indra: “Little did we know, though,
the hotel creep had decided to tip off the Sheriff when we left. So after we
talked to you, on our way to this trailer, the Sheriff finds and stops us,
trying to convince us to come with him. He probably sees us three girls as
targets. Of course we refuse, but then he draws his gun! Without much of a
choice, I drew mine. My friends were in shock, I think. Wow, me in a stand-off
with the law. We really didn’t have a lot of time to think our actions
through.” I shake my head, almost disbelieving the events we’d found ourselves
in. “We both tried to talk each other down, with the tension escalating, but I
knew it wouldn’t end well if I let up. We could end up like Christie…and he
seemed very willing to back up his threats. I knew he was probably going to
shoot me, so…I shot first.”
I start poking at a pillow on
the couch, not looking at anything or anyone in particular as I continue
telling the story. “Luckily that was all it took to drop him. He wasn’t dead!
But we were able to tie him up somewhere and tried to get some more information
out of him. He still wasn’t being cooperative…I…remember punching him. In the
side where I shot him. I think he cooperated after that…” I look down at my
hand before shoving it back into my kimono sleeve.
“We continued on to the
trailer where we found one of the ex-cons. One of my two friends attempted to
trick him by seducing him,” I almost laugh, “I don’t know why we didn’t use the
gun. But we got him tied up and out of the picture. Took his gun and the
Sheriff’s, too. I think at this point we
were worried that reinforcements might show up from the local police. Since we
didn’t think we could trust them, we used one of those disposable phones to
call them up and create a false alarm, send them on a wild goose chase
somewhere distant. It seemed to work, anyway – we saw cop cars streaming away
on the road.
Casstiel: I
listen to Indra’s harrowing adventure and my eyebrows raise higher and higher
as she talks about how her, her friend Allison, and Lacey managed to subdue and
interrogate all their horrible rapists.
I can tell her that she is reliving the feelings of helplessness. The helplessness you could only understand if
you were a woman, alone, heading to your car in a dark empty parking lot. But the three girls had rallied wonderfully
and turned that fear into righteous action to save their acquaintance.
I
smile. “I can’t believe you fricken
punched that guy. And seduction? Who did you think you guys were Charlie’s
Angels. Because I am now Charlie and I am no Bossley either.”
Indra: “From the information we’d
gathered, Christie could be at one of three possible places – some place called
the gulag, D’Angelo’s house, or a farmhouse. We struck off to the ‘gulag’ –
really creepy underground shelter of some sort. Had to break through the
padlocks – and they had uncontrollable guard dogs – the only thing we could do
was shoot them. We saw the rooms where they held people prisoner…the conditions
they kept them in, in the dark…Last messages scrawled on the walls in the hope
that someone would help them... Christie wasn’t there, though…but something
else was. We saw it out of the corner of our eyes while we were exploring. It
had to have been a trick of the dim light from the hanging bulbs. Half glimpses
of a twisted form; rapid, disjointed movements at the end of a hall. The
occasional rasping sound – just confused for the constant drip of water, right?
But no…Apparently, D’Angelo had kept his first victim here, years ago…and she
was still here. She’d driven those dogs mad, who knows what sort of influence
she was having on D’Angelo? We found the cell she’d been kept in. Her body was
shriveled and dried up in the corner. Some sort of weird ritual around it. The
place was oppressive, and hard to breathe. It just felt bad, like a weight or a
presence just behind your head. And the seething anger. I dunno,” I look around
at the other Mages, not quite making eye contact, “it may seem sort of mundane
now, but the first time you hear a nasty voice hiss out at you from thin air –
actual, intelligible words out of nothing – I nearly jumped out of my skin.
Casstiel: When
Casstiel hears of the manifest Laura twitching he shivers visibly. “Fuck I hate it when they do that.”
Indra: “This whole operation was
just sick and twisted, and now here’s the ghost of the first poor girl that the
D’Angelo kidnapped, abused for weeks, and killed. And he’d set up this whole
thing so that he could keep doing it. But the messed up part? What was her
name, the ghost? Laura? Laura was obsessed with D’Angelo, equal parts hate and
need. And she hated everything. But it was like she was tied so closely to him
that she couldn’t live without him.
Casstiel: When
Casstiel hears about the Ghost of Laura sticking to D’Angelo like glue he
strokes his chin. “I have thought a lot
about that and tried to piece together
what was going on with this ghost you ran affront of. Stockholm syndrome after death, man that is
messed up. She needed him, even pushed
him into more and more heinous ritual torture, rape, and murder of women,
selling the lessers off on the human trafficking market. She protected him and was pushing him hard,
he was ridden only by a Ghost. And it
sounds like she also hated him and wanted him to pay for his crimes. So he was the dark one the others avoided and
she was no doubt push him into masochistic and sadistic behavior… she was
nothing but her helplessness and rage.”
Indra: “Laura was extremely hostile
toward us - we weren’t exactly hiding the fact that we wanted to stop D’Angelo.
Worried about what sort of power she could have over him, we destroyed her
body, which she didn’t like at all – it didn’t destroy HER though – she
vanished, off to D’Angelo, we guessed. With no luck finding Christie here, we
left in a hurry too, picked between the farmhouse and D’Angelo’s house, and
ended up at the farmhouse.
“The place felt barren and
dead. We didn’t know where D’Angelo was – we decided to sneak into the basement
storm cellar, and we found Christie! And
then D’Angelo found us – waiting for us, with Laura. He attacked with crazed dogs, and Laura
controlling things. She was riding him,
I know now… The fear, the horror of that
place, D’Angelo’s ruthlessness…made it easy to shoot. But it wasn’t an easy fight. Laura was somehow shielding him. And it was hard to control our own actions –
I mean, weren’t hindered; we WANTED to stop him, but it felt almost out of our
control, frantic, like we were being DRIVEN to kill. I think Laura was pushing EVERYONE. The whole Stockholm syndrome thing – she was
forcing him to torture women, not that he wouldn’t have done it anyway; hated
him at the same time. Torn between
protecting him and destroying him, driven to do both.
“He fought like a madman,
finally started to go down, but he just wasn’t letting up. He was kneeling, trying to get up – Allison –
one of my friends – she was the closest.
She raised her gun to shoot…Laura reached out and placed the barrel to
D’Angelo’s head. Allison…she pulled the
trigger. The blood and… It was so
loud.” I cross my arms tightly.
“It was over in an
instant. We were suddenly drained. Dead dogs, blood, D’Angelo’s corpse… Laura
was destroyed. His body was an anchor,
I’d guess – a second one. Christie was
ok, thankfully. She’d been tied up, but
unhurt. Sometime later, when the sun was
beginning to come up, the feds that Cas had called finally showed up and took
care of the Sheriff and that ex-con we’d tied up. After we left that place, I
put the events out of my mind and didn’t want to think about it.”
Casstiel: I
listen to the end of the battle as Laura and D’Angelo are destroyed. “Yeah I agree, she was pushing both sides of
that fight. Strong ghosts always go for
that Compelling shit. I remember when me
and the boys were in the mine outside of Krem and Loudon got pushed hard by the
ghost of the town’s sheriff to attack us.
Five man grapple submission. That was the start of the Horsemen!” I laugh out loud. “But I can tell that story after this, sounds
like it could be an homage to our fallen”
“Yeah
as soon as I got off the phone I jumped in my car and started driving. That shitty red Chevy already had 200,000
miles on it and after that trip my breaks were shot. Man that was a long drive and the whole time
I am scared to death. When I got their
the cops were FINALLY ready to do something and I led them to Cuevo to look for
you all. I made friends with caffeine on
the drive from Grand Forks…”
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