Chapter Eight
Secret Revelations
I awoke to her lips on mine. After a while she lifted her head and gave me a husky smile, “Good morning darling!”
“Good morning.” I responded still hazy from the kiss and just waking up.
“How do you feel Anna?”
She groaned, “I’m suffering from acute tension over suppressed passion, but other than that I feel perfectly fine.”
She gave me a quick peck on the cheek, “I need a shower and while I’m doing that I don’t suppose you’d mind starting breakfast would you?”
She finished in a softly begging tone of voice.
I grinned, “Hungry are you?”
“Starving!” She said as she kissed me hard again for a moment.
She whispered against my lips, “In more ways than one!”
She then bounded up off the bed heading for the bathroom leaving me achingly alone on the bed. I got up then.
My clothes, in particular my shirt were all rumpled, something which normally would have bothered me, but not this morning. I went to the kitchen passing Kevin along the way playing away on his old computer.
I had breakfast made and plated up, but there was no sign of Anna yet, which is when I learned something about women and Anna in particular. There is no such thing as a quick shower. I put Kevin’s plate down on the table and called his name. Dutifully he came. I was going to wait to eat with Anna, but there was no reason why Kevin had to wait.
At least one of us would get to taste what breakfast tasted like warm. Instead of sitting down at the table to eat Kevin grabbed my hand and started to lead me to his old computer. I went along surprised by his actions. Did he want me to watch him play one of his games?
“Kevin it’s time to eat.”
He didn’t respond other than to gesture to the chair in front of the old behemoth of a computer complete with an equally massive flickering screen. Wanting to humor him I sat down. Kevin reached forward and tapped several keys in quick succession.
The game on the screen disappeared and the face of a man appeared on a backdrop of an official looking document. Kevin went to the table and began to eat his breakfast as I stared in stunned amazement at the FBI data folder in front of me.
The kid had hacked the FBI database!
The man’s name was John Lazak. He was the CEO of Raton Pharmaceutical. A company that appeared to be entirely focused on vaccination creation and the clinical trials of them.
He appeared to be squeaky clean, which was suspicious in and of itself. It was no surprise to me that the FBI had such a complete dossier of a man who appeared to be guiltless of anything more dangerous than a traffic ticket for running a red light.
American citizens and citizens of countries all around the world would be surprised to know the depth of their government’s record-keeping of both their public and private lives. Invasive was a small word for it.
Mister John Lazak before becoming CEO had cut his teeth as an exec in charge of acquisitions. That was a hard job to have and not have gotten dirty hands. There had been one incident during that time of a man, who alleged, that Raton Pharmaceutical had stolen the proprietary results of some studies he had been doing under the cover of a university’s funding grant.
He had some convincing evidence to prove his allegations, but everything seemed to have blown over after the man had succumbed to a heart attack. That was four years ago. John had only been promoted to CEO last year. I glanced over at Kevin placidly eating his breakfast. What was he trying to tell me other than the obvious?
Better yet how had he hacked this folder from the FBI database? I knew he was a genius, but given his condition how was this possible? He was only seven years old!
Throw away both of these odd occurrences from a seven-year-old and you still had the mystery of what in the world was going on with this old computer!
It was a piece of antiquated junk! A worn sticker on the monitor identified it as Windows 95 operating system. Something that old would move at a snail’s pace and wouldn’t even be compatible with most current software’s.
How had Kevin hacked the FBI database with it? Forget that, how was even getting on the internet? This relic was before Wi-Fi for sure!
I looked over at Kevin again. I had so many questions I wanted to ask, but couldn’t. He got up and came over to me and punched in a series of seemingly random keys that spelled nothing. The file folder shrunk to a thumbnail size on the screen.
An eerie feeling swept through me as red tracer lines radiated off the thumbnail file icon into other thumbnail icons that appeared all across the screen until it was full of them. I moused over a thumbnail and as I did a page came up large screen.
Maria Sarasena, age 34 died of a heart attack like symptoms, 2002. There were more just like her all over the screen, twenty seven in all. I had only gone down one branch of the tree of red lines that spread out across the monitor before me.
I was pretty sure that what was represented on the screen was at least in some part related to linchpin theory, which was basically a theory that stated that a small unlikely event could cause a greater calamity. It was often characterized as a theory of probable events based off of tidbits of facts of interlaced stories to show meaningful conclusions of the past, present, and possible future.
I started down another branch of the red outlined tree. Bank accounts. Certain numbers would highlight and then new pages would pop up. The money trails went to other banks and trusts. The money was labeled as anything under the sun, but it was blood money. When a trail culminated with a person a rap sheet popped up. All of them were killers.
The man I had killed popped up. He was a recent hire. This had been his first job and he had botched it by being impatient. All the money traced back to the acquisitions Department of Raton Pharmaceutical and was stretched out over a period of seventeen years.
John Lazak’s path to the top had been paved in blood and there was no doubt left in me that Anna had simply been the last of an already morbidly long string of uninvestigated murders. I looked at Kevin, who was watching me.
“Why?” I asked.
He pointed to some more thumbnails and I scrolled over them. One was a traffic camera, which showed the entire scene unfold of me stopping the ambulance and taking out the SUV and its occupants.
There were other videos of me from my past that I had thought gone unnoticed or long forgotten. I looked back at Kevin feeling a little shaken as to the glimpse into my own violent life. I think I got the message. I could protect his mother.
I was doing just that already. Kevin reached out a hand to me and I took it. He trusted me. I suppose that was explanation enough. He had done an unfathomable amount of deductive reasoning and fact-finding all in the course of a single night to keep his mom safe.
I had thought his potential for greatness was unusually high, little had I known that greatness was already his. I would need to protect him as much as his mother. Perhaps in his own way he had guessed as much.
The bedroom door opened and Anna stepped out smiling sheepishly in a bathrobe. Upon her appearance Kevin’s finger snaked out turning the monitor off. His mother could have no clue other than the ones I had given her as to just how advanced Kevin actually was. He seemed to like it that way and for now I was willing to go along with it, but she would need to know at some point.
“I’m sorry! That spa shower is so nice and I had to shave my legs and well I just lost track of time.”
I straightened back up and shrugged, “No big deal.”
Her gaze turned curious, “What have you two been up to? Has Kevin been showing you one of his games?”
“More of a puzzle actually. Here let me warm up your breakfast for you.”
I really tried to just focus on eating my breakfast, but that wasn’t possible. Hopelessly impossible. Anna was such a distraction! How could one focus on eating when you had her to look at, her hair damp from her shower with her smile so bright and vivacious.
She was the soul of freshness and everything wholesome and worth having in life. Would this really be my life soon? Could I really expect to meet those dancing green eyes across the table every morning from this day on? It seemed too much of a fairytale to be true. My gaze not for the first time drifted down to the tide off cord that held her bathrobe together. One little tug would be all that it took.
Ahhhh! I was driving myself crazy or better put, the allure of her was driving me crazy. One more day and she would be mine! Just one more day! I could do that. Stop thinking about it.
Yeah right, like that was possible! Anna to me was like the most coveted present that I could ever have asked for or even dreamed of and I longed to unwrap her and discover everything there was to know about her.
“Tyre, I need to get dressed and then I’ll tell you everything I know.”
I nodded my gaze falling to my half eaten plate of food.
She brushed by me and stopped only for a moment. She spoke her honey smooth words directly into my ear before she kissed it and moved on, “Only one more day darling until I’m all yours.”
I was still gripping the table’s edge hard long after I heard the door of the bedroom close. She had the power to completely unravel me. I wasn’t sure if I liked that or not.
I cleaned the kitchen up and then went to my room and changed, when I came back she was ready. We sat in opposing chairs and I struggled to maintain some sort of objectivism as I observed her. She looked a little nervous perhaps even embarrassed and I could understand why. Sharing one’s life story would be something incredibly embarrassing for me to even contemplate doing.
“Where do you want me to start?” She asked as her hands twisted together in her lap nervously moments before one darted up to brush a strand of her blonde hair away from her eyes.
It was one of those feminine gestures she did that I loved. During my barstool stalking days I had prayed for and anxiously waited for a strand of her hair to fall forward so I could see her do that little maneuver.
“Start where it all went wrong.”
She bit her lip and looked away for a moment and then back to me, “This is hard!”
I nodded not liking my role in this one bit either, but I wanted to know what possible motive there could be for someone to put a bounty on Anna’s head.
She looked down at her lap. “I’m not sure where life was ever all that good. Don’t get me wrong I’ve had good times, but the underlining thread of my life hasn’t been one I’d like to do over again. Growing up was hard, but my mother made it at least somewhat fun at times. I’m kind of like her in some ways not so much in others. She liked to have fun and she smiled a lot like me. She was a whore before she married my father.”
She stopped and looked over at me and I saw a deep-seated embarrassment and fear in her eyes, like I would think less of her because of what her mother had been.
I realized two things instantly in that moment. She hated what her mother had been and because of Kevin’s illegitimate birth she thought of herself as no better than her mother.
What does one say to that? I struggled for words because she was the furthest thing imaginable from a whore, but I stopped because I rightly surmised that she really wouldn’t listen to words so convinced was she of what she felt about herself. Maybe she didn’t want words. They did say that actions speak louder than words didn’t they?
I opened my arms and she fairly flew into them. After a moment she relaxed her grip to sink to her knees on the carpet as she laid her head across my thigh. My hand found its way into her hair and began to stroke through her hair. It just seemed the natural thing to do somehow.
“Anna?”
“Yes?”
She wouldn’t look at me so I turned her head in my lap.
“You are not a whore!”
She started to say something, but I didn’t let her. Holding one finger up for dramatic effect I said, “But you have my permission to act as sexy as you would like with me.”
A little smile touched her lips and she turned her head away as my hand continued to play with her hair. It was quiet as I waited.
“I’m not sure why he married her. I guess he thought he could save her, but you can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved.”
“Your father was a preacher?” I asked on a hunch.
“Baptist. You know how there are good Christians and bad Christians?”
“Yes.”
“Well he was the bad kind. No compassion, nothing but discipline and disapproval all the time. It was hard for my mother, but in all fairness she did cheat on him a lot. I don’t even think I’m his. I have none of his features at all or his somber nature. I do share quite a few characteristics with one of the ushers in my father’s church though. I think my father knew and he was all the more spiteful towards me, because of it I think. It got bad. My mother ran away when I was twelve. I can forgive her a lot of things, but not that! She left me alone with that pious monster. He made it his life’s mission to save me from my mother’s promiscuous blood as he would say. I wasn’t allowed to have friends or go out. I rebelled and he beat me. It was a continuing saga all through high school. Finally he told me I was unredeemable and threw me out in my senior year. I was walking along the street with nowhere to go, when Ms. Dorothy stopped. She took me in for a couple of weeks. She was an elderly widow and a member of a different Baptist church in town. Now she was a loving Christian! She lived everything my father preached about, but wasn’t himself. Those were some of the best weeks of my life that I spent with her! The authorities made me go back to my father’s house and it was better than before. I was no longer beat, because he had been put on warning by social workers. I decided I wanted to make something of myself so I enrolled in nursing school. I loved it. Life was going well and I wanted to complete the cycle of positives so I moved out of my father’s and in with Miss Dorothy. She died nine months later in her sleep and I kind of lost it for a while. I did some pretty inappropriate stuff and got kicked out of nursing school. I moved in with a boyfriend and then I got pregnant with Kevin. The boyfriend dumped me when I refused to get an abortion. I’m not a poster child for good choices by any means, but even I knew what was wrong and right. It was my mistake and not my babies’ so what gave me the right to kill someone because of what I had done. I got some fast food jobs and in short I survived. Kevin was born. He was perfect! In the midst of everything that had gone wrong he was absolutely perfect! The same friends who had pushed me to abort him now hammered at me to put him up for adoption. They said I couldn’t take care of him alone by myself. They said that the fun times I could have had would be all over if I was stuck raising him. They were crazy! They wanted me to be like my mother and leave my little baby boy, who had never done anything to anyone all alone in the world to fend for himself. I lost those friends and worked instead. It was hard, but every little impish grin Kevin gave me inspired me to do greater and I didn’t mind the sacrifice, because he was worth it!”
A small alarm bell went off in my head. Autistic children typically didn’t show any facial emotion. That was one of the early warning signs of autism.
“Kevin wasn’t born autistic?” I asked.
Anna uttered a small “No!” Accompanied by negative shake of her head.
“What happened to him?”
She began her story again, “As children the process is begun. We’re told the doctor knows what he’s doing. Just trust him and everything will be all right. He’s been trained to do his job by the best schools in the world and he has your best interests at heart. For some in the medical profession that may be true, but not all by far. Some only have their own interests at heart. In nursing school we were trained to think much the same as we were as children only there they did admit that doctors can make mistakes, but that it was the duty of the nurse to help cover up those mistakes, because the good things a doctor could achieve would far outweigh any negative side effects he might incur in the short term. I actually believed that stuff! I did everything that my nurse’s training had laid the groundwork for me to do with my own child. I took him to all his doctor appointments. I started his doctor recommended vaccination schedule at birth, because it was the established time honored thing to do in America that every child needs his shots. In fact in this country it’s almost mandatory, because vaccination shots are one of those testaments of human achievement that separate this nation from the dirt and squalor of third world nations, supposedly!”
She didn’t know it but her voice had gone up several octaves and she was hitting my knee in time with her impassioned words.
“I followed the vaccination schedule to eighteen months and did all that the doctor recommended. I even gave Kevin flu shots. I dutifully presented him and stood by as he screamed as they injected him with the poisons that were meant to keep him free from disease. Why? Because I was a good mother and I trusted that the doctor knew best!”
She slammed my need hard enough to hurt with the utterance of ‘best’, but I didn’t say anything. She was crying now and her head was no longer resting on my thigh, but instead she seemed to be staring out into space, as if she was still seeing something occur in the past.
“His eighteen month checkup.” She choked out with great effort.
“More shots to complete his schedule so he could be like all the other properly managed little boys in the country. In particular he was there for his MMR shot. Do you know what that is Tyre?” She half screamed at me and I just shook my head no, remaining quiet.
“Measles, mumps and rubella! Three vaccinations all grouped into one shot. They like to group shots together not because it’s healthy for the kids, but because it’s more convenient for the doctor only to have to give one shot. If you get the measles you get a rash and a fever for a few days. If you get mumps your face swells and you have a fever for a few days. If you get rubella you get a rash and have a fever for a few days. Not one of them is life-threatening and once you’ve had one your immune to it for the rest of your life and benefit from a stronger overall immune system. The reason why we give almost pointless vaccinations? Because in America we don’t want our children to even suffer a momentary fever even if it’s something that will prove beneficial to them in the long term! No! We’re civilized, so we vaccinate the hell out of our kids to protect them from everything!”
She stopped talking, her face alive with raw emotion.
“What happened when they gave Kevin the MMR shot?” I asked softly prompting.
She hugged herself with her arms and in a softer tone said, “Within seconds he started to swell up and then he stopped breathing. My baby stopped breathing! They started CPR and broke several of his ribs, while I watched my little boy’s body tear itself apart. They got him stabilized in the ER only to find some of his organs were shutting down. They put Kevin in a medically induced coma for three weeks! I was in hell! For three weeks I sat beside my little boy unable to hold him and feel his little arms squeeze me as he showered my face with I love you kisses. He just lay there so pale, like he was already gone from me. Then he woke up. There were no mommy mommies; no free smiles or happily expressed giggles. Nothing, but a vacant look. Everything else was gone! Just gone overnight! How had this happened? I’d done everything I’d been instructed to do as both a nurse and a mother by the doctor. I woke up to the reality then of what is really going on behind the scenes. I stopped acting like societies’ definition of a good mother and started doing my own research. I trusted no one on the sheer value of their credentials, but instead I verified everything through my own research. What I found was astonishing! These modern miracle vaccines are killing and injuring untold millions every year! Do you know what they’re made up of? The base ingredients in almost all vaccinations contain elements of animal blood, puss, human embryonic tissue from aborted babies and the list goes on and on. In short nothing that you would ever want in your body! If a nurse drops a vial of the flu vaccine and it shatters, say in a school gym, the entire building, by written protocol, is to be evacuated and quarantined until a chemical hazmat crew has cleaned the spill up and deemed it safe to reenter the building. This precaution isn’t taken because of the supposedly dead flu virus compounds in the vaccine, but instead because of the hazardous chemicals contained in the actual serum that the virus is delivered with. We’re injecting our babies with poisons that they send hazmat crews to clean up in full gear! Vaccinations have always been touted as miracle drugs. The two chief case studies for this claim are the cure for polio and smallpox vaccinations. Did you know that polio was man-made! The polio vaccine was a response to the disease that had been created by accident, but the vaccine was untested. After the turn-of-the-century some American authorities not wanting to test the vaccine on the American public without trials infected lower class Germans in Germany with polio and administered the vaccine there as a mass clinical trial. The effects were disastrous. The vaccine left many infertile, led to birth defects and auto-immune system disorders. In the 1960’s 60 minutes did a piece with the heads of one of the vaccination companies that was responsible for the clinical trials in Germany that was never aired on live TV, which showed the executives laughing about how we would never have to worry about Germans winning in the Olympics again, because of the effects of this vaccine on their population genetics. The cases of polio today in America stem from the vaccine and not the actual disease and this vaccination is supposedly supposed to be the poster child of the miracle vaccination and why everyone should take them! The tetanus shot! Everyone is told if they get a cut or an abrasion from a rusty piece of metal they have to get the tetanus shot to avoid getting tetanus ASAP. Getting tetanus from rusty metal is a myth. You can only get tetanus from an object that has been in contact with the feces of farm animals: cows, pigs, and horses. That’s it! But the tetanus shot they give you is proven to cause infertility in women, because it blocks the hormone that the female’s body has to release in order to sustain implantation of the embryo on the lining of the womb! Meningococcal meningitis is a deadly disease and because of its prevalence on college campuses some dorms mandate that you have to have the vaccine for it. If anyone ever actually read the disclaimers for a vaccination they would see that it can cause death! That vaccine in particular does kill all the time. A large percentage of those that take it suffer from a chronically poor immune system for the rest of their lives. Lives that have been shortened by the effects of the vaccine meant to extend them. The best part of it is that in no conclusive clinical trial has the vaccine ever proven that it provided any tangible benefit to not contacting meningitis. Parents who choose not to vaccinate are the subjects of prejudice by both the community and the government. Some states won’t let children attend school, if they haven’t been vaccinated. It isn’t just a problem in the industrial world. Vaccination is a worldwide threat! Supposedly charitable organizations involved in ending childhood hunger in third world nations send in medical aid workers who, among other things, give vaccinations to the children under the guise of preventing disease. The vaccinations are manipulated to render the girls infertile and the boys sterile. Entire villages in Africa and the Middle East are full of children that will never have any children of their own! It’s a silent genocide! Just last year in Pakistan tribesmen went on a rampage killing every humanitarian aid worker they could find, when they found out that their children’s basic human right to reproduce had been stolen from them. Rendering people infertile is taking place in industrialized nations to with the use of vaccinations, but they are more selective in how they do it and they just don’t use vaccinations. The preservatives in our food and the chemicals in our houses and clothes also contribute to the effort of somebody out there who wants population control globally. Think of how many couples struggle to conceive and spend thousands in the attempt to do it by artificial means. No such problem exists in the third world where vaccinations are still rare. In my opinion vaccinations have become nothing more than a method of global population control that makes money to. They have little if any benefit to humanity! You think I’m crazy? Take for instance the common flu vaccine and the pressure there is on everyone to take it. You can’t work in a hospital without one. They even give them out for free or at little charge to ensure you take it. It has been proven in multiple private testing’s that you stand a better chance of never getting the flu or getting over it easier if you’ve never had a vaccination for it as opposed to getting the flu shot. You want to hear a real conspiracy theory? The flu vaccine makes you more susceptible to contacting the flu according to private testing so the government has a major ad campaign that’s ever ongoing it seems, which advises the elderly that the regular flu vaccine won’t work the best for them and that they would be better off getting a special flu shot that is twice the potency of the regular shot! It’s no secret about what’s going on if you but look for it. Everything is readily available to anyone who will simply do their own research as I have done! Somebody or something is actively trying to kill us all worldwide!”
She finished her voice full of frustration and passion. Such passion could be dangerous.
“So armed with this information that you’ve gathered what have you been doing?” I asked already knowing in some ways what her answer would be.
“After it was clear that the MMR shot was the reason for Kevin’s fall into autism I gained support from his doctor. The doctor was sympathetic and virtually clueless as to the effects of the vaccines he administered on a daily basis. He helped me get the testing done to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that the MMR shot was the cause of blame behind Kevin’s autism. At that time I was still so uneducated about everything. I thought if I sued I could get enough money to get Kevin the treatment he needed so that he could be himself again. I was wrong on two accounts. For one there is no treatment for recovering from autism, there’s only treatment for managing the effects of it and helping those affected manage it better like with the use of gluten free food and food without pesticides and preservatives.”
She stopped and I saw bitterness wash throughout her face such as I would never have believed possible.
“What else were you wrong about?” I asked cautiously concerned over the level of apathy I saw in her eyes.
She met my gaze and said flatly, “You can’t sue the makers of vaccinations even though their private companies.”
“Why?” I asked genuinely shocked and puzzled by such an obvious oversight.
“Because in true conspiracy fashion the federal government has mandated that companies providing vaccinations of any kind are completely not liable for any damages that their products result in doing. It’s impossible to sue a vaccination company as a matter of federal law.”
“That’s crazy! Every private company’s liable for the integrity of the products and services they provide to us!” I exclaimed.
She just shook her head no, “There protected against everything. They have no oversight over them whatsoever. They could fill the syringes with IV solution and no one could say anything about it or much less know that it was even happening. In fact I wish they would do just that.”
“But they pay out huge sums of money all the time! I’ve read about it.” I said.
She nodded, “The vaccination companies have a one billion dollar plus fund that they pay out of. The payouts are entirely voluntary on their part and amount to little more than a publicity stunt to curry public favor and hush up the victim’s families.”
“Did they offer you money?”
She nodded, “107 million dollars.”
I blinked.
“Yes it’s a lot of money and if I’d taken it things would have been a lot easier, but my son doesn’t have a price tag on his head! I won’t accept anything, but justice for the wrong done to my son and I would be a poor excuse of a person if I just idly stood by and accepted the pay off, while other people’s kids fell prey to the same fate as my own son! I devoted what time I had when I wasn’t working or with Kevin to advocating against these unjust practices. I’ve spoken at seminars at private gatherings and fundraisers. I’ve formed websites listing all the resources and fact data that I and others could find. I have a string of blogs that I manage. I’ve gotten a reliable following going and combining some other interested organizations we got enough signatures for a petition to Congress. In roughly three months we’re scheduled to make an appearance on the House floor, primarily to address taking the federal protection off of the vaccination companies and install stricter oversight and accountability o