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Predator Prey - 6. Broken

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A medium sized state university wasn't necessarily the worst place to be homeless in, but it still sucked. Everyone knew about the problem of being "sexiled;" that is, being temporarily without quarters while one's roommate gets laid or does the laying.

But this was different. He was afraid. He was furiously angry – with his traitor roommate, with Ted, with all the people who had used him – and with himself, too. He experienced harsh self-recrimination for his own stupidity, acid self-castigation for his own blindness. But this led to deeper, darker moments of reflection, of self-loathing. Something inside of him was broken. His reactions ranged all over an unfamiliar emotional map.

Perhaps his injury was to his confidence, his easy defiance of the world. Possibly his conscience, long neglected and inflamed and sore, was the culprit. Or maybe it was just fear. For the first time in years, he was scared. Terrified of what would happen when – if - he let himself back into the suite. Frightened of who would be there, and the past that waited for him.

He crashed in the 24/7 study section of the main library for about four days, and used his student ID to get meals through the dining service. He constantly looked about him, searching for Ted or the redhead. He thought he might have spotted Ted in the Library Reference section, peering around. He didn't stay to watch. Around campus, he stayed in public places wherever he could. Any time he thought he might return to the suite, he somehow managed to talk himself out of it. He actually shook at trying to make the decision. In the end he just could not bring himself to return.

He had no place to go.

He reflected bitterly that even after four years at the University, there was nobody he could trust to take him in for a few days. He had plenty of business acquaintances, but he didn't feel close enough to anyone that he could let it all go.

That same ID allowed him to shower at the main gym on campus. He actually attended his classes – out of anxiety, boredom, or a need for something that looked like normality and safety – or all of the above. He could tell the video from the party was out there – he'd gotten some very unusual glances from a few people on campus.

One of his contacts, someone who lived in the dorm, stopped him in the quad one day.

"You know your roommate's looking for you, right?" the guy had said, squinting into the December sunshine.

"No. Where'd you see him?" No need to go over what had happened. Just learn what places to avoid.

"Said he had something you were looking for. Maybe you might need it."

What the hell could that mean? That Ted and redhead had his phone or credit cards? What would they make him do to get them back? And even if they were going to do that, how could he make sure they'd keep their end of the bargain? No, too dangerous. Way too dangerous. But he hadn't been listening, and the guy was saying something else.

"…oh, and Campus Security was on the floor, looking for you, too. Woke me up at noon to ask."

He almost expected that. The suite had been a disaster area. It probably smelled like dead bodies.

But hell, that meant that someone would probably get the bright idea to start tracking his ID card and where it got used. He didn't know what Security would want, but it couldn't be good.

And then the security guards at the library started getting suspicious of him. It didn't do to be a regular sleeper in the late night portion of the library. He'd been told not to come back last night when he crashed on chair in the study center. They put up with students who came to work – it was not a homeless shelter, he was pointedly told.

Later in the week, he made a trip to the campus health center. He had no idea if the blood tests would show anything, or if it was too soon for that. Really, he was just too numb to care.

He'd spent some of his time assessing the damage to his credit and bank accounts – not surprisingly, he'd been cleaned out, pretty much. Almost mechanically, he closed his bank accounts, cancelled his missing credit cards, reported his phone as stolen – his business wiped out in the space of forty eight hours.

Funny, how he'd thought about trying to follow the lessons from his Business courses – grow the enterprise by plowing profits back in. He'd been looking at off-campus property where he could host bigger gatherings. He'd had a big old house in the downtown area all scoped out – even had a big fenced yard, so parties could be discreet, and not attract the unwanted attention of the local police. That was all done, now.

He still had his car, his computer and the clothes on his back.

He doubted that the library people would actually make him leave the building – fall semester finals were coming up, and they weren’t going to throw out students getting ready for exams. But he'd have to put up a show of actually studying.

Maybe he'd wait until winter break started; it wasn't very far away now. Everyone would go home, and he'd just slip into the residence and get re-established. Ted would have gotten bored with his roommate, moved on. His roommate would go home to Long Island for Christmas. Surely, nobody would care if he was there, laying low and minding his own business.

So the days passed. To keep library security off his back, he parked his car in a distant lot and slept there. The seats were less comfortable than the library couches, and the car was colder – but nobody disturbed him.

He worried about money.

He didn't have any to speak of. Of course, it had been like that before. When the shit had hit the fan at the end of high school, and he'd been forced out to his parents, they didn't take it very well. How could he have deceived them so? How could he tarnish the image of perfect son they'd built for him? There hadn't been violence or anything like that. But an already distant relationship became impossibly frosty, and they made it clear that once high school was over, there would be no further financial support. He was expected to move out and find employment. They were done with him.

Angry and bitter, he'd left his stony-faced parents behind, and gotten work – a whole year of working shit jobs, often two or three at a time, taking out his fury and resentment on earning enough money to be independent. He spent much of this time in a quietly controlled rage.

He sublet a room in a rental house from a couple of college guys. They were straight, but they were cool with his being gay. He watched and learned. He observed how they acquired pills and better kinds of weed. They weren't in business, but they passed stuff on to their friends.

He picked up on how to throw a party from them, too. His parents had never, never allowed their golden boy to do anything like that. He noticed how people got more revved up and less inhibited under the influence. He'd gotten laid that year, a number of times. He even managed to screw one of his straight housemates when the guy was high enough to throw darts at a satellite.

It was during this time that he first discovered how sex could make somebody crumble.

Some high school kid had wandered into a party – a pretty tame affair by his own later standards – and they'd bumped into each other in the kitchen. The kid was cute, maybe a couple of years younger. Who knows how he got to be there. They'd talked, while the kid smoked and drank. He was nervous being at a house party. They retreated to his upstairs room, where the kid got giggly and tickly. One thing led to another.

One of those other things the boy discovered was the joy of having a cock in one's ass.

The next day, the kid fled the house, undone by the enormity of staying out the whole night and of getting wasted at a forbidden party. And of getting fucked by another guy.

That should have been the end of it, at least as far as the kid was concerned. But the lure of getting high brought the boy back another Saturday night, this time with a friend. He discovered them down in the basement area, drunk, swaying and kissing. The phone snapshot was taken in an instant.

Of course they wanted the photo. They got it, for a price. He plied them with Jim Beam and took them upstairs to his room, where they splayed out, side by side, toasted and barely able to move. He had them both that night. He offered them to a couple of almost equally wasted partygoers.

He discovered how easy it was to get them under his thumb – cover for them with their parents, play on their shame. The weed didn't hurt either.

They paid him not to tell.

His conscience wrestled with him for a while, but the desire to put his parents in their place outweighed and overpowered it.

By the time he entered the state university on a small scholarship, he had some capital, a business model and a plan. He was going to be wealthy enough by the time he graduated to flip off his parents forever, and live life as a proud gay man, whatever the hell that meant.

Only, now it had turned out differently.

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Authorities love to harass people they think are homeless. If you look homeless, you get chased away for things others routinely get away with.

 

I didn't dress like I was homeless and no one ever bothered me. I once sat in the GA/CalFresh (SNAP/food stamps) office all day using my computer. The sheriffs who guard the building never seemed to notice me and no one reported me for being there all day. I spent the whole day at a Burger King talking to a woman I had just met – okay, the manager probably thought I was straight and trying to start a relationship with her, but he was definitely aware we were there the whole day!

 

My friends would get woken up by police if they took a nap at the park. The Berkeley Library main branch tried to restrict the size of the items people took in with them. They had a box just like TSA uses and if it didn't fit, you couldn't bring it in. No one ever asked me to put my stuff in their box to check the size. My friends joked that everyone thought I was a college professor…

 

Several cities in wealthy Marin County are prohibiting motorhomes and campers from parking overnight on their streets. They claim they want to find a more humane way of dealing with them, but really, they'd much rather have all the campers leave their cities and county.

 

San Francisco has been struggling with how to deal with people living in tents and boxes on sidewalks. They've chased them from one neighborhood to another and some want to ban them altogether. SF has started an innovative program to move homeless people into permanent housing, but it's not large enough to solve the existing problem. And there will always be a steady stream of new homeless coming to the Bay Area from less hospitable places.

 

Salt Lake City has an interesting program that puts people in housing first, then works on solving the issues that put them on the streets. Most programs work the other way around and the majority of those in need can't manage to get clean and sober on the streets so they can get in.

 

Being homeless is depressing. Many people turn to chemical methods to escape. It's much easier to fall further into the hole than it is to escape homelessness. Most people need lots of help and many chances.

 

I'm sorry about the rant on homelessness. It's an issue that's very close to my heart.

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Our anti-hero wants to 'live life as a proud gay man, whatever the hell that meant'... He knows the phrase but has no concept of what being proud and gay should mean. To my mind, it means the complete antithesis of his behaviour.

 


We get his back story but it doesn't really change my view of him - yes, he's effectively homeless and pretty much without money but my response is that he's brought much of it upon himself. Not that I approve in anyway of what's been done to him, but still ...

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Thanks for this chapter, Parker.

 

Some may see it as you trying to 'humanize' the 'hero' of the story, but not me.

 

Like Michael Corleone, as he considered it 'only business' to order the murder of his brother Fredo, the backstory does not exonerate the hero.

 

There is always a reason for people to act the way they do, but they do always have choices. Nice try friend, but I think I know you better than that! :)

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On 11/03/2016 09:34 PM, droughtquake said:

Authorities love to harass people they think are homeless. If you look homeless, you get chased away for things others routinely get away with.

 

I didn't dress like I was homeless and no one ever bothered me. I once sat in the GA/CalFresh (SNAP/food stamps) office all day using my computer. The sheriffs who guard the building never seemed to notice me and no one reported me for being there all day. I spent the whole day at a Burger King talking to a woman I had just met – okay, the manager probably thought I was straight and trying to start a relationship with her, but he was definitely aware we were there the whole day!

 

My friends would get woken up by police if they took a nap at the park. The Berkeley Library main branch tried to restrict the size of the items people took in with them. They had a box just like TSA uses and if it didn't fit, you couldn't bring it in. No one ever asked me to put my stuff in their box to check the size. My friends joked that everyone thought I was a college professor…

 

Several cities in wealthy Marin County are prohibiting motorhomes and campers from parking overnight on their streets. They claim they want to find a more humane way of dealing with them, but really, they'd much rather have all the campers leave their cities and county.

 

San Francisco has been struggling with how to deal with people living in tents and boxes on sidewalks. They've chased them from one neighborhood to another and some want to ban them altogether. SF has started an innovative program to move homeless people into permanent housing, but it's not large enough to solve the existing problem. And there will always be a steady stream of new homeless coming to the Bay Area from less hospitable places.

 

Salt Lake City has an interesting program that puts people in housing first, then works on solving the issues that put them on the streets. Most programs work the other way around and the majority of those in need can't manage to get clean and sober on the streets so they can get in.

 

Being homeless is depressing. Many people turn to chemical methods to escape. It's much easier to fall further into the hole than it is to escape homelessness. Most people need lots of help and many chances.

 

I'm sorry about the rant on homelessness. It's an issue that's very close to my heart.

Thank you for your rant and experiences. Your experiences are the lens through which you see and react to the world. Why shouldn't you tell us about them?

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On 11/04/2016 12:20 AM, northie said:

Our anti-hero wants to 'live life as a proud gay man, whatever the hell that meant'... He knows the phrase but has no concept of what being proud and gay should mean. To my mind, it means the complete antithesis of his behaviour.

 

 

We get his back story but it doesn't really change my view of him - yes, he's effectively homeless and pretty much without money but my response is that he's brought much of it upon himself. Not that I approve in anyway of what's been done to him, but still ...

No, he knows he is no hero. He knows - now - his approach to getting back at his parents was wrong. He has done very badly, and his current situation is much of his so own making. Our predator is coming to recognize this, but he is still largely at a loss of what to do. Many thanks for continuing to read and comment on this story!

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On 11/04/2016 02:01 AM, skinnydragon said:

Thanks for this chapter, Parker.

 

Some may see it as you trying to 'humanize' the 'hero' of the story, but not me.

 

Like Michael Corleone, as he considered it 'only business' to order the murder of his brother Fredo, the backstory does not exonerate the hero.

 

There is always a reason for people to act the way they do, but they do always have choices. Nice try friend, but I think I know you better than that! :)

This backstory hardly exonerates our predator. It may tell us why he may have chosen as he did, but his choices were the wrong ones. And then he made one that went terribly, terribly wrong. I hope this chapter was informative, but it could not have been much more than that. Thank you for making that plain...and for reading, of course!

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The narrator allowed a little rejection to turn him into someone beyond reprehensible. Did he have no feeling for that first young boy? Was there never any emotion tied with sharing a sexual experience? Even the one guy he sort of cared about who got away completely broken... he had plans to snare again. I feel no compassion for him, not yet anyway. Instead of trying to survive, he needs to think about making amends, and I know this is a process, but hearing how he had plans to expand his 'business' makes me ill. He can't blame his parents for this... yes, they contributed to his skewed view, but this is all on him. It's good that he is examining his past actions, but he needs to completely reinvent himself, and for the right reasons. It's a decent start, Parker, and a well written chapter. Rome wasn't built in a day, and I look forward to your plans for construction... following this deconstruction... cheers, buddy... Gary....

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Ted and our Predator are both sick fks. They both need locking up. I'm fairly sure there are laws against the stuff they've both done. I realize that getting the law involved is nothing either of them want.
Our hero (very loosely) needs a good hard look at himself. There maybe some shred of humanity in there but it's not looking good.
Good chapter Parker..

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On 11/04/2016 06:02 AM, Headstall said:

The narrator allowed a little rejection to turn him into someone beyond reprehensible. Did he have no feeling for that first young boy? Was there never any emotion tied with sharing a sexual experience? Even the one guy he sort of cared about who got away completely broken... he had plans to snare again. I feel no compassion for him, not yet anyway. Instead of trying to survive, he needs to think about making amends, and I know this is a process, but hearing how he had plans to expand his 'business' makes me ill. He can't blame his parents for this... yes, they contributed to his skewed view, but this is all on him. It's good that he is examining his past actions, but he needs to completely reinvent himself, and for the right reasons. It's a decent start, Parker, and a well written chapter. Rome wasn't built in a day, and I look forward to your plans for construction... following this deconstruction... cheers, buddy... Gary....

Thanks, Gary. No. Rome was not built in a day, or even in a year or two. Survival is the first instinct, but then what? Our main character gains no kudos for his business instincts, sharp as they might be. He may not see his reversals as good things, but perhaps you have hit upon something he did not see until now - that he needs to reinvent himself as something better. Thanks for your comments, as they cut to the heart of things in this story. And thanks for reading so far into the tale.

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On 11/04/2016 07:26 AM, Mikiesboy said:

Ted and our Predator are both sick fks. They both need locking up. I'm fairly sure there are laws against the stuff they've both done. I realize that getting the law involved is nothing either of them want.

Our hero (very loosely) needs a good hard look at himself. There maybe some shred of humanity in there but it's not looking good.

Good chapter Parker..

Unquestionably, Ted and our Predator have broken a bunch of laws. Neither would want to encounter the police; would either one like to encounter his conscience, too? Would either one recognize it? Whichever one does will claim that shred of humanity you speak of so eloquently. Thanks for your patience and for your response. Thanks also for reading this story!

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This isn't the type of subject matter that I typically read, but I've found myself addicted to this story. I find the actions of both lead characters to be horrendous but yet in a way I find myself feeling somewhat bad for the way things are turning out. This story has caused so many conflicting feelings in me but I'm definitely enjoying it. Great story!!

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On 11/04/2016 08:56 AM, Okiegrad said:

This isn't the type of subject matter that I typically read, but I've found myself addicted to this story. I find the actions of both lead characters to be horrendous but yet in a way I find myself feeling somewhat bad for the way things are turning out. This story has caused so many conflicting feelings in me but I'm definitely enjoying it. Great story!!

In a way, I am glad that you have conflict - I do, too. How far does one have to go before one becomes irredeemable? I know it is hard to read, and it was hard to write, too. Thank you for your response, and for reading.

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I have been searching for the guy, the author that wrote A-Z in this story and then it struck me that I HATED A-Z when it first started. So much pain, degradation and dehumanization. I was delightfully surprised and thankful with how things turned out...

 

I started to think, and came up with a formula for your stories, given that this is only the second of your stories I've gotten into... You start with the main character being broken, then to escape, then an interlude of self-discovery, recovery and remaking and end with salvation.

 

I sincerely hope that this story follows that formula! ;)

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There are things that we do even when we don't want to, in order to get by. Things that are beneath us. The predator could have had a solid formula for his pot business and kept it at that. Illegal, yes but... However, what he chose to do instead was deliberate, and criminal. I'm trying so hard not to judge him but I'm also not going to buy into his reasoning that this was getting back at his parents.
So, he has to start from the bottom again. The odds against him worse this time. I happen to believe that good people at their heart, would not profit from putting someone at a disadvantage the way he did. I would find it hard to trust that person could change. So, I'm curious to see what he does next, how and if his actions change for the better going forward..

 

Im looking forward to the next Parker..

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Like your readers, I think the predator's 'getting back at his parents' is such a lame excuse for what he's doing. How the hell does he think by breaking young kids, he's getting back at his folks for kicking him out? True, his folks are horrible people, but...the onus is on him--it's HIS fault these kids were broken and HIS fault he tried to set up Ted, and if not for Ted, he'd sure to be breaking some other guys.

 

Of course Ted is a horrible person also. I actually thought Ted might have been a little older since they met at a bar. I didn't even think he could be a college student also.

 

I'm glad I had a glimpse of the predator's backstory, but I don't feel any pity for him. He brought this whole thing on himself by being such a horrible person. IMO, I don't even know if he could do anything that would redeem himself in my eyes.

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On 11/04/2016 09:57 AM, Nahrung said:

I have been searching for the guy, the author that wrote A-Z in this story and then it struck me that I HATED A-Z when it first started. So much pain, degradation and dehumanization. I was delightfully surprised and thankful with how things turned out...

 

I started to think, and came up with a formula for your stories, given that this is only the second of your stories I've gotten into... You start with the main character being broken, then to escape, then an interlude of self-discovery, recovery and remaking and end with salvation.

 

I sincerely hope that this story follows that formula! ;)

Now, I cannot speak for what will happen. I can only say that that I have been trying to explore redemption. But you are right in that both stories are very rough in the early going. Many thanks for your perceptive remarks!

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On 11/04/2016 11:42 AM, Defiance19 said:

There are things that we do even when we don't want to, in order to get by. Things that are beneath us. The predator could have had a solid formula for his pot business and kept it at that. Illegal, yes but... However, what he chose to do instead was deliberate, and criminal. I'm trying so hard not to judge him but I'm also not going to buy into his reasoning that this was getting back at his parents.

So, he has to start from the bottom again. The odds against him worse this time. I happen to believe that good people at their heart, would not profit from putting someone at a disadvantage the way he did. I would find it hard to trust that person could change. So, I'm curious to see what he does next, how and if his actions change for the better going forward..

 

Im looking forward to the next Parker..

Def, I really appreciate this review. Predator was so dreadful, I found it hard to even continue writing. He has been destroyed, but you are so right that his specious reasoning of blaming his parents cannot stand. It is what he does next that matters. Glad you are looking forward to another chapter!

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On 11/04/2016 12:15 PM, Lisa said:

Like your readers, I think the predator's 'getting back at his parents' is such a lame excuse for what he's doing. How the hell does he think by breaking young kids, he's getting back at his folks for kicking him out? True, his folks are horrible people, but...the onus is on him--it's HIS fault these kids were broken and HIS fault he tried to set up Ted, and if not for Ted, he'd sure to be breaking some other guys.

 

Of course Ted is a horrible person also. I actually thought Ted might have been a little older since they met at a bar. I didn't even think he could be a college student also.

 

I'm glad I had a glimpse of the predator's backstory, but I don't feel any pity for him. He brought this whole thing on himself by being such a horrible person. IMO, I don't even know if he could do anything that would redeem himself in my eyes.

Yup, you have it right. The predator is in his predicament precisely because it is his fault, his choices. He tried to set up Ted and got the tables turned on him. If he'd changed, that wouldn't have happened. As Def suggested, I think it is what he chooses to do next that matters. Thanks so much for reading this story, and for your excellent comments. I appreciate your words very much.

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All caught up!

 

When I first read this months ago it made me uncomfortable. I remember squirming, wondering why the hell I’d agreed to look it over. It wasn’t the type of story I enjoyed―life’s hard enough, I don’t need to read about it and prefer to escape. But I had a job and ploughed on.

 

And I was rewarded with a well-written, interesting tale delving into darkness. The simple, terse prose, the vivid descriptions, and the insightful commentary on the party-boy lifestyle drew me in and wouldn’t let me go. I’ve been around parties similar―never as extreme―as the one you describe. I’ve seen people trade sex for drugs, and I’ve always backed off, fearing the potential ramifications of getting caught up in that merry-go-round.

 

The MC’s crushing fall is heart wrenching, but it’s hard to work up much sympathy for him. You make us want to root for his downfall at first, and then you leave us wanting to see redemption. Thanks for sharing such a great story, Parker.

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On 11/05/2016 03:08 AM, Carlos Hazday said:

All caught up!

 

When I first read this months ago it made me uncomfortable. I remember squirming, wondering why the hell I’d agreed to look it over. It wasn’t the type of story I enjoyed―life’s hard enough, I don’t need to read about it and prefer to escape. But I had a job and ploughed on.

 

And I was rewarded with a well-written, interesting tale delving into darkness. The simple, terse prose, the vivid descriptions, and the insightful commentary on the party-boy lifestyle drew me in and wouldn’t let me go. I’ve been around parties similar―never as extreme―as the one you describe. I’ve seen people trade sex for drugs, and I’ve always backed off, fearing the potential ramifications of getting caught up in that merry-go-round.

 

The MC’s crushing fall is heart wrenching, but it’s hard to work up much sympathy for him. You make us want to root for his downfall at first, and then you leave us wanting to see redemption. Thanks for sharing such a great story, Parker.

Thanks, Carlos for your really generous words. This isn't an easy thing to read, let alone experience. The predator isn't someone we can like or cheer for, but perhaps we can hope for his redemption, as you say. I appreciate your kindness in your words, and your generosity in support. Your response encourages and informs - Thanks a million - P

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Well now we have a bit of his background and some understanding as to how he was made into such a callous "business person". It seems his conscience continues to slowly return. He has an idea of how he'd ruined the lives of so many others now. I wonder what he'll do with that feeling...

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On 11/05/2016 10:39 AM, Valkyrie said:

Well now we have a bit of his background and some understanding as to how he was made into such a callous "business person". It seems his conscience continues to slowly return. He has an idea of how he'd ruined the lives of so many others now. I wonder what he'll do with that feeling...

Such a feeling as you describe can only feel terribly uncomfortable. Our predator is clearly having difficulty with that discomfort, but is also experiencing some direct discomforts of being exiled from his residence. The sad truth is that everyone who commits evil starts out as a real human being. Did they ever stop, and if so, can they ever reclaim some humanity? Thanks for reading and for your excellent response....

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Yup. Now there is some background and motivations for the things our badboy has done. Even so, it takes a particular type of personality to go this route. I cannot imagine myself or anyone I know being able to do it. The ability to use people in this fashion is not a normal character trait.
Then again, what do I know, really? I've heard more than my share of stories of people doing unbelievable things, while family and neighbors gape in amazement, and shake their heads, and say to the camera, "He was such a nice boy. Such a quiet boy. I just can't believe it."
Nor can we all.

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On 01/30/2017 09:29 AM, Geron Kees said:

Yup. Now there is some background and motivations for the things our badboy has done. Even so, it takes a particular type of personality to go this route. I cannot imagine myself or anyone I know being able to do it. The ability to use people in this fashion is not a normal character trait.

Then again, what do I know, really? I've heard more than my share of stories of people doing unbelievable things, while family and neighbors gape in amazement, and shake their heads, and say to the camera, "He was such a nice boy. Such a quiet boy. I just can't believe it."

Nor can we all.

Your comments are astute. The Predator has done some brutally cold and heartless things. It seems possible that these could be a product of his nurture, or part of it, anyway. The brain is a very strange thing, and our badboy's certainly seems to have been operating differently from most people's. His current career has been truncated. Now what?

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I would think that, after that video, all he can hope for is an average, quiet life. Career-wise, I would think that video would come back to haunt him whenever he got too successful. Once something is on the Internet, it never goes away.

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