Holy Places
Somewhere in North America; Tuesday. Sometime between midnight and
1am.
Oliver North was walking down the street, thinking about the events
during his service in the United States Military. He glanced at the
TV screens in one of the stores and was disgusted to see the face of
that idiot from the Iran Contras controversy. Not only does he get
off the hook, not only does he get a job at FOX, but he also happens
to share the exact name as himself.
North was just a private, working to defend his country, when he
heard that another man by the same name sold the friggin weapons to
these America hating fucks. And he even had pitiful excuses for
it. Motherfucker! Well, none of it mattered now.
North continued to walk around when he heard something. Something
constant. A ringing of some sort. He went on and noticed it was
the old phone booth. “Funny,” he thought. “That phone never rings.”
North picked it up. “Hello!”
“You won.”
“Won what?”
“I can see you. I’m hanging up. If you move or say anything I will
kill you. Just stay put until I call again.”
“What? Wait a minute!”
“You leave the booth – you die.”
“What? Hey!”
Dial tone…
North’s senses were sharpened. He didn’t know if anyone was fucking
with him or not. He started running all scenarios in his mind.
There was a credit company in a building nearby. Perhaps someone
was planning a brilliant robbery and he’s just one small screw in
the scheme. But how would they know he’ll be passing by? The phone
started ringing a long time before he was even near it, so they had
to have been waiting for a while. Why him? For pit sake!
North knew he couldn’t just stand there. He hung up the phone,
opened the booth door, and put his hand out.
****
Jerusalem, Israel – around 8am
Around the time when North heard the dial tone, a young man in
Israel hung a public phone in Israel and started laughing. A couple
of weeks ago he has seen that phone booth movie starring Colin
Farrell with his pals in the US. Last night he watched it again
with his Israeli cousins. He thought it was cool getting people to
think they’re being watched. People he didn’t even know.
Then again, that poor asshole in the phone booth wasn’t really in
danger. Nick didn’t even know who he was. However, Nick did put
someone to keep an eye on his dear mommy, making sure she will not
do anything foolish, reminding her all the time that she was being
watched.
Nick thought long and hard about whether or not to take this
vacation. He knew he couldn’t trust his mother to be left alone, so
he got Kyle to observe her, just like he promised her.
When Kyle wasn’t available, he paid some junky girlfriend of his to
follow Nick’s mom around.
Then, each time Nick called home, he casually asked her about things
she did the other day, getting into specific details, letting her
know that she’s being watched, and that he’s in contact with the
people who are doing this. This morning he called her and read out
loud the grocery list she made a day before. Right after that, he
called a phone booth.
It was a fun vacation so far. On the plane he was sitting next to
his American cousin, Courtney, who was a blond babe. She was so
excited about the trip and he pretended to be just as thrilled.
When they got to Israel they spent some time with their uncle Moshe,
his wife Orit, and their son Eli who was about Nick and Courtney’s
age. Both Nick and Courtney got to practice their Hebrew a little
bit, though Nick was a lot better. He spoke it fluently, with no
errors, and in a perfect Israeli accent. Courtney was often
stuttering, mispronouncing certain words, until even Eli insisted on
her just speaking English. A language he knew perfectly as well.
They both pissed him off. Eli was trying to be American and act
American, while Courtney was one of these annoying American Jews who
kept trying to be Israelis. Nick just couldn’t take it. He hated
people like her. The way he saw it was: If you happen to be born
to the greatest nation today, play the cards you’ve been dealt. He
told Courtney all about it, but she was a dumb bitch and started
blabbing about how Israel was much more moral than the US, and about
human rights, and chosen people, and blah, blah, blah! Nick and Eli
both knew it was bullshit, but Courtney was a dumb bitch, so Nick
didn’t give a shit what she was thinking.
This morning Nick insisted on walking around on his own, taking a
break from Eli and Courtney. He put on his “USS Ulysses S Grant”
baseball cap, a pair of sunglasses, a small backpack, told his uncle
and aunt he’ll see them later, and went out the door.
****
Wall streak
When he was done with the phone, Nick went to the fucking Kotel.
That goddamn Western wall. It was supposedly built like thousands
of years ago by Jews as a part of a temple that got torn twice.
Once by Greeks, and once by the Romans. Now it’s a supposed holy
site ruled by Ultra Orthodox Jews and divided into a male section
and female section. The male section was slightly larger. Nick did
not believe it was an accident. All religious bigots, Christian,
Jewish or Muslim, acted as if man is higher than woman. Well, there
was something good about religion after all.
Nick did not have to pick one of these stupid little paper kipas
since he went into the Kotel area wearing a baseball cap. The
religious Jews liked dividing men and women to keep out impure
thoughts. Nick smiled at that thought as he looked at the ladies in
the other section and fantasized about raping and killing those cute
little girls who were praying. He especially wanted to hurt the
ones who were wearing black and had their hair tucked in under their
hats. They were the ones who deserved it the most.
Nick got to the wall and looked at it. The bricks were stuffed with
notes of people who wrote down requests from god and put the notes
in the wall. Nick even heard of a business that accepts faxes and
mails to god from around the world, prints out the requests and puts
the printouts in the wall.
Nick took out his note and unfolded it, going through it again
silently.
“I have raped Alexandra Higgins and Natalie Marmesh numerous times.
Some by myself, and some as a part of a group. I have detailed
knowledge about the rape of Laurie Chapman, a believer in god and do
not intend to do anything in the matter to help her. I have raped
my own mother, Debra Goldstein, a believer in god, and to this day I
have a constant threat on her life. I have incited my friends to
rape Daphnie Goldman and intend to go forward with those plans. I
have violent fantasies about hurting other people, especially women,
including members of my own family. I enjoy having these fantasies
and hope to act upon them without being caught. I intend to rape
and torture Daphnie Goldman, Heather Roth, and Laurie Chapman in the
near future.”
Nick smiled. He leaned the paper against the wall indifferent to
the fact that one of the many men in the site might see a part of
his note. He added his name, address, phone number, and email
addresses at the bottom of the note and added “Fuck you!”.
Then he folded the note and stuffed it in the ancient wall, hoping
the recipient will read it.
****
Mount.
After putting the note in the wall, Nick started walking away. An
old man approached him and mumbled some wo rd.
“Ma?” Nick asked in Hebrew.
The old man mumbled that word again, extending his hand. Nick
couldn’t even understand what he was saying, let alone interpret it
from Hebrew to English.
“Fuck off!”
Nick walked away from the Western Wall area. As he went past the
entrance post with the little kipas, he looked up at the temple
mount. Years ago, he learned once, when this land was Palestine,
they brought an architect to fix the dome of the mount. The
architect brought his 7-year-old child with him. That child’s name
is Usama Bin Laden.
A chill rushed through Nick’s body at the thought that Usama Bin
Laden may have once walked in the same path he is now walking. A
small child, unaware of his fantastic future. God, it was so
arousing!
****
Tunnel
Nick entered the tunnel. The tunnel of the Kotel started out in a
presentation of a small model, which Nick did not care about. There
was no one in there except for some old security guard that Nick
ignored. He walked closer to the wall. He knew that this is the
exact same wall he had just left. It was simply a part that was
under ground. There were rectangular holes inside the wall. Nick
remembered learning something about how the Muslims dug these holes
when they had control over Jerusalem, decades or hundreds of years
ago. They did it in order to stick pieces of wood inside, to
stabilize the wall. He noticed that there are notes shoved into the
bricks on this part of the wall as well, and wondered how people got
them so high up near the ceiling of the tunnel. Then he spotted the
ladder to his right.
He shrugged and turned left, walking deeper and deeper inside the
tunnel. He wondered if there were any reports in the news about
some terror attack, since he apparently was the only tourist in.
Then again, what does he care?
He kept on walking. The corridor was long and thin, with two brick
walls to his sides. The right one being the Western wall, of
course. As far as Nick recalled, there were passages blocked by
bars to his right every now and then. These were old passages that
connected the tunnel to houses of Muslims. They were blocked, of
course, for preventing anyone getting from the houses into the
tunnel, or vice versa. Nick thought how cool it would be to tear
down the bars and break into one of these houses, or how cool it
would be for some terrorists to get into a house and take control
over the tunnel with some hostages as well. Some places in the
tunnel were a little wider, so there was room to people to gather
round. Not that there was anyone around.
Nick passed by an animated TV presentation that was showing on his
left. It showed different methods in which the ancient Jews used to
build.
Stupid fucking Israelites! He thought. All of this work and for
what? This house is ruined. All that is left are parts of three
walls. Two of them hardly even matter to anyone anymore. He
snarled and kept on going. That was when he saw the first other
tourist in the tunnel.
She was a woman in her late thirties. Mid forties tops! She had a
long straight coal black hair and big brown eyes. Beautiful face,
dark skin, hair that reached just under her shoulders. She wasn’t
an Ashkenazi, that’s for sure. Jew or Arab, she was of Middle
Eastern descent. What some people don’t get is that Israeli Jews
come from both European and Middle Eastern Descent.
She was wearing a baseball cap and was carrying a small backpack on
her shoulder. She was wearing a light pink collared blouse with
white buttons, a blue pair of jeans, and snickers.
“Shalom!” She said as she smiled at Nick.
“Shalom!” Nick replied. He was relieved. It was Hebrew, and it
was not an Arab accent. He just despised that disgusting Arab
accent. Natalie had an American accent, thank god.
The woman passed by him and seemed to be returning to the entrance
point. That was odd due to the fact there was an exit point on the
other end of the tunnel. Maybe she just wanted to see the tunnel
again.
Judging by her delicate exterior and the way she walked, she looked
like a woman that was well taken care of and well nurtured.
Something about her made her feel she was rich, maybe a
businesswoman that was used to wearing suits all day. In his mind,
he could see her wearing a black suit with white stripes. This was
probably her day off. That’s why the casual clothing and the fact
that she was visiting the tunnel.
She was so hot, and this place was so empty. Hmm… A sign from god,
maybe?
Nick placed his bag on the ground and zipped it open. He glanced at
his gray ski gloves.
****
Invading the holy places
Nick followed the woman, his cap and sunglasses still on his head,
his gloves on his hands, and grabbed her by her coal-black hair.
Before she could react, he bashed her head against a wall. Yes,
against THE wall.
He was concerned about not having a mask on him. He intended to
take one before leaving the states, just in case he’ll get a chance
to rape during his trip, but decided against it. The entire Western
world has turned paranoid after September 11th. He couldn’t get on
board with a ski mask, especially since he goes to such a warm
country. Israel has only one ski resort, and it wasn’t even its
snowy season, not to mention that they are the most paranoid country
in the Western world. Their airline security was higher than any
other country in the west even before September 11th.
Nick kept on bashing the woman’s head into the wall. It would be
the most dangerous rape he has ever committed. He was not in a
house. It was not premeditated. The danger just made his cock
harder. He deliberately bashed her head against the wall that was
to his right when he first entered the tunnel. He did it because it
was the Western Wall. He thought it would be funnier. With each
bash he had images in his mind of the people and events that flushed
through this place in thousands of years.
He pictured the Jews building this place. BAM!
The ancient wars with swords and arrows and horses. BAM!
Israeli troops releasing the wall from the Arabs in bloody battles.
BAM!
A mass prayer for the soul of Daniel Pearl. BAM!
Harvey Keitel’s wedding. BAM!
Christopher Reeve’s visit. BAM!
Now he was about to commit the next great event. He threw the woman
to the ground and started unbuckling her belt. As she opened her
eyes he smiled at her. Everyone who knew him loved his big smile.
Then he brutally punched her face. He kept unbuttoning her pants
and pulled them down, getting them off her left foot. He took out a
condom from his backpack while looking to his right and left. He
knew if he’ll be caught he’ll be famous, and that he’ll spend a long
time in and Israeli prison. Maybe an American one if his previous
activities are uncovered. He’ll have to kill if anyone catches him.
He unzipped his pants and put on the condom. He didn’t give a shit
whether or not this woman gets pregnant, but he did not want his DNA
all over the place.
He spread her legs and got in between, whispering curses and threats
in Hebrew, hoping she’ll think he’s an Israeli to avoid detection
later on.
He was surprised at his sudden will of a missionary position. Nick
was usually an anal fan.
He rammed his cock into her, and watched the tears in her eyes. He
was worried that she might remember his face. He wanted to look
into her eyes, but he wanted to remain undetected.
The woman was looking at him, angry. He has never raped anyone like
her. Most of them prefer to look away. Most of them prefer to
forget.
She started begging in Hebrew. Begging him not to kill her.
Begging him to stop.
“Yesh li Mishpacha!” I have a famil y.
Yeah, like he cared.
“Bat Zona!” He slurred. He knew this curse well. Though despite
what he said, he was certain that this woman’s mother was NOT a
whore.
He slapped her face, and she grabbed his sunglasses. In sheer panic
he punched her again, and again, and again, and wouldn’t stop until
her face turned blue.
He ripped her blouse open and stuffed it in her mouth. He was
amazed at the size of her huge tits, covered by a white bra.
He got his cock out of her and leaned her on doggie style against
the wall, with her head resting on the some of the holiest bricks in
the history of human civilization.
He got into her pussy from behind, while grabbing her hair. His
sunglasses were now back on his eyes, and the razor he bought this
morning was in his hand, on his victim’s neck.
He made sure she was aware of the situation.
He kept on raping her from behind. He watched her hands grabbing
the wall. She was grabbing them at carved rectangular holes. He
got his razor off her neck and kept on fucking her. He grabbed her
ass with his right hand, indifferent to whether or not the razor
cuts her or not. She remained quiet, biting into her blouse,
knowing that if she makes a sound she will die. Nick wanted to get
out of her pussy and fuck her ass, but knew he hardly had any time.
Any minute now some group of tourists can come in. He didn’t hear
anyone yet, so that was a good sign. He’ll probably have at least a
minute when he starts hearing people.
He started thrusting his cock harder inside her pussy, knowing he
will not leave until she makes him cum. He’s not leaving until it
happens. He’ll go to prison and not leave!
He kept on like this for about 10 more minutes until he finally
exploded inside her. He rammed his cock a couple of more times and
took it out. He was surprised at how easy it was. He also was
disappointed that he did not have time to hurt her more. Well, then
again…
He started stroking the woman’s hair, calming her down. While he
was doing it, he was lifting the razor with his other hand, and
shoved it into her ass.
She was jerking around snapping her head back, moaning like a
slaughtered animal. Nick forced the razor out of her ass. Then he
started shaving some of her pubic hair, putting the small dark hairs
in his backpack along with the condom. He got up and started
walking. It was almost perfect. Too bed he never got to see her
nipples.
He went back to the entrance to the tunnel, passed by a security
guard, and headed out, wondering if it would have been a better idea
to check the exit first.
****
Phone
Nick went to a phone and called a phone booth in Australia. He told
the woman who answered that he’ll kill and rape her if she gets out
of there. Then he hung up and laughed.
****
Kotel
Nick stuck around, watching the Western Wall area from about a mile
away. A young religious Jewish woman passed by him, carrying her
baby. Her hair was hidden under a big hat and he wondered what
color it was. He guessed brown. Her face was pretty.
“Cute baby.” Nick said in English and smiled. The woman smiled
back.
Then as he looked over to the Wall area he could see the first few
cops. Soon this place will be swarming, and they’ll take her out,
and everyone in the area, everyone in the state of Israel and around
the world, would know that god doesn’t exist. People would know
that while they were praying to god for peace or whatever, just a
few feet under their shoe soles a violent rape was committed.
****
Home
By the time Nick got in probably the entire country knew about it,
because Nick’s uncle and aunt were seated in front of the TV
watching a live report from the Western Wall.
He looked at his uncle and aunt with the most sincere look of shock
and awe he could manage to fake.
They both looked at him. Orit had tears in her eyes.
“Come here, Nick!” Moshe said in English.
Nick approached.
“Have you heard?” Moshe asked.
“Yeah.” Nick answered. It was the truth. During his trip in
Jerusalem he did manage to get bits and pieces from conversations he
overheard. The main news was about a woman being raped or killed in
the wall area, or in the tunnel. No one was sure. Some angry
people screamed about how the Arabs should be killed, about how they
now “rape our women”. Bullshit. Nick tried to impersonate an
Israeli, and now the stupid mob in the street blames Arabs for it.
Whatever. Just as long as they don’t suspect it was an American
tourist.
Now everyone in Israel could hear the report on Israeli television
about a woman being raped in a tunnel, while the police chief tries
to calm everyone down, insisting there was no evidence it was an
Arab, and that they do not believe the crime was of a nationalistic
nature. It wasn’t racism, and it wasn’t terrorism.
Nick fought the urge to smile. The poor police chief. He probably
knows by now they’re looking for a white man. They just don’t want
to release too many details right now, yet still want everyone to
know the rapist was not an Arab. Hell, the police is probably
thanking god the rapist was not an Arab. Just imagine the riots
that could result from it.
“Do you see this?” Moshe said in English. “I fought over”
Aunt Orit was watching the TV, at the masses gathered just outside
the Western Wall, praying near police line, unable to approach the
holiest of sites. She was shaking her head, wiping her
tears. “Norah. Norah. Eich efshar?” Horrible, horrible. How is
it possible?
“I’m going to Eli’s room.” Nick said.
Nick was breathing deeply all the way to the room. He wasn’t Scott
Free yet. He’s gonna have to keep cool and hope for the best. He
was amazed at the pictures on the television. All of the
demonstrations, prayers, special reports… It was all on him. He
was always amused as to how one man with a pistol or a rifle can
make an entire city or state go nuts. Like Berkowitz in NYC or John
Mohammed in Maryland. He opened Eli’s bedroom door and watched a
CNN special report from the Western Wall.
Eli and Courtney were both watching TV. They turned their heads as
Nick entered.
****
Night
They kept on watching TV. Nick was surprised that the woman’s age
was reported to be 51. She looked so much younger. That was the
only detail released to the media. Well, more like leaked to the
media. Another report that interested Nick was that police believed
the rapist was an Israeli. Later, at night, after hours of watching
reports on CNN and FOX and a couple of Israeli channels, Eli,
Courtney and Nick were talking about what happened.
“You know, Nick. It’s suspicious. We leave you alone for one
moment and a woman gets raped. What’s going on?”
“Stop it, Eli! That’s nasty!” Courtney said.
“What? I’m kidding!”
“Well, that’s disgusting!” She said.
“I’m just kidding. You’re not offended, are you, Nick?”
“It’s not funny.” Nick said. Nick always had the image of a nice
guy, someone with his feet on the ground. “Where were you, Eli?”
Eli smiled. “Walking around by myself in Jerusalem.”
“Oh.” Nick said.
“Yeah, and don’t ask what I did to this poor woman.”
“That’s not funny!” Courtney said.
Nick laughed. “Hey, he’s an Israeli of Ashkenazi descent. Maybe
it’s him.”
“Just stop it, both of you, okay?”
****
Rapist #1
Nick was walking in an American airport, with a paper he just bought
under his arm. The main article was about the Kotel rape. Another
small article was about a guy named Oliver North who was arrested in
involvement with some phone booth incident. He fought against the cops and resisted arrests, mumbling something about conspiracy
theory.
Nick didn’t know if it was the same person he called before the
rape, and he didn’t give a shit. He now walked proudly among other
people, who were unaware of who he was. He was probably the most
traveled serial rapist in the history of Israel (and Eli told him
they have a respected percentage of serial rapists, just like the
US). And judging by the newspaper titles and special reports, he
was rapist #1.
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