The Odd Twins

The Odd Twins

by Randy Caparco

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ISBN-13: 9781640691193
Publisher: BookVenture Publishing LLC
Publication date: 11/08/2017
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About the Author

Randy Caparco, author, holds a master's degree from CW Post College. He has been a law enforcement officer for a period of not less than thirty years. Today he is retired from his last law enforcement position with the state of New York. He is an enrolled agent authorized to practice before the IRS and has an accounting firm located in Suffolk County, New York.

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The Odd Twins


By Randy Caparco

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Copyright © 2016 Randy Caparco
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ISBN: 978-1-5246-5583-9



CHAPTER 1

THE AGONY


A medium sized farm house stands about two hundred feet off a dirt road in a rural part of Italy located in the town of Caserta which is famous for its' "Royal Palace." The Palace served as headquarters for the allied armies. Jets can be heard flying overhead almost consistently with just minor abbreviation.

The house is located about 60-five-miles from Naples and not too far from the Royal Palace.

This adorable three-bedroom ranch sits on a three-acre farm that is surrounded by two barns, a horse stable, a chicken coup, a large pig sty, and a short distance away a large square building that is used for slaughtering and butchering animals.

Roosters, Chickens, pigeons and a variety of small birds run freely pecking at bits of edible food. A pig, or two, are also searching for something edible.

In one of the barns Cattle and other animals are kept ready for slaughtering. In the next few days they will meet their demise-a bitter demise indeed!

Slaughtered! would be more appropriate!

A rail surrounds the entire area. It is about three feet and is separated by a string of three. A typical rail one would expect to find on a farm or ranch.

The closest neighbor is approximately a mile away. This was the home of the man whose daughter is lying in bed waiting to give birth

The year is 1944 and in this small town most transportation is accomplished by horse and buggy or just a horse.

Few own vehicles. Vehicles are also a means of transportation but they are scarce and not suited for this terrain. Only one family member owns a vehicle and oftentimes screeches onto the grounds.

A donkey would serve a greater purpose than an auto! Besides, who could afford a car?

Food is scarce and not readily available. Most food comes from farming.

World War II was having its impact on the entire world since 1939. It would finally end in 1945.

The older generation (mostly Italian Socialists) idolized Mussolini (1885-1945) and frequently commented on his achievements and chanted his name in glory.

Most youngsters, coming of age, question his dictatorship. Some even claim that it was he who made Italy a country of despair.


The "ruthless fascist!" Some would say! "The killer of many Italians!"

The debate goes on!

It was a time just after Hitler (1989-1945) raided Poland. Poverty was abounding!

The household consists of two children, their parents, and a peculiar woman.

Today is a special day at the home of the Gaetano's. A child is expected sometime this evening. It was anticipated that the unborn would unite with the world several hours ago, and yet the expectant mother still lies in a bed, in her home, being nursed by her aunt Martha.

The aching woman chose not to have an entire medical staff observe her as she is fully exposed with her legs splayed wide open while writhing and panting. Besides she was not exactly feeling as if she looked like Anna Magnani (19081973) a famous Italian starlet. A beauty who was known as the, "Toast of Rome." Thus, she decided to have a natural birth at home.

She had been exposed to this kind of trauma before and was not going to go through it again. 'What could be more belittling?"

Eight hours of expectations have gone by. Not sure she made the right choice. She lies in thought, "Perhaps the indignity faced in front of an entire medical staff may have been less painful."

The sky is without moon! The warplanes are making their awful ear piercing sounds.

There is a cold southeast wind!

The fog is thick and there is an eeriness emanating from the chill!

Star shaped flakes of white drift in air barely reaching the ground!

Several animals make their peculiar sounds and as if haunted, by the expectants painful screams and the eeriness of the eve, they make louder sounds than usual.

A large Owl, with all its mystique, makes a repeated hooting sound that hauntingly lingers in the air, "Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hooooo-ah," "Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hooooo-ah," over and over. The eerie sounds cause the peculiar woman to shiver. She looks out the bedroom window and is mesmerized by the sight of the hooting Owl perched on a tree branch.

She does not notice the unusually large black raven flying overhead but was awed by the loud screeching sound from the raven. It was almost as if sending out a warning.

Martha is intimidated by the repeated hooting. Prior to today she had never seen an Owl this close to the house.

Intimidated she secures the window and draws the blinds.

Martha has had some experience in child delivery and volunteered to help and play the role of mid wife. Though her training was not that of a medical professional she had observed the delivery of the Gaetano's other children.

She is partly grey and stands about 5'4 with a small pouch. Her grey eyes surrounded by a brown bead draw attention. The constant comments made about her eyes are annoying but she hides it well. She has a good sense of humor and frequently talks about the past.

Looking at her one could immediately assume that there was a time this patriarch had all the makings of a starlet or harlot.

As the woman in bed frowns, and lets out an occasional scream, the midwife consoles her and cracks an occasional joke! It is a failed attempt to ease the tension!

Still frowning, the aching woman suddenly releases a great deal of water and calls for her aunt, who had gone into the kitchen, to get fresh water. Re-entering the room, with a basin of water, she hears, "My water broke. It should be over soon."

The midwife nods, "Should be real soon! Maria."

Three hours later the anxious woman is still waiting for the arrival and has now become almost incorrigible.

Staring at her grey eyes, she hollers, "It hurts so bad!"

Having had other deliveries, she becomes fretful and even more incorrigible. Her other deliveries were not as painful and were more timely.

Wiping Maria's forehead, the aunt nodded and spoke of good times they spent together, "I recall a time when your dad was going to slaughter your pet hog and serve it for dinner?"

Frowning, "Could I forget? I had such a tantrum and threw myself on the floor, kicking and screaming, followed by a large puddle of tears ..."

As Maria gives into a slight smirk her aunt continued with the distraction.

"Yea! Your mother had to jump on his back and physically stop him from feeding you your best friend. You were only ten at the time and there was little food."

She is now smiling and yet Martha could tell that her pain is intense.

"I remember how the two of you rolled on the floor and laughed. Afterwards your father agreed not to slaughter the pet if you agreed to take care of him.

Pudgy was only twenty pounds then ..." She gave her pet the name Pudgy because every time the animal ate it would blow up and appear to be pudgy.

Maria's attention span was interrupted by a huge spasm causing her to scream out.

As she did so the Owl yelped a louder than usual hoot. "Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hooooo-ah," that caused Maria to turn towards the window. Unable to see out the window she turned to Martha and said, "Something is wrong!" She insisted that the pain was becoming intolerable.

As the infuriated woman attempted to discharge the child and ease the excruciating pain the midwife, though frightened by the loud hooting, kept encouraging her to push harder.

The child refused the discharge order and clang to the womb as if defying its inevitable entry into reality.

Maria moaned with pain for what seemed to be an eternity.

Having no choice both Maria and the expected child were exposed to several more tales.

"Yea! whoever thought he would grow to be 200 pounds and act as if he were your child. I remember how you jumped on his back and rode him as if he were a horse ___."

As if not wanting to hear any more stories about the past the expected child loosened its grip and began to ease out.

As the head appeared the mid wife screamed in joy, "I can see the head! Push hard now!"

CHAPTER 2

THE AGONY CONTINUED


Fear has entered Ricardo's mind as he waits and paces silently.

Eight hours late is not normal. A couple of hours maybe; but "eight hours is ridiculous!" So, he tells himself.

The goose bumps running up and down his spine are taking their toll.

He is not an over sensitive man and does not despair at the slightest of dramas, however, there is something haunting that he is unable to explain.

His physique, while not up to par with his brother, is above that of the normal person.

He does not lift weights and yet he is muscular. Perhaps this is due to all the heavy work involved in being the son of a farmer and a slaughterer.

Having served in the military, under the regime of the fascists, he too, at some level idolizes Mussolini. He frequently insists that he hates him and says, "Ruthless! Yet he saved Italy."

The close to three-year stint which began near his eighteenth birthday made him rugged-to say the least.

His gut is wrenching and the air is inexplicable.

The aura of something, a spirit, of some sort, is tugging and causing his heart to beat rapidly beyond the normal beat of 60-100 per minute.

His heart has never troubled him or given him any concern. Now he hears the loud and rapid beat and it makes him wonder about mortality-even if it's only for a minute.

Ricky tells himself that all is well and the child will be fine and yet he questions the validity of his thought.

The desire to barge in and help his wife is tugging at him but he knows that he is not going to accomplish anything.

After all, what does he know about child birth!

He grabs at his forehead and forces his hair back with both hands-almost in disgust. Pacing! Pacing! Pacing!

He too hears the animals howling and making their birthright sounds. Only louder!

The sounds are abnormal and the chill in the air makes for a spine-tingling creepiness.

He regards the eerie sounds due to the chill in the air and perhaps because he had not fed the animals as he normally would.

The wait was as long for the animals as it was for the family.

They too would like the child to arrive so they could get fed-so he tells himself. Putting aside such a ridiculous thought he did his best to push the animal sounds out of his tormented mind and glanced towards his children.

The two children, Carmine and Cristina, believed to be born of this unity, have waited patiently but now have come to the point of intolerance.

After all they are only five and seven. How much tolerance can children have? They have been waiting for what seemed forever and finally fell into darkness.

Ricardo also nods but is unable to stay detached and frantically continued to pace as if in a state of conscious REM. This is known as the state one is in when awake and unsure that is the case. Unable to pace any longer he falls to a high cushioned chair, his favorite, and falls into a semi coma. Though not sound asleep he experiences this state of confusion. He wonders how it is possible to be awake and feel as if he were in a dream state. It was as if he were awake and asleep at the same time.


* * *

While in this paradoxical state he envisions, or dreams, that the child has arrived and is calling out for his help. He could hear the child say "Dad, help me! Help me! I want to be alive! I want to be me! Don't let it take me over!"

"Who is it that wants to take over?" Dad asks himself.

Finding himself even deeper into REM he has a vision of a child coming into the world with an extremely large head and rather unexplainable large eyes. They are slanted and difficult to look at. The center has a red core surrounded by black. There are no lashes and the top lip seems to be larger than the lower one.

The bottom lip appears to be split in the center. The child appeared to be very long and on the heavy side.

He could not distinguish the sex of the child.

Bald and shiny was the head!

The only thing missing was the horns. If these were in place it would appear that the Devil, himself, had arrived.

The beast is staring at him and rapidly moving its arms as if to say:

"What have you done to me?!"

Ricardo finds that he is helpless and unable to move towards the child. Something is holding him in place. Can't move a muscle, only stare in helplessness.

Though this thing lacked beauty there was something perplexing.

Ricardo found this grotesque being, to be beautiful.

The inner beauty was not a figure like the one before him but he sensed that there was another communicating with him.

He could see a large bird above the child's head but was unable to distinguish if the bird was just a mirage or had physical form.

The bird is not recognizable. It could have been an owl, a raven, or an eagle.

It appears as a halo above the things head or the head of another child reaching forward with both hands.

He cannot make out the face only a shadow coming to light.

The shadow screams and screams for help. Suddenly the child shadow drifted slowly into non-reality and eventually disappeared into the nothingness.

The beastly looking child appeared to be pushing or attacking the shadow child.


* * *

Coming out of the REM state Ricardo headed for the kitchen, which was to his left side, and began to splash his face with cold water. The water and sweat poured into the sink. He reached for a rag, that was laying on the sink end, and dried off the wetness.

No longer in REM he hears a hooting and a loud ruffling sound coming from outside the kitchen window, "Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hooooo-ah," "Hoo-hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hooooo-ah."

Glaring at the window he is distracted not so much by the Owl's swaying back and forth but rather by the large black Raven flying overhead giving off that sound of death-as a Raven often does. The cawing so annoying and blistering. Almost as eerie as the dream itself.

Ricardo is suddenly distracted by an extremely loud scream. He clears his head, best he can, of the hooting, the ruffling, and the voracious Raven.

He again begins to pace.

His head now aching and his heart a fast beating drum he glances at the door and his eyes begin to run. Face all wet with drops of tears.

Almost in a hypnotic state he continues to glare at the door as if expecting the Devil himself.

Another scream is heard and then silence. The silence is broken by yet another scream. This scream is even more piercing and lasts even longer than the others.

"What is going on?" He wonders!

He suddenly hears Martha yelling, "No! it's not possible! It can't be! It can't be!"

CHAPTER 3

THE FIRST BORN


The grandchild of a man who is not only a farmer but also slaughters animals, to make a living and feed his family, is certain to be tough and somewhat bitter. "Rough and tough, as they say." And yet Carmine, the first born, is not that way at all. He is a kind child who appears to have accepted his situation and has come to be part of it. He has picked up both father and grandfather's traits and is not at all offended by the slaughtering of the animals.

Though nearing seven he stands over four feet and has the stature of his father. Big and muscular for a child, that is!

His eyes are a deep blue with a haze of brown. It appears they change color to match the clothes he is wearing.

His hair is jet black and appears to be greased, long and thick and well groomed.

It appears his strength is in his hair.

His upbringing has made him both tough and kind.

He can be explosive, daring, and contentious at times. On the other hand, he can be kind and considerate.

He is, for the most part, obedient to his parents and idolizes his grandfather.

He frequently visits, as he calls him, "Geepa" and enjoys slaughtering animals with him. Perhaps that is why he is muscular.

His grandma, "Geema," is a fantastic cook and a very beautiful woman who has had a tough life.

Unlike Geepa, who has the difficult job of farming and slaughtering, she has the patriarchs task of preparing meals and maintaining the household.

While Gramps is not the kindest of husbands he truly adores his wife Carmela. He calls on her to cook some strange meals and to perform some acts of cruelty that oftentimes are demeaning and pervasive.

Maybe cutting the head off a chicken, help him slaughter a pig or other animal, or perform some kind of perverted sex act.

Carmine adores his younger sister, who has recently turned five, and is blossoming into a beautiful young lady.

She is well mannered though at times she can be abrasive as a two-year-old and as dad said many times "a handful."

Today he is at home and does not have Gramps to confide in.

He has been sleeping for about two hours now and is aroused by the sound of the animals howling and making all kinds of sounds. Loud sounds! Aroused, he notices dad pacing and holding his forehead.

Carmine has never seen dad this concerned or distraught.

He does not think dad is weak, he knows that a child is coming and he is looking forward to having a brother just like dad is waiting for his son or daughter to arrive.

Having waited so long he no longer cares whether it is a brother or sister.

He glances away from dad and looks at his sister laying next to him on the couch. It is a long couch, not expensive, made of velvet, and quite comfortable. It is capable of sleeping two.

Cristi, (a nick name that took effect when she was two) almost sensing his stare, sits up and begins to rub her eyes.


(Continues...)

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Table of Contents

Contents

The Agony, 1,
The Agony Continued, 8,
The First Born, 14,
The Princess, 17,
The Entry, 21,
The Panic, 27,
The Announcement, 36,
The Filly, 44,
The Inquest, 48,
The Boxer, 52,
The First Feeding, 57,
The Sacrifice, 73,
The Return, 79,
The Rage, 90,
The Spacemen, 113,
The Sh Incident, 120,
The Investigation, 124,
The Autopsy, 134,
Armando, 142,
The Therapist, 171,
Power Of The Twins, 180,
A Night Of Glory, 197,
The Quarry, 202,
The Confession, 212,
The Massacre Finale, 224,
About the Author, 233,

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