Night Birds by metooiseeyou

Night Birds by metooiseeyou,

Night Birds

The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this story are all fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products are intended nor should be inferred.

Looking across the table, I could see how my mother had been voted one of the most beautiful actresses in the world. Even as a mature woman in her forties, her beautiful face and slim figure were fittingly accented by her long, flowing blonde hair and her infectious smile. Fashionable dressed in a form fitting, steel blue dress and matching heels, she was the envy of every woman and the desire of every man. We were at dinner with her at one of her usual high-end restaurants in Beverly Hills, one of those places where one goes to see and be seen. With her usual elegant style, mother was holding court with all the rich and famous people that lived here.

The reason for the dinner was the direction of my life. Still living with her at her Beverly Hills home, I was 18 and in my first year at UCLA as an undeclared major. With her enormous contacts within the industry, she wanted me to pursue a career in film, a career that she could foster and help control. I was somewhat lukewarm to the idea and was wanting to go in an entirely different direction, perhaps as an attorney or doctor. We continued to debate the matter in between the interruptions caused by her admirers and other people paying homage to her. She was a powerhouse in the industry, and anyone who wanted to succeed knew that her help was a certain road to success.

But success always comes at a price. My parents had met while they were both struggling actors. They fell in love, and I was born a week before their marriage in a quick ceremony in Las Vegas. As their acting careers progressed, mother’s skyrocketed while my father’s dwindled. By the time I was four, they had divorced, a product of competing careers. While I kept in touch with dad, mother was granted custody, and I grew up with a rising star who was pursued by both the movie studios and wealthy suitors. When I was five, she married a wealthy industrialist who showered both of us with the trappings of wealth. Private schools and chauffeured limos were the norm in my life, as well as international travel. Within that life, however, mother’s career had taken her away for weeks, maybe months at a time. I had been raised by nannies and tutors, and even though I love and admired mother, I barely knew my her.

Just before my 16th birthday, mother’s second husband passed away, who left the bulk of his estate to her. Even with this tremendous wealth, mother continued her film career. With several choice roles, she had been awarded an Academy Award for Best Actress and had even begun to direct her own films. Now, she wanted me to help me pursue a career in film, an idea of which I was still unsure.

We discussed my options until just before midnight when we left the restaurant in mother’s Rolls Royce. Perhaps to compel a conclusion, she asked me to come home with her now as opposed to going to a party near the campus for a friend. Agreeing to her request, I decided to leave my car at the restaurant and to drive her home so we could continue the discussion in the car.

We arrived at her house within about 20 minutes. Gated and heavily patrolled by private security, mother nevertheless wanted privacy. Even her house staff was instructed to leave the house every day prior to her arrival. It was her way of maintaining her sanity, preferring privacy to the help her staff might give her.

After going through the gated entrance and parking under the portico in front of the house, mother and I were heavily engaged in the debate about my future. As we entered the door and walked towards the keypad to disable the alarm system, I noticed that the keypad was not making its usual beeping noise to remind us to disable it. I was almost to the keypad when I felt the metallic end of a gun placed to the back of my head.

“Don’t make another move,” said the quiet, muffled voice. Simultaneously, I heard mother gasp.

Glancing my eyes slightly to my left, a wall mirror allowed me to see my assailant. He was dressed in all black, including a black mask that covered his entire head. I could not see even his eyes. However, I did notice the straps of a backpack.

Grabbing me by the collar, his strong hand spun me around to face mother, who I saw was being similarly held with a gun to her head. Likewise clad in all black, mother’s captor only distinguishing feature was her obviously protruding breasts underneath her black knit shirt. With one hand holding mother’s arm and the other holding a handgun to mother’s head, mother’s captor stood silently beside mother.

“If you value your lives,” my male captor calmly but sternly began, “you will do exactly as I say. You will make no attempt to alert anyone. Otherwise, we are going to execute you both on the spot. Am I clear?” His voice showed no emotion, no excitement.

Mother nodded and then quietly said yes. I likewise nodded.

“Lead us to the jewelry vault,” was his terse command. Mother hesitated for a couple of seconds before her female captor shoved the barrel into the side of her head. Mother pointed towards the hallway leading to her bedroom. Still holding her by her arm, mother’s captor shoved her forward towards the hallway, her pistol pressed at the base of her skull. My captor led me forward in a likewise manner.

Illuminated by faint accent floor lighting, we made our way down the darkened carpeted hallway to mother’s bedroom. Once inside, mother led her captor to a 3′ X 4′ painting on the wall. Hinged on side, mother swung it open to reveal a hidden safe door with an electronic keypad. Mother was about to press a button in the keypad when her female captor pulled her back, spun her around, and slammed her against the wall. Standing directly in front of her, the female captor pressed the barrel into mother’s forehead just as my male captor spoke up.

“Do you think that we are so stupid that we don’t know what a decoy safe is?” said my captor. Once again, his voice contained no emotion. “We know that if you punch a four-digit code, any code, into the keypad, the safe will unlock. Inside will be a few pieces of jewelry for someone to take, but a silent alarm will have been made to a private security company. Your house will be surrounded before we could even make it outside. Isn’t that correct?”

Mother nodded.

“Then, take us to the real vault or I will paint your bedroom floor with your son’s brains.”

Mother pointed to her dressing room. Mother’s female captor pulled her forward and shoved her inside. Likewise, my male captor led me closely behind. Once inside the room, mother led her captor to a hidden button underneath her dressing table. She pressed it, and a secret panel opened with a “whoosh” on the other side of the room.

From my perspective, I could see the familiar brightly lit room with rows of necklaces, rings, and other jewelry brightly displayed, along with a full-length mirror where mother could mix and match pieces to accent her wardrove. Once again, mother’s captor spun her around and shoved her face against the wall. My male captor pushed me forward and forced me to face the wall as well.

I did not dare to look in the direction of the vault, but I could clearly hear someone clearing out everything as rapidly as possible. Within a minute, we were once again spun around to face the intruders.

In a stern voice, the male captor said, “if you do everything that I say, you are going to live to see tomorrow. You have insurance, correct?” Mother nodded.

“Then, you will be able to replace this entire collection. You will lose nothing. On the other hand, we would like to have some insurance as well.”

With a slight nod to acknowledge his female companion, he continued. “My partner believes that the best insurance would be to leave you both in a pool of your own blood. I have another option.”

Mother quietly stammered out “what option would that be?”

Without any emotion, he said “the kind that leaves you alive to see tomorrow.” He allowed that statement to settle in our minds before continuing. “Follow my directions exactly, understood?” Mother and I again nodded.

Without another word, we were led from the dressing room to mother’s bedroom. We were placed at the foot of the bed as the two burglars stepped back. Reaching into the backpack of the male captor, the female pulled out a small movie camera, along with tripod. Positioning it toward the bed, she looked through the viewfinder until she seemed satisfied with the angle. She stepped back and nodded to the male figure. He in turn nodded in our direction. Walking to us, she extended her hand to me with a small blue pill. Mother was then given a small white pill.

“Take them. You are going to need them.” Not knowing what we were given, we reluctantly swallowed them down.

“Here’s what you are going to do. ‘Miss Oscar Winner’, you are going to fuck your son on camera.” I heard an audible gasp from mother. “You are going to use your acting talents to make it look real. If you do exactly as I say, this video will never be released. If you identify us in any way, we will make sure that this video is released throughout the web. Whatever reputation and goodwill you have will disappear in a flash. Am I clear?”

Mother defiantly shot back. “I am NOT going to fuck my son, on camera or otherwise! You are crazy!”

In a split second, the female figure walked quickly to mother and placed a gun to her forehead one more time.

“Then,” the male captor continued in a calm voice, “you will die right here, right now. We are going to guarantee your silence one way or the other.” For several moments, no one said anything before mother spoke again.

“How do I know that you won’t make this public anyway? Perhaps for money?” Mother argued.

“By doing so, we know that the FBI and other international law enforcement agencies will become involved. We don’t want that. Now, either agree or we will end your lives right now.”