More from the L.C.C.

They must figure out something is happening to their friends.” I was in the combat instructor’s van, we were smoking weed. Not the best journalistic ploy… but… “Was there ever a rebellion? Was there ever an escape?” I asked him.
He laughed, put his hands behind his head like he was sitting on the verandah and told me this story:
“There was a huge black guy, a fugitive, his name was Jemal…God knows where they found him. Or why they thought he could be taken out by anyone. Any of the sort of regular guys they get here. I mean, he was six foot of muscle and pissed off at everything. Never should have brought him here. Never. Must have picked him up in an alley, passed out. Jemal starts trying to escape right from the get go. Second or third night here. He breaks out…gets through the sentry at the perimeter. Easy. But the thing was, that guy, the sentry was the only other black guy here, and the only guy that Jemal would even talk to. We find this poor fuck, I mean he was a tough fuck but couldn’t have fought Jemal five seconds, we find him the next morning hanging from the fence by his neck. Must’ve strangled him with his shirt and then hung him. Fucked up, right? Jemal makes it to the road and jacks a VW van. We figured they must have pulled the van over to look at the engine… you know just thought ‘let’s pull over and fill up the radiator’ because… 1: after he offs these 2 guys the van doesn’t get him ten miles, and 2: if you were driving and you see this big fucking black killing machine hitching there looking like he just took his shirt off and strangled a guy and hung him from a fence, you don’t stop and say ‘Hop in’.”
“So there’s some scrub stomped down.. we look in there….you never seen anything like it. We find the late driver and passenger of the van, two white boys, college, probably pulled into the weeds by their long hair. They were head to head. The younger one, smaller one had his back broken, and had been hand choked. You could still see the handprints on his neck. The other, could have been his big brother was on his stomach, pants down, neck pulled back so he stared at the sky, fucked, raped. Figure he let the little brother watch with a snapped spine while he raped and snapped the neck on his big brother, then killed the boy after. This guy was nasty. We caught up with the van, like I say about ten miles later.”
“There are about 8 of us. I’m the best fighter, but this guy Kyle was just about up to my standard. We catch up to Jemal. He turns and looks at us. Bounces his pecs and laughs at us. Then Jemal fucking rushed us. He grabbed Kyle and held him up against his body, facing us. That wasn’t the smartest negotiation tactic… ‘You back off or I’ll snap his neck,’ Jemal says.
“What’d you do?”
“Shot him with tranquilizer darts, but Jemal snapped that terrified Kyle’s neck. Just tightened up his grip as he was holdin’ him. He went down… with this boy buried in his chest. You know he had biceps like bowling balls and they seized up, pulled that terrified boy’s neck up hard against his chest. Fucking guy might have had his head crushed in between those pecs.”
“We pulled Kyle out of Jemal’s arms, heard the neck crack again. Then we moved Jemal like a lightly sleeping Grizzly. Took him to the basement of the main house where they had set up a cage. And they kept him caged, at least as long as they could. He got his hands through the bars about up to the wrist where his forearms bulged out and he somehow tricked the stupid little guy we had guarding him up near, reached through, grabbed his shirt and lifted him up crushing his larynx. Anyway, pretty soon after that they put him in an exhibition fight. Jemal against Bear, who used to do my job.”
“Who won?”
“Bear was a mountain. You ever see that wrestler Goldberg? He was like that. Shaved head, all neck and lats. That is one neck no one is going to break. Jemal stayed in it for a good 3 or 4 minutes but he was starved and dehydrated. He looked crazed. He got a good bicep clamped across Bear’s face once but Bear just picked Jemal up… like a doll you know. Bear lifted him up, dropped him across his knee, pushed him to the ground and folded him backwards, Jemal screaming and crying. Snap, snap, snap screaming and screaming…. snap. I heard four snaps. Last one was his thick neck. That’s when Jemal stopped screaming”
“Now Bear…that was muscle, cause Jemal was all muscle. You know, he should… should have been called… he looked more like a silo than a bear. Massive fuck.”
“So what happened to Bear?”
“This is a peculiar place. You get peculiar types, I mean, some guys are here for their jobs, some not.”
He looked at me as though asking which I was.
“Bear not a consummate professional?’
“Bear was a straight guy, ex-wife, whores all over and kids in his wake.”
“Yeah? You’re saying….”
“Bear got caught doing something to a paying client, let’s say raping. Then on top of that he pins the guy that finds him with one hand on his throat while he finishes raping the paying client. Sick, huh?”
“Makes the guy watch him. Then he snuffs both of them at the same time. One crushed neck, one snapped.”
“They just shot him. Couldn’t do anything else but that. Now that was sick, huh?”
“Things are hard to call,” I said, thinking that rape can hardly equate with this lucrative organized mass murder.