Conversation Pieces VII: Helter Skelter


By: Wayne Brown

(Writer’s Note: For those of you who have not read any of the vignettes in my series, “Conversation Pieces”, I urge to go back and start at the beginning and read all of seven of them. They are all stand alone pieces but are all written in the manner of inserting myself into the character portrayed and offering up only the one side of the conversation taking place. In doing so, I create a slightly different set of circumstances for each reader’s imagination.)

“Let me out of here,” I say to no one in particular. It is a phrase I have repeated for hours on end now. I sit in the cold darkness of this padded, locked keep somewhere deep in the bowels of an asylum in which I have been incarcerated for many years now. My arms are bound around my sides and buckled tightly to my back with the straight jacket employed to keep me from doing physical harm to myself. I scream the phrase once more knowing that no one is coming to my aid but hoping someone will be irritated to no end by my unceasing rant.

“How does a man come here?” One might wonder as he watches my pitiful ranting in the darkness of this foam-padded, mental hell. A man comes here because he fails to convince those who judge him that he is of sound mind and reason. A judge and jury find that he is unfit for mental reasons to stand trial for the crimes against humanity for which he was accused. His ability to defend himself washes down the drain with that judgment. He is no longer accused but guilty of his crime although subject to a different form of punishment.

“Can you imagine how it feels to have all about you believe that you are insane?” Every word that emanates from your being comes forth with caution lest you be perceived even crazier than you were first declared. It is not just the judge and the jury. No my friend, once the judgment is issued even the lawyer who was hired to defend you is nodding his head in agreement. The doctors, nurses, aides, every single soul looks at me with those eyes that say, “We know you are crazy and we know you are a killer too.”

My only joy for the years that I have been here is knowing the fear in their hearts when they remind themselves that I have killed; that I have directed and controlled others to kill; that I have taken the lives of begging men, beautiful women, and yes, even that of an unborn child. I look straight into their eyes deep into their souls and I feel their fear. I feel their heart tremble knowing that I am capable of killing, knowing that I have had the experience and am capable of the act. I see them sweat a bit as they come close in their work. I hear them pray for their own welfare.

There are those among you who might describe me as the most feared man alive today. You have witnessed the cruelty of my work splashed upon the pages of newspaper print. You have seen the pictures of the bloody walls with names and phrases scrawled in the red, dripping ink of life. You have seen those who listen to my rants and followed me into the mouth of hell. You have seen those things and it makes you cold inside so much so that you must turn away. It is a coldness that can only be felt in death yet I bring it to you in this life. It’s no wonder I am feared.

Some say that I am living proof of the existence of Satan. For all I know they may be right, but I have no proof of that fact. Yes, men and women have followed me and acted under my direction in the most gruesome, sordid ways. Yes, I have exercised the power of death over innocent people and laughed in the face of authority when accused of the ugly act. Yes, I have tormented the souls of men, women, and children with the fear I bring upon their hearts. Just the mention of my name is enough to start it all again. Though the years past have been many, the mention of my name, the image of my face, strikes ice cold fear in the souls of all who encounter it.

Of course you might wonder what a man of such great powers that I possess is doing allowing the chains of the common people to hold me in their keep. Why do I not throw off the chains and make my escape into the night? One can only wonder. Never doubt that I can. I am quite capable of that act just like all the others that I have carried out in the past. But I also reserve the right and the judgment as to when that act will be exercised though you can rest quite assured that it will. It will come in due time. But only after I have let the hands of common man rend its tortures on me to such a degree that my rage is at such a burning crescendo that the flame of hate will surely never die. And then, and only then, will I perform the act.

Mankind will eventually pay for the deeds it has laid at my feet. One day, you people will realize that you must try a man for his crimes and you must punish the man to the extent of his crimes. I expected no less yet I find myself declared a crazy man and cast into a darkness isolated from my fellow man by the mark of insanity placed upon my head. I am seen as unable to reason; incapable of showing my deep intelligence; unable to have a simple conversation. For, you see, I have been declared insane and incapable by the cowardice of common man.

For you see my friends, I appear but a mortal in this aging body of a man. But deep within it lives the ugliness and rage of the hellhounds of the earth. Once unleashed of these bonds, my anger will burn upon your souls and I will watch each and every one of you burn in the eternal fires of hell while I scrawl your name on the walls of dungeons with the dripping blood of your own body. The fact that I said it makes it so, for I am Charlie Manson, giver of life and death.

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Minnetonka Twin 6 years ago from Minnesota

Incredible writing here Wayne. I like the way you write as if your Charles. I will go back and read your other writings. Very chilling thoughts of a mad man.

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Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas Author

@Minnetonka Twin...This is one of the toughest approaches to writing for me because I have to try to put myself in the mind of the other is a tiring process but rewarding when it works. Thanks for the good words. WB

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breakfastpop 6 years ago

Fascinating piece of writing Wayne. Is there no end to your talent?

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Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas Author

@breakfastpop...I can cook too, Poppy! LOL! Thanks for the nice words, I do appreciate it. I think my talents hit their limit when it comes to making money with this stuff. By the time I am discovered, I'll be too old to write! LOL! WB

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lisadpreston 6 years ago from Columbus, Ohio

I think you have Charlie pegged with his thinking. He certainly is his biggest fan and gives himself far more credit than he deserves. If He really only had that much power. He's just another piece of slime that preyed on the weakness of troubled girls to do his dirty work. Coward that he really is. Excellent writing.

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Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas Author

@lisadpreston...Charlie is definitely full of himself and I think at times he sincerely believes his own press. He is the epitamy of insanity yet feels he is wrongly incarcerated as an intellectual and possibly an agent of a greater being. LOL! Thanks for the good comments! WB

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saddlerider1 6 years ago

This is a demon living out his madness and just as so he is there than not in the streets of America. He should never see the light of day.

I believe America should have put this monster to death from the start, instead he becomes another tax payer burden like so many in penal institutions who should be horizontal in their graves. Great write Wayne, very riveting and chilling, and revenge still lurks in every word.

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Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas Author

@saddlerider1...So true, Ken. It is hard to argue his sanity yet he is shrewd enough to know that insanity is the only thing keeping him alive. For his deeds, death could not come slow enough. Although he is a taxpayer burden (typical California entitlement), his death will likely come slow and long overdue for his victims. Thanks for your good words. WB

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Truckstop Sally 5 years ago

This one actually gives me an ache in my stomach. . . . while I scrawl your name on the walls of dungeons with the dripping blood of your own body.

Locking my doors, bringing in the dog, and turning on the alarm tonight.

You can truly make your audience feel joy, pain, terror . . .

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Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas Author

@Truckstop Sally...Sorry you had to discover this one at such a time of night, Amy. i wrote this one after lunch one day in a single just came out. It is in no way a reflection who I am but in every way my ability to feel the soul of Charles Manson and writer of it....get some sleep, Charlie' locked up! WB PS...this may be the type of stuff you find yourself writing about with your new character1 LOL!

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wychic 5 years ago from Sheridan, Wyoming

Great hub! I remember my first real introduction to Charles Manson -- a late-night thing on Biography or the History Channel or something. Obviously I knew his name before then, but the actual events pre-date my time -- an eye-opener, to be sure. Sadly, there are few acts of depraved or severely disordered human minds that are a surprise anymore.

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Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas Author

@wychic...Thank you. I have 13 of these in the series at present. I have a couple more written but not yet published. All are written from a prespective of placing myself into the head of the person I am writing about. It is a bit exhaustive as you have to train your brain to think in their terms...thus the grandiose perspective of Charlie Manson. Hope that you will go back and read some of the others as well. Thanks for the great feedback! WB

Pmic 4 years ago

Reading this I start to feel a little sorry for the young people who indeed followed Charlie into the mouth of Hell. The one's in jail, and even Linda Kasabian who was the girl who was in the car but never killed anyone (refused to, even) and testified against them all. She eventually turned herself in but during the killings she didn't call police, even though she did beg them to stop. She's out in the world and supposedly living in her own private hell.

Good writing.

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Wayne Brown 4 years ago from Texas Author

Charlie Manson is a shining example, along with David Kersha, of just how many sheep there are out in the world so starved for leadership and direction. They latch on to the first fool who shows any propensity to lead. No doubt drugs had their effect in this scenario but the image and mind of Charles Manson is forever symbolic of what happens when people get crazy. Thanks much. WB

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Wayne Brown 4 years ago from Texas Author

Make that David Karesh! LOL!

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