Sins Derived From Survival
Authored By: Bradley Chapline
Aug 2024
Authored By: Bradley Chapline
Aug 2024
Chapter Four
Preparing For The End Of Life
Preparing For The End Of Life
Dean finally got all of his personal belongings packed in a shopping cart that he had stolen from a local 99 cent store. Dean found a little bolthole on the south end of the community park. He read and read his trusted book until it became too dark to continue reading.
In Ralph Duer's final chapter of his book he made it abundantly clear that perpetual victims are people that have a victimhood mindset that becomes a central part of their identity.
Ralph Duer knew that people with this mindset believe that one's life is entirely under the control of forces outside oneself, such as fate, luck, or the mercy of other people.
In his book, Duer strongly reminded the reader of their typically submissive nature by experiencing a variety of emotions such as, helplessness, passivity, loss of control, pessimism, negative thinking, guilt, shame, self-blame and depression.
Duer continued on in his straightforward manner making it clear that those who remain in a ditch of self-pity should definitely consider suicide.
Duer emboldened some of his final sayings by telling his readers that no one is going to be empathetic and or acknowledge that a perpetual victim has faced extremely painful events in their past.
Ralph Duer went on to write that there likely comes a time when every wavering, wishy-washy person's only way to continue living is to devise acts of evil derived for what were once simple exploits from their constant, often ignored, struggles throughout their daily lives. Dean saw himself at this same crossroad.
Both Mr. and Mrs. Richardson needed a vacation. All the chaos that had erupted on Dean's prom night was just too much stress for them. They locked their house up tight and took a plane to Honolulu, Hawaii for a one week stay.
While Dean suffered from elements of traumatic brain injury, he was still no fool. When he had been living peacefully at the Richardson home, he had gone, undetected, into their kitchen's junk drawer. Dean had taken an extra key to every gate and door on the Richardson property.
In Dean's plans of evil, he was about to burglarize the Richardsons home. Dean looked over the five rifles in the gun cabinet. He would choose the AR-15. Dean also took a supply of ammo clips and bullets. Dean also took over a thousand dollars in cash that was stashed in a dresser drawer.
Dean stood in awe at the AR-15 rifle he had stolen from Mr. Richardson. He went back into the den and collected all the books and magazines he could find on the AR-15 rifle. Dean made himself comfortable in Mr. Richardson's executive chair. Dean began reading.
Dean had a wealth of information at his fingertips. For instance, Dean learned that the AR-15 rifle is one of the most popular rifles in America. It has been the common denominator in some of the country's worst mass shootings. Dean smiled. Dean then discovered that the AR-15 rifle would be able to fire multiple shots in quick succession. Again, Dean smiled. This was precisely the type of weapon Dean wanted to utilize.
Dean had just turned eighteen, therefore, he was now eligible to sign up for a one day training session in stance, grip, sight alignment, sight picture, breathing, trigger control, and the follow through on a rifle.
Over the phone Dean had signed up for an afternoon class. This meant that Dean, without a drivers license, would have to steal Mr. Richardson's car from the garage. But Dean pretty much knew how to drive since he rode with Mr. Richardson on many occasions. Dean watched and learned how to operate the motor vehicle while obeying all traffic laws.
In the rifle training class, Dean did exceptionally well, even though he had a migraine headache and felt at times as if he could black out. But, the class wasn't over yet. There was a live fire exercise. As Dean's migraine headache worsened, Dean held firm and completed the course. He mumbled to himself, “Ralph Duer would have been proud of me today.”
Dean made it all the way back to Richardson's home without getting caught. Once Dean had secured himself inside the house, Dean took hold of the AR-15 and kissed the barrel of the rifle. He made it his birthday present, for an occasion that no one else gave a damn about.
The Richardsons would be back from vacation in just a few more days. However, in just another day the senior high school would sponsor a "farewell dance" for the just graduated senior class. This was to be Dean's target for his mass shooting. But first, Dean wanted to murder his mother. This evening Dean walked to her slum house. He was armed with one of Mr. Richardson's .38 caliber handguns. Dean had the gun concealed inside of his light windbreaker jacket.
Dean was shocked when he walked into his mother’s bedroom. There were three black men with her on the bed. One black man had his penis in his mother's mouth. The second black man had his penis inside of his mother's vagina. The third black man was just sitting on the bed watching the sexual activity. When Dean pulled out the handgun, the black man sitting on the bed got up and lunged at Dean. But, Dean fired, hitting the man in his chest. He appeared to be dead as he lay motionless on the floor. The other two black men and his mother all begged for their lives. But, Dean shot and killed the two black men first, and then he finished off his mother.
The murder of Dean's mother was special.. One shot went into her private area, and the second bullet was aimed into her mouth. The third shot went into her chest, just to make sure she was dead.
No one in the neighborhood had called the police after the multiple gun shots were fired.
It was normal for neighborhood kids to set off booming illegal fireworks all during the year. The police had received so many inaccurate calls for an active shooter, they just stopped responding to those type calls. It worked into where the community quit calling the police to respond.
Dean walked away from the crime scene free and unscathed, and then proceeded back to the Richardsons' home.
Dean was now preparing for his shooting rampage tomorrow night at the senior high school. He figured many of the school’s bullies and their girlfriends would be there.
Dean would have only one weapon, the AR-15 rifle. He would have one magazine loaded with a maximum of thirty rounds, and five more magazines loaded with thirty rounds each in his backpack. Dean would be wearing a black skull cap, a black shirt, black trousers and gloves. Underneath his shirt Dean was wearing Mr. Richardson’s newly designed flak vest. It was supposed to keep most of the bullets on the market from penetrating into a human body.
At dusk, action time was nearing, and Dean wasn’t nervous at all. He had great faith in Ralph Duer’s book. Dean moved furtively all along the back roads to his former high school. He watched from a distance as his one-time classmates, all dressed in formal attire, filed into the front entrance of the high school. As the guest arrivals thinned to near zero, Dean made his way up close to the front of the school. When the path to the gymnasium appeared clear, Dean could hear the music playing. Dean slowly moved to the gymnasium’s concourse, high above the gym’s basketball court. Once Dean was identified holding a rifle, panic took hold of the celebration. Dean first took aim at the bully who had beaten him most. He fired and hit him in the right shoulder. His second shot went astray. Dean’s third shot was pure luck. The principal of the school was running for cover, but surprisingly, was shot just above his left ear lobe. Dean’s fourth round found its way into the principal’s face. Dean then began wildly firing towards the rest of the partygoers who were running for the lower level exits. Dean’s total count of wounded people shot was at approximately eight. Only the principal of the school died.
Dean heard all the police sirens in the distance. He knew they were all coming for him. Dean snuck out of the high school and made it back to Richardson's home, using the same route he took when he came to the high school earlier that night. There were no calls to the Richardson house. No police activity was around the house. Nothing. Dean went to lie down on the living room sofa and fell asleep.
The next day in the midafternoon, the Richardson’s arrived back home from Hawaii. They took a taxi cab from the airport to their home. When the cab pulled up in front of their house, Mr. Richardson got a very concerned look on his face. He saw Dean’s stolen 99 cent store cart on the side of their house. Mr. Richardson had already heard about the mass shooting that had taken place last night at the Dennis Rivers Senior High School. Mr. Richardson’s instincts told him that Dean had been the active shooter at the high school on the previous night.
He called the police. There was a massive police response to Richardsons' home. The incident commander, via a bullhorn, instructed Dean to come out of the house, unarmed, with his hands up. There was no answer. The incident commander tried three more times. Still, no answer from Dean.
The incident commander then asked Mr. Richardson how best his officers could get inside his house. “You can’t”, replied Mr. Richardson. “My house is that fortified.” The incident commander then called in an agency mental health therapist.
Upon her arrival at the scene, the mental health therapist identified herself and asked Dean by bullhorn to answer the house phone. She was calling him by way of her departmental cell phone.
Dean answered. The two talked for the longest time. And then suddenly, Dean came out the front door with his hands up in the air. The therapist’s partner, a mental health custody specialist, came up to Dean and placed him in handcuffs. They took Dean away in a mental health vehicle, not a police car.
Dean was placed in the same community mental health recovery center where he had been committed during his earlier years. To say the least, Dean was glad to be home, even if it was in the lockdown area of the facility where severely troubled patients were housed.
The local district court found Dean mentally incompetent to stand trial.
Dean had won. He was home in his community mental health recovery center, with likely no chances of ever being released. Especially when police uncovered the murders of his mother, and three black men.
Dean would forever be indebted to the author and book, entitled, “Sins Derived From Survival”.
END OF STORY
In Ralph Duer's final chapter of his book he made it abundantly clear that perpetual victims are people that have a victimhood mindset that becomes a central part of their identity.
Ralph Duer knew that people with this mindset believe that one's life is entirely under the control of forces outside oneself, such as fate, luck, or the mercy of other people.
In his book, Duer strongly reminded the reader of their typically submissive nature by experiencing a variety of emotions such as, helplessness, passivity, loss of control, pessimism, negative thinking, guilt, shame, self-blame and depression.
Duer continued on in his straightforward manner making it clear that those who remain in a ditch of self-pity should definitely consider suicide.
Duer emboldened some of his final sayings by telling his readers that no one is going to be empathetic and or acknowledge that a perpetual victim has faced extremely painful events in their past.
Ralph Duer went on to write that there likely comes a time when every wavering, wishy-washy person's only way to continue living is to devise acts of evil derived for what were once simple exploits from their constant, often ignored, struggles throughout their daily lives. Dean saw himself at this same crossroad.
Both Mr. and Mrs. Richardson needed a vacation. All the chaos that had erupted on Dean's prom night was just too much stress for them. They locked their house up tight and took a plane to Honolulu, Hawaii for a one week stay.
While Dean suffered from elements of traumatic brain injury, he was still no fool. When he had been living peacefully at the Richardson home, he had gone, undetected, into their kitchen's junk drawer. Dean had taken an extra key to every gate and door on the Richardson property.
In Dean's plans of evil, he was about to burglarize the Richardsons home. Dean looked over the five rifles in the gun cabinet. He would choose the AR-15. Dean also took a supply of ammo clips and bullets. Dean also took over a thousand dollars in cash that was stashed in a dresser drawer.
Dean stood in awe at the AR-15 rifle he had stolen from Mr. Richardson. He went back into the den and collected all the books and magazines he could find on the AR-15 rifle. Dean made himself comfortable in Mr. Richardson's executive chair. Dean began reading.
Dean had a wealth of information at his fingertips. For instance, Dean learned that the AR-15 rifle is one of the most popular rifles in America. It has been the common denominator in some of the country's worst mass shootings. Dean smiled. Dean then discovered that the AR-15 rifle would be able to fire multiple shots in quick succession. Again, Dean smiled. This was precisely the type of weapon Dean wanted to utilize.
Dean had just turned eighteen, therefore, he was now eligible to sign up for a one day training session in stance, grip, sight alignment, sight picture, breathing, trigger control, and the follow through on a rifle.
Over the phone Dean had signed up for an afternoon class. This meant that Dean, without a drivers license, would have to steal Mr. Richardson's car from the garage. But Dean pretty much knew how to drive since he rode with Mr. Richardson on many occasions. Dean watched and learned how to operate the motor vehicle while obeying all traffic laws.
In the rifle training class, Dean did exceptionally well, even though he had a migraine headache and felt at times as if he could black out. But, the class wasn't over yet. There was a live fire exercise. As Dean's migraine headache worsened, Dean held firm and completed the course. He mumbled to himself, “Ralph Duer would have been proud of me today.”
Dean made it all the way back to Richardson's home without getting caught. Once Dean had secured himself inside the house, Dean took hold of the AR-15 and kissed the barrel of the rifle. He made it his birthday present, for an occasion that no one else gave a damn about.
The Richardsons would be back from vacation in just a few more days. However, in just another day the senior high school would sponsor a "farewell dance" for the just graduated senior class. This was to be Dean's target for his mass shooting. But first, Dean wanted to murder his mother. This evening Dean walked to her slum house. He was armed with one of Mr. Richardson's .38 caliber handguns. Dean had the gun concealed inside of his light windbreaker jacket.
Dean was shocked when he walked into his mother’s bedroom. There were three black men with her on the bed. One black man had his penis in his mother's mouth. The second black man had his penis inside of his mother's vagina. The third black man was just sitting on the bed watching the sexual activity. When Dean pulled out the handgun, the black man sitting on the bed got up and lunged at Dean. But, Dean fired, hitting the man in his chest. He appeared to be dead as he lay motionless on the floor. The other two black men and his mother all begged for their lives. But, Dean shot and killed the two black men first, and then he finished off his mother.
The murder of Dean's mother was special.. One shot went into her private area, and the second bullet was aimed into her mouth. The third shot went into her chest, just to make sure she was dead.
No one in the neighborhood had called the police after the multiple gun shots were fired.
It was normal for neighborhood kids to set off booming illegal fireworks all during the year. The police had received so many inaccurate calls for an active shooter, they just stopped responding to those type calls. It worked into where the community quit calling the police to respond.
Dean walked away from the crime scene free and unscathed, and then proceeded back to the Richardsons' home.
Dean was now preparing for his shooting rampage tomorrow night at the senior high school. He figured many of the school’s bullies and their girlfriends would be there.
Dean would have only one weapon, the AR-15 rifle. He would have one magazine loaded with a maximum of thirty rounds, and five more magazines loaded with thirty rounds each in his backpack. Dean would be wearing a black skull cap, a black shirt, black trousers and gloves. Underneath his shirt Dean was wearing Mr. Richardson’s newly designed flak vest. It was supposed to keep most of the bullets on the market from penetrating into a human body.
At dusk, action time was nearing, and Dean wasn’t nervous at all. He had great faith in Ralph Duer’s book. Dean moved furtively all along the back roads to his former high school. He watched from a distance as his one-time classmates, all dressed in formal attire, filed into the front entrance of the high school. As the guest arrivals thinned to near zero, Dean made his way up close to the front of the school. When the path to the gymnasium appeared clear, Dean could hear the music playing. Dean slowly moved to the gymnasium’s concourse, high above the gym’s basketball court. Once Dean was identified holding a rifle, panic took hold of the celebration. Dean first took aim at the bully who had beaten him most. He fired and hit him in the right shoulder. His second shot went astray. Dean’s third shot was pure luck. The principal of the school was running for cover, but surprisingly, was shot just above his left ear lobe. Dean’s fourth round found its way into the principal’s face. Dean then began wildly firing towards the rest of the partygoers who were running for the lower level exits. Dean’s total count of wounded people shot was at approximately eight. Only the principal of the school died.
Dean heard all the police sirens in the distance. He knew they were all coming for him. Dean snuck out of the high school and made it back to Richardson's home, using the same route he took when he came to the high school earlier that night. There were no calls to the Richardson house. No police activity was around the house. Nothing. Dean went to lie down on the living room sofa and fell asleep.
The next day in the midafternoon, the Richardson’s arrived back home from Hawaii. They took a taxi cab from the airport to their home. When the cab pulled up in front of their house, Mr. Richardson got a very concerned look on his face. He saw Dean’s stolen 99 cent store cart on the side of their house. Mr. Richardson had already heard about the mass shooting that had taken place last night at the Dennis Rivers Senior High School. Mr. Richardson’s instincts told him that Dean had been the active shooter at the high school on the previous night.
He called the police. There was a massive police response to Richardsons' home. The incident commander, via a bullhorn, instructed Dean to come out of the house, unarmed, with his hands up. There was no answer. The incident commander tried three more times. Still, no answer from Dean.
The incident commander then asked Mr. Richardson how best his officers could get inside his house. “You can’t”, replied Mr. Richardson. “My house is that fortified.” The incident commander then called in an agency mental health therapist.
Upon her arrival at the scene, the mental health therapist identified herself and asked Dean by bullhorn to answer the house phone. She was calling him by way of her departmental cell phone.
Dean answered. The two talked for the longest time. And then suddenly, Dean came out the front door with his hands up in the air. The therapist’s partner, a mental health custody specialist, came up to Dean and placed him in handcuffs. They took Dean away in a mental health vehicle, not a police car.
Dean was placed in the same community mental health recovery center where he had been committed during his earlier years. To say the least, Dean was glad to be home, even if it was in the lockdown area of the facility where severely troubled patients were housed.
The local district court found Dean mentally incompetent to stand trial.
Dean had won. He was home in his community mental health recovery center, with likely no chances of ever being released. Especially when police uncovered the murders of his mother, and three black men.
Dean would forever be indebted to the author and book, entitled, “Sins Derived From Survival”.
END OF STORY
Acknowledgements: Thank you to all the mental health staff across America who provided me invaluable assistance in the writing of Sins Derived From Survival . They are, psychologists, psychiatrists, social workers, psychotherapists, physician assistants, addiction counselors, paramedics, occupational therapists, and range instructors.
A special thank you to my wife of over forty years in her tireless efforts in editing not only, Sins Derived From Survival, but also the many other short stories I have written over the years. I surely couldn't have done any of this without her.
A special thank you to my wife of over forty years in her tireless efforts in editing not only, Sins Derived From Survival, but also the many other short stories I have written over the years. I surely couldn't have done any of this without her.
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