#Mark Kilroy

[dailyunsolvedmysteries-movedd]

The Satanic Beheading of Mark Kilroy

Heading into March of 1989, Mark Kilroy was a pretty average 21-year old college student at the University of Texas. For Spring Break he and some of his friends decided to make an adventure out of it. This year, they decided to go big, and vacation along the Texas-Mexico border in an area called South Padre Island.

For the first couple of nights, they decided to stick close to the place they were staying, enjoying themselves along the beach and at nearby bars. But that Sunday, they decided to cross the U.S.-Mexico border, and visit some foreign soil for an evening. They had such a good time, in fact, that they decided to do the same thing the following night - March 13th, 1989. Several hours later, as everyone began stumbling back home - intoxicated, no doubt - Mark’s friends realized that he wasn’t anywhere to be found. In the parade of college students crossing the border, heading back to flophouses and rental homes, he had gotten separated from his friends. The following morning, Mark failed to show up or call any of them, and he was reported missing to local police.

Mark Kilroy seemed to have disappeared straight into thin air. His case struggled to gain any headway but then Mark’s case was featured on “America’s Most Wanted,” where it gained international recognition, but his case would remain rudderless… until the following month.

On April 1st, 1989, south of the Mexican border, a vehicle blew through a routine traffic checkpoint. Police followed the vehicle to its destination: a ranch house out in Santa Elena. Police detained the driver, and conducted a compulsory search of the home. There, they found a large amount of narcotics… as well as items which, they believed, were occult in-nature.

About a week later, police returned to the ranch house, and conducted a more thorough scan. They believed the home might have been used for drug dealing, and arrested everyone that was present: not only the people living on the property, but farm workers as well.

While questioning everyone involved, a farmhand confessed that he had seen the missing college student on the ranch - a young man he later identified as Mark Kilroy. Obviously, this intrigued investigators, who had grown perplexed over the disappearance of the American college student.

Further interrogations yielded even more answers. Albeit, terrifying answers.

One of the other people that law enforcement had detained told investigators that they were part of a drug-dealing cult, which had sacrificed Mark Kilroy during one of their rituals. He was one of their most recent victims, but he most definitely wasn’t their first.

The cult, this detainee claimed, was led by a young man named Adolfo Constanzo.

Constanzo was just 26 years old: a charismatic young man that his followers had nicknamed “The Godfather.” He had grown up in a mixed religious household, with one parent practicing Catholicism and the other, voodoo. Because of this, he had grown up with a warped sense of religion, which continued to evolve during his adolescence.

When he began dealing drugs, Constanzo began to incorporate his skewed religious beliefs, which derived heavily from Palo Mayombe - a religion that utilizes sacrificial offerings. Constanzo and his followers began making animal sacrifices to increase their luck… but as time went on, and their business dealings got bigger and bigger, they decided that bigger risks were necessary.

About a year before the death of Mark Kilroy, this group had purchased a home out in Santa Elena, and began sacrificing humans. At first, they targeted victims who wouldn’t be missed -primarily, the homeless and nameless - but then the decision was made to go after someone with a “good” brain, as some followers would later describe.

An American; in particular, a good-looking, educated American. Mark Kilroy.

Mark had been singled out by Constanzo and his followers as he walked towards the border. They pulled up in a truck and asked him if he wanted a ride home; and when he got close enough, two men jumped out and threw him into the vehicle. Kilroy, because of his size and athleticism, was actually able to break free and escape… but another vehicle was waiting to stop him and complete the kidnapping.

Taking 21-year old Mark Kilroy back to the ranch house, Constanzo and his followers proceeded to torture and dismember the young man for several hours. You can look up the details online, but… to save you the misery, let me just say that it was rough. Approximately twelve hours after being detained, Mark Kilroy was killed by Constanzo via machete; and several of his body parts were then harvested to complete the ritual.

After his death, Mark Kilroy’s remains were disposed of, and buried along the fifteen or so other victims that Constanzo and his followers had sacrificed in the preceding months.

Adolfo Constanzo and a handful of his followers managed to elude capture for several weeks, having been betrayed by some of their own following the drug bust at their ranch home. But the next month - May of 1989 - found the rest of the group cornered in a Mexico City apartment. Constanzo prepared to go out shooting, but quickly ran out of ammunition and cowardly asked one of his followers to shoot him. His follower obliged, ending Adolfo Constanzo’s life before he could face justice.

The remaining members of Constanzo’s group were arrested, charged, and eventually convicted for the murder of Mark Kilroy (among others). Some have since passed away, while others remain behind bars.

The death of Mark Kilroy remains a tragic example of religion-gone-awry: spiritual beliefs distorted by eager psychopaths. And, for many that bought into the Satanic Panic scare of the 1980’s, it might have even felt like vindication: proof that their worst fears were becoming a reality.

Despite the family and loved ones of Mark Kilroy receiving answers, they had to learn the horrible truth about Mark’s final hours… hours marked by pain and misery. However, at least they were able to give the young man’s story some closure, and were able to rest easy knowing that the offenders would not hurt anyone else’s son, brother, and friend.

For other victims, those answers - and that closure - simply don’t exist.

[letsgethaunted]

The Ritual Sacrifice of Mark Kilroy

An All-American teen goes on a Spring Break trip to Mexico, only to become the unwitting murder victim of a dark magic drug cartel.

[webweabings]

MY SLEEPS ARE CURSED WITH NIGHTMARES

“Beautiful Redemption” (Caster Chronicles series), by Kami García and Margaret Stogl; // “Scrape” (Reveler series), by Erin Kellison; // “House of Leaves”, by Mark Z. Danielewski; // Stephen King; // “The Song of Achilles”, by Madaline Miller; // “Dead Toad Scrolls”, by Kilroy J. Oldster; // “Mockingjay” (The Hunger Games series), by Suzanne Collins; // “Watching you Without Me”, by Lynn Coady; // “Jack, Lucid Dreamer”, by David J. Naiman; // Nanette L. Avery; // Kimberly Brockman; // Anthony T. Hincks

[morbidology]

When considering human sacrifices, the concept often seems more suited for a movie plot than a grim reality. Unfortunately, in 1989, Mark Kilroy, a 21-year-old student from the University of Texas, learned firsthand how tragically real such practices could be. Kilroy was on spring break with university friends in Matamoros, Mexico, when he mysteriously vanished during an outing to local bars.

Cross-border authorities initiated an extensive search for Kilroy, but their efforts yielded no results, causing the case to go cold. It was only reopened when Serafin Hernandez, a Mexican national, evaded a police checkpoint, prompting a pursuit that led to a remote ranch named Rancho Santa Elena. Investigation revealed that this ranch served as the headquarters for a drug-smuggling cult led by Adolfo de Jesus Constanzo. This cult engaged in bloodthirsty rituals, seeking supernatural protection through the sacrifice of a human victim, whose heart and brain were then cooked and consumed by the members.

An excavation of the ranch on April 11, 1989, brought to light the mutilated body of Mark Kilroy along with 14 other victims. While Constanzo and some cult members managed to escape the ranch, they ultimately took their own lives as authorities closed in on them. The shocking discovery highlighted the gruesome reality of human sacrifices perpetrated by this drug-smuggling cult in Matamoros.

[dailyunsolvedmysteries]

The Satanic Beheading of Mark Kilroy

Heading into March of 1989, Mark Kilroy was a pretty average 21-year old college student at the University of Texas. For Spring Break he and some of his friends decided to make an adventure out of it. This year, they decided to go big, and vacation along the Texas-Mexico border in an area called South Padre Island.

For the first couple of nights, they decided to stick close to the place they were staying, enjoying themselves along the beach and at nearby bars. But that Sunday, they decided to cross the U.S.-Mexico border, and visit some foreign soil for an evening. They had such a good time, in fact, that they decided to do the same thing the following night - March 13th, 1989. Several hours later, as everyone began stumbling back home - intoxicated, no doubt - Mark's friends realized that he wasn't anywhere to be found. In the parade of college students crossing the border, heading back to flophouses and rental homes, he had gotten separated from his friends. The following morning, Mark failed to show up or call any of them, and he was reported missing to local police.

Mark Kilroy seemed to have disappeared straight into thin air. His case struggled to gain any headway but then Mark's case was featured on "America's Most Wanted," where it gained international recognition, but his case would remain rudderless... until the following month.

On April 1st, 1989, south of the Mexican border, a vehicle blew through a routine traffic checkpoint. Police followed the vehicle to its destination: a ranch house out in Santa Elena. Police detained the driver, and conducted a compulsory search of the home. There, they found a large amount of narcotics... as well as items which, they believed, were occult in-nature.

About a week later, police returned to the ranch house, and conducted a more thorough scan. They believed the home might have been used for drug dealing, and arrested everyone that was present: not only the people living on the property, but farm workers as well.

While questioning everyone involved, a farmhand confessed that he had seen the missing college student on the ranch - a young man he later identified as Mark Kilroy. Obviously, this intrigued investigators, who had grown perplexed over the disappearance of the American college student.

Further interrogations yielded even more answers. Albeit, terrifying answers.

One of the other people that law enforcement had detained told investigators that they were part of a drug-dealing cult, which had sacrificed Mark Kilroy during one of their rituals. He was one of their most recent victims, but he most definitely wasn't their first.

The cult, this detainee claimed, was led by a young man named Adolfo Constanzo.

Constanzo was just 26 years old: a charismatic young man that his followers had nicknamed "The Godfather." He had grown up in a mixed religious household, with one parent practicing Catholicism and the other, voodoo. Because of this, he had grown up with a warped sense of religion, which continued to evolve during his adolescence.

When he began dealing drugs, Constanzo began to incorporate his skewed religious beliefs, which derived heavily from Palo Mayombe - a religion that utilizes sacrificial offerings. Constanzo and his followers began making animal sacrifices to increase their luck... but as time went on, and their business dealings got bigger and bigger, they decided that bigger risks were necessary.

About a year before the death of Mark Kilroy, this group had purchased a home out in Santa Elena, and began sacrificing humans. At first, they targeted victims who wouldn't be missed -primarily, the homeless and nameless - but then the decision was made to go after someone with a "good" brain, as some followers would later describe.

An American; in particular, a good-looking, educated American. Mark Kilroy.

Mark had been singled out by Constanzo and his followers as he walked towards the border. They pulled up in a truck and asked him if he wanted a ride home; and when he got close enough, two men jumped out and threw him into the vehicle. Kilroy, because of his size and athleticism, was actually able to break free and escape... but another vehicle was waiting to stop him and complete the kidnapping.

Taking 21-year old Mark Kilroy back to the ranch house, Constanzo and his followers proceeded to torture and dismember the young man for several hours. You can look up the details online, but... to save you the misery, let me just say that it was rough. Approximately twelve hours after being detained, Mark Kilroy was killed by Constanzo via machete; and several of his body parts were then harvested to complete the ritual.

After his death, Mark Kilroy's remains were disposed of, and buried along the fifteen or so other victims that Constanzo and his followers had sacrificed in the preceding months.

Adolfo Constanzo and a handful of his followers managed to elude capture for several weeks, having been betrayed by some of their own following the drug bust at their ranch home. But the next month - May of 1989 - found the rest of the group cornered in a Mexico City apartment. Constanzo prepared to go out shooting, but quickly ran out of ammunition and cowardly asked one of his followers to shoot him. His follower obliged, ending Adolfo Constanzo's life before he could face justice.

The remaining members of Constanzo's group were arrested, charged, and eventually convicted for the murder of Mark Kilroy (among others). Some have since passed away, while others remain behind bars.

The death of Mark Kilroy remains a tragic example of religion-gone-awry: spiritual beliefs distorted by eager psychopaths. And, for many that bought into the Satanic Panic scare of the 1980's, it might have even felt like vindication: proof that their worst fears were becoming a reality.

Despite the family and loved ones of Mark Kilroy receiving answers, they had to learn the horrible truth about Mark's final hours... hours marked by pain and misery. However, at least they were able to give the young man's story some closure, and were able to rest easy knowing that the offenders would not hurt anyone else's son, brother, and friend.

For other victims, those answers - and that closure - simply don't exist.

[1five1two]

Regardless of how low a person stoops, it is never too late to uncover a redemptive epiphany. Can I mine an inspirational ray of motivation from my darkest thoughts that allows me to confront the commonplace disorders and tragic interruptions of life? What physical, mental, and emotional strumming make up the tinderbox that produces the moral tension that gives meaning to the life of an ordinary person? Amongst the chaos, confusion, and compromises that mark existence, how do we go about understanding ourselves? How do we become in touch with our personal band of raw emotions? Does self-transformation commence by admitting illicit impulses, irrational thoughts, disturbing habits, mythic misgivings, and stinted worldview? Do we learn through deconstructing our maverick experiences or through intellectual abstraction? In order to move forward in life, is it sometimes necessary to dissect ourselves? Would it prove helpful systematically to take apart nightmarish experiences that seemly never let go of a person?

Kilroy J. Oldster

[no1-pogi-americano]

Kilroy Was Here: The Story Behind the Iconic WWII Graffiti

WHO WAS KILROY?

For many, especially those born between 1913 and 1950, the name "Kilroy" brings back a flood of memories. This piece of American history is immortalized in stone at the National War Memorial in Washington, DC, hidden away in a small alcove.

So, who was Kilroy?

In 1946, the American Transit Association sponsored a nationwide contest through its radio program, "Speak to America," to find the real Kilroy, offering a prize of a real trolley car. Almost 40 men claimed to be the genuine Kilroy, but only James Kilroy from Halifax, Massachusetts, provided the necessary evidence.

James Kilroy was a 46-year-old shipyard worker during WWII, employed as a checker at the Fore River Shipyard in Quincy. His job involved counting the rivets completed by the riveters, who were paid by the rivet. To prevent double counting, Kilroy marked the inspected rivets with semi-waxed lumber chalk. However, riveters would erase his marks to get paid twice.

To combat this, Kilroy began writing "KILROY WAS HERE" in large letters alongside his check-marks, eventually adding a sketch of a chap with a long nose peering over a fence. This made it difficult for the riveters to erase his marks, and soon, his graffiti began appearing on ships leaving the shipyard.

With the war in full swing, these ships often went unpainted, leaving Kilroy's markings visible to thousands of servicemen who boarded them. The troops, amused and intrigued by the mysterious graffiti, began spreading the "Kilroy was here" message across Europe and the South Pacific, claiming it was already there when they arrived.

Kilroy became a symbol of the U.S. service-men's presence, appearing in unlikely places such as atop Mt. Everest, the Statue of Liberty, the underside of the Arc de Triomphe, and even in the dust on the moon. The legend grew, and it became a challenge for troops to place the logo in the most improbable locations.

In 1945, during the Potsdam Conference, Stalin used an outhouse built for Roosevelt, Stalin, and Churchill. After emerging, he reportedly asked, "Who is Kilroy?"

To prove his authenticity in 1946, James Kilroy brought officials from the shipyard and some riveters to the contest. He won the trolley car, which he gifted to his nine children as a Christmas present, setting it up as a playhouse in their yard in Halifax, Massachusetts.

And so, the tradition of Kilroy continues, a testament to the spirit and humor of the WWII generation. 

The Tradition Continues...Details occurred from Groton historical Society Newsletter

[teameagleworks]

Our family went on a trip to Washington DC this fall, and it was spectacular. While we were visiting the WW2 memorial, we stumbled upon what is probably one of the first memes!

The memorial is stunning! We were questioning the organization of the states and decided to look up the Park Service website to see if we could learn more. This is when we realized that there are 2 "Kilroy was Here" memes etched into the stone.

From the NPS.gov site:

"Kilroy was here”, accompanied by a cartoon drawing of a man looking over a wall, was a popular piece of graffiti drawn by American troops in the Atlantic Theater and then later in the Pacific Theater. It came to be a universal sign that American soldiers had come through an area and left their mark. Eventually, during the war, Kilroy became so popular that this graffiti could be found everywhere. On ship holds, bathrooms, bridges and painted on the shells of Air Force missiles. Its origins most likely come from a British cartoon and the name of an American shipyard inspector. The myths surrounding it are numerous and often center on a German belief that Kilroy was some kind of superspy who could go anywhere he pleased. There are two Kilroy inscriptions hidden in the memorial tucked in the corners of both the Atlantic and Pacific sides of the memorial."

We found both of them after quite a bit of searching! I won't share exactly where they are so you can search them out if you make it to DC as well.

Also, obligatory memorial photos, it really is beautiful.

[loveotomization]

i got unbaaaanned here's an ask: can i get a behind the scenes for (one of) your fav/s akekita scene/s you've written, any fic 👀 like, how did the idea come to you, or some fun fact abt the writing process... if you have anything to share ^^

Thank you for this!! I've been dying to have an excuse to talk about this stuff, you have no idea!

This wasn't exactly what you asked, but I thought I'd mention that people who have read my stuff in general point out my use of off-the-wall metaphors/similes. If anyone enjoys my little flair in doing this, I highly recommend reading the works of Peter Beagle! I shamelessly stole the technique from him and made it my own. I recommend starting off with The Last Unicorn (it's a classic for a reason), but any of his older works share a similar style (A Fine and Private Place, Folk of the Air). I'm not sure that I would be a writer today without him.

Anyway...

-Fun fact: Akechi is easier for me to write than Yusuke. I, too, am very angry inside and probably just need a hug lol It's cathartic. Although, two years of studying art in college actually helps with writing Yusuke, because I don't need to look up art terms.

-In Aesopica, the ending was highly inspired by my favorite Tokyo Ghoul fic, in which Kaneki turns the tables on Tsukiyama in the end (huge content warnings for that TG fic btw). I loved how satisfying the circular nature of it was and wanted to try something similar. I knew the ending I wanted to create right from the first chapter.

I cannot remember how I came up with the fruit bowl to both mark the passing of time, and the decay of their relationship. But go past me for coming up with that! My 2017 brain was the real mvp.

This is also my longest fic and you will not see me write anything this long again lol I just don't have it in me. Shout out to long fic writers, I'll have some of whatever you're snacking on.

I also remember this being something of a vent fic. I was sad and wanted to my faves to be sad together. While I do enjoy supportive akekit, where they both grow together, I also love when they just make each other worse.

-Sliced Halves, Light Syrup, please imagine me in the grocery store staring blankly at a can of peaches while concocting an entire fic. Writers are very normal people.

This is also my second most popular akekit fic. Fluff sells, I guess. I prefer my darker stuff tbh!

-After Aesopica, my personal favorite of mine is Psychosomatic. I'm shy about my love of organ-fondling since it's not a common thing to be into (there's not even an official ao3 tag for it lol), so I'm grateful to the person on the kink meme for prompting this. Knowing someone else was interested allowed me to put myself out there and write it. I re-read it not long ago just for fun, and it holds up. It's the intimacy of literally touching the insides of someone, you know?

-I'm scrolling through my akekit fics now and wow! I do not remember some of these? Who wrote these while I wasn't looking??

-Kilroy Was Here was going to be serious angst about Akechi forcibly kissing Yusuke so that he would no longer trust him, because he feels like he doesn't deserve trust, blah, blah... But the idea of Yusuke annoying the crap out of him before they got to that point was so funny to me that I had to run with it. If anyone was wondering about my sense of humor, this fic is it. (I am not funny)

-Born to be Posthumous 69 kudos harr harr... I enjoy this one even if it wasn't as popular as some of my others. I remember being depressed and angry and wanting to take it out on Akechi.

This is getting long now, but it was fun! Thank you again! Hopefully this wasn't too far from you asked! Most of my scenes just come to me as I'm writing with a basic idea in mind, so I just toss them in as I go. A humble chef tossing anything she finds in the fridge right into the soup.

Now that I'm back from my writing hiatus I definitely plan to bring out more akekit when I can!

[dailyunsolvedmysteries-movedd]

The Matamoros Cult Killings

Born in 1962, Adolfo de Jesus Constanzo went from Catholic altar boy to leader of a ritualistic cult by the mid-1980s. Based at a remote ranch in Mexico, Constanzo and his followers performed ritual sacrifices to bring good luck to associates like drug dealers and corrupt public officials.

He and his minions also stole body parts for their ceremonial sacrifices, but soon escalated to killing humans instead. It's believed that between 20 and 100 men and women lost their lives before cult members abducted Mark Kilroy in Matamoros, Mexico (which borders the Rio Grande), in 1989.

Kilroy was an American student whose disappearance and ultimate demise led to Constanzo's downfall. After authorities in the US and Mexico tied Constanzo to the crime, they raided his ranch and discovered the remains of 15 mutilated bodies, one of whom was Kilroy. They also found drugs, what appeared to be a satanic temple, pornography, and a torture chamber.

For his part, Constanzo passed in May 1989. He had one of his followers kill him to avoid having to face the police.

[letsgethaunted]

The song "Sacrificial Shack" by the band Pain Teens is sung from the point of view of a cult member who confesses his crimes to the police after he is captured, taking the police to the Constanzo's ranch for an explanatory tour.

[kilroytssf]

Kilroy’s Story Thus Far

Born in Vancouver Canada, Kilroy has grown up in environments where family was more than blood. He served in the Canadian Armed forces before being discharged and narrowly avoided being tried as a war criminal. He took to the biker lifestyle like it was his home. Settling with a club he would soon become one of the most valued and respected members of, he now hopes to spread the clubs reach into a new city and establish his own charter with some of his closest brothers at his side.

Born to Gardener Warhier and a mother he never met, Kilroy worked hard and learned what he could from his old man. He raised horses, learned to hunt, and how to live off the land. His father would keep them moving, but this was the life of a backwoodsman. 1892 was a very different life than what he now leads, but that comes with the territory of being over 100 years old. He would live many years into manhood, and lose his father to the brutalities of the wild lands. When the call came to serve in the first world war, Kilroy enlisted. Still seeking a home, a place where he felt he belonged. His unit would become his new brotherhood, the men in hist platoon his blood. And as they served, they would see things no man should see.

Kilroy adopted this new life with eagerness and took great pride in what he did, but the acts he would commit would later be filed under the Geneva convention as war crimes. This would not keep him from serving until the end of the first world war. Upon returning to Canadian soil, Kilroy acquired his first motorcycle. The Norton 16H, and it would serve as his primary form of transportation before re-enlisting in 1939 to fight in the pacific theatre of ww2. Here, he would face new trials, and the darkest moment of his life would begin. While tracking Japanese soldiers in the oceanic jungles, his squad came upon a small encampment. Kilroy, as the squad’s sergeant, called for his squad to pause and spread out around the camp. On his mark, they went in. Gunshots filled the air, smoke rose and as the din of gunfire settled, they took into view who they had found. 3 men in only loincloths and a woman wearing bones, a headdress and her face smeared with white paint. As the squad searched the camp, Kilroy looked closer into the eyes of the woman.

The world slipped away and he now stood alone. The jungle dead silent. As were all of his brothers. Kilroy tried to turn, but realized he was kneeling and the woman stood before him, a strange blade in her hand, with a wicked curve to it. He tried to move, to take her weapon. To free himself.

“Do umui gini goada noho, bona lau do umui badinaia noho ela bona mase, vadaeni lau ese umui emui kwalimu ahuna, mauri, umui dekenai do lau henia.” She whispered.

Light filled the jungle and Kilroy let out a scream that turned into a malicious and maniacal cackle.

“I have returned.”

Kilroy didn’t know it yet, but what had just happened to him would change his life forever. His aging stopped. In fact, it went backwards. His body became stronger and younger. His hair, once jet black, not frosted with white, and his eyes burned. Pupils turned to flame and his flesh would begin to melt. Revealing the exposed skull beneath. As he now stood from the fire, he howled into the still night.

“I am Azrael, I am death.”

Azrael would control him for the duration of the second world war. Allowing Kilroy to survive active conflicts no man should’ve lived through. He killed many and would remember very little of it. He would be redeployed a few months after to what would be considered to be one of the longestest days in military history. Juno beach. On this day, Kilroy would return to control. Azrael would pull him through the initial landing, but the amount of work the fallen angel would be forced to do, would seal away the spirit so he could recover. Kilroy would finish fighting the war himself, but every wound would heal quickly. The angelic power afforded him by Azrael’s presence would give Kilroy healing powers he would become reliant on.

When he returned to Canada, he immediately realized there would always be one more war to fight. He would be living his life in a haze for another 80 years. But all of this would change after he returned from Korea.

With Canada finally opting to serve peace, Kilroy’s need for blood remained unsatisfied. He enlisted for the American armed forces and served in the Vietnam conflict. Here, he learned guerrilla tactics and how to fight when the odds were against him.

His leadership would only get him so far though, it would be his criminal nature that would carry him through. After serving, he would begin serving mercenary groups, private security details and cartels. His dark heart would be his strength, and his cruel nature would be his strength. Kilroy leaned into the power afforded him by Azrael and he would break men. Torturing them. Causing harm brought strength to Azrael, but his hunger for more, would also be his weakness. He became blind to his own destructive nature, and wouldn’t hear the screams of the people he hurt anymore. He wouldn’t feel their suffering and became a weapon of his employers. All until...

“Enough.” Kilroy’s eyes flickered. His heart stopped pounding and he came back to himself. His head turned, and he locked eyes with the closed off, cold eyes of his employer.

“You’re done Warhier. Get out.” Kilroy’s eyes flickered, and he looked back at the eyes of the person he’d been working on. Her eyes were empty. Grey in colour, like the waters that had been soon turned red by the blood. Her eyes were filled with tears, and the blood coloured her sclera. Who was she? Why was she here? Who was he even working for? Kilroy had no answers.

He stepped outside and pulled a cigarette from his pocket. His hands were coated in blood, and he only noticed when he held the lighter to the dart.

He shook his head and wiped his hand on his pant leg. He flicked the flint and held it to the end. It smouldered and he took a deep breath of smoke. He remembered coughing the first time he ever smoked, but the smoke barely even registered in his throat anymore. It passed through to his lungs and he let out the breath slowly. His mind raced and he heard a voice that was once shouting, screaming, laughing... calm. He placed the dart between his lips and held it, while he pulled out his phone.

Half the numbers he saw he didn’t recognize, the other half, he didn’t care. But one number stuck out to him.

Dennis. Who the fuck was Dennis? The name sounded familiar, but from where? Kilroy took another drag and dialed the number.

“Yup” The voice came through.

“Hi, Dennis? It’s Kilroy”

“Yup, what you want?”

“I need to move.”

“Ok?”

“Where are you these days?”

“I’ll get you a ticket. Leave everything behind. You come here, you’re resetting. Got it?”

Kilroy looked stunned, but slowly, he nodded, then said “Ok.”

2 weeks later, Kilroy was stepping off of a plane. Here, he connected with Dennis. A man, who through Kilroy’s adventures in the blind stupor of violence and crime had crossed paths once before. Dennis got Kilroy acquainted with his new surroundings. They pulled some jobs and he learned what it was to be more in control of his actions. Azrael remained dormant. But he still didn’t feel at home. After some time, Kilroy bought himself a bike and made his way up north, arriving in the desert community of Sandy Shores.

Here, he met his new family. The Sinister Sons MC. Kilroy first met the Sergeant at arms, Miguel, who brought Kilroy into the fold, gave him a chance, and the bonds of brotherhood began. He would become connected to Thor and Michael, the clubs president and VP. He’d become the prospect of the club’s Enforcer Damian, and he worked hard, always doing his best to impress and do as he was told. It was through this process Kilroy began to find himself again. The bonds of family that he had so desperately been searching for were finally beginning to take hold.

Here, he learned to ride in formation. To show up for anything his brothers needed him for. To listen when he was spoken to and to keep his mouth shut when he was not spoken to directly. His military background taught him discipline, but these men taught him loyalty in a way he couldn’t ever replace. His first arrest, he stood beside them in a conflict with a street gang. This conflict would escalate into a war Kilroy had never experienced. A street war. Fought unlike any of the pitched battles of the great world wars. With disrespect that resonated with every assault.

As with all conflicts, the end soon came, and with it, one of the most shattering things Kilroy had seen. The club bifurcated. Half of the active members left in favour of starting anew elsewhere. Those who remained presented the then prospect Kilroy with the voice to either remain or walk away. To Kilroy, the choice was simple. Stay.

Soon after, he was given his patch. He would then help train 2 more prospects, Henry and Martin. Not as their sponsor, but as their brother. The three men would become the new backbone of The Sinister Sons. Supporting their President and VP. But under the surface, Azrael was beginning to stir. The calm and rest he had been afforded was beginning to give him back power.

A few months passed and Kilroy took on his first prospect as her sponsor. Her name was Imogen, and they began having an affair. The affair would give rise to Azrael at last and the Fallen Angel of Death would awaken once more. Controlling Kilroy and this control would lead to him almost murdering his prospect. In a fit of lost control, Azrael hacked Imogen up with an axe. Kilroy returned to his senses at the clubhouse, only to be called out to the scene. Here, he found Mike and Imogen as well as some associates of the MC, The Lux Boys. They told Kilroy what had happened and pointed out his hat, which was on the scene. Kilroy had no memory of this, but when Imogen came too, she told them what had happened.

In a panic, Kilroy begged for his life, and that someone could free him of Azrael. He never meant for the spirit to become so strong. A woman named Summer was then called upon. It turned out, she was the daughter of Azrael’s brother Lucifer and his consort Lillith. The Demon daughter managed to seal away the Fallen Angel and Kilroy, for the first time in a long time, began to change again. His skin and muscle recoated the exposed bone of his skull. His hair grew back and so did his beard.

But he would forever now carry the highlighted tint of white brought on by the stress to his body from Azrael.

Kilroy felt truly thankful of Summer’s work, and sought to chase her heart. He took her on a few dates, and was beginning to feel he had found a real relationship. He did not expect what would come in the wake of Azrael’s work, and when Summer broke his heart, he sank into a grim depression. He was all business, all the time. But this wasn’t enough. The club couldn’t overlook his actions at attempting the murder of his former prospect, now the club’s treasurer.

For the first time, he was faced with his own mortality. A meeting with Mr. Mayhem.

The vote was not unanimous, and this spared his life. But it wouldn’t save him from his Brother Martin.

Some time would pass, and Kilroy would be mostly at peace. He still continued his usual ways of flirting with any woman with a heartbeat, but this would bring someone very special into his life. Through Jager’s friend Leprechaun, Lily came into his life. A quiet woman at first, she would become his newest obsession. This beautiful woman who brought true joy to him. Even while being forced to wear the prospect patch once more, she was there and throughout his time, he would fall in love with her.

He would try his hardest to be there for her, but would be so often taken away to work for his club. And all the while, he would be fighting to hide his curse. And it was in this process, Azrael would regain his strength. It was now that the club hierarchy would change. Jager would take over as president, and Mike would become his VP. All the while, Kilroy would be serving his club as best he could.

But it seemed at every turn, Kilroy would lose more of himself and to Lily, he was growing distant. The club consumed him. And his heart was clouded by the darkness of Azrael’s attempts to escape. Until at last, He woke up. The flood gates exploded. Kilroy was gone and Azrael returned. And in this came to light the worst of Kilroy’s choices.

Including the revelation of Kilroy and River’s illicit affair, and the child she now bore. This child, Azrael’s child.

Martin decided to take the justice of the club into his own hands. He took Kilroy into his own home and shot Kilroy in the head. He then dragged the seemingly lifeless corpse out to the Alamo sea and dumped him. But as he sped off, Azrael took over the body of Kilroy once more and saved the dying man.

Kilroy couldn’t remember the events, in fact, he was unaware that his then pregnant consort Rivers, was even pregnant with their child. As time would pass, Kilroy would prospect for his own club a second time. And he fought hard to earn back his patch. In that time, the club had taken on new members, including a rather charismatic bastard named Jager. Kilroy would earn back the patch, but in that time, Rivers would choose a brutal method of aborting her and Kilroy’s child. Cutting her stomach to end the half demon’s life.

This triggered Kilroy’s rage and he struck her. Angry and hurt. And out of Control.

The decision was made to call, once again, upon Summer to attempt to banish the angel once and for all. They took Kilroy to a secluded location. This spot was where Summer had previously performed all manner of witchcraft, and where her power would be at its strongest. This final ritual set him free.

Things would not remain simple or even clear for Kilroy. His loyalties would drive his love from his arms. Lily, now pregnant with Kilroy’s children, would leave him in favour of being away from the man he had become. Kilroy would try to win her back, but would turn his attention away from her for the time being in favour of working on himself and his connection to the club.

But new troubles arose when Jager took control of the Sinister Sons. He began slowly taking away all of the responsibilities of his high table members and making the work of the Sons the task of being his private army. Not the free bikers they were meant to be. This action would drive Kilroy away from his own brotherhood, and 2 of his closest brothers would die in the time. Kilroy knew there was only one way to send a message to the club about the path they’d chosen. He threw down his kutte on the table, and drove his knife through the Reaper. The patch that was his life, his family, his Home. On the knife was affixed a note:

This was my family. This was my home.

Kilroy rode out that day, and went to see his old brother and friend Mike. Mike and Thor had both left because of the creature Jager, but they’d all remained friends, as brotherhood doesn’t end when one walks away, it only ends in death. Kilroy talked to Mike and they agreed to see what future they could forge together.

Kilroy then decided to return his keys to the compound and clubhouse. He wouldn’t need them anymore. But as he entered the compound, he was greeted by his brothers who remained in the Sinister Sons.

“Jager is gone, will you come back?”

At first, Kilroy struggled with this choice. He wanted to return, but he wasn’t sure this was what was best. He looked into his brothers eyes, and saw in their faces the light that had gone missing so long ago. He smiled and nodded.

“Yes, I’ll come back brothers.”

He wore the patch. He took on the role of Tail Gunner and carried his brothers as best he could. Helping them through every crisis and event. But when they began to disregard his words, he once again thought of the bigger world beyond. His ol lady had come back to him now. Lily, now several months pregnant, and with twins no less, was once again his. And he was approached by his Sgt at Arms about opportunity elsewhere. It was this decision that lead him away.

Now he seeks the new home for his charter. Because to him, his family’s future is paramount.

True Sinister Son Forever.

[ulkaralakbarova]

Five twenty-something friends spend a drug-fueled weekend in Cardiff, Wales. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Jip: John Simm Koop: Shaun Parkes Nina: Nicola Reynolds Lulu: Lorraine Pilkington Moff: Danny Dyer Lee: Dean Davies Felix: Andrew Lincoln Moff’s Father: Terence Beesley Reality (voice): Jo Brand Andy: Richard Coyle Karen Benson: Jan Anderson Pablo Hassan: Carl Cox Fleur: Stephanie Brooks Howard Marks: Howard Marks Jip’s Mother: Helen Griffin Tyrone: Danny Midwinter Ziggy Marlon: Justin Kerrigan Hip Hop Junkie: Tyrone Johnson Koop’s Father: Larrington Walker Jip’s Manager: Philip Rosch Lulu’s Uncle Albert: Peter Albert Lulu’s Auntie Violet: Menna Trussler Jeremy Faxman: Mark Seaman Connie: Lynne Seymour Luke: Patrick Taggart Boomshanka: Anna Wilson Casey: Robert Marable Herbie: Nick Kilroy Matt: Peter Bramhill Moff’s Mother: Carol Harrison Moff’s Grandmother: Anne Bowen Martin: Giles Thomas Jip’s Ex #2: Sarah Blackburn Doctor: Eilian Wyn Asylum Doorman: Neil Bowens Jip’s Ex #3: Nicola Davey Inca: Roger Evans Tyler: Bradley Freegard Trixi: Emma Hall Jip’s Ex #1: Elizabeth Harper Jip’s Secretary: Jennifer Hill TV Interviewer: Nicola Heywood-Thomas Casey: Robert Marrable Cardiff Bad Boy: Louis Marriot Millsy From Roath: Millsy in Nottingham Karen Benson’s Boyfriend: Robbie Newby Tom Tom’s MC: Ninjah Jip’s Mother’s Client: Cadfan Roberts Koop’s Workmate: Mad Doctor X Bad Boy: Jason Samuels Breakdancer / Bodypopper: Tim Hamilton Bodypopper: Alicia Ferraboschi Bodypopper: Sherena Flash Bodypopper: Marat Khairoullin Bodypopper: Adam Pudney Bodypopper: Mark Seymore Bodypopper: Algernon Williams Bodypopper: Colin Williams Bodypopper: Frank Wilson Film Crew: Supervising Sound Editor: Glenn Freemantle Sound Editor: Tom Sayers Dialogue Editor: Gillian Dodders Casting Director: Sue Jones Additional Editing: Stuart Gazzard Associate Producer: Rupert Preston Producer: Allan Niblo Director: Justin Kerrigan Producer: Emer McCourt Co-Executive Producer: Michael Wearing Steadicam Operator: Paul Edwards Second Assistant Director: Marcus Collier Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Craig Irving Editor: Patrick Moore Director of Photography: Dave Bennett Costume Designer: Claire Anderson Original Music Composer: Matthew Herbert Set Dresser: Ed Talfan Sound Recordist: Martyn Stevens Production Coordinator: Andrea Cornwell Post Production Supervisor: Jackie Vance Post Production Coordinator: Claire Mason ADR Recordist: Sandy Buchanan Gaffer: Andrew Taylor Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Nicolas Le Messurier Script Supervisor: Laura Gwynne Assistant Sound Editor: Susan French Music Supervisor: Pete Tong Makeup & Hair: Kerry September First Assistant Director: Charlie Watson Post Production Supervisor: Maria Walker Second Assistant Director: Matthew Penry-Davey Assistant Editor: Amy Adams Foley Editor: Miriam Ludbrook Original Music Composer: Roberto Leite Storyboard Artist: Nick Kilroy Dialogue Editor: Keith Marriner Makeup Designer: Tony Lilley First Assistant Director: Emma Pounds Music Consultant: Arthur Baker Co-Executive Producer: Kevin Menton Electrician: Mark Hutchings Boom Operator: Jeff Welch Costume Assistant: Karen Mason Casting Director: Gary Howe Production Design: David Buckingham Co-Executive Producer: Nigel Warren-Green Executive Producer: Renata S. Aly Art Direction: Sue Ayton First Assistant Director: Hywel Watkins Third Assistant Director: Tivian Zvekan Location Manager: Peter Vidler Location Manager: Frank Coles Assistant Location Manager: Roland Mercer Focus Puller: Mike Chitty Clapper Loader: Ewan O’Brien Key Grip: David Hopkins Construction Manager: Martin Dawes Property Master: John C. Reilly Set Dresser: Riana Griffiths Art Department Assistant: Jacqui Puscher Storyboard Artist: Deena Mathews Costume Supervisor: Anne McManus Makeup & Hair: Hanna Coles Still Photographer: Hector Bermejo Unit Publicist: Jessica Kirsh Movie Reviews: zag: One of my favorite films of all time, its a period movie describing the young party goers of the UK in the 1990’s. It hits the nail on the head, the lov...

[dailyunsolvedmysteries]

The Matamoros Cult Killings

Born in 1962, Adolfo de Jesus Constanzo went from Catholic altar boy to leader of a ritualistic cult by the mid-1980s. Based at a remote ranch in Mexico, Constanzo and his followers performed ritual sacrifices to bring good luck to associates like drug dealers and corrupt public officials.

He and his minions also stole body parts for their ceremonial sacrifices, but soon escalated to killing humans instead. It's believed that between 20 and 100 men and women lost their lives before cult members abducted Mark Kilroy in Matamoros, Mexico (which borders the Rio Grande), in 1989.

Kilroy was an American student whose disappearance and ultimate demise led to Constanzo's downfall. After authorities in the US and Mexico tied Constanzo to the crime, they raided his ranch and discovered the remains of 15 mutilated bodies, one of whom was Kilroy. They also found drugs, what appeared to be a satanic temple, pornography, and a torture chamber.

For his part, Constanzo passed in May 1989. He had one of his followers kill him to avoid having to face the police.

[lonchaneyssugarbaby]

it's not an april fool i'm like this always

if you knew my true identity (NOT kilroy) you'd go "yeah that tracks"

although then it would likely be "go watch mark of the vampire it's the remake of london after midnight" and NO i have never seen a good review for that ever

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

IMAGE COMICS PRESENTS: FROM THE PAGES OF 1963! THE UNCANNIEST TALES EVER TOLD!

PIC(S) INFO: Introducing U.S.A., a.k.a., Ultimate Special Agent, the Hypernaut, Queep!, Red Brain, & more! -- Spotlight on cover art (and opening splash page) to "1963: Vol.1 -- Book Three: Tales of the Uncanny." June, 1993. Image Comics.

Secretive script by "Affable" Al Moore

Priority pencils by "Roarin'" Rick Veitch

Incognito inks by "Dandy" Don Simpson

Coded chromes by "Musty" Mark Kilroy

Source: https://comiconlinefree.net/1963/issue-3.