May 16th 2008

*Sister Anna moved through the small church late that night closing up doors before she would head home. She was not dressed as a nun usually would be. No, she wore jeans and a sweater, there was no use in being proper when she dealt day in and out with the drug dealers, baby mamas and the likes in the slums. Anna had been a nun for 50 years, loved her job though it was the hardest in the world. She watched people come and go, die right outside in those very street she fought to save. She was doing God's work, she was following the church's words and teachings. She would be in this community fighting this fight until the very day she died, there was no doubt in her mind about that.

She halted when she saw a blond woman standing by the small glass display case that held some small items for sale like rosaries and copies of the bible. A smile touched her weathered face as she approached, asking if she could help the woman. The girl looked up from under her hoodie, face clean which was a change for her, and she didn't look like a drug user either.

The girl nodded and stuttered softly.* I w..w...would like a r..r...rosary. *Sister Anna nodded and pulled out the tray, allowing the girl to pick a blue and teal beaded set, she collected the money from her and thanked her. The girl nodded then hurried off out the door before Anna could say anything else.

Anna finished locking up and walked down two blocks to catch the last bus of the evening. She didn't see her stalker until it was too late. Sister Anna was dragged into a black truck and taken into the night.

The truck itself would be found by police 6 hours later, abandoned and scrubbed clean of any fingerprints, not that they would have done them much good. The truck was stolen from a driveway belonging to Keith Markham, he ran his own heating and cooling business. He'd come home at 5pm that night, had far too many beers and went to bed alone for the second night in a row since his wife of 15 years, Rebecca, had left him.

The body of Sister Anna would be found 3 days later when the stench of her hit the nostrils of the apartment landlord as he mopped the hallway floors with dirty brown water. Not that it mattered, the building was a dump. The apartment belonged to a junkie, dead on the streets two days earlier and just hadn't been found yet under a pile of junk in an unused alleyway. Unused by anyone who actually mattered at least and the people who did use it could care less about reporting a body.

Sister Anna laid spread eagle on the floor, naked, not bound but there were ligature marks on her wrists and ankles, duct tape of course, how common. There was no sign of rape on the old woman but there was sever trauma. Her 75 year old body was marred by knife wounds, not stabs, slices. Her fingertips to the first knuckle were all removed, her throat slit and a word cut into her chest. "Merchant" The woman seemed to be drained of blood, none found in the apartment, no fingerprints, no shoe prints, the place had never been cleaner in it's existence. The one flaw to this cleanliness was writing upon the wall " Take these things hence; make not my Father's house a house of merchandise." John 2:14

Written with a sharpie, another common thing, no palm or fingerprints found nearby, the message was in almost perfect block letters, almost stenciled onto the wall. *

April 14th 2008

*Melanie Griswald was a girl of 16, beautiful by anyone's standards with her blond curls and big blue eyes, her size 4 body and a smile that could light up a room. She had grown up Roman Catholic, had to really for her Father was a priest in the slums of Sanfield. Why he chose to work there, she had no idea, it bothered her out to even think about going to his church yet every Sunday he dragged her down there to sit in the hard wooden pew in front of a congregation of crack addicts and whores. She hated Sundays, she was young and should be out at the movies or the mall with her friends, flirting with Jason whom she'd had a crush on since last year.

It was Saturday and she'd been at the mall with him, he'd bought her an amazingly expensive gold watch, his father was a lawyer or something so it's not like he couldn't afford it. They'd been at his place watching a movie when his mother had called out she needed to run over to her sisters house, she wouldn't be gone more then an hour.  He'd presented her with the watch then, confessing his love for her. They'd made love that day before his mom had returned, but immediately the guilt had sunk in.

Melanie had left his house with a knot in the pit of her stomach, hating herself for not waiting until marriage and then she remembered the school's sex videos about being safe. A gasp escaped her soft heart shaped lips as she sunk onto the bench to wait for the bus, what was she going to do? She started to cry quietly, not noticing there was another woman on the bench, a blond woman a few years older then her, dressed in clothing from the gap with her hair up in a ponytail. The woman was looking at her watch, waiting for the bus too she guessed. The woman tilted her head and studied Melanie then shifted closer.* Are you alright? I don't mean to pry but I can't help wondering if there is anything I can do. *She seemed genuinely worried about Melanie and the girl couldn't help but break down into sobs, spilling the entire story to some stranger. The woman soothed Melanie and stroked her hair then said she'd help her out, take her to a walk-in clinic where she could get the morning after pill and tested for anything else in the future.  She explained no one would need to know and everything would be all right. They'd gone there and Melanie had gone home still as guilty but far less panicked about her situation. After that she'd flown right, not a word to anyone about her sins and she went to church faithfully, praying that god forgive her. She hadn't seen the blond woman again but thought fondly of her each night as she said her prayers.*

May 18th 2008

*Melanie waited for her Father outside of his church as he finished up confessions Sunday evening. She of course had gone but kept her most important confession to herself, how could she admit that to her father? God surely must have forgiven her by now, she had repented. Lately she had taken to volunteering at the church, cleaning up, preparing things for the next week, this counted towards her community hours the school asked for from all it's high school students and so she was doing a good deed and getting credit, God wouldn't mind, right? A sigh as she wandered around the side of the church, looking over the small graveyard behind it, something moved in the grass behind one of the stones and she frowned, curious as always. She wandered closer, slowly, a glance around her and jumped as a stray tabby mewled and dashed for the bushes. A soft laugh at herself as she rolled her eyes.* Stupid, only a cat.

*She turned and her voice hitched in her throat at the large figure looming over her. It grunted at her and yanked her close, a sickly sweet cloth placed over her nose and mouth as he lifted her and walked through a space in those very bushes the cat had gone through. She was dumped in the trunk of a navy camry and driven off before her Father had even noticed her gone.

The Camry was from a scrap yard, still running but barely, bought by a drifter with a wad of cash. The drifter would never be found of course and the Camry would be abandoned under a bridge during the course of the night, wiped clean.

The girl would turn up a day later. She'd been hung upside down from a tall metal post buried in the ground in the middle of a farmer's field on the outskirts of the city. Her body was again naked, a single word burnt into her chest, it looked like a cigarette had done the damage. Burns are left all over her body but again her throat was cut before any wounds inflicted, some would say merciful, others would say it was still sick. A small note is left on the ground in a plastic bag, no fingerprints, palm prints, writing sample. It is again stenciled but this time reads: "If a priest's daughter defiles herself by becoming a prostitute, she disgraces her father; she must be burned in the fire." Leviticus 21:8*

May 19 2008

*Markus Welland was well known in his small part of the city, he was not liked, merely known. His small trailer was off on his own plot of land with nothing nearby, especially not a park or school. He was a hermit of sorts, though not exactly by choice, a complicated man he called himself. The man was 43 years old, dark hair starting to thin out, green eyes and a mustache, he was thin and tall not good looking.

He only left his house on Sundays and Tuesdays and for only an hour at a time. Sundays he went to church to repent his sins and Tuesdays he had therapy to try and right the wrongs within himself. He had no family, his mother having had died many years before and his father had never been present. He had no friends, though he used to, before the incident and incarceration.

It was easy to abduct Markus and would have been easier to hide his death from the world, no one would come looking for him. That was not the point of all of this though... there was more to all of this, a plan. Markus was taken that night, thrown into his own brown ford pickup truck, a tarp thrown over his body once he was made unconscious.

Markus would have a very rough night, one of the victims who would remain alive as they were tortured. Markus had been unlucky his whole life it seemed and today was not the day his luck would change. The truck bounced to a stop inside a cement brick building, an old abandoned auto body shop on a stretch of mostly deserted road. Markus was yanked out of the back of the truck, shackles attached to each wrist before he was lifted into the air, toes barely brushing the ground.

She would wait until he became conscious, after all what good would her message be without him feeling every inch of it? He had been a bad bad boy, he had to be punished and she was the one to do it, needing a new victim and all. Once Markus awoke, he tried begging, pleading and crying as his clothing was cut from his body leaving him cold and naked. She seemed to hear nothing as she worked slowly and methodically, setting out her tools and making her plans.

After about an hour she started on him, drawing the scalpel blade across his chest to carve the word upon him. He screamed, she hummed, as if his pleas were music to her delicate ears. A smile lit upon her lips as she looked him in the eye and finally spoke to the man.* I will set you free, don't you see?

*He screamed more, she shrugged and continued on, pressing hot cigarettes into his flesh, the sensitive parts of course. She did this almost 50 times before the man passed out, it's amazing what some people can endure. His tongue was cut from his mouth, leaving him to choke and drown upon his own blood as she continued the torture. She then moved behind him, whipping his back until it looked like Steak Tartar, ah how disgusting the thought of human food was to her. Too many years sustained on blood alone, she did not even remember the taste of real food.

She moved again, around front, severing the man's genitals and watching him bleed out. She of course would drain the body of all of it's blood before proceeding onto the next step.*

May 20 2008

*The young officer was emptying his stomach contents as his superior arrived on the scene.  The scene was a small office building three blocks away from the police station downtown, security minimal, after all they only sold magazines over the phone. The officer straightened and fought his nausea, not sure he had anything left in him to throw up. He explained the crime scene inside to his Superior a Dan Pollock.*

43 year old male, ID says Markus Welland, has a record as a pedophile that is the word carved into his chest as well, done time and recently paroled 6 months ago. Lives alone, mother died 10 years ago, that's when he started abducting children. He's spread eagle in the break room, naked, tortured, genitalia cut off. No witnesses so far but we're canvassing the area Sir... and Sir there is a message. Reads... *He opens his notepad and reads it aloud.* But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea Under that it says Matthew 18:6.

*At that moment, the coroner, Michelle Donnelly ducks under the crime scene tape, two men wheeling a body bag on the stretcher follow.* Evening Sir, we've got a pretty sick son of a bitch here... The Genitals that were removed? Found them in the Vic's mouth. So far no sign of his tongue.

*All three grew silent, wondering what they were supposed to be feeling right now as the pedophile was put in the back of the van to be transported to the morgue.*

June 3 2008

*The night warm as the two teens made their way along the beach, laughing and joking as they tossed flat stones off into the water of the calm lake. They'd had a fun filled day of swimming, hiking and making dinner over a nice campfire. It'd been a quiet day as the lake was pretty much desserted in this area, not many knew of this small spot to set up camp. Bart Miller and Andrew Walker were 17, fresh faced boys on the highschool football team and all around good boys to their parents, neighbours, teamates and community.

The boys had planned this trip for months and we're going to stay 3 days in the woods together having fun. Of course it was the type of fun no one they knew expected because the boys had been lovers for the past 6 months. They'd been careful, tried to never show their feelings for each other... but sometimes things just slip. The killer approached the tent that night and took their sweet time opening the zipper as the two boys slept spooning together after a night of sex. Eyes slid over their naked bodies and a faint barely audible chuckle escaped the pale lips before the knife was drawn.

The throats were slit before they knew what was happening and the killer watched them gurgle, choking and sputtering on their own blood. Once dead their genitals were severed from their bodies and forced into their mouths, one hand from each boy was placed on the other boys gentials and a small card was placed outside the tent.  

No prints were left, not that they'd do any good of course. A call would be placed to 911 eventually when one of the fishermen who used this spot smelt decay coming from the tent. The card found by the police would read "Lev. 18:22 You shall not lie with a male as one lies with a female; it is an abomination."

The killer would again go on their merry way and leave bodies in their wake.*

(Apologies, in a wedding, so have been busy. Will be over with this weekend)

June 15th 2008

*A trio of college girls went missing after a night of drinking out on the town. All witnesses said the same thing, they got into a taxi cab and were gone. No one checked the license plate or cab number because it was just a cab. All they remembered was a big man behind the wheel who wasn't middle eastern. The search for the girls would go on for 7 days.*

June 22nd 2008

*Three college women are found in a warehouse, each naked and laid out on old hospital beds. Serial numbers on the beds say they are from a closed asylum in New Orleans, Our lady of Mercy.
The girls are bound but not gagged, a hole drilled into their foreheads. Hot water was poured into this hole, a homemade lobotomy that would leave the girls unable to answer even basic questions.

On the wall of the warehouse was painted "Repent, I have come to judge and test ye of faith." *

July 10 2008

*It had been quiet the last few weeks regarding the Biblical killer, no new bodies found with religious quotes. The city was almost breathing a sigh of relief, almost getting back to normal, almost forgetting. That could not be had, something was brewing in the killer's mind, something grand, something unforgettable. The men abducted wouldn't really be missed, each having done his crime and done his time, yet for the communities they lived in it was not enough.

Marshall Adkins - 54 years old, likes comics, video games and little boys
Archie Tenant - 29 years old, raped his girlfriends 10 year old sister
Bob McGarvy - 34 years old, coaches and rapes his little league players
Shaun Hutchinson - 38 years old, Incestuous rape of his 13 year old sister
Ray Fields - 21 years old, molested nine little boys at summer camp
Oliver Standle - 45 years old, convicted of molesting his twin stepdaughters
Tomas Fahner - 27 years old, raped his landlords daughter
Mathias Schlingmann - 43 years old, molestation of minors while working at an arcade
Steve Martineau - 39 years old, rape and attempted murder of the girl next door
Alexander Firth - 23 years old, 2 counts of rape and battery of minors
Ashford Wellingon -  53 years old, Serial rapist, 12+ counts of rape of minors in 7 different states
Martin Rafai - 49 years old, Likes to torture and keep his minors as slaves locked away in his basement

12 men, each a convicted pedophile, each living in communities where they were not wanted. The killer kidnapped them from their own homes, doing an excellent job at leaving no trace behind, that would be sloppy and the killer was not sloppy. The men were easy targets, who would come to their aid even if a scream was heard? Who would report them missing? Their deaths would not be unforgettable though, their victims would sigh in relief as would the new communities they made home in. In this abandoned old warehouse that at one time housed a fish market, the men would be bound to a table with old twine, it would cut into their flesh at wrists, ankles and lips as they screamed. For each man the torture would be the same, a blade slipped under each nail, cigarette burns to thier underarms and inner thighs, the word pedophile carved into each chest, beaten with paddles, bats and some other blunt force object and finally sodomized with a curling iron. Every body would remain as he died, on the table in a circle with the others. Bleach was poured carefully over each body before it was hosed down to again leave little to no trace and none to tie the killer to the victims or the crimes committed here.

On the wall of the warehouse is once again printed a saying, in red paint. "I am going to put an end to all people, for the earth is filled with violence because of them. I am surely going to destroy both them and the earth.
Genesis 6:12-14"

Nothing more is left to be said, the victims say it all, if you can call them victims.*

Again a calm had spread over the city but people weren't fooled this time... they knew and every new murder was scrutinized by the citizens and the cops for links to the religious killer.

The return of the child and the death of the nurse Christine were on the news and despite the fact there was no quote on the wall, people were sure it was the same killer. A vigilante.

It only took 4 days for the body of a small boy around 13 years old was found in the middle of a park, of course it was a more secluded spot. A jogger found him just off the path in the mornings wee hours just by seeing a flash of red cloth. The boy was dressed in a red ball cap, jeans and a navy t-shirt, he was not tortured and seems to have been killed with one swift knife puncture to his heart.

Beside the child was a card that read "Genesis 38:7
But Er, Judah's firstborn, was wicked in the LORD's sight; so the LORD put him to death."

Of course the media would have a field day with this, it was the first child to be killed. The first of two children for Debra and Mark Martins, their other son Tommy was sleeping at a friends house the night Doug was taken from the ball field.

As they dug deeper they would find that this child had been acquitted of a murder based upon his age and fooling family court. Due to double jeopardy the child could not be re-tried once he confessed to the assault and murder of a local woman during the trial of his accomplice.

Doug Martins and Phillip O'Hara were not friends, Doug used Phillip to take the fall knowing the fat and slow 14 year old boy would easily do what he wanted just to have a BEST friend. So much for that since Phillip is doing life and Doug got away with the crime.... until last night. *  

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