It’s hard being a detective. And not that the work itself is hard or challenging. Rather, it’s the sights you shall see while being a detective. And I couldn’t say this enough even if I had chosen to. It’s heartbreaking. The things that I’ve seen are from the minds of the cruelest men of every society combined into one human being. And after solving that, every other crime I had seen was of no big concern to me. It was easy.
And this. This, mystery, was strange.
It was, a rather interesting time, for me being a rookie, on my first day had my metaphorical detective cherry popped, meaning I lost my detective virginity. And with such a hardcore case, too. I remember it, rather vaguely, but who would forget such a crime like this, no one within my unit had ever even heard of such a ghastly crime being committed, but in all truth, this could happen anywhere. And I’m glad it happened here. I’m oh, so glad that it did, in fact, or else I wouldn’t be like this, to say the least.
It was a normal day, like any other day during a nice, 1952 Los Angeles summer. The sun was shining, and the day was rather slow, meaning crime chose a day to rest. Until the shrill sound of the phone rang throughout the office, and looks like I was called into action, as a mysterious murder had just happened on an undisclosed location.
Upon arriving at the location, I see blood. Massive, massive amounts of blood. And laid the corpses of a family of three, lined up in the living room. The bodies were gruesomely disfigured. The mother had parts of her vagina cut off, along with mutilations running down her legs, a throat slit in the most nastiest way possible, and her eyes were gouged out. From the looks of it, she died of the cut throat, rather than everything else, for that was just an added touch. The daughter, had wounds almost the same as her mother, except that her fingers were brutally sliced off by what would look like their own butcher knife and had all her teeth removed. And the father, I could only pray for him, for his corpse looks brutal. His penis was cut off entirely, jammed right into his asshole. His eyes were gouged out, teeth knocked out, disemboweled, leaving behind a bloody mess, as all his fingers were cut off.
Apparently the body of the son was never found, and that would only lead me to have beliefs that the son’s corpse. Upon closer inspection of the scene, I saw massive pools of blood everywhere within the hallways and living quarters of the family. Blood was splattered on the wall, and I could feel something strange about all this blood, so I had told them to take off the roof of the house as I found a vantage point to see a strange thing.
The blood was set in a way which all the blood pools combined had simply said “dead”. And I was left speechless. A man had put so much thought into this, and out of the corner of my peripheral, I could see a letter, taped to a rock on top of this vantage point.
And the only thing that I could do was feel fear run down every, single, limb of my body. And it was paralyzing. Sheer sweat poured down from my hair onto my forehead, as I picked up this letter and only to read the most strangest thing ever:
“Cool, huh? Find me, at, a Los Angeles Warehouse with no weapons or wires, ok?”
And oddly enough, I felt obliged. And without thought, I drove there within the instant. And upon entering a warehouse, I see another letter this time only reading, “not this one”. And I had to go through five other warehouses only to find a letter read, “You’re getting closer”. And I knew, which warehouse I had to go to then. The one at the end of this pier. And I was anxious. The anxiety of going into this warehouse was so high for me. I was sweating. Shaking. Nervous.
And I opened the doors into the warehouse.
It was dark. The lights were off. And there was a lone light, illuminating a single scrolled letter. And all it said was “Thank you”. And within letting the letter drop, all I saw was the lights turning on and a door slamming as someone had just left, most likely the killer. And I saw the body of the boy. He was crucified. He, like his father, was disemboweled, and I could see the staples as to where him and his father’s intestines were combined, creating a Star of David around the young boys corpse.
And after that, I don’t think I could’ve slept anymore. And in blood, there was a phrase, “What is a God, powerless to a devil?”
And something. Something strange, just clicked. I had a feeling he would be at the largest church within the town. And not only any church it would be a catholic church. And to say the least. I was right upon my assumption. Yet he was one step ahead and left a note for me:
“Hi, I’ll find you myself, don’t worry.”
And I got so mad. So angry, I crushed up the paper and threw it within the trash, and I came back to my office.
And the situation was tense upon my arrival. Everyone looked rather high strung and nudged me towards my office. And I could see the killer had actually stayed true to his word, and went and found me rather than me finding him. And I saw him, holding my darling secretary by the neck, with a knife in his other hands, as he dropped her and he smiled, waving at me.
“Ah, ah ah, sir, drop the weapon, or else your beautiful bitch gets harmed,” said the killer, and to his avail, I did.
“Now, do you want to know why I did this, my friend? Well, I’m going to tell you anyways. I am a devil. Disowned by my own family, I felt the need to punish them. They would abandon someone that would’ve done everything for them, and. Sorry, my anger got a hold of me. And all they did was disown me, and kick me out. So I had to punish them, can’t ya see?
“No, I truly cannot, sir you are insane, please, drop the weapon,” I said to the killer.
“No! I will not drop my weapon. Who do you think you are, ordering around Lucifer himself?
And I saw my co-worker behind him, sneaking up on him, and I had only one thing to do, and that was to keep him ranting on and on about himself and monologue like the pompous jackass he is.
“SIR! I AM THE DEVIL! YOU SHALL BOW DOWN AT MY FEET AND WORSHIP ME! OR ELSE YOUR LIFE AND YOUR BITCH’S LIFE SHALL COME TO AN END!”
And thankfully he was cut off there, my co-worker had tackled the man, and removed his weapon from him. And thus, we were able to hold him down long enough for me to get the handcuffs on, yet not long enough for me to hold him and detain him thoroughly as he just ran at full speed through the window on the third floor, and fell onto the roof of a car.
And thank god, for his death. Or else I would’ve actually been convicted.
