3:33 AM June 9, 1984
Suspect: Tord Odin Larrsen
Age: 20 Gender: M
Eye Color: Hazel
Charges: First Degree Murder, Public Indecency, Possession of Firearms
Rec:
Security camera glitches to life once more, this time to reveal a man in a red sweatshirt with the hoody up, handcuffed to the leg of the table. He looks mildly pissed off at the restraint, repeatedly pulling on it and hoping for the metal to snap.
*clang*
"Sir, we're gonna need you to answer a couple -"
*clang*
The man tilted his head to the side, scratching his jaw with the uncuffed hand. "Oohh faen meg just ask the damn question already!
*clang*
The cop jumped in surprise at the sudden outburst but still kept composure. He cleared his throat. "A-Anyway, would you care to tell us why you opened fire on a church full of innocent people?
*clang*
The clanging momentarily stopped as the man reached up and pulled the hood down, revealing hair horns sitting at the top of his head. Then it continued.
*clang*
"Because I felt like it." He said nonchalantly, grinning like a maniac. "They obviously wanted to be with their god, so I just sped up the process!" He exclaimed proudly, raising his hands.
*clang*
The cops were chilled to the bone, unable to believe that such evil could be inside a person's heart.
"YOU SHOULD'VE SEEN THE LOOKS ON EVERYBODY'S FACES. IT WAS GLORIOUS! THE PRIEST WAS PRAYING TO THEIR GOD TO SAVE THEM WHILE THE OTHERS RAN ABOUT TRYING TO PROTECT THE CHILDREN! THEIR BLOOD STAINED THE PURE WHITE CLOTH UPON THE ALTAR AND SPILLED DOWN THE AISLES! THE SCREAMS WERE MUSIC TO MY EARS, A CHOIR OF FALLEN ANGELS SINGING ME A SONG UNTIL ONE BY ONE THEY FADED AWAY INTO THE ENDLESS PIT OF DEATH!"
The man was trying to get up now, the only thing restraining him were the cuffs attached to the table leg.
One of the cops got up and tried to restrain him, but he was already too far gone, claimed by the tendrils of insanity that had grown in his mind.
The man reached his free hand over and plunged his thumb into the cop's eye, drinking up every shriek of pain that escaped his mouth before blacking out from the pain and shock.
The other cop had tried to pin him down, but by the time he had done it, his poor friends eye was completely ripped out, laying in the man's grasp.
His eyes met the cop's as he brought his hand over and popped it into his mouth, chewing ever so slowly in between giggles to extend the rewarding high it always gave him.
"You are really missing out, buddy. Ever eat a cherry tomato? Texture's just like that with a little pork flavoring."
The cop, looking paler than a ghost, managed to keep himself together long enough to push him into the high security cell off camera before grabbing his passed out friend and slowly dragging him away to the infirmary.
The man, still coming down from the bloodlust, started to sing a familiar church tune as the cop struggled to pull his friend across the floor.
O nåde stor som frelste meg,
jeg ser det mer og mer :
Jeg var fortapt, nå trygg jeg er,
var blind, men nå jeg ser....
The camera once again shuts off, glitching to black
End rec.
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