I had saw the exact same face in the paper a few months back, he was identical. This was the first taken man. His name was Carlito Gonzalez, and his body had just been lying there, in the middle of the woods. I had hid the body so I could come back and investigate, and I came back a lot to see him. I came back to try and figure out what exactly occurred to him, but I never could. His body was lined with cuts and scratches, burns, misplaced organs, amputated body parts, and a deformed face.
Whatever Jonathon had done, it was brutal. He had fatal intentions on who killed his wife, and to this day no one has stepped forward. I can only imagine what he would do to the actual killer. And if he did this to 150 people, then he's really getting good at this. And if he is getting good at this, he's going to amp up his game. And keep doing this.
Jonathon had turned into a monster, he had gone on a rampage killing spree. No one had also seen Jonathon in years. He flew under the radar for a long time. No one knew how he got his victims, no one knew how they disappeared like they did. No one.
I always debated whether or not to take the body to the police or not, I never did. Thinking back on it, I should've. I really should've.
Because when I went back to the body site one day, it was gone. It wasn't Carlito's body. It was Jonathon's.
And whatever came up and grabbed me, knew I was there. And whatever toke and kidnapped me, toke me to a place I never wanted to go. I don't know the exact place, but I knew where I was going.
The Trials.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Harleen Trials
Short StoryWhen Harleen Coverton is killed at a nightclub shooting, Jonathon Coverton, her husband, goes on a rampage that puts Amanda in a bad situation.
