30 July 2010, 12:59 pm
It's a christian mystery book called Modern Saul...about a killer...who...yeah: First Sermon Repent! Ye of wicked age, the age of disobedience and the utter lack of honor! Judgment time is upon us-yes, I say to you that the time for judgment is now. Let he who has ears hear: This generation has become corrupt-perverse with the materialistic objects of this world. Sex, substance abuse, the very idea of money has weighed down God's people. They must be punished-they must learn from their mistakes. Those who fear the Lord honestly and truthfully will not be harmed as long as they continue to do what is right. I alone have the sole honor of judging the wicked and the good, and telling the good: “Well done, good and faithful servant of the Lord God.” The times are changing. These are the first of the many. The inhabitants of this world will hunt me down-try to kill me and end the coming of a new age, but I will succeed. Let he who has ears hear: The judgment begins now. Repent! Repent! The wall announced, each one-hundred and sixty-six words finger-painted in the bright red blood of the four corpses that were gruesomely disfigured and propped up on display in front of the wall. It appeared to be the work of a somehow religious narcissistic maniac-and the media was eating it up. “How's the DNA analysis going?” I asked my co-worker, Jim, a forensics scientist that had the physique that could challenge a professional quarterback. “Not so good. That...” He struggled to control his anger. “Fiend had this planned out.” With that statement, I could tell it was going to be a very long day. The scene of the murder was a detective's nightmare. A blank wall of a mall was splattered and painted red with the blood of four innocent people. The media had gotten to the site before I had, and were spreading misinformation, faulty theories, and paranoid comments like wildfire. “Whoever did this, they really knew how to leave a clean scene.” I nodded. “At least we know one thing.” Jim Folger looked up at me from his cotton swabs and evidence bags, and gave me a questioning look. “And what would that be?” I gestured to the message. “The killer wants to make a statement. Which means that there will be more deaths. Which means more chances to track down the killer.” I said, looking at the bodies with a mixture of awe and disgust. How could somebody be so twisted as to do something so evil? I asked myself silently. Jim shook his head. “While that's true, I wouldn't be too glad about it.” “How's that?” I asked. “Because, Brandon, it means more innocent people are going to die.” for all who are wondering why it's rather "clownish", it's first person point of view from the viewpoint of a man with a somewhat sadistic view of death...he has a mental problem that kind of clouds his interpretation of things like this...... Read More »
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