The Hunted: Deputy Smith
May 12 '03
The Bottom Line He fears what you cannot see, what you cannot feel, and what you cannot know.
Blood stained the walls and a young woman hung from them by rope. Next to her scribbled on the walls was a message written in blood. Seven people were watching and chanting a message. A cult was here with symbols and evil among them and they wanted the world engulfed in evil. No supports and nothing holding it together. Like a house made of cards ready to fall in on itself. The leader ripped her heart out and placed it down on the ground. Cutting it in half he enjoyed it as a woman stepped forward and put the other half into a box. The belief was that he was eating half of their souls. It was a sick thing to witness...
Part I
Another woman had been killed it was the seventh one this month. It was always the same MO women from different races studying to be nuns. The conclusion was that because they were pure of heart they could do no wrong. People who believed in the cult were mentally gone. He sensed great evil from them all in his dreams enjoying a fresh cup of coffee he looked at his wife. For a sixty-three year old he had done well in life. But, he wanted all of this to end he didn't like the screaming and the murder. As a former vice cop he'd seen enough of that. But, vice had only been for a year before he retired and went back to city college and became a teacher. In that year his entire life had changed with one split second. One drug deal gone bad and he had to shoot a young dealer. Fifteen years old but he had seen it coming and even though he tried to tell his captain every one said he was touched. Until then they decided to suspend him and release him from the department. Two boys and one girl had been his children he now had three grand children. All of his children had one a piece now his daughter was expecting again. He liked his grand children like he liked the coffee. Looking up at the window to the outside he saw her face in the glass. Her mouth moved and he read her lips carefully a shout for help not to ignore the dreams. Opening up the paper he read it over and over again along with the columns he had collected inside of the living room. Finally, he went to the sheriffs office after that and went directly to old Donaldson. He was sitting down reading the morning paper looking at his son handle paper work. Seeing Mr. Smith he asked him into his office and he saw the serious nature on his face. Not a smirk by any means and when they started talking he wasn't ignored.
"So your dreams have always come true?" Donaldson asked looking him dead in the eyes. "We could use some one like you listen if I can get the paper work through will you help us?"
"Yes, of course I will besides back ten years ago you wanted me to help on a murder case." He answered with a grim smile. "It's more of an understatement that your asking for help should I contact a friend?"
"No, don't I called Michelle Stanon from the FBI outside of town." Donaldson began looking at him. "I'll push for you big time... okay, wait a week and stop by again."
Part II
As a Deputy he was assigned to tracking the course of the case. One single murder case and Mike Donaldson was as good as his old man. Bringing in the elements and understanding it was a cult he explained to him his dreams. When they pieced it together it turned out to be a cult. Finally, one day he decided to look at Mike with a logical sense. The boy had been good at all of sorting reports out and discovering the cult. Watching him carefully he discovered that the boy was a man. Settling in on the case they found it was out at an old farm house. A dead body had been discovered there yesterday, then three inside of the woods, and the rest had been cut into pieces and buried. When they raided they hit the place hard and bringing the cult leader outside he looked at Smith and tried to inch back. As he reached for the Deputy's piece he took one right in the knee and dropped the piece. Kicking it away Smith put himself close to the leader.
"You killed those innocent souls." Smith said looking him in the eyes. "When you get to heaven Saint Peter will not review your case."
"They were savages their hearts make it so I will become the leader of the world Satan press on!" He screamed but it was more out of fear. "Someone will live on and replace me you fat hick Sheriff."
Part III
He knew someone would replace them all together and when they did he we would consult professionals of understanding dreams. People had thought that ESP didn't really happen but Deputy Smith knew better. When he looked at a letter from Michelle he discovered that she was in trouble with a murder case. People were starting to think she was a failure as an agent. For not handling a case like he would have but he had an advantage over her. That showed completely when he decided to visit her and told her what he sensed. The murderer was someone who worked in law enforcment and that's all he could sense. Now, he came to hunt down another cult leader. Someone who thought they were above the law because they were the law. Because, they thought summoning the devil was the best gain. He knew now was the time to react and strike them down. But, he sensed ghosts and spirits even the future but how could he defeat someone who knew their every move?
The End
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