The story so far:
"Thou Shalt Not Kill" -> "Thou Shalt Not Kill (2)" -> "Thou Shalt Not Kill (3)......No Sin Goes Unpunished" -> "Thou Shalt Not Kill (4)...The Lion's Den"
The man gets out of the pay phone booth, with a smile etched out on his weathered face. He brushes the shoulder of his Armani suit and withdraws a pair of Ray-ban shades and puts them on.
Now it is my turn, my problem, and my way of dealing with it, he thought.
He blinks at the sun and gets into his black Cadillac Escalade, and it screeches and sweeps out of the area.
*******
Neanderthal Number One walks over the threshold of the house, kicking aside the body, wrinkling his nose at the pungent smell that hung in the air. His companion strode over towards the desk, examining the black and white TV, before turning it off. His big beef of a companion followed him.
‘Crap place,’ he muttered in a gruff, deep voice.
‘Now, now, 0-one, it’s not the place that matters,’ his smaller companion said in a very snotty British accent, removing his shades as they were of no use any more with the dimly illuminated house. ‘It’s what we’re here for.’
He walked over to the desk and opened a drawer, flitting through some files and throwing aside Swiss army knife caked with crusted blood. 0-one moved his massive body and stood behind him peering at the drawer with mingled curiosity and confusion. He blocked the grimy window, throwing a gigantic shadow over his companion and the table. The smaller of the two companions sighed with exasperation.
‘Will you please get away from the window, you’re darkening this room more, and it’s no use getting rid of the curtain’s job.’
The huge man growled.
‘I can’t possibly see you complaining about me when we’re in an encounter, 0-four.’
‘You’re there for a reason, and I’m here for a reason.’
Neanderthal Number One took a step away from the desk when he heard a squelch. He withdrew his big leather-shoe clad feet from the spot but saw nothing, except for something glistening on the floor. He sat on the desk (desk creaking dangerously), and pulled his shoe sideways and saw a sticky condom clinging to the sole. He screwed up his face with a disgusted look, snatched up a splintered pencil on the table and prodded it off his shoe, dropping it hastily on the table.
‘Can’t believe this dude even got a chance to have a go with some whore,’ he grunted, ‘Not that he’s some pathetic killer, but because the condom is really small.’
‘Got it,’ 0-four muttered, getting up with a dark brown file, ‘Come on, we have to get him out of here.’
His huge companion brushed his shoe on the chair before setting off, whipping out the blackberry. Speed-dial one.
‘Yeah we’re up here doing…your little friend’s dirty job.’
Pause.
‘Yeah he’ll be in the mines later.’
Pause.
‘Excellent.’
*******The Cadillac Escalade stopped outside a posh villa, and the suited man immediately got out. He went up to the mahogany door and rang the bell. He heard some laughter from within the house, and that did not make him feel any good, as something like savage envy crept about in his insides, but he quickly corrected the look on his face before the door opened and a beautiful blond woman stood there, a jolly smile vanishing, replaced with a look of surprise .
‘Oh,’ she said, ‘It’s you…what are you doing here?’
The man worked on a forced but beautifully deceiving good-natured smile.
‘You know,’ he said, ‘I’m going out of town, and I happened to be passing by…your house, just thought I’d…you know…have some tea, have a word…’
She beckoned him in.
Twenty minutes later, a sinister looking man wearing a suit and shades carried an unconscious woman into a Cadillac SUV, and went back into the house to admire his work that resided in the living room.
Bradley Thompson lay on the ground, his eyes wide with shock, and his body semi-naked and viciously slashed and cut up. He was lying inside an upside down triangle carefully drawn with shockingly red blood, and the triangle was perfectly fitted inside a circle, also drawn with bright crimson blood. The rest of the blood was neatly cleaned off so as to show the grotesque effect of the ritualistic symbol. An iron poker protruded from his punctured stomach, and he was pale, a red bra tightly wound around his neck – the main ingredient to strangle him to death, as his lifeless open eyes slowly drying without blinking, reflecting the light of the magnificent chandelier above him.On the wall it was written with blood: Lord Jashin is happy.
The Cadillac zoomed off towards the mines.
*******
‘Miss Davis, please be calm, we will help you find your daughter,’ the stubby police officer told me steadily.
I was lost for words, my mind numb, my body feeling sick, my Paige was in danger and she needed me. For the first time ever, I was hoping I would have one of those visions, just to have a glimpse of where how she was, while another part of my mind dreaded what I would perceive.
The school was dismissed; the principal was taken for questioning as the police had crowded the office. Some police officers came in with laptops and were setting up something. I was too much in a state of shock to even sob. Through the crack in the office door I saw Crime Scene Investigators wheeling away something covered in white linen, the linen itself turning scarlet.
‘Ma’am, we will need your mobile phone. You mentioned to us earlier that your daughter called you. We will need you to call her again and hang on just long enough for us to track down her position,’ a very feminine CSI woman said.
I fumbled for the phone and handed it to them. They connected it to the laptop and gave a thumbs up to a police van with something like a radar outside the window. The woman handed me the phone and nodded encouragingly.
I took it with trembling fingers, and in the directory I selected ‘Paige’ and pressed ‘Call’. I slowly raised the phone up to my right ear.
*******
‘Easy, Cecilia, easy,’ the sinister looking man with a ruffled Armani suit sang in a dangerously sweet voice to an unconscious woman he was dragging from her legs, using very rough rope that was also used to tie her up, a white bandana gagging her. He dragged her on along the jagged rocks with supreme indifference to her back getting cut by the rocks, her blond hair getting stained with blood from the cuts on the back of her head. Yet she remained unconscious. He set off towards the cavern which was very well closed up with stony walls, yet he knew how to get in. It was a tunnel leading to the cavern.
They were at the end of the tunnel now. The cavern loomed up to them.
There was an increased outburst of muffled whimpering from what the man was pulling. Some dim light threw his face into sharper relief; there were tears of anger on his lined face.
The whimpering increased, and he couldn’t hold himself any longer. He took out a 12-inch military knife from the inside of his suit.
‘SHUT UP YOU BITCH!’ he screamed at his victim.
Then he thought with savage pleasure about the revenge to his ex-wife who was at his mercy now for sleeping with another man before abandoning him, and his face twisted into an ugly smile. He turned to his gagged victim, and screamed.
‘YOU SHALL NOT COMMIT ADULTERY!’
*******
Paige turned on the cold cavern floor. It was cold. She sat up, her whole body aching over. She felt extremely lethargic after she was injected with something by that killer. She didn’t think she could stand up. She took out her mobile phone to switch it on. It was on low battery, and it stopped while she was talking with her mom. She must’ve dozed off in between, remembering to be in a somewhat subconscious state. She switched it on, thinking to call her mom again.
Almost immediately after switching it on, it rang. Fingers trembling, she saw it was mom. She quickly answered it, knowing that she would cry when she would hear her mom’s voice, and would tell her how scared she was.
A very shaken voice was on the other end.
‘Paige? My baby? Are you there? Can you here me? Did he hurt you?’
Paige made to answer quickly, but an echoing strangled yell coming from a corner of the cavern made her stop abruptly. It was a rough voice, and the reverberation made it difficult to distinguish what it said. However, she could make out the last word ‘bitch’.
Paige froze on the spot, her phone limply held up to her ear, staring at the place where the sound came from, while her mother frantically made attempts to force her to speak.
‘Paige? Why aren’t you talking? Paige are you alright?'
Paige was numb with fear, and then suddenly the man came into view, and he screamed over his shoulder. ‘YOU SHALL NOT COMMIT ADULTERY!’
But there was no one behind him...Or was there? But then what the man was dragging also came into view, along with the knife he was brandishing. And as the man turned to face Paige, she let out a scream of terror, dropping the phone on the hard floor as it flickered and went out.
*******
The police woman asked me if the line was connected to my daughter’s phone. I kept still, and when it connected, I nodded.
‘Keep her talking, miss Davis,’ the woman whispered in that same encouraging and determined tone.
I heard fast breathing on the other end. It had to be her. It had to be my Paige. Before I knew it, I was speaking desperately fast.
‘Paige? My baby? Are you there? Can you here me? Did he hurt you?’
I heard some muffled, distant yell from the other end. My heart was hammering against my chest. At the same time I heard very fast breathing, which had to be Paige in a stage of pure terror.
‘Paige? Why aren’t you talking? Paige are you alright?'
Why wasn’t she talking to me? I was really scared, it was as if I could feel Paige’s fear channelling itself through the phone all the way into me now.
A rough, cracked voice broke the tense silence.
‘YOU SHALL NOT COMMIT ADULTERY!’
I heard Paige scream like I’ve never heard her screaming before, and at the same time I felt the same contractions along my abdomen, that same sick feeling and a distant, gloomy image of a dark cavern, a dark silhouette dragging a limp figure across the ground hovered for a moment in my mind.
There was a loud clatter and the line got cut. I nearly fell out of my chair as one of the police officers at the laptop swore loudly. The policewoman caught hold of me and pulled me up, wiping my sweaty brow with a tissue paper and surveying me with a look of mingled worry and pity.
‘Now, Miss Davis, please, have a grip, she couldn’t –’
‘Damn, we couldn’t get enough time to track her down, but she is surely 15 to 20 miles away from here, that is for sure, because we – ’
‘Shut up, Alan, can’t you see the situation here?’
But I stood up suddenly, a sense of purpose filling my mind quickly.
‘I know where she is,’ I said in a steely voice.
I do know where she is. But time was running out it was up to me now to save my daughter.
And then with a feeling of horror, I remembered the nightmare I had where I heard those same terrifying words:
‘Thou shalt NOT commit adultery!’
Was it some sort of a connection I had with my daughter that made me see last night something that was related to her fate?
'Thou shalt not kill (5) - Righteous but blood lusty Rage.' statistics: (click to read)
