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  ‘Yes, yes… he has them in some basement place.’

  ‘Is it in this building?’

  ‘Yes in the secret basement.’

  ‘And where is this basement?’

  ‘I don’t know, some secret passage… please I don’t know anything, just let me go.’

  ‘What’s your name?’

  ‘Jessica.’

  ‘Where’s your phone?’

  ‘Right there in my purse.’ She said pointing with her face.

  ‘Okay, I’m going to keep your phone. When I let you free now, you and your friend better get out of here as quickly as possible. I’m a cop and there’s going to be a no-knock raid here tonight. Do you understand?’

  ‘Yes… yes Sir…’

  ‘Don’t tell anyone about this or you’re next. Remember I have your phone and can track you down in less than an hour. Now get the fuck out of here, run down and tell your friend that someone both of you’ll know, is dead. Now run.’

  With that she ran down screaming, telling her friend that her sister was in an accident and right now in emergency care. What followed was a whole lot of confusion, the three of them getting ready in a hurry and packing out of here. I was now left alone in the house, free to search and find whatever clues were to be found. Maybe this was a mistake and he was just a sex addict and I had made a big deal out of it. My instincts have never been wrong though. There must be something around here, was positive about this whole thing now.

  Once the lights of the car had died out in the distance, I switched on the camera equipment once more, to see where each camera was pointing. There were three in the front of the house, two in the back and one pointing at the couch in the main living room. Why was this camera pointing there? Not to look at people sitting there, No, this was pointing to the couch because… that’s where the secret might be hidden; maybe a secret switch to the basement, which I had to now somehow find and open.

  Reaching the couch and looking around, did not reveal anything. Where could that switch have been hidden? I did not want to tear up the couch unnecessarily. I always wore my skullcap and used hand-gloves when on these kind of missions, as I did not want to leave any of my DNA hanging around. I turned the couch on its back and in one of the crevices I found what I was looking for. It was a small device, the size of a fancy car key, the one that starts a car with the push of a button. Pushing it now I heard a distinct metallic click. Something had begun to open and I turned around to look, as the sound was coming from behind me. A secret door under the staircase had begun to open. I entered their dungeon, looking for a light switch, finding one now turned it on. Ten steps led down to a room with a table in its center. Above the table was a light, which I turned on. Laid out before me was a knife carrying roll, fully open with its twelve blades now glinting in the light. The Kill Bag had space for a few more knives; it was not full and only contained twelve knives. What was most amazing was that 6 of the blades had dried blood on them. The sight of which filled me with awe and wonder. Whoever’s work this was had left me feeling impressed and to be honest, a little jealous. Someone had been busy following their dark passion. The sight of those blades glinting in the soft light falling on them made me stop everything and look on in amazement. It was as though, a hunger deep within me was being satisfied. Each of the blades were slightly pulled out and pointing to something on the wall. Tension began filling the air, as I slowly looked towards the wall. A greater sight awaited my eyes as they strayed to the photos hanging on the wall. Each blade that had blood on it was individually pointing to each of the six different pictures hanging on the wall. Each blade pointing toward the women that it had been used on. My blood seemed to freeze at the sight and I could sense a rush beginning to build from somewhere deep inside.

  The Butcher had kept a memento, not a piece of clothing or a body part. There were pictures of each woman after they had been killed and gutted. These had been printed from the killer's SmartPhone and hung up on the wall. So this was where he came to admire his handwork and relish each of his kills. I could understand his need to relieve each kill; it must have been a deep and dark desire that pushed this demon to do whatever he did. I was at the same time keenly aware that the roll contained twelve knives and therefore I could safely conclude that the kill cycle was not fully over. As this Knife Bag had place for sixteen knives, each placed against the other. Eight at the bottom of the case and eight from the top, the six blood covered knives rested at the bottom of the roll, slightly pulled out, pointing away from me toward the wall.

  I could go now and leave everything as it were, wait and watch the whole game play out, but No! I was aching for some blood of my own. Having already decided to deal only with criminals and bad people, as the killing of innocents attracted way too much attention, these dirty bastards needed to be put down, and I now had my work cut out for me. Someone somewhere was praying for these criminals to be murdered and I was going to be the answer to all of their prayers, I had to follow my God given purpose.

  The hunter had now become the hunted - I was going to get this butcher and carve his body to pieces. I rolled up the knife carrying roll and packed it into my backpack, the photos I also carefully stashed away in my bag. It was time now to leave this den of blood and get away with all the evidence, all the best to the cops, if they should ever find this place.

  As I was getting ready to slip out the back, the sound of a speeding car coming up the hill could be heard.

  Switching off all the lights and putting the key back into the sofa, hid myself to see who was in such a hurry, and what did they want? I was safely behind one of the huge drapes that covered the giant glass windows, when a key slipping into the door and a turning could be heard. Only one light was on, as the door was unlocked - it opened fully and the driver slipped in, creeping forward like a cat - a very naughty cat. His face was flush with anger as he came forward and lifted the sofa, retrieving the key; turning immediately towards the hidden door. Pressing the button he made his way toward the stairs that led down to the table. I was right behind him, since I was better at creeping and stalking. All those years living on the farm and tracking wild animals. I silently crept behind him, he was way too eager to reach the table and find his knives I suppose. He seemed a bit shaken and was in the dark, running his hand along the table in a desperate bid to know that his instruments were safe and sound. No luck there, it was all in my bag. If there were any knives to be found in this room, they would have had to be with me. My own hunting knife was now in my right hand as I stood quietly behind him. He reached up in desperation to turn the light on, the one above the table. In one swift motion I swooped around the table and stood in front of him. As the soft rays spread their eerie glow - he stood looking at me as though he had seen a ghost. His jaw dropped open as he looked on in utter disbelief. All the knives had gone, the pictures, and now there was someone standing right in front of him. To bring him back to his senses I reached across the table and backhand rapped him, he was stunned and losing balance fell to the ground.

  Fear filled his eyes as he realized that his time here on earth was on the clock. I took my knife and put it across his throat.

  ‘Take your phone out and call Nick, ask him to come here.’

  ‘Who are you?’ He stuttered.

  ‘I’m Angel.’ I said. ‘Your loving Angel of Mercy.’

  ‘Kill me then and be done with it.’ He muttered under his breath.

  ‘Not so easy, it takes time. Just the way you took time killing all those poor women.’ I kept staring at him as my knife began to press down and a trickle of blood began to flow. The sight of which was now giving me peace deep inside.

  ‘Call Nick’. I said, as my voice was starting to turn more diabolical with each passing moment.

  ‘Let’s talk man.’ He said, through frequent gasps. ‘Let’s be men about all this okay, what do you want?’

  ‘Money… that’s what I want.’

  ‘How much… how… how much… give me a
number.’

  ‘10 million, and you’ll get everything back, and I disappear from your lives.’

  ‘No, that’s too much…’

  ‘Actually that’s too little… dead men like you shouldn't be haggling.’

  ‘Be reasonable, we don’t have that kind of cash-in-hand.’

  ‘Who’s the “we”?’

  ‘It’s that entire bitch's fault.’

  ‘Don’t stop, go on.’ I commanded.

  ‘It’s Jen’s fault… Nick’s wife… she’s a nasty evil conniving cunt, if you need to kill someone, kill her, she set us up. She found Nick fucking one of those whores and ever since then, whenever she gets angry, she makes him go and kill one of them. I am just the driver and should have known better. When he’s on one of those hunts, he always makes me drive. We find a girl and he gets her to go with him. I only stand and watch from a distance. He kills, he’s always killing. Fuck me, forgive me and let me go. I had nothing to do with anything.’

  ‘But you watched, didn’t you?’

  ‘You helped him in the hunt, you watched each kill; did it thrill you?’

  ‘Come on man, I am just a driver. I didn't want to lose my job.’

  ‘So what were you coming up here for?’

  ‘Nick asked me to check the place out.’ It was at this moment that I stabbed him in the thigh. He screamed in disbelief as he looked up at me in horror.

  ‘Tell me the truth, you lying Son-of-a-cunt.’

  I took another knife from my bag to cut the side of his throat, as the previous knife had now been jammed into his thigh. ‘I am going to butcher you, just like you butchered those poor girls. I’m going to take your phone out now and call Nick. Tell him to come here alone. Do it now.’

  With that I took out his phone and dialed Nick’s number. The phone kept ringing but there was no answer. It was only on the third attempt that someone answered the phone and a female voice on the other end came over the speaker saying, ‘what do you want, you lousy pig.’

  ‘Jen, I need to speak to Nick.’ He said.

  ‘Get the fuck away from our lives, haven't you caused enough trouble already.’

  ‘Please Jen, I need to speak with him, it’s urgent.’

  ‘Everything is urgent for you… Nick is gone… I don’t know… He took all the money and left.’

  ‘That fucktard.’ he squeezed the words out of this throat. ‘Find that fuck and kill him.’

  ‘You’re a motherfucking bloodthirsty bastard. No one’s going to be killing anyone and I hope you die and rot in hell.’ With that she disconnected the call.

  Nick must have sensed that the game was up and was by now making a run for it. As far as I could tell, he must have been making his way up here, right at this very moment. My mind was now busy working things out. All three of them were involved in some way or the other, that much had become glaringly obvious. From the recent phone conversation, and my interactions with the driver, I was now able to piece parts of this puzzle together. The Driver was actually the owner of the Nightclubs and porn business, and whatever businesses’ were being run by these people. Nick and his wife had trapped him and indulged his every fantasy. What preparations had been implemented I could hardly imagine. That greedy couple, sensing somehow that the game was up, were now going to split with all of the money. The driver looked like a greedy person, wanting to fulfill his every last lust, women, children, God only knew what else. He had been blinded by his own greed and was now lying bleeding in front of me. How many more people were involved I did not know? If I was a cop, things would have been a lot easier, as I could have matched the fingerprints on the blades and found out who did the actual killings.

  As I had anticipated, the sound of a car coming up the hill could now be heard. I had heard enough from the driver to know that he was majorly involved in the murders, and all the three of them had been accomplices in the killings. From my backpack I took out their Kill Roll and spread it out on the table, taking the first blade covered with blood, walked over to the driver. He was still on the ground looking up at me, with pleading eyes. There was no time for wasting anymore, as I kneeled beside the bleeding man. He was too weak to fight back; as I took the knife in my glove covered hands and thrust it straight into his throat. His body began to jerk as blood began to spatter all over the place. I had to move out quick and not a second too soon, to protect my body from being covered in this devil’s blood.

  The car coming up the hill was for two reasons only. It was to clean the place and as I was sure now, there was a lot of money hidden in this house. Money should never be left in the hands of unclean people, as it would then become dirty money. An honest person like me could do so much more with it. This was turning into a very lucky day for me, as I was going to be killing once more today and split with a handsome cash reward.

  The car came to a screeching halt in front of the door, and out skipped Nick and Jen, both with fully loaded semi-automatic weapons in their hands. Having recovered my knives, I hid in the darkness to watch the drama unfold. When they entered the first thing they noticed was that the door leading to the dungeon down below was now open. They raced toward the open door and tried to look in. The lights had been turned off and nothing could be seen. Clutching his gun close to his chest, Nick started to enter slowly, as Jen stood on guard outside. You could hear a pin drop; a completely dark and eerie silence had descended and the smell of death was hanging all around. A lingering disquietude had started to hang heavy about the place. All of a sudden a shrill scream could be heard coming from the cellar. ‘Run, Jen, run…’ a screaming from below could be heard. Nick had found his dead friend and was now in panic mode. As Jen turned around to run out to the safety of their car, I smashed her face in with a brass vase from one of the show shelves. She fell over backwards and was now at Nick’s feet, who in-turn was pointing his gun at me, hands trembling. This fuck jerk was going to pull the trigger; he was just too tense and nervous. In the blink of an eye I lurched toward the door and saw myself out. He came running behind me, gun pointed out in front of him.

  I had already reached the garden bushes and was hiding among them. From my bag I withdrew another hunting knife and held it with the blade in my hand and handle pointing outward. He reached the car and was leaning on it, as he scoped the garden in front of him, arms outstretched with the gun. He was jittery and even a slight noise was going to set his trigger finger off. Feeling around I found a small stone and threw it away from me. Hearing the sound he turned and left his whole side open for me to take a shot. I stood up and ninja-chucked that knife. I watched as the blade swirled in the air and stuck itself into the left of his abdomen. He dropped the gun and immediately tried to pull the blade out. Too late, I reached him and pushed it in further, embedding it deep within his flesh. Placing my arms under his shoulders dragged him back into the house. His wife’s face was a bloody mess; she was still on the floor, trying to open her eyes. I threw him over the railing and he landed near the body of the dead driver. I picked her up and then threw her on her husband. Rushing down I pulled out two more knives that they had used to kill those poor working girls; and now laid all three bodies side by side. Looking into his eyes I asked.

  ‘Why?’

  ‘What the fuck do you care?’

  ‘Why did you do it, you, your wife and that dead driver?’

  ‘Please sir, please… don’t kill me. I tried to stop them…’

  ‘Shut-up-bitch, you could have stopped the madness, but you didn't.’

  ‘Be quiet,’ he said ‘don’t tell him anything.’

  ‘Listen there's money there in the corner, just take it and leave us alone. I can get more if you want.’

  I hadn’t noticed that in the faraway corner there were three black garbage disposal bags filled with money. This was good because after this Blood Thrill, I was also going to reap a huge bounty.

  ‘You shut the fuck up.’ I said - ‘I don’t negotiate with killers.’

  ‘Who are yo
u to talk? You are a worse killer… like the pan calling the kettle black. Fuck you, fuck off, you goddamn liar. Just let us go - we will get you some fucking good kills if that’s what you want.’

  His eyes started to get that faraway look as I pushed the blade with surgical precision into his throat. The blood began to empty from the insertion and ooze onto the floor. His wife closed her eyes and accepted her fate, as the blade went into her chest and deep into her evil heart.

  I had very tactfully used the same knives that had been used on the working girls. There were six blood stained knives out of which three had now been used. This I did knowing that their bodies would eventually be found and the knives with prints and DNA from the blood, would lead to the murders. Once the cops were done with the blood work, it would carry trace evidence from the girls’prints and DNA evidence would throw the case wide open, and probably break into a public scandal. Everything would at some point lead to this room, this room of horrors.

  My bounty for the night, were three bags of money, 4 SmartPhones, 9 knives and all the pictures. I knew the pattern used by the hooker on her phone, as she had shown it to me. The driver’s phone had a passcode, which I had committed to memory. The husband and wife had used fingerprint technology on their phones. Unlocking their phones and changing the login was not going to prove difficult, as their fingers were available for my unlimited use. Using their fingers to unlock their phones, I now changed the login to ‘No security required.’ With all these goodies in my possession, it was now time to head back to my car and split from the scene. Switching off all the lights now made my way, walking down the road with my heavy yet sweet burden on my back. It was a long and arduous walk with such heavy stuff on my shoulders. Having almost reached my car, I set everything down to take a breath. From below the hill, headlights could be seen. Another car was racing up to the house; ‘who the fuck was this new entrant?’