The Sculptor - part 1 (557 hits)
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Submitted by kaos-king (antius777) (View user info) at 2006-04-24 23:15:44 EDT
I indulged myself and let out a small sigh.
The bench I was sitting on was cold and that chill had began to seep through my thick pants into my bottom. I shifted slightly and continued to pretend to be engrossed in the paperback book placed in my hands. I believe it was "In Cold Blood" by Truman Capote. Somewhat fitting, I suppose. I don't really know, since I have not ever actually read the piece of literature.
My fedora hat was leveled perfectly upon my head to mask my face as the many pedestrians strolled by on the busy city sidewalks. It also allowed me just the right amount of sight to scan the apartment complex across the street. I had been here for quite some time already and much longer might arouse suspicion. I could not have that. If too many more minutes past, I would have to leave and re-think my strategy.
Ah yes... what excellent timing. The lights in apartment 314 just went out.
I lower the paper back, still opened, onto my left leg to keep the page. I adjust my watch to go off in thirty-five minutes. That's approximately how long it takes the average person to fall asleep once they lie down in bed. I really don't have to set my watch. I have memorized exactly how long five minutes are. That is how long it takes the average person to read two pages of normal text in traditional book format. That would be seven flips of the pages in this book I currently have retrieved from my leg.
A few teenage Mexican boys come past me. I pay them no mind as they taunt me. Their words are meaningless to me. They are ignorant children and I have more important things to consider at the moment. Only when one makes a motion to take the briefcase sitting on the bench beside me do I look up at the youth. Perhaps it is the lack of emotion in my face, perhaps it is the blank stare I register him with, perhaps it is the way my body language shows I am ready for anything. Or perhaps he somehow realizes he is looking into the eyes of someone who is on a mission.
His jaw moves up and down a few times, trying to find the words. He then spins on his heels and drags his allies away with him down the street much to their confusion.
Perhaps he somehow knew I was the individual the media in the city had so sensationally titled "The Sculptor."
Such a ridiculous name. It reminds my of a comic book super villain of some type. I should not be surprise, though. I was well aware when I undertook this assignment that few people would understand what I was trying to accomplish. I doubt anyone involved with the case has even made the connection yet. If the Cleveland police bring in the FBI as I assume they will eventually have to, I can only hope there will be someone of merit on that team. Although I have absolutely no intentions of getting caught, it would be nice to know I'm working with professionals.
I suppose the name they've labeled me with could be much worse. "The Erie Eradicator," or "The Cuyahoga Chopper" would have been unfortunate titles, for instance. No, at least "The Sculptor" give me an essence of an artist. I find that pleasant. Incorrect in its assumption, obviously, but not totally unwarranted.
The media has been salivating to release more details of the other murders. Gruesome indeed, but even the yellow journalism of some of the most disreputable sources have certain codes they must follow. Words like "dismembered" and "disemboweled" along with "mutilated" and "massacre" didn't really capture the vivid imagery that one saw when witnessing the scenes with the bodies themselves as I had presented them. The more I thought about it, I understood why both the media and the authorities had focused their attention on the state of the bodies in death in relation to the murder scene.
But how was I to explain that what they considered the point of the murders was only part of the message, not the moral of the story?
Take my last subject, for example. He had been a wretched excuse for a primitive human. He was a solicitor of children for his own sexual appetite, a sodomizer of young boys. He molested their bodies while corrupting their souls. Granted, I had found this creature despicable and I, myself found pleasure in his demise. Still, I treated his extermination as I had the previous five.
I tracked him for days until I knew his routine. I waited patiently until I knew he would be alone for an extended period of time. I made my way unseen and unheard into his establishment. Using a gun with a specialized silencer of my own design, I put two bullets into his head. His death was quick and painless. It was only then I began my work, work that for which I have been deemed "The Sculptor."
I made it fitting.
I strung him over a table top, face down, his back arched so he was still on his feet. I nailed his feet into the wooden planks of the floor to keep him stable. After I sliced off his penis and testicles, I sat them off to the side to be used later. Using my blowtorch, I burnt the flesh off of all of his fingers. I positioned the hands towards the buttocks, and with a small hand drill, created eight small holes, four on each side. The finger bones, still attached to the hands, I slide into the holes, giving him the appearance of spreading him anus wide and inviting. I then used my scalpel to slice deep into his rectum until it was large enough to place his severed penis inside. His testicles I fit into his mouth, but not before pulling out all his front teeth with a pair of pliers. I used super glue to hold everything in just the right place. Oh, and I burnt his eyes out with the blowtorch. That was more for shock effect than for the horrific things he had made those boy boys witness, really.
But, this was not the point. This was not the purpose. I am not some vigilante out to right the wrongs of the world or vanquish evil. No, the true reason I do this was on the small of the man's back. The spot where I carved a symbol in a forgotten language. A spot that, undoubtedly, my pursuers thought nothing of - just another bit of butchery.
My watch alarm beeped.
I folded the paperback book close and put it into my peacoat pocket. I adjusted my fedora hat and picked up my briefcase full of my tools. It had been thirty-five minutes and I had work to do. The woman in the apartment before me was named "Janice" and was a divorced real estate agent. I had nothing personal against her, not this one. But it didn't matter. She would be shot twice, then re-assembled like the others.
It had to be done.
I had to finish my message to god.
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Submitted by Crystle (user info) at 2006-05-07 00:00:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
are you ever going to finish this series so I can read it?
Submitted by hot_pocket (user info) at 2006-04-29 23:39:34 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by matnotharry (user info) at 2006-04-29 20:14:01 EDT (#)
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This looks set to be gripping
Submitted by algermetiphist (user info) at 2006-04-26 11:23:20 EDT (#)
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No Comment.
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2006-04-25 23:39:04 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Silver_Stone (user info) at 2006-04-25 23:07:24 EDT (#)
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5th Story Arc?
Submitted by turkishblend (user info) at 2006-04-25 18:58:18 EDT (#)
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Submitted by simple_catalyst (user info) at 2006-04-25 13:19:44 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2006-04-25 12:44:30 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
It's good, but you should spend more time cleaning it up.
Submitted by houseman (user info) at 2006-04-25 12:33:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
You are really freaky dude.
Submitted by shadow (user info) at 2006-04-25 12:27:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
so, mommy not hug you enough... or too much?
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2006-04-25 12:05:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This deserves more attention.
Submitted by darko (user info) at 2006-04-25 06:44:21 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Stagger_Lee (user info) at 2006-04-25 02:49:57 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Looking forward to part 2.
Submitted by Chroniclysm (user info) at 2006-04-25 02:38:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
You ARE insane, right?
Submitted by forthewin (user info) at 2006-04-25 00:04:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I didn't actually read this yet, but +2, because it looked so lonely and unreviewed.