"…I looked at my reflection, dazed; I'm not the person I used
to know, anymore…"
Part 01 of 02
There were series of murders done over the past
week. Within a short time, it accumulated to already 20 persons
in this series of crimes.
The mystery of it is, all the crimes happened
during daylight, and yet, no one has seen who the perpetrator is.
Worse, it's murder done with mutilation.
I called my father, who was working at his
office over these crimes. He is the chief police of Florida, and
somehow, I was worried over him… I just have a feeling of
"Yes, Kristen?" My dad answered. I could hear
the background of rushing calls and sirens at his office.
"Dad, are you alright? You've been working
overtime by these-these-crimes!" I exclaimed. Not that I can do
anything about it.
"Sorry, kiddo…I have leads already to the case
about the perpetrator…you know that he's doing his killing spree
at broad daylight-"
"Dad? This is Florida-the sunshine state?
Hello? Daylight is out of the question." I hissed, duh.
"Stop cracking, Kristen!" I could hear him
restraining his laughter. "Look, why don't you go get yourself
something to eat? I'll be home, late." He is always late.
"And…well, that's it…" He continued with a bit of uncertainty on
his words that made me even more anxious.
Dad always treats me like a child. I'm 20
"Dad…I, well… just be careful…ok?"
"Okay, Kristen. Love you." I hung up on him
after saying I love you, too. I just got the feeling that
something's not right…still, something is definitely not
It's already 9:30pm; quite 5 hours have passed
since I called my dad. The feeling didn't subside at all…I'm
beginning to get worried. I promised Eric I'd be staying at home
and prefer to pass the day, I feel like sleeping, but rather, I
can feel I'm anxious rather than feeling sleepy.
I looked to my phone's LCD and observe the
timeless smile of Eric over the screen saver. "Hello, Eric?" I
called up to him; my weird aura is eating my insides, like I'm
getting insane-whatever! "Eric?"
"Yes, Krisy?" Eric answered-he's my boyfriend,
though a bit older than me by a year.
"Eric-you remembered I told you about I feel
something bad-like a premonition, about my dad? I can't shake
it!" I groaned…it matters-like something's bad going to happen to
"Calm down, Kristen…hold up, I'll go to your
place-is your dad still working?" Eric asked.
"Yeah-and he isn't back yet, Eric…" all these
matters of discussing are getting my heart pumping fast.
"Then that's good news to me?" Eric made a
chuckling remark. His sarcasms have come in wrong timing, but
lucky him it's not the time to get mad.
"Eric?" I pressed my tone, sounding firm for
him to realize to stop his sarcasms, this is not funny.
"Oh, sorry, yeah, how about we check him to the
Oh my BF, aside from getting my firm tone, is
brilliant! "Oh-sure! Eric thanks-meet you there?"
"Sure, Krisy! We'll just stroll down, make sure
he's ok, is it up for you?"
"Well, see you there, love lots!"
"Love you, too…Eric!" I hung up.
Twenty minutes later from the house to the
police department, I saw Eric. A black-haired amber-eyed guy who
loves me, standing at 5'9" with a slender posture-he's just so
cute. Well, a lot of my friends say we are perfectly
matched-though my hair at waist level does go in a copper-hue
that compliments my green eyes, and I'm around 5'6"-5'5" I think?
But they did say we are perfectly matched-I do have a secret
humor of "Kristen X Eric" over. Yeah, it's a secret, I never
mentioned that term to anyone, just for me to keep.
We went to dad's office up on the third floor
of the police department; only to found out he's not
"Ms. McSaul? You're father's not here. He went
with the operation team to apprehend the suspect who's been
rampaging for a week, doing the series of mutilations over the
victims." One of the police officers informed us. Oh great, now
Eric and I raced down scurrying back to the
"Eric-we've got to find him, he's-"
"Krisy, we can't just go there. What if you get
harmed? Besides, your dad knows what he's doing! The police
officer also told us he has a team of eighteen men with him, and
against one suspect-don't worry, your father would be safe." Eric
assured me with his tender eyes.
"Eric…" My intonation made him worried that he
finally asked something.
"Kristen, what is the main reason you are very
tensed up? Do you have nightmares about him?" He asked as we walk
out of the police department.
"No…" I said as I wrapped my palms against each
other and then to my shoulder…a warm embrace hurdles softly to
me. Despite his playful sarcasm, Eric is really sweet, and I love
him for that.
"Kristen…I could swear you're hiding
something…I know you only have your father with you, I understand
that, but …" he said to me almost a whisper.
I finally gave up. "Eric, I'm most worried over
my father because, back at home…I found disturbing things around
his desk and some things he has. Yeah I know, my mom's gone, he's
the only one I have, Eric, aside from you." He smiled as I said
the last words to him, I continued, "But Eric, the stuffs I found
from his room were…sickening…" I paused.
He didn't say anything, I can see in his eyes
he wants me to continue.
"I found pentagrams, demonic pictures… and
sigils and stuffs in his room, hidden in a compartment…there were
blood trails over, and…and…a picture of slain bodies-and-and…the
crucifix on his room was tilted upside-down…Eric, honestly, even
the bible hidden in that compartment has blood tattered on the
pages…" My thoughts are severed from the facts, I know, Eric may
not believe me.
"Seriously?" he asked, and I nod after.
"No way…I…Kristen, I don't really have any idea
how to say-"
I cut Eric short, "I know, you would think he's
the reason behind the crimes…I do, too, Eric…that's why I was
really worried about him, for all the reasons…!" I gasped, my
tension about this issue is creeping me.
"I know you're worried, Kristen…we may need to
go to the place…"
"Let's go then, I know where the place is.
Before we went out, I slipped over his desk and found the
location of his operation on the papers he has been working." I
declared to him. My sleuthing genes that belonged to my dad must
have acted upon that moment.
Without delay, or does he have no choice, but
Eric agreed. We rode off a train until we reached the nearest
station, and trailed off hiking in a deep forest. It is said on
the information on my dad's desk that the location of the raid is
deep within a forest, where a cabin lies up north.
It's already almost midnight when we arrived on
the location, for once; it really is frightening out here. I
could imagine that Eric is here with me, everything's fine-but
no…this is not like in the movies or fairy tales.
We found the cabin, and it portrays the words
"horrible" alive and kicking over the midnight. I smell something
"Blood…this is a smell of blood…" Eric answered
me, I must have been mumbling my thoughts aloud-not that it
matters now. "Krisy, stay very close to me."
We went inside the cabin…the strong scent of
blood that can anytime make any of us puke begins to stir on our
The whole cabin was dim, Eric stopped dead on
his tracks; it wasn't funny what we have seen. Bodies were lying
anywhere in the floor-and I mean anywhere.
They were mutilated.
Organs and body parts of these poor people were
in a mess, as much as blood painted the whole floor and even the
Worse, the whole living room is a scene of the
most horrific horror I could have seen, and it's a lot worse. I
see the different signs and symbols with demons, the inverted
pentagram, angel falling from the sky, angels being triumphed by
I veered away from the crazy scenery-it's too
much to bear. I can't face all of this…what the hell is dad doing
here? Too many questions, but I can't find even one descent
I stepped backwards, trying to grasp the fact
that the people inside the cabin are dead…my dad, where is
"Dad? Where is…where is he?!" I
Suddenly, on the room on our left side from
where we are standing on the living room, someone stands with an
"Mr. McSaul!" Eric rushed to someone we have
seen, but I cannot believe what Eric just called him…Mr.
McSaul…no I refuse to believe it. My vision is dimming to see
him-no, not my dad!
"Dad…?!" My voice seemed uncontrollable to
"He seems alright…" Eric told me. He look at my
dad's body which I also observe, he's alright-no blood whatsoever
gruesome things happened to him.
It was a relief.
I look straight to where the voice called my
name, that voice was familiar…of course, it's my dad's.
Unexpectedly, gold eyes emanating in the dim was looking towards
-everything went black.
Resilient thoughts came up to me as I wake up…I
found myself in a bed-tied. I look around the room, and on the
other bed besides mine, Eric lies also tied up.
He's still alive, isn't he? -I tried to speak;
no words came out from me.
"You're awake." A voice told me. I narrowed my
eyes to see a guy-he's a handsome young guy, wearing jeans with
long-sleeves polo unbuttoned, baring his chest. He has gold eyes,
and he is quite handsome, so to speak.
I noticed those gold eyes-then a refraction of
thoughts came back to me. Before I fell unconscious, those
were the gold eyes that stared right before I pass
No-something's not right…why does the angle or
direction of the gold eyes I imagined came from my father?
I don't know…but those eyes-I could have swore
I was looking into my dad's eyes, wondering why his eyes turned
gold. Then this guy here, he has the same set of eyes-no, I don't
"What have you done to Kristen's father, you
jerk?!" Eric snarled suddenly beside me, he must have awakened,
thankfully. Then I realized a major view just at the back of that
mysterious guy-my father.
"Dad!" I screamed. He… is…"He…what did you do
to him…?!" I panicked. Thoughts and my words seem to mix around
my mind on what to say next.
Thy mysterious guy walks towards me. "You-don't
you dare placing your dirty hands to Kristen!" Eric attempted to
struggle, trying to loose his restraints of clothes and ropes
around his arms and legs.
The mysterious guy touched my knee, and to my
thighs…and he grinned facing Eric. "Why shouldn't I? After all,
she's my daughter." He said out his insane words.
"What-quit screwing around, jerk!" Eric hissed,
I wasn't able to say anything. But then I realize his eyes-they
were familiar, if reverted back to having a green color in them,
those eyes belonged to mine-and my eyes belonged to my
A tear flowed in my eyes. This mysterious freak
gently wiped them with his fingers.
He stepped back and dragged my dad's body-and
showed me the horrible look on him-
-my dad has no eyes on his sockets, rather, it
was ripped. Blood trails are found near the line of his eyes. I
was already confused-what just happened? My mouth can only open
but no words came out.
"Kristen…it's me…your father." The mysterious
guy told me gently.
"No-you can't be, you freak…!" finally, words
found their way out of my mind. This psycho is telling me he's my
"Drop it, psychopath!" Eric warned, his voice
is getting harsher.
"Of course, you wouldn't believe me…but I know
you two will very, very soon. Kristen, your mother's name is
Rona, and you look just like her…she died when you were ten…you
called me around 4:00pm today, I mean, yesterday since it's
already past 4:00am now. Your favorite movie is The Pirates of
the Carribean, and you hate horror movies, your favorite food is
always hamburgers, whatever flavor they turned out to be…" he
continued his facts about me, and all of them were real. "…and
finally, you said to mom before she passed away, that I will
always be with dad." He ended his long narration of my facts
of my life, both relevant and irrelevant with a smirk on his
End of part 01, to continue
on part 02