Upon the Cross They Hang

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
it is about a psychotic psychiatrist who kills people for his "Lord"

Submitted: May 16, 2012

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Submitted: May 16, 2012

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With the wind blowing in my face, I found it hard to see. I have been walking for two miles now, and carrying this body was depleting all of my energy. It didn’t matter though, I enjoy what I do. Just the adrenaline makes it worth my while. My patients running and screaming through my office just gives me pleasure. I just love how I get to decide how they die in every manner; it just sends a chill up my spine. I guess you could call it “the thrill of the chase”, but it’s not really a chase. A chase would entail a chance to escape. And this particular victim was the best so far, he was not sedated like I have had the others. I wanted him to feel everything and know what was going to happen to him. He had some what of a chance to escape, but being on the top floor with only one door to get out gave the poor sap two options. He could face me and get the key, or jump out one of many windows a hundred floors up, and pray really hard he will grow wings or land like a cat. I believe this patient’s name was John or maybe Jerald; what ever it may have been he wont be a problem to society ever again. He deserved what I did to him. Like all my patients, he was a criminal, a scoundrel, a low life if you prefer. He was a horrible man; he murdered his wife and small child. Just so he could collect the insurance money he took out a week before their death. “It was a fire Doc., I swear” he said to me crying out his eyes the first appointment he had. I didn’t care I wanted to kill him. I carefully watch the news for villains like him and request them so I could possibly help them get over their traumatic experience. So, I did exactly what I promised them. “When you leave here, you will be someone new; a changed man even.” I told him. As with all of my “former” patients he was the last to come in, and today he really angered me. Young Mr. Jerald walked in my office like he was a mourning husband and father. It made me sick how he had on a brand new suit and Rolex watch.My father would say to me as a small boy “Ask and you shall receive”. I asked, and I have received all that I asked for, the worst of society’s criminals. I feel as though it is my duty to save these poor lost souls. I turn them over to my lord and dispose of them so they may feel his wrath for their crimes. “Down the sinner and up shall rise the saved” my priest once told me, and that is what I have lived my life by. I kill the sinner so they may rise up anew for my lord and repent in front of him for their horrible sins. I look ahead and see the cave burial site. My small replicate of jesus’s cave. As of now I have six saved souls in there. All draped in a purple cloth and hanging from a cross with a little crown on their heads. I lay down young Mr. Jerald, and open up the cave door. He looks at peace now, so serene. The rain has washed all of the blood off of him now except for the slit on his throat. I wonder how in peace he is now that he is in heaven with my lord? I grab him by his arm and drag him into the cave and attach him to a cross like the others. I place a little thorn crown on his head, and tear off his dirty suit jacket and shirt. I walk over to a little box and bring out a long purple robe. I look at him, I wish that was me. I pull the robe on him and  say my prayer for him “Domine, animam eius ab eterna dampnacione. Derecta vias ambulet tuam quasi aurum multum comedentes in mensa tua perdidit filium. Et receperunt eum et uxorem illius videat infantem complexus. Quaeso nomen tuum, fiat.” I walk away and seal the door behind me, and look back. “I will see you one day my brother and then you shall understand my sacrifice for you” I say aloud. Climbing down the hill was easier than it was coming up, but I guess that is to be expected. I feel in a way relieved that I have done my lord’s will. It rained all the way back to the car and then, it just stopped like my lord wished me to have a safe ride to my new patient; his new saved soul. The long drive back to the city would be a dull one. Since I left young Mr. Jerald in the cave, I have been lonely and wish to have another companion. My ride home must have been a quick on. I was so deep in my thoughts that I didn’t see my drive way. All my mind was occupied with was who is next, what have they done, and how did my lord wish me to relieve him of sin. The locks did their normal clicks as I turned the key. It was quiet in the house, but I’m glad; all but my little Rose. She runs up and immediantly begins to pure and meow. I pick her up, and take her into the kitchen, I grab the remote to the television. Rose starts to squirm and I hold her tighter and tighter. She meows in pain, I didn’t realize I was hurting her. She jumps down, knocking the remote out of my hand. The television turns on, and on pops the news. I turned on my television and on pops America’s Most Wanted. I adored this show; it gave me a wonderful idea of how much my service was needed to this world. It was a shame yes, but it was my calling. My lord has given me a good life. On comes a woman on the news now, she is a teenager. “Young Melanie Carter was charged today with first degree murder of her mother, Sabrina Carter. She was said to be beaten alive with a bat, her legs were broken in four places along with both of her hands.” the reporter said. What a shame a mother beaten to death by her own child. “Ms. Carter claims that it was her boyfriend of two years who never liked Mrs. Carter in the first place. The boyfriend, Wayne Pearce, is a respected teacher with an outstanding record. Mr. Pearce denies all accusations against him. He insist that it was Ms. Carter who was having problems with her mother. Mr. Pearce reported that Ms. Carter has been having severe mood swings lately. Ms. Carter said “yes, I have been a little moody but, I would never hurt anyone.” She later informs us that she is seeking a doctor to help her stabilize.” Her case will be held Friday the seventh.” the anchorman said. It was interesting to me; I think this is my next patient. I grabbed my PDA, nothing that day. I typed in new patient in the empty slot. In seven days, I need to prepare for her. She looked like a poor child who has never felt the loving hand of my lord on her life. That will change when I meet her.

 

Seven days later

 

“Hello Ms. Carter, I am a doctor. A psychiatrist if you may, I wish to evaluate you and determine if you were really at fault, and if you were then I will pass you as insane.” I said to her. She looked at me for a while, “Okay” was all she said. I took her to my office and directed her to the chairs and locked the doors.

 

 

 

 

Latin Prayer Translation:

“Heavenly Father, save his soul from eternal damnation. May he walk down your streets lined with gold and eat at your table as a long lost son. May he see his baby and wife and they welcome him with open arms. In your name I pray, amen.”


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