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PostSubject: MORAL DILEMMA CH.1   Fri Nov 20, 2009 8:06 am





Jack had taken a job as an associate detective with a reputable detective agency in San Francisco. After his injuries while on a secret mission for the Navy he quit and took his disability pension. He wouldn’t be content with a desk job.

During one of his assignments he became involved in a MORAL DILEMMA. This is that story.


He stalked the lady for two weeks. He was meticulous and methodical; and she was married without children. She resembled his whoring mother who had shamed and emasculated him. The world would be rid of such vermin. It would be the fourth victim in the cleansing. Today would be the climax of his psychotic thoughts.

She was structured and her activity was predictable. Her husband would be absent tonight; he was in a business meeting in Phoenix. The house was compromised with a bug he installed in their living room. The killer gathered information to fulfill the plan and his quest. He took the time and patience to do his victim. He had placed the bug in the house earlier; gathering his needed information. It was dusk and he was ready.

It was a quiet estate situated on five lovely acres; the house was magnificently built in the colonial style with rock facade and landscaping accentuating the peaceful tranquility. The evening was perfect as he drove up the driveway to fulfill his destiny. The excitement was building as the distance to the house was diminishing. He was dressed as a priest because the mission was blessed. He rang the door bell.

“Yes.” The intercom spoke.

“Is this Mrs. Templer?”

“Yes, how may I help you?” The intercom seemed impatient.

“Mrs. Clarisse Bergman sent me to visit you.”

“Oh, Clarisse sent you, certainly come in.” The door answered with a joyful buzz.

The deceitful predator entered. He stood before Mrs. Templar looking saintly with his gentle smile and crisp uniform of a priest. She smiled back not realizing she had just let a monster into her home. The name Clarisse was extracted from the bug and expedited his entrance. “Clarisse asked that I visit you.”

“For what reason?” Robin had no idea why Clarisse sent a priest.

“She wanted you to have a gift.”

“That dear girl, what gift would she give me?”

“Heaven or hell!”

Robin froze at the remark and felt a deadly chill surge through her body. A sensation that felt like a dark covering enveloped her. Something is terribly wrong here and I feel the evil. I need to do something, but what?

She knew she had to escape. “Can I get you something to drink?”

He grinned, his eyes betraying her last moments. Robin sprang for the door but then two hands gripped her neck jerking her backwards while closing her air passageway. She kicked and squirmed but it was useless as her life drained from his deadly grip. I’m going to die, oh God, help me, I’m not alone, what is this feeling that now holds me? I see a glow that is soft and warm, that comforts me. I must go to that warmth that fills my heart. I see a vague figure standing with open arms, he’s majestic with love surrounding me, caressing me. Who is this creature waiting for me? Could it be?

She had a pleasant smile; her face seemed to glow as he stared. He cut off her wedding finger then left a message on her forehead in virulent red lipstick. WHORING BITCH!


The killer left the house as a car was coming in the driveway; a man exited the car and approached the priest.

“Hello father.”

“Good evening.”

“Is Mrs. Hardesty home?”

“Yes, can I be of help?”

The man was looking into his soul as if he knew that he had just killed. “Would you give her this?” He was carrying a small portable cooler. He withdrew a .22 Ruger six shot and aimed it at the killer priest.

“You’ve performed your last rites”

The fake priest jerked at the sight of the pistol. “Wha---“`Pop` The bullet left a telltale hole in the middle of the forehead. The startled priest fell; he had strangled his last victim.


Detective Sampson was talking with the CSI investigator.

“This is weird.”

“No shit.” The CSI investigator agreed.

“The Unholy Priest committing his fourth killing then being shot as he was leaving.”The police were actively hunting for The Unholy Priest and the community had been alerted.

“Damnest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Detective Sampson was stymied at the double killing as he ran his hand through his curly black locks. “This killer had to know when, where, and the exact time of the serial killers attack on Mrs. Templar.”

“It seems that way, maybe it was coincidental.” Replied the CSI investigator.

“No I feel this was a premeditated kill by someone.”

The strangulation of Mrs. Robin Hardesty, then the killer
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PostSubject: Re: MORAL DILEMMA CH.1   Fri Nov 20, 2009 9:36 am

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PostSubject: Re: MORAL DILEMMA CH.1   Fri Nov 20, 2009 10:19 am

ty I will post futher excerpts
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