Finality Files

Finality’s Files
Entry 0001

These files are to document my cases, thoughts, observations and notes. If you’re reading these I am dead, either that or you broke into these files and soon will be dead.

Background:
My real name I shall keep to myself. I was born to middle suburbia parents in middle class America. Nothing special there though I did excel at academics and gymnastics. I graduated the public schools system early and entered college at age sixteen. Over the course of the next eight years I earned a doctorate in physiology and two masters in criminal science and forensic medicine. Yeah I was a geek and out to save the world.

I joined the FBI at age 25 and a year later was part of the behavioral profiler division. I was good, real good gaining accommodations and shiny gold starts in my file. That was until two years latter I was given a case involving a serial child killer and one that was operating in my home town.

For over thirty years he had operated and no one ever put together the pieces that the disappearance of 28 very young girls was the work of one person. I was the one that actually linked them together and was why I was put on lead for the case.

I won’t go into the details of the case, lets just say I was dealing with a sick sado-sexual predator that liked to abduct torture and kill his victims and dispose of the bodies in various locations. He never worked on impulse but took his time, stalking and learning his victim and carefully choosing his disposal site; each time making it look like the work of an outsider.

I worked the case like any other, I reviewed 20 years worth of cold cases and re-examined evidence and then a child went missing. The clock was running and I scrambled my team. Through the evidence I had ascertained that the one commonality was that he always used the same location and with that narrowed the possible locations to three.

With my team divided into two-man groups we moved out and I and another agent went to what I considered the most promising location, an abandoned cemetery that was deep in the woods and had a big enough mausoleum to serve for privacy and holding.

When we got there we could see their was light coming from the mausoleum so I sent the other agent back to call for help on the car radio as our cell phones could not get a signal. Not ten minutes latter I heard a scream and drawing my pistol I ran for the mausoleum and kicked the door open. What I saw changed me for ever.

It was not so much the blood, the sick Gilles de Rais scene that played before me, not even the now lifeless little girl bound and hanging. No it was the sight of my father naked and standing their covered in blood and holding a knife that forever pulled me out of my little illusion of the world and the possibility of ever again having a normal life.

He turned on me with eyes of an animal before he recognized me and for a moment we looked at each other each seeing each other as we had never seen the other before. His face went sad and he started to say something, whether he was going to explain or apologize I will never know for I pulled the trigger; emptying my pistol into the face of the man that once was my hero, my protector, my father.

I quit the Bureau after that; could never face my mother again either and never went to the funeral. That is when I went off the grid. What I did next is none of your business. Suffice to say I learned to live in the filth, I made contacts and now I hunt the sick, twisted animals of the world.

F**k, I need a drink.