Murderer
CHAPTER 1 - First Blood (Revision Prologue)
Suburbs of Manggala, July 27, 2017
The atmosphere of the night in the outskirts of Manggala feels very gripping, moonlight was reluctant to appear. The forty-year-old woman sped up the pace, she felt insecure as if someone was following.
His footsteps suddenly came to a halt as a tall figure wearing a black coat stood before him. The figure's face was covered in a hooded coat, but a cruel grin was clearly visible under the dimness of the street lamp.
He took a few steps back from the stranger. Is he a ghost? There may be ghosts in this age. Or robbers? But she was just a poor woman living in a shabby hut on the outskirts of town. He walked over, the woman turned around and ran away with all her might.
He kept running and running then turned into every alley he could walk through. After feeling that the figure could not catch up, his steps slowed down. His body trembled violently, he was so frightened, while he did not feel that he was having any problems with anyone. However, the man grinned as if he wanted to kill him.
Those gray irises of eyes, looking around, he ran too fast and turned. I don't know which street is safe for him to go home. Slowly and alertly he walked back.
“Who is that guy? Absolutely terrible — what he wants from a poor woman like me!” He was half grumbling with fear.
Finally he arrived at his little hut. A creaking sound rang out as he opened the door of the hut. His breathing had begun to be regular even though the body that was already approaching the old was still trembling.
Someone's burly hands held the woman's body and made her turn back. Again, a figure wearing a black coat appeared.
“Who are you? To—hmmpph!”
He had not been able to scream one hand that man had smothered his mouth.
“Suster Sandra!” greet that figure with a raucous voice.
The woman's eyes were wide. No one has called him that long ago.
“Hmmmph!” He rebelled, trying to escape.
“Don't fight or your life will drift!” threaten these strangers.
Sister Sandra nodded in agreement. That cruel grin was back in sight. He twisted the poor woman's hand and forced her into the house violently.
The night was so late, the alley where he lived was silent. Only the sound of the dog barking and the seconds of the wall clock were heard. The man was tall, his body was firm, he was like a highly trained sportsman.
She told Sister Sandra to sit down. Damnit damnit! Why do I always have to be frugal and install a lamp that is not bright like this! The former nun cursed herself because she always delayed the time to replace her ill-lit bulb, so that at this time he could not see the face of the terror in the dim light with his old eyes.
The metallic lustre of stainless from the small blade that the person was holding onto frightened him. He wanted to scream, but he would lose his life. I don't know what this guy wants from him.
“What do you want?” lirih sister Sandra.
The man chuckled, his hoarse voice adding to the horror of the atmosphere that night. “Give us the documents of Benedict orphanage you held before the fire happened!”
This time the man's remark really made Sister Sandra surprised. No one knew if he had time to copy some documents, including a list of donors who adopted orphanage children.
“What document do you mean?” sister Sandra asked pretending not to understand.
“Do not pretend to be stupid! Quit being a nun has it made you a liar?” snapped the man earlier and made sister Sandra's guts shrivel.
“Stupidity, selfishness, and pride of adults make the lives of children were taken ...” he said softly, he looked blankly at the ceiling of this rickety house.
“For the sake of the orphanage's pride, then the children who tormented them, live a good life in the care of new parents!” This time he continued with a tone of voice filled with emotion.
Sister Sandra's hand moved slowly to reach into her pocket, intending to pick up the phone. But this man's eyes caught his movement faster, he pierced the helpless woman's thigh. Fresh blood seeped out and began to make the peach-colored fungus that Sister Sandra wore turn dark red.
“Don't try shouting and don't try to move!” He snapped while kneeling before Sister Sandra.
“Where are the documents you save, basic lady j****g!” This man's emotions are unstoppable no longer. Her hand pulled the rough hair of sister Sandra. He's completely lost his patience.
Sister Sandra did not really want to submit to this crazy man. But his thighs are starting to numb. There was so much blood coming from the knife. The former nun sneered. “You will still kill me whether I hand over or not hand over the documents right?”
“You are not in a position to bargain with me. And ... yes, without or with that document, your life will still drift!” He grins evil.
Sister Sandra this time chose to give up. His life is in the hands of this man. He handed me a key. After all, for these ten years, he was tired of being haunted with guilt.
“In the closet there is a small safe. The code combination is 270795,” he said half whispered.
He's done with what's going to happen. I'm sure his life will be gone tonight. “I've lived a long time in guilt. Maybe my death wasn't enough to make up for everything. However, I'm tired.”
Tears dotted at the corner of this woman's eyes, the villain smiled — more precisely a triumphant grin. He went to the closet that the owner of the house showed, sure enough, the documents were right there. Then he returned to the victim after taking what he wanted.
“God bless you Sister Sandra. Don't blame me, blame God's fate so cruel to His children.”
A knife-edge rat in the heart ended his life. He also scratched the sign of the cross upside down in the palms of his victims, after that— he again sat sister Sandra in the plastic chair earlier.
She left the small house without a trace and Sister Sandra was found three days later.
To date, the murder of the former nun has not been solved. The small house witness to his death has now been torn down by the government for the expansion of the road, Manggala police consider the case as a frozen case. Without proof. No Trace.
No one ever knew if this would be a terrible series of events in the future, the beginning of a bloody tragedy. A series of vengeances that will keep the police busy.
Elsewhere, the killer kept a file he had taken from the victim in a small closet, but he stuffed a yellowed sheet of HVS paper with age into an envelope. The paper contained data on orphanages and families adopting them. The letter was sent to an address.
"A retaliation will take place soon. Deuteronomy 19:21 (NB) Do not love him, for he is: life for life, eyes for eyes, teeth for teeth, hands for hands, feet for feet. Let him who rests for injustice smile in his eternal sleep. Let us be the hand of God to punish them, one by one."
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