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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Mystery
- Subject: Crime
- Published: 05/26/2017
The Chalice Murders.
By Frankdiplomat
Some days, man, I just sit up at night, seeing only the bodies, not getting any shuteye. My father was a cop, and his father before him, so I was only proud to don the uniform. But some times I wonder if I'm in the right business. Seeing how broken some criminals are, you'd think humanity ain't got no hope, man. How can a person kill and gut another like a goat? Sometimes, I wish I was doing something else. Everyday just brings some new type of maniac to the streets. You see so much, you start feeling less. Except for one. That ain't ever gonna get outta my mind. There are maniacs, but occasionally, one just comes along who manages to take mania to a new high.
The first time I saw the body, it looked like a grotesque deformity. Mangled beyond recognition, what was before me looked more like a repulsive inert alien than a human being. Breasts cut out, genitalia maimed, stomach sliced, hands and legs twisted in an impossible position, it was a body disfigured like non ever seen. I remember upchucking every content of my stomach, before I could rush out. I just could not believe there was a person, a living, breathing human being, capable of such heinous acts. That was the beginning of serial murders that shook the entire city. The victims' MO were mostly the same -they were women, prostitutes, in their late 20s to early 30s - and they were raped and gutted up. The killer always left a signature mark; a chalice etched on the side of the victim's bellies.
And so began the search for New York city's most wanted man, by New York city's finest. Dubbed "The Chalice Murders", it became an overnight sensation. Newspapers and TV stations had a field day. There were multiple reported sightings of "The Chalice Murderer." Theories came up, first as whispers, then as articles and books, even in supposedly respectable news outlets. For some, he was a retributor, the hand of God, set out to wreck havoc on sinners. For others, he was some sort of esoteric demon - a vampire or zombie of sorts - set to roam the earth, and to kill at will. Four detectives were assigned the case - Edward O'Brien, Gina Glennen, Adolfo Schultz, and Tony Hayden. All were experienced detectives, with a lot of years and successes. They were all good at what they did, but for a long time, none made a headway.
Six months later - this was in August, I think - we caught a break, or so we thought then. A victim survived the attacks. Name of Cindy Glover, she fought so furiously and screamed so loud that the attacker could not finish up the ritual, leaving her half dead. She was rushed to the hospital, and the doctors were able to save her in time. The detectives alongside the news hawks swooped on her, trying to get everything they could, for evidence, and for news. The poor lady could not describe much, now noting he had blond hairs, at another time saying it was auburn. A psychologist attributed it to post traumatic stress, or some such. The only clear thing was that he wore a mask and a glove, as long suspected. For the demon theorists, this was no mask, but "it's" hideous face.
Then the killing stopped. From that time until now, there has been no killing that bears a resemblance to that method. I guess sometimes the smart ones escape. For all I know, he could have been arrested for a pretty random crime, or could be dead. He could have even moved to another city or country, or even changed tactics. We never really found out, and those cases remain unsolved to this day. Sometimes, you never get them all, unlike what the movies say. Sometimes, the best of them escape, and each time you see the victims' families, you'd wonder what you really are doing as a cop. I guess the right way to deal with it is to put in your best, and try not to think about the rest.
The Chalice Murders(Frank Diplomat)
The Chalice Murders.
By Frankdiplomat
Some days, man, I just sit up at night, seeing only the bodies, not getting any shuteye. My father was a cop, and his father before him, so I was only proud to don the uniform. But some times I wonder if I'm in the right business. Seeing how broken some criminals are, you'd think humanity ain't got no hope, man. How can a person kill and gut another like a goat? Sometimes, I wish I was doing something else. Everyday just brings some new type of maniac to the streets. You see so much, you start feeling less. Except for one. That ain't ever gonna get outta my mind. There are maniacs, but occasionally, one just comes along who manages to take mania to a new high.
The first time I saw the body, it looked like a grotesque deformity. Mangled beyond recognition, what was before me looked more like a repulsive inert alien than a human being. Breasts cut out, genitalia maimed, stomach sliced, hands and legs twisted in an impossible position, it was a body disfigured like non ever seen. I remember upchucking every content of my stomach, before I could rush out. I just could not believe there was a person, a living, breathing human being, capable of such heinous acts. That was the beginning of serial murders that shook the entire city. The victims' MO were mostly the same -they were women, prostitutes, in their late 20s to early 30s - and they were raped and gutted up. The killer always left a signature mark; a chalice etched on the side of the victim's bellies.
And so began the search for New York city's most wanted man, by New York city's finest. Dubbed "The Chalice Murders", it became an overnight sensation. Newspapers and TV stations had a field day. There were multiple reported sightings of "The Chalice Murderer." Theories came up, first as whispers, then as articles and books, even in supposedly respectable news outlets. For some, he was a retributor, the hand of God, set out to wreck havoc on sinners. For others, he was some sort of esoteric demon - a vampire or zombie of sorts - set to roam the earth, and to kill at will. Four detectives were assigned the case - Edward O'Brien, Gina Glennen, Adolfo Schultz, and Tony Hayden. All were experienced detectives, with a lot of years and successes. They were all good at what they did, but for a long time, none made a headway.
Six months later - this was in August, I think - we caught a break, or so we thought then. A victim survived the attacks. Name of Cindy Glover, she fought so furiously and screamed so loud that the attacker could not finish up the ritual, leaving her half dead. She was rushed to the hospital, and the doctors were able to save her in time. The detectives alongside the news hawks swooped on her, trying to get everything they could, for evidence, and for news. The poor lady could not describe much, now noting he had blond hairs, at another time saying it was auburn. A psychologist attributed it to post traumatic stress, or some such. The only clear thing was that he wore a mask and a glove, as long suspected. For the demon theorists, this was no mask, but "it's" hideous face.
Then the killing stopped. From that time until now, there has been no killing that bears a resemblance to that method. I guess sometimes the smart ones escape. For all I know, he could have been arrested for a pretty random crime, or could be dead. He could have even moved to another city or country, or even changed tactics. We never really found out, and those cases remain unsolved to this day. Sometimes, you never get them all, unlike what the movies say. Sometimes, the best of them escape, and each time you see the victims' families, you'd wonder what you really are doing as a cop. I guess the right way to deal with it is to put in your best, and try not to think about the rest.
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