When the pain of loss shows in a man's life, he looses his personality and falls into chaos. Sometimes, this chaos changes into something much worse and he falls into hell. But in this hell, he might become something more different than he was, something broken and twisted, closer to the devil.
James Brigs splashed his way, step by step through the rain on the street towards his home. He knew between his car breaking down, missing his sons soccer practice and being late for his daughter's birthday party, he'd be in the worst trouble ever. Checking his pocket, he felt for the diary his daughter had always wondered and hoped it was the right birthday gift. As he got closer, he slowed down, going through the possible explanations he could give to his wife. Being a police officer wasn't exactly his dream job but it was better than doing nothing. Getting closer to the drive way of his house, his heart skipped a beat, the lights were off. Now he knew he was in trouble. "Ohh shit, I'm dead", he whispered as he knew that his wife and kids might all be mad at him for being worst father of the day. He made his way to the door and slowly removed his boots not wanting to make any sound that would wake anyone up. He reached in his pocket and took out the key but to his shock, the door was opened. He made his notions that maybe, Anna, his wife had forgotten to close the door, maybe waiting for him. Taking careful steps trying not to make any noise he made his way through the house. He stepped on something sticker and guessed that maybe it was some dried crazy drink children drunk. He moved forward into the kitchen and opened the fridge to get a beer to cool his nerves. That's when he noticed a sound, a soft wheezing sound. Slowly, he made his way towards the study where he could hear the sound coming from. He noticed something darker on the floor and slowly reached to the wall for the light switch and turned the light on. The sight before him made his heart stop, his breath seize and the blood in his veins go cold. "Daddy". On the floor laying in a pool of blood was his 4 years old son, Adam and beside him, a piece of paper. James didn't stand for a minute, he sped toward the boy and took him in his arms. Tears streaked down his cheeks. "Don't worry son, everything will be all right", he lied mostly to himself than his son. "He came, he got us all", was what his son whispered last. In a house containing four people, only one was breathing. Without waiting for anything, he run into the kitchen and switched on the main switch and the whole house was engulfed in light to reveal a hell for a man, a hell no one was supposed to bear. The only thing anyone heard was a scream from the Brigs house as James found what remained of his family.
In his line of work, chief inspector Peter Hoofer hadn't seen anything like this in his life. A whole family murdered horribly with the only survivor as the husband , a good police officer. "Andy, what happened here?", he asked one of his men who were first on the scene. "Sir, three dead. One woman, a boy about four to five years old and a girl who was also maybe twelve. A neighbor called us when she heard a scream.". Inspector Peter looked at the crowd of reporters gathering. "Do me a favor, get those damn reporters as far as you can, we don't want them making this harder than it already is.", the inspector said and went on his way into the house. "Where's James?", he asked one of the young officers in uniform. "In the house, seems to be bummed out", the young officer said. Walking into the house, he saw the mess it was in. Blood almost every where. "Jesus", he whispered. "Not even close". He turned slightly to see his friend and long time partner, Matt Yong. "Whoever did this , he might have been a psychopath", Matt said as he led Peter into the kitchen where James sat, crying. "The autopsy result of the young boy states that he was stabbed seven times, two in the chest, one in the abdominal area and four in the back.". That got Peters attention. Someone who could do something as bad as this deserved to be caught. He walked towards James. James was one of the few young officers of his kind. He was always willing to help, respected everyone. Everyone liked him. "Kid, i can imagine how you feel, but you've got to keep it together", he whispered only to the hearing of James. That got his attention. "You can imagine how i feel? You can imagine? No you can't.", James shouted before sitting down, not showing any emotions besides the tears. Peter could see what was going on, James was broken, he'd seen this kind of things in people who've lost their friends and close relatives. "I need to ask you a few things.". James didn't wait for the inspector to bombard him with questions, he just stood up and walked away into his bedroom where he took out a small piece of paper which he had found on the floor beside his son. It was a piece of a letter and contained on small part of three lines. "Andrew Humming needs", was the only thing on the first line. "Make delivery before heat", was the second line and the third line was, "silence him". James changed his clothing, putting on a black t-shirt and blue faded jeans with his sneakers. Picking his Beretta, he slot in a magazine and stuck it in it's holster. Without anymore thought,he went out the window. He wasn't going to wait for the police to get the culprit, he'd do it himself and make the man pay. The law would give the man the chance to live in confinement but he would not think that way. His family was gone and he'd make anyone involved pay the price.
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