Agent Morris and
Agent Simmons overview. Alert to all branches.
FBI task forces on serial killers
"There over 200-300 serial Killers working in the whole
United States" on that first day where the numbers kicked into my head
form the task force leader and the guide book constantly updated with profile
intros, types of serial killers, motives, the whole eerie look into the killers
psychopathic mind.
As an Agent my partner and I were tracking know mad men who
at one time had been locked up. No one could ever prove it but the population
of the whole prisons homosexuals, had been a mystery of cruel deaths so thought
done by mad men from inside gangs and cartels, the reality of what we found in
Baltimore changed everything. The camera, the trophy pictures. The house that
was smashed beyond belief in one room, the poor mangled body of a young dealer,
male on the floor under a group of brand new
white sheets covered in feces, blood, cocaine and semen, and the young
girl traumatized by what she saw on the video for only a few seconds with the
man who found the camera. Some heads can
handle horror in raw but others it is the existence of this horror that ends
any existence they may ever have, other than screaming off and on the young
lady was mostly comatose from what she saw. I don't know how the man who told
me why he was in the house. I couldn't bust the guy he was just a college kid
in the wrong place with an addiction who found the camera and then the body and
called it in.
I talked to him for a
short bit about what he saw, but it was the same thing I saw.
We called them Twins for they were twins and were caught as
juveniles after killing their own mother and the old man in the house she was
watching after at the age of 14. The twins then began a systematic removal of
all the drug dealers in the Downtown area around Mt. Vernon.
DNA a whole new realm, and this was the first time we had a
video, sometimes we found a body in the river ravaged by sexual violent death, the new white sheets whapping
the person usually a Drug dealer and the trolling in gay neighborhoods gave
them their first hunting ground. They had been released at 18 ad this was the
first time that the truth came out. I had a video and the crime scene, and was
waiting on the DNA. I was guessing that they had been responsible for up to 13
deaths in the local area that fit the M. O.
Agent Simmons bust through the door, her face a dark olive
color to her hair and eyes yet a light color over shadowing red from running
and something a gleam of something in her eye. I loved working with a doctor of
psychology as my partner, she may be a little green but the Chopper fixed that.
I had seen things of horror but the "Chopper" changed that, they were
still going through the bones, the old man's Drivers license was taken a few
years before so all his victims were in the walls in plastic, in the flooring,
cut dismembered looks of extreme terror frozen on their faces if the whole face
was there. The bodies were all over the back yard in the cellar, and bones,
piles of bones, some with strange markings breaks, scrapes, like teeth just
barely but the strange slices marks were so bizarre, until the lab came back.
An electric knife used to carve Turkeys in the 50-80's was scraping the bone. Cannibalism
for so long the old man was all white
and pinkish. The lab suggested he had not been eating regular food for the most
part of his diet for some time but all that was just the medical report.
"DNA' She screamed in a eureka with death right behind
it, a shadow of horror lay in her words.
She lay the report in front of me. I expected 2 folders and
that is what I got; One of all the DNA of over 100 victims counting they were
still ripping the building apart. The next folder had the DNA of the
"Chopper" and matches. 613 matches hit some all over the country, and
a direct link to my last crime, "The Twins" true monsters on the
loose and having spread carnage in Baltimore they left.
There was one other thing that pulled at me, the kids and
the old man had the same blood type. I had figured the kids was a victim, and
we had given him back to his family.
My mind began to real as I picked up the still of the Twins
holding the body of their last victim, this young man who looked like a very demon
had taken him in horrific lust and violence, and in his Chest was carved "Carnival"
with both the twins in either side
taking a picture, and also a date. June
14, 2015 40th anniversary. I began to take shape all the murders now tied to
three serial killers, madmen, and a small boy taken by a woman with papers,
back to his loving family who said they were leaving tow to put this terrible incident
behind them.
I typed my last conclusion, perspectives. I was too afraid
of what I was finding.
1. Connection in DNA between "The Twins" and the
"Copper" direct matching a string of murders in 9 states that other
task forces were working on, Florida, Kentucky, New York, Washington State,
Texas, Alabama, Tennessee, California, and Oregon.
2. Possible conclusion. We have a family who have brought up
as serial killers.
Agent Morris April 20 2015
The Boy.
My ma
was new, she liked to have parties with her sisters, she said she was ma now,
that Da was gone but she really my sister. She say I got a lot of sisters. They
come get me because they woman folk in nice small town, "Respected, here
we are" she would say.
Parties were different , they would go to the big city and
get a motel room, was very important, and the men came in from places the
ladies brought them then used them in party like Pa showed me. Then they play
cut. I liked cut, and they let me play. The man would be naked and the goal was
9. We copped off his fingers and his party thing but it took a while that is
why is it a game. We all stand around the bed and when we ready sis she yells
go, and we got things for cutting like knives or short swords and meat cleavers.
It was so fun I could barley reach but I tried, and it was so fun Da never lests
it get real messy, and we whipped it on each other when we were done, laughing
the girls always licking each other. Not for me till I was man. Then they would
teach me like Da. One my sisters always won the prize, one who he partied with
and it was hers and still full of sweet love as she swallowed the limp fragment
of manhood. W played splash then, before we took the plastic down. We would go
camping next and a have a feast in the woods with just the sisters and me and
the van in tents and they told the stories of Carnival like Da. I liked my new
home.
Horror is knowledge of what is really happening, now as we
speak, horror.
THOR
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