The Empty Coccoon - Part 3

Posted by Doodface

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Apologies for taking so long to finish this (as if anyone was eagerly awaiting the conclusion).


To read part 1, click here

To read part 2, click here


As I sat staring blankly at the knife coated in my family's blood, I fought back the nausea once again. Every fiber of my being screamed "KILL HIM!!", but I had to resist the urge. If i could just last through his psychotic ramblings, I may be able to save Sarah and the girls....

"...Very impressive, Mr. D.A.! I know that it must be very difficult to calmly sit on that couch while the killer of.." He put his hand abruptly to his mouth. "Oh no! Did I just give away the ending?" He smiled a smile of pure evil self-satisfaction.

Everything faded to black..

I woke up to him slapping me in the face.

"Wake Up Mr. D.A.! Surely a man that has condemned multiple men to their deaths can handle a little story time, no? Now where was I?" He rubbed his chin for a brief moment. His face suddenly lit up. "Ah yes! So once I have had my viewing time, I allow them to sleep.. Well.. The chloroform does!" He laughed out loud.

All I could do was picture plunging that knife in to him repeatedly. He watched as I studied the knife again and again. He pushed it closer.

"Would you like to pick this up? I noticed that you are very interested in it."

Again, I restrained.

"No? OK, then I will continue." He leaned back in to the couch and closed his eyes. "Once they are sleeping peacefully, I like to slowly consummate the new relationship. Nothing forceful or violent - lovingly."

He had a smile on his face now.

"The younger they are, the more fun this part is. I did not realize this until tonight! I mean 12 year olds were fantastic, but not in my wildest dreams could I have imagined how amazing TWO 4 year olds would be!"

I lunged for the knife and jumped on top of him, knife at his throat.

"THAT IS ENOUGH! Tell me where my family in RIGHT FUCKING NOW. I will torture you for weeks if that's what it takes!" I pressed the blade in harder, balanced at the limit before breaking through the skin.

He calmly looked in to my eyes, and grabbed my arm. He pulled my arm so that the knife broke skin. I pulled back.

"You would rather take your own life than tell me where my family is?"

"Yes. Gladly. My existence now is one that I loathe. Though I have been freed, and am able to finally partake in my fantasies, I know that what I am doing is monstrous." The anger in his face returned. "But your deeds are no less monstrous. You have killed, or ruined nearly 20 men. That is far beyond what I have done."

"Please Mr. Colmes. I will do anything! Just tell me what.." He abruptly raised his hand.

"Save it! Your precious little family is dead by now. All 3 were bleeding out as I left them. The little ones had 20 minutes, tops. All of your pointless interruptions dragged this process well beyond that."

Overcome with rage, I plunged the knife in to his chest. He smiled.

"Finally!" He wheezed with excitement. "Release your rage on me!"

I plunged the knife in again. He didn't even wince. He reached into his pocket for an envelope.

"Thank you, Mr. D.A., you played along nicely. You will now get what is coming to you." He handed me the envelope with that same self-satisfied evil smile.

I sat back to open the envelope. Inside was a letter.

Hello Mr. D.A.,

If you are reading this letter, you have played along perfectly. You have finally brought REAL justice in to the world. I am at this point either dead or dying - and this is a good thing. Everything I told you about my fantasies was true. However, I never once fulfilled my desires. Even after you made me in to a murderer in the public's eye, I restrained my needs. Even on your family.

Yes that's right, your family is just fine. I have a cloned cell phone that allows me to make calls or send messages from your number. I sent a text message to your wife telling her to bring the kids, and meet at a hotel for a weekend getaway. I expect that they are waiting at the hotel for you now.

Thank God. My family is alive!

While your family is fine and well, I do not expect that you will be seeing much of them. I have paid a gentleman to hack your e-mail account. Apparently, you invited me over this evening to apologize for accusing me of a crime I did not commit. I have a webcam set up in corner - yes that's right, look for yourself. You have just put on quite a show for the 100 or so people you work with that received the link in their e-mail. Police, judges, court clerks - they all just saw you kill me. Conveniently there was no audio on this video.

There is the webcam. Silently watching the entire evening.

If you're wondering how the rest of my plan worked, I will summarize for you. I chloroformed you when you arrived home and put you in your bed. I then spread around some pig's blood and cadaver fingers. Quite simple really.

The goal of this process was to show the world what you really are. A murderer. While you may have never plunged the knife in to flesh before tonight, you essentially have destroyed 19 innocent men.

Enjoy your time in the federal prison - surrounded by the men that you falsely convicted.

Sincerely,
Stephen Colmes


As I was reading the letter, he had quietly died. I could hear the sirens in the distance..