CHAPTER 12

Kristen was lying on the floor waiting for the Whisperer to return. She thought of what Lauren had said and about what the Whisperer said.

“Why have I been captured?” she asked herself. The answer was a resounding “I have no idea!” She thought about it some more and found that she truly had no answers. She thought about some of the crazy things she had been involved in high school but none of it was bad enough to be tortured like this. Then she remembered. Seven years ago at age 16 she had found herself in the terrible position of becoming pregnant by the first boy who had said that he loved her. For three weeks she had struggled over whether or not to tell her parents and finally she couldn’t take it anymore. She told her parents who had two differing opinions on what to do. Her mother told her she had to have an abortion. Her father on the other hand, told her that she would carry the baby full term and then would give the child up for adoption. The boy who had given her this ‘gift’ had denied ever being with her so she had no support whatsoever. While her parents fought about what to do about their young daughter’s predicament, Kristen and her best friend had gone down to the clinic and she had the abortion.

“Oh My God!” Kristen said almost in a whisper. “That is the only thing that I can think of.” She gathered all her bravery so that the next time her captor came to visit she would ask if this was why she was here.

Kristen didn’t have to wait very long before her ‘host’ came and told her more about her execution. The Whisperer came down the stairs the same way as always spouting the familiar passage.

“Is this because I had an abortion?” Kristen whispered back.

“I am your executioner; you have spilled the blood of innocence and you shall pay the ultimate price.”

Kristen had nothing to say. She had figured out why she was going to die; now she had to think of a way to get out of it.

The Whisperer had finally found a girl who figured out why she was being punished. She was smart and it would be such a waste to have to kill this one. The Whisperer knew that this was going to be a challenge. But for his Lord he chose to complete the task.

The Whisperer had to go out and hunt for the next girl on his list, Becky Holder. The list was long, but the Whisperer was up for the assignment. This was what he was born to do. Becky would be the easiest of all to apprehend. Her patterns were predictable and she had a set schedule. She worked from home, made sporadic trips out and had a dog. The dog was a problem. The Whisperer hated dogs, something that came from his childhood. The problem would be easily overcome if the proper steps were taken. Killing the dog would be the same as killing an innocent, so the situation had to be delicately taken care of.

The Whisperer thought of a way to get rid of the glitch. A steak with an appropriate amount of Insulin added would put the dog into a coma. Then wait until Becky came out of her house to see to her dog.

Just barely after dawn Becky came out of her house to look for her dog. There in the backyard she saw him lying on the grass looking like he was asleep. She went over to him calling his name but the dog never moved. Like a shot, the Whisperer bolted out from behind the tree and hit Becky over the head with what was similar to a nightstick. Becky fell to the grass almost on top of the dog, but the Whisperer caught her in time. He walked her over to his van, hidden in a back alley and gently put her in it. The Whisperer left the dog and a note about what type of medical attention it needed on the neighbor's back door. He then took Becky down to Kristen.

The door opened and Kristen jumped. She had been lost in her own thoughts and had almost forgotten where she was. The Whisperer brought Becky down and dropped her beside Kristen. Nothing was said. The footsteps went back up the stairs and the door closed.

The Whisperer took off night vision goggles, then went to his list and checked off both Kristen Campbell and Becky Holder.

The door opened again and the all too familiar passage was being whispered, but this time Kristen didn’t jump. She was too busy trying to find the girl that was brought down earlier. Kristen couldn’t use her legs so her attempt at searching was callous at best. The footsteps and whispering let Kristen know that her time had come.

Kristen felt her hair being grabbed and she screamed out loud. Her screams woke up Becky.

“My name is Kristen. Tell my mom and dad that I love them!” was all Becky heard before the door closed.

Becky tried to stand up but her legs wouldn’t work and she had a killer headache. She was grateful for the cool dampness and the darkness; she figured she had a migraine. Becky tried to think of the last thing she did but it was blank. She began to cry as fear started to set in.

Upstairs, the Whisperer asked Kristen

“Do you repent?”

“I have only my abortion to repent for.”

“Do you repent?” This time the question was asked more forcefully. The Whisperer pushed Kristen back and slammed her shoulders on to the blades in the standing table.

“No.” Kristen spoke just as forcefully back “I do not repent for something that happened at such an inappropriate time in my life. If this is why you are going to kill me then I know that I will be in God’s care and there is nothing that you can say or do that will change that.”

The Whisperer was hostile, pulling as he cut Kristen’s hair off as roughly as he could. When he shaved her head he made sure some of her scalp was cut as well.

Before Kristen could say anything else she felt a prick on the side of her neck. She wanted to move but wasn’t able to.

The Whisperer took great pleasure in killing Kristen. He cut off her eyelids and her ears then sewed her mouth shut. When he was done with that he cut her breasts off and shoved her harder into the razors. The Whisperer then disemboweled Kristen and took out her uterus. He watched her take her last breaths. The Whisperer was satisfied with his work. It was overdone but Kristen’s last comment justified the extreme measures taken. As the Whisperer cleaned up, he knew the next girl, Becky, would be an extreme challenge.

The Whisperer wrapped Kristen’s body in the plastic drop sheet that was underneath the revolving table. The body was heavy even with all the parts that had been removed. The drive to the dump site was uneventful. When the Whisperer drove by the first time he saw a police car surveying the area. While waiting for the police to leave, the Whisperer had pulled off into some bushes. The van was painted flat black and had darkened headlights. When the police car finished surveying, the Whisperer grabbed the body out of the back and hauled it over to the dumping site. First the earlobes, eyelids and breasts were put down and then the body was placed on top of them. The plastic drop cloth was put back into the van and then the Whisperer waited for the next police patrol to come by. They were coming by every thirty minutes now since the discovery of the other bodies. The second patrol car passed the Whisperer and disappeared around the corner. The van slowly made its way out of the industrial park then back to his house where the next challenge waited.

Becky heard the door open and footsteps coming down the stairs. The whisper was back again, whispering the same passage as always. She started to scream and wail as the Whisperer continued back up the stairs and closed the door.