The Sixth Commandment, page 1
The Sixth Commandment
By
Will Pierce
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Prologue
1. Midnight Star
2. Breakfast
3. Lil’ Starlet
4. Her Friend.
5. He Couldn’t Help It.
6. Séance
7. The Pitchfork
8. Revenge
9. Johnny
10. Undercover Agent
11. My Sanity
12. Redeeming
13. Just Reason
14. Michael
15. New Blood
16. The Sacrifice
17. Mission
18. Merlin’s revenge
19. One Little Lamb
20. The Quarry
21. The Exorcism
22. Seeing the Truth
23. The Cloud
Epilogue
All rights or publication and film belong to this author William Pierce Plummer, Jr. of this story. The copyright number is TXu000806954 and no [part} of this novel is to be reduplicated.
LIBRARY OF CONGRESS CATALOGING – IN PUBLICATION DATA
pp.: 281
ISBN: 978-1-7368689-1-1
FIRST EDITION 2015
Published in the United States of America
Contact info: willpierce023@gmail.com
FIRST EDITION EBOOK 2015
Cover Design Asaro Mushavu
Demon Graphic by ASARU75ink.com.
Chief and Creative Editor: Kathleen Paul
Mature Adult
Thriller-Horror
Christian Themes
Sexual Content
Violence
I present to the public a dark story of Nelson, a man with a murderous heart and possessed by Barouch. This story has many intertwining parts and several diverse characters. But, Michael is the main pursuer of Nelson’s head. This story is my introduction to the world, one filled with demonic spirits and evil men. For a prevailing trial- faith is very necessary when facing Nelson. However, most men will fail in their faith in this story, as the body count raises and Nelson’s enemies emerge, their faith it seems is all they will have.
For Nelson is pursuing blood, holy or not, and he will slay many as this story unfolds. I think when I was writing this story, the scripture that initially intrigued me was when the King said to Peter, “Simon, Simon, Satan has asked to sift you as wheat. But I have prayed for you- Simon, that your faith shall not fail.” Luke 22:31
Prologue
Barouch, with a timid and agonizing voice began saying, “I’m not a man with regrets. I got what I deserve, and I fought to the death. Yet weakness has been found among the Goths that torture me and won’t kill me. If there is any sentence to be passed today, let it be as defense counsel has said. Let it be death.”
1. Midnight Star
He walked down Hollywood Boulevard on a cool winter night; the boulevard was moderately filled with tourist and natives. He was on the same prowl he had become accustomed to making as he stepped through the crowd of nameless faces. The souvenir shops were filled with shoppers and he peered inside one of them hoping to see that same lonely face that he had become so familiar with, while he hid in the delusions of conversation. The delusions were his cover as were the words he used to captivate his victims. As he walked the busy boulevard he would receive an unsolicited smile from a stranger and he would barely return another smile back. His mind just wasn’t on track with the normal activities of society. For him to portray a façade wasn’t his forte. The idea of friendly interactions with others, either in a brief moment or in the daily routine of life, presented him with an unheralded challenge.
So he walked the boulevard searching for that perfect girl that would listen to all his deceits and obey him. But tonight had been a different because he saw no lonely females. At least, none he felt like approaching or seducing. So, he worried about his own delusions. A grimace came over his face, and some of the tourists grimaced back at him when they passed, as if the emotion passed from him to them. He changed his demeanor quickly because he realized how counter- productive his angry demeanor was to his catch.
His psychiatrist told him to come to terms with his anger and frustrations but he didn’t know how. He was so blinded by his anger and emotions it let him to nights like these, out searching for someone to kill. Suddenly, a bottle of beer burst into pieces right in front of his path, and some drunken bum gave him a sneering look like he wasn’t ashamed of throwing the bottle. Nelson ignored the drunken bum because he was already in a world of torment, so why tempt the man with more bitterness and anger.
Immediately afterwards, two teenage girls smiled at him, as if to say they understood his dilemma with the drunken man, but that didn’t comfort him or please his wicked soul. He was like a lost man with no sense of direction, just aimlessly heading in a direction he knew not and wondering, if the road he was headed down would drive him insane. He had questioned his sanity and his moral turpitude, whether he was of sound mind or wicked and he realized he was wicked.
He wondered what had sent him on this murderous path of destruction and when it would come crashing in on him. His wondering about the end became a torturous ordeal within. It was consuming and even overwhelming, he felt like ripping his hair out at times. Just as he was dwelling on his troubles, three nice looking ladies gave him a nice smile as they passed by, and he began to focus on the task at hand. He walked a couple of steps more and in a shoe store was the one he wanted. He saw her instantly, like it was fate or destiny, there she was holding a yellow pair of high heel shoes and thinking about the buy. He stopped in his tracks and he began to window shop. He felt like a fool because there were no men’s shoes for him to be stopping in front of a ladies shoe store. He reluctantly looked over his shoulder to see if anyone noticed him eyeballing this pretty blond lady shopping in the store. It appeared that no one even paid him any mind.
So he turned his attention back to the lady in the hot red mini- shirt, and he admired her beauty, wanting to speak with her all the more. He had to think of something to say and when he had felt comfortable with his line he stepped inside the shoe store. He approached her from behind; he had to get an even close look at her butt because it was well shaped. The shoe salesman that was servicing her seemed agitated by Nelson’s presence and he stood up and left the patron in his presence.
“Are you having a problem trying to decide,” he asked?
She turned around and faced him confidently, replying, “Yes, as a matter of fact, I am, any suggestions?” Then she held up a black pair of identical high heels and said, “Which pair would be best?”
“I would say the yellow pair would look best. Yellow has such innocence to it, if you don’t mind that term, innocents?”
“I was kind of leaning towards the black pair,” she replied. “I’ll tell you what. Why don’t you let me buy you both pair?”
“No, I couldn’t do that. I don’t even know you,” she replied as she turned away from him and her attention was back on the shoe in front of her.
Nelson scratched his head and then he replied, “It’s alright; you’d be surprised how friendly a stranger can be, if you give the stranger a chance.”
“I don’t know. I’m not that kind of girl; I don’t accept things from people I don’t know.”
“I didn’t take you for one of those types of girls, honest. I would just like to buy something nice for a nice girl. That’s all,” replied Nelson.
Nelson moved closer to the middle-aged lady, he wanted to arouse her if he could. Then he said, “I was kind of hoping you’d let me put the high heels on your feet.”
The lady didn’t freak out or get frazzled, which surprised Nelson when he realized his comment was a little to brash. Then she nodded and said, “O.k., I guess it’s alright.” So she sat down in the chair and Nelson pulled off her scratched up, black high - heels and he gently put on the other black high heels. She smiled when he slid them on her feet and Nelson began to think he might be getting somewhere.
She stood up and she walked in the high heels, as the shoe salesman became envious with this stranger that entered his shop and started making advances with his customer. But, he couldn’t react or ask the stranger to leave because it was custom for single men to approach lonely women in his shop. He just had never gotten used to the interruption and boldness of the men who did such brazen pick-up moves.
While the lady admired the fit of the high heels, Nelson watched the beautiful girl prance around the shop in the shoes, as if they were a couple. He inventoried her, evaluating her long toned legs and her pretty tan skin…such a pity he thought. How women become hostage to the alluring attention of men willing to pay them some attention. His mouth watered as he watched her in her elegance and grace. He had this lustful desire to have her with him tonight, wondering if he could close the deal. When she sat back down in the chair, she extended her lovely legs and Nelson pulled off the black pair of high heels.
The shoe salesman stood behind the counter somewhat angry at Nelson and somewhat admiring his aggressiveness; he couldn’t blame the man for going for her. The salesman lowered his head in attempts to conceal his peeping eyes and Nelson saw that the young shoe salesman was jealous, and that stoked his ego.
“How about this pair…do you want to try them on,” he asked? She nodded and Nelson slipped the other pair on her feet. Again, she rose and walked the room and Nelson could see the shine in her eyes as she enjoyed the shoes or attention, he didn’t know which, but he like watching her. Then her posture became stiffened and she returned back to her seat, and she quickly grabbed only the black pair of shoes and she took them to the counter.
“I will buy this pair,” she told the salesman.
“No, she will get this pair also,” he said as he placed the yellow pair of high heels on the counter. Then he pulled out his wallet, ignoring her and she relaxed as he set the money down. The shoe salesman broke the hundred dollar bill and gave Nelson the change.
She looked over to Nelson and she extended her soft hand, saying, “I’m Amy by the way.”
Then Nelson replied, “I’m Charles, it’s nice to meet you,” as he shook her hand.
A few minutes later, Nelson had her clinging to his arm as they traveled down the Hollywood Walk-Of-Fame. When he finally got the courage, he asked her if she would like to have a drink with him.
She said, “O.k. that would be fine.”
Nelson came to an alley, which was dimly lit and said, “My car is down this way.”
A few minutes later, Nelson led Amy off of the main strip, into the dark side of the street and Amy didn’t even question her acquaintance, she just followed his lead. Then she gave Nelson a suspicious look but Nelson reassured her that he meant her no harm. So she surrendered, clutching his arm as if she had someone else to worry about, she walked gingerly with Nelson into the alley. Nelson reached in his blue blazer, he felt the edge of the pocket knife and he rubbed his thumb across it.
“Is everything alright.” she asked?
“Sure, everything is fine. This is the perfect time and the perfect place my darling,” said Nelson as he grabbed her around the neck. She began to resist, trying to break free of the grasp of the much stronger man but Nelson clamped down harder around her neck and she began to suffocate. She grabbed his large powerful hands and she tried to break the hold but her struggle to break free was in vain because his grip was just too firm. Then Nelson pulled the six inch pocket knife out of his pocket, he waved it before her eyes and her eyes lit-up with terror. This was Nelson’s favorite part of the homicide, the plain terror he struck in the hearts of his victims.
He took a firm hold of the knife, his breathing labored and his body started to sweat as he clutched her in his fury; he thrust the knife into her throat and blood squirt out from the deep gash and onto his face and hands. After the violent stabbing Amy fell limp in his murderous arms...he let her body fall onto the greasy concrete and he stood there lost in another world. His hands had done the deed again and he didn’t know why. Nelson knelt down and began to cut the top of the mini-shirt exposing her breast. Then he carved his signature into her chest.
The next morning police were called to the crime scene after an anonymous caller called in the discovery. The police had taped off the crime scene as CSI took whatever physical evidence he could find. A young Asian CSI named John Wynn had retrieved a black blazer out of the nearby trash dumpster. It appeared to have blood on the sleeves, was probably the killer’s jacket. Then Detectives Lucas and Shields arrived at the crime scene, and they ducked under the yellow tape entering unto the body. Detective Joey Lucas approached a kneeling CSI who was still examining the body. Crime Scene Investigator John Wynn passed him a sealed plastic bag and he looked back at the body. It was apparently the knife used to kill the girl.
“Our Midnight Star has struck again,” said the CSI. “He left this knife behind,” said Joey, surprisingly.
“He’s getting careless and he’s becoming immune from it all,” said CSI Wynn. “Look at her chest.”
Detective Joey Lucas opened her torn blouse and he saw the five point star, it wasn’t encircled yet. There was a mystery and/or message behind the emblem, something it represented to him, he thought. “Yeah, it’s him; the carving is his, no doubt. It was packed on the boulevard last night partner. What do you think?”
Detective Shields paced a moment; he was evaluating the surroundings and the mindset of the perpetrator, trying to reenact the scenario over again in his head. His first impression was, it was very risky…and brazen because it was only a short walk off of Hollywood Boulevard and the chances that witnesses might stumble upon him were very high.
“I wonder what this guy is going to do when he is caught.
Will he kill those that stumble upon him? He’s taking chances; he’s lost his mind throwing caution to the wind.”
“Here are hair fibers found under her fingernails,” said CSI Wynn as he passed him the evidence. Detective Lucas grabbed the clear plastic bag, he could see the hair of his suspect, little particles and it made his blood boil. She was foolish to come into this alley with him,” said Wynn as he rose to his feet and departed.
Detective Shields approached the dead body and said, “What is the count now, I’m guessing about nineteen women?”
“I think so. Check out her tattoo. It’s a unicorn on her calf,” said Lucas. “It really doesn’t tell us much though. Nowadays, a lot of average women are getting them. However, what do you think of it?
A lot of strippers have them. Her name appears to be Amy Spruce. She lists her address in Hollywood. She’s a local girl. Another, thing I noticed in her purse was her credit cards. She has a lot of them. I wonder if she was shopping,” finished Lucas.
“Could be. We can run the credit cards to see her last purchase. Maybe get a description of the suspect, say from a salesman or something,” replied Shields.
“What, I was actually thinking? Why, did she come down this alley with him? She seems too smart for that. She looks sophisticated, she looks intelligent, really not the type to be dependent on someone. Is this guy that good?”
“I don’t know partner, he’s lured other girls like this type, the girl-next-door type. They left without any evidence of resistance. He’s a snake, very thoughtful and crafty. There is something appealing about him, maybe his charisma or some charm he uses, I don’t know.
Certainly, I’m at odds right now and don’t know how to explain it. We need to learn more about Amy Spruce,” said Detective Lucas. “Another thing I noticed was her shoes…where are they?” “I’m guessing our killer took them,” replied Shields. “Her feet aren’t dirty. I don’t think she was walking bare-foot. Do you?”
“No, you’re probably right. He must’ve taken them; they probably had his fingerprints on them. I can’t think of any other reason,” replied Lucas. Joey continued by saying, “this guy is killing more frequently. This is the seventh murder in just forty- two days.”
“It’s one every six days.”
“Yeah, that’s right, I wonder if it’s part of his ritual. Kind of like this star he carves into the chest of his victims. It’s supposed to be the satanic symbol. Why he doesn’t encircle the star confounds me,” said Detective Lucas?
Detective Shields said, “You’ve always made that connection. Now, with the six day connection, what is the meaning about that?” “I don’t know if there is a connection. I’m inclined to believe he’s acting out of pure impulse…he’s getting erratic and reckless.” Detective Lucas stood up, he was frustrated and took a deep sigh.
“You’re asking the wrong guy. I’m not an expert with the satanic occult stuff and I’m not sure learning about occult stuff is going to help us catch this guy. This guy takes extreme risks, look how close he is to the boulevard when he kills her. It’s like he’s trying to get caught. Or maybe he doesn’t care.”
“How, is he doing this stuff,” replied Shields as he scratched his head.
“He has routinely picked up women that he’s killed later. If, he was only out to sacrifice these women to the ole’ Lucifer in some type of occult ceremony. I figure he could just hijack them and carry them off to some place where he could take his time if he were performing some ritual. Something, is not right about the ritual part of the equation,” replied Lucas.
Detective Matt Shields listened to his partner’s reasoning; he also became baffled about the meaning of the five point star and its meaning to the killer. His mentor was older by about ten years and more experienced with homicide cases. Detective Lucas was a dark Italian with a scruffy beard and deep set brown eyes. He looked like a brawler. He was muscular and stayed in very good shape. Lucas had built up a reputation for solving high profile murder cases while working homicide in New York and was very well respected by his peers. Homicide cases of this magnitude were uncommon in upscale Hollywood, so his skills in the field were a little rusty. He realized that and was engrossed in this case not only because it forced him to use his best investigatory skills but also because he missed the pursuit and investigation, the prowess of the crimes committed intrigued him. The last case he worked on with such a complex suspect was a case involving a murderous kidnapper who didn’t demand money in exchange for the return of the victim but always played this evil game; the possibility of the victims’ safe return was part of his plan.
