Journal -
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They say things happen for a reason… a reason already defined by a much greater power. They also say that such great power is stronger than us all… and that if we fail to comply we will all be punished severely. That's what I heard on the television last night, when the leader of the notorious extremist religious catholic group called upon the beginning of the so called "revelation" and ordered war against all things "unholy". This included homosexuals, atheist, any religion non catholic related but, you get the point. This extremist group proceeded to beat down anyone unholy; they did many things that were against the law. Most of these men were all jailed… but these men were in great numbers, and tonight was the night that we, the victims retaliated. Let me explain.
Like the ERCG (Extreme religious catholic group), I am a part of a group as well, witch name shall not be mentioned. We are the group that is working against them… the group that will eliminate all of them, and last night we caught one of their leaders and declared war among them. I and 5 other members stormed the farm, that's where they were holding most of their ceremonies. Didn't take long to drop them, we caught them by surprise. This farm was in the middle of nowhere, in the mountains of Brazil. There was a hand full of them, we stormed in from the back and took them by surprise… unarmed. Beat most of them up and dragged out there leader tied him onto a tree by the farm. Once we had everything under control, I started talking. "I never thought that the human race would be reduced to such ignorance like yourself" I said to him. "I also never thought that I would have to retaliate in such ignorant way… I thought that my people and your people could reach a conclusion… but I cannot stand by and watch innocent people die for no reason!" I patted him on his face and smiled a cynical smile. "You think you can do whatever you want without facing punishment?" I stepped back and pulled out a nine millimeter handgun. "Do you think I wouldn't find you?" I said while raising the gun to his head. I looked at him in the eye. "Did I ever tell you the definition of insanity?" He finally spoke. "May god pro-" BOOM! I shot him straight in the forehead. His head went backwards and hit the tree before lumping frontward hanging. "May this be the beginning of war between my people" I said pointing to myself with my gun. "And your people" I said pointing the gun to the sky. I looked at the dead leader of the ceremony. "And serve as message to whatever maniac that leads your people"
This was the end of the journal found at the site of the massacre of the group of extremists in Brazil. It was found on top of a desk in the farm located in the mountains. Detective James analyzed the journal carefully wondering who could have done this. He was a fine man, very capable in his work. A tall African-American, bald with a goatee… and worked for Interpol. He was single at the time, currently resided in the United States. He got an urgent call from the agency telling him they had a copy of the journal and wanted him to take a look at it. "These two groups have been at it for quite a long time" he said, looking at his secretary. "Apparently the person who wrote this note is the leader of the group… or at least a commander of some sort…" James put down the copy and scratched his head. "Better go take a look at the files from the recent attacks here in America" He thought to himself as he sat down and began to analyze some other files of recent events that concerned the two groups. The notorious ERCG and there mysterious unknown rival group.