It doesn't matter now

It's over anyhow

He tells the world that it's sleeping

But as the night came out

I heard it's lonely sound

It wasn't roaring it was weeping- Weeping

Sheldon Hawkes had seen too many horrible things in his life to count. Between his time practicing in a hospital, his work in the morgue, and the days he'd spent working as a CSI, he'd seen his fair share of night terrors come to life.

Even with everything he'd experienced, nothing came close to the horrors of this case. Nothing could come close to the rage he felt as he unchained four teenage girls from the cold concrete walls of a basement filled with at least a foot of water. Four girls sterilized and deprived of the opportunities that every little girl dreamed of because some sick bastard decided to play God. Because some sadistic son of a bitch thought that these girls who had made some poor choices shouldn't be allowed to have children and spread what he called their 'filth'.

This man, this man who had ruined the lives of four vibrant and beautiful young women, had said that it was necessary for the continuation of the human race. It all struck painfully home with Hawkes, and though he'd made a promise to use his hands only for healing, he'd never wanted to utilize them to take a life more than he did that day.

The suspect said that the girls were a threat to civilization. He called them devilish dangerous whores who needed to be eliminated, and his psychosis became painfully clear when he began to mutter about the roaring of the devil women. As they carried him away, Hawkes worked at the chain's on the last girl's wrist. When she was finally free she fell into his arms, shaking as her body was wracked with soul shattering sobs. As he held her he knew that it wasn't roaring that could be heard. The weeping would haunt his dreams forever.

Note From the Author—Okay, I realize this is incredibly intense. I took an African American History course and a Childhood in America course this past semester and evidently negative eugenics and the horrendous treatment of African Americans are still on my mind. The song was also written about apartheid, so I felt it warranted a rather serious story to go along.