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Shit is going down!
And Then There Were None
Chapter 21:
Romasanta
"Dead I am the dog, Hound of Hell you cry. Devil on your back, I can never die."
-Dragula: Rob Zombie
It is the dead winter in The United Kingdom.
Gray clouds tumble about the cities like a shroud of death. Snow falls steadily onto the tamed streets while cold seeps within the bodies of those trying to escape it. The deep melancholy chimes of church bells bellow through the towns and crows sing their mournful song of death. Worn out buildings covered in gothic stones line the streets like city skyscrapers, while lines of clothes and other garments are hung from the windows to dry but to no avail.
Eventually the streets were bare and the people had disappeared into warmed homes, tea and scones waiting for them.
Then we go underground.
"Sir, we have found what you're looking for."
He turned around in his chair and clapped, "Wondrous! Bring it here!"
The solider nodded and paced over to the mans desk, put the package down and saluted.
"Are you sure this is it?"
"Positive, sir."
"Where did you get it?"
"Threatened it off of a dealer, sir."
The man raised his eyebrow "Oh?"
"Black Market, sir."
"Oh! Such scum you can rely on. Leave me to my business now, George."
"Absolutely, sir." The young man proceeded to leave his boss before he stopped him once more.
"Oh and, George?" The man asked, his British accent coating the words.
"Yes… sir?"
"Please see to it that our prisoner is comfortable and that he speaks when asked to. I don't want you going soft on this one like the last. This one has no family so it shouldn't matter. Anyways, please do your job and do as I ask when I say I want answers from this young man."
"Of course sir, I won't disobey you again, sir."
The man smiled wickedly. "Good." He chimed.
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Claire paced around her living room while Wesker sat on the couch gazing out the window.
"Claire, settle down… please."
"I can't!" She yelled. "I know what I saw… and what I saw wasn't good, Albert!"
"If you tell me what you saw I may be able to help you."
Claire sat down beside him and caressed his face, trying to comfort him and reassure herself. "I'm scared of what's behind those eyes… what we don't know. I… I saw you remembering. For a brief moment, I saw the memory washing back. If I hadn't snapped you out of the trance you were in… I don't know what you would have done. You might have killed those people."
"I'm a killer," Wesker said lowly.
Claire shook her head. "Not anymore. I won't let you slip up again. I won't let you walk away from me again, Albert. Because as soon as you fall… you won't come back."
"Don't…" Wesker flinched. "Don't say that, Dearheart."
Dearheart.
She was his heart that may not have existed before her.
His.
Claire smiled sadly and hugged him tightly, as if he might slip away and drown. "I won't let you."
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"You may be able to run, Romasanta…" The man said to himself. "But you can't hide forever. We will find you."
The man sifted through old newspaper clippings, rummaging about the headlines.
"15 dead in east Germany"
"Romasanta strikes again."
"Ghost Wolf."
"10 dead in Spain."
His eye was drawn to an article that was from a 1999 newspaper…
"When will the murders stop? Fifteen more bodies turned up in East Germany as the chaos spreads through the towns. Old myths and new superstitions arouse among the citizens. Whom do they fear? Ghost Wolf. Otherwise known as Romasanta. Police have found a connection between the ten victims in Spain to the murders here in Germany along with several other murders stringing from small towns to farms. All of the victims show acute signs of struggle but only for a brief moment, doctors confirm that most of the wounds on the corpses were made by knives while they also come to the conclusion that three percent of the wounds were made by sharp canine claws and teeth. The murders seem to reflect the murders in the late 1800's. Manuel Blanco Romasanta was accused of the murders and faced life imprisonment for his crimes.
"Are we facing a serial killer? I'd say so. But are we facing a copycat killer? Again, I'd say so. The Romasanta murders were one of the most gruesome of all time and I bet you there are a handful of people would love to see it happen again… and we just got stuck with one of them." Detective Mark Griffin has been on the case since 1995, when the murders took off. "The only thing that is stumping my detectives is the knife wounds on most bodies yet knife wounds and canine claws on some others. We don't know if this is the work of a cult but odds are its one man committing a lot of crimes."
The townspeople have given the killer the name, Romasanta which means Ghost Wolf in Latin. The second most spoken language in Spain and Germany. They fear the worst when they hear the name yet police have confirmed that there is nothing to be overly afraid of because the murders are in such crude patterns, they suspect that the killer may not strike in he same place. "Although, it is possible that we are facing a man who is local and may settle here in his home town, thus, killing those who he can get his filthy hands on," Said Chief of Police Allison Case.
This was the leverage he needed… now he just needed the killer here. And he had just the thing… the bait that would get the Ghost Wolf running across the country.
"Be aware, Romasanta," said the man "Your days are numbered.
A/N: OK! So? Who is this mysterious man who is obsessed with the mysterious Romasanta? Who are these men?
Ok, so Romasanta… long story short: In the late 1800's there were many murders stringing from Spain to Germany. The bodies would turn up and would have vicious wounds everywhere. They ended up accusing Manuel Blanco Romasanta who was a British/German traveler who wasn't afraid to go into the woods. Romasanta means Ghost Wolf in Old Latin. Romasanta tried to convince the jury and judge that he was a werewolf and he admitted to killing all of those people. Indeed he did but no one believed that he was a werewolf. So at the time, Queen Elizabeth II converted his punishment from the Death Penalty to life imprisonment because Doctor Philips told her majesty that he suffered from a severe case of Lycanthropy.