Summary: There is a serial killer loose…his victims are always young males. So far he has killed four, and from there is still eight more…Can the heelers find out who he is before he gets to number twelve…
Warnings: rape, violence, death, a bit of religion…
RATED R
Authors note: I got this idea of a book…..a really good book, serial killer who goes after twelve different girls and calls them 'his' disciples. The book was called The Twelve Apostles or Disciples…
Chappie One….
Monday
"That's the fifth man he has killed so far," Tom said angrily. "I don't understand how we haven't yet figured out who this bastard is. He is being repetitive. He kidnaps on Thursday, rapes on Friday, and tortures, then kills them on Saturday. And then on Sunday he leaves us the body of the dead boy in a public area! How is it no one has seen him dump the bodies!"
"There is something hidden behind the names he carves on their chest," Joss muttered. "The names, they seem so familiar."
He started flipping through the pictures of the men after their autopsy, as Amy Fox began to explain to her co-workers. "He named the first one Peter, yet his name was Christopher Daniels."
Joss held up two photos. The first was of a nineteen year old Aboriginal smiling at the camera holding a spear. The next was of his dead body, at the place it was found behind a car in a shopping mall. The name Simon had been burnt into his chest.
Joss pulled out the next two picture of a seventeen year old Croatian. The first was of the boy with his girlfriend both smiling at the camera at their Formal. The next was of the dead body, found on a slide at a local park.
"This one his name was Joseph Artox, yet he had the name Andrew on him," Amy muttered. "Next one, Joss."
Joss pulled out the picture of a twenty-three year old Asian. He was smiling and had two fingers risen. The other was of him dead, decapitated.
"Jun Hung, engraved into him was James, the next boy a thirteen year old Greek, Jason Entarian, he had the name John sewed onto him," Amy said as Joss held up the photo of a young boy in his school uniform. "The last one was found yesterday hanging across the fence of a high school. Samuel Edden, or as his killer knew him Phillip."
"Are you sure it's the same killer?" Kelly asked. "I mean he's attacked people of different ages. The first is nineteen, the next seventeen, then twenty-three, thirteen and then finally twenty. And not to mention the different nationalities."
"I want to know what's up with the names," Joss sighed, "I know I know those names from somewhere."
"Joss, the names are normal everyday names," Tom snapped, "I know at least ten Johns alone."
"Yeah, but there is something about them," Joss moaned, "I know them from somewhere, but it's not ringing a bell."
"Then maybe you don't know them," Kelly smiled. He made a face at her.
"Okay well we know this much, as Tom said, he kidnaps, he rapes, and tortures and finally kills," Amy said, "What we need to find out is why and where."
"We already know why," PJ snapped.
"He's a sick bastard," Evan snapped. Alex nodded in agreement.
"Who said anything about him being him being a man," Joss said, "It could be a she."
"Oh Joss, don't be stupid," Kelly snapped.
"Joss you heard the call only days ago," Amy said, "We both know it's a man."
"So she could have man her voice deeper so she sounded like a man," Joss said, "I can make myself sound like a woman, like when I sing a Bee Gees song."
"You are a woman," Alex grinned. Joss threw a pen at Alex who dodged it. It hit Mark Jacobs instead; however he just continued to eat his apple.
"Joss, honestly look at the terrible things he does to them," Susie pointed out. "Why would any woman do that?"
"Cause its easier for her to get close to the guy, with out him feeling any nervous about it," Joss said, "All she does is walk up to him casually, ask him out, and BAM! There is victim number twelve."
"Joss, we're not letting it go to victim six let alone twelve," PJ sighed. "The boys were all raped, how can a girl rape a boy in the way they where raped?"
"It's called a dildo," Joss snapped, "Besides, the body hasn't found any trace of sperm, so one, it was a guy wearing a condom, or two, a chick with a dildo."
"I still don't think so," PJ growled. Joss opened his mouth to speak but Amy cut him off.
"That's enough," Amy snapped, "Joss could be right, for all we now, after five murders we haven't even got a single lead. Not one suspect. I don't understand how that car park had no surveillance."
"Tell me about it," Joss said, "He spoke to me as well, 'the fifth ones coming.' I'll give him a fifth one."
He stood up and walked into the kitchen. Kelly followed him.
"Joss?" Kelly asked walking up behind him, he was making himself tea. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine," Joss muttered, he sat down at the table and beckoned Kelly to sit next to him. She sat down after grabbing her water bottle from the fridge. "Man what if I'm right, what if it is a girl."
"Joss, think about it," Kelly sighed, "Samuel told you he hit a man, not a woman."
"No he said he ran some one over," Joss sighed. "Didn't say whether it was a girl or guy."
"But he said 'I don't know if he is breathing or not' right?" Kelly said.
"Maybe he couldn't see who he was properly," Joss muttered.
"Joss honestly, I can't see a girl attacking anyone like that," Kelly sighed.
"How the fuck would you know?" Joss snapped standing up, Kelly moved back in shock "I'm gonna go on patrol or something."
"Joss?" Kelly called walking after him. The entire station looked at the pair as they stormed out of the kitchen. He continued walking, until he was stopped by Tom
"Joss?" Tom asked turning the Italian around.
"What?" Joss said irritably.
"Where are you going?" Tom asked slowly, surprised at the outburst.
"Patrol," Joss muttered.
"Take Kelly with you,"
"Why?"
"Just do it, you idiot,"
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Tuesday
Joss and Kelly sat silently in the police car. Kelly looked over towards Joss. He was deep in thought so Kelly decided not to interrupt him. He looked upset, and it took a lot of Kelly's will power not to ask him what was wrong. Power that was dieing.
"Joss, are you alright?" Kelly asked, she turned so she could see him better. Joss nodded.
"I'm fine,"
"You don't look it," Kelly muttered, "Are you sure, if you want to talk you know you can talk to me, I won't tell any one, or laugh at you."
"I told you, I'm fine," Joss snapped. Kelly rolled her eyes and stared out the window. Joss turned to face her. Guiltily he muttered:
"Sorry, didn't mean t snap at you like that."
"Its okay," Kelly sighed. She turned around again to face Joss and smiled at him softly.
"I'm hungry," Joss muttered. "Wanna go get something to eat?"
"Sure," Kelly smiled.
"What do you want?"
"Pizza," Kelly smiled.
"Okay, but I'm buying," Joss yawned turning the car on.
"I wouldn't have it any other way," Kelly grinned.
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"How may I help you?" A fifteen year old asked them.
"Hi Charlie is it?" Joss grinned.
"Yeah," The boy smile back, surprised someone used his name.
"Can I get a cheese pizza meal deal thingy with a Mountain Dew, and a supreme pizza meal deal thingy with a, um I'll get a Mountain Dew too," Joss smiled, he turned to Kelly, "I hate Pepsi, I prefer Coke."
"Me too," Kelly smiled, "But Mountain Dew is nice."
"Never had it before,' Joss said, the boy placed two large fries on the tray and then two large Mountain Dews followed the fries. Finally Charlie returned with two small boxes. "Thanks kid, do we get it for free because we're cops."
"Oh, Joss pay up," Kelly snapped.
"That's twelve dollars and forty cents," Charlie laughed. Joss gave the boy a twenty dollar note. "Here's your change sir."
"Ahh, keep it as your tip, kiddo," Joss smiled grabbing the tray.
"Thanks," The boy grinned pocketing the money. Joss and Kelly both said a small 'thank you' and then went and sat on one of the tables. They opened the pizza boxes. Joss swapped two of his Supreme pizza slices with Kelly's Cheese pizza.
"This is really nice," Kelly said after swallowing.
"I know agche," Joss said with a mouth full, Kelly made a face of disgust.
"Joss!"
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A Few days later…
"Charlie Dyson's body was found dumped in a children's park," Amy said, holding up a photo of a young boy, Joss and Kelly recognized him instantly, "Two five year olds found him."
"Charlie," Kelly muttered, Joss sat thunder-struck. "We only spoke to him a few days ago."
"How?" Amy asked, staring at a white faced Joss.
"He was working at a pizza shop Joss and I went to," Kelly said, "He was fine when we saw him, and now…"
"He's dead," Susie sighed. Joss rubbed his forehead.
"Joss are you ok?" Amy asked, as Alex patted him across the back.
"Y-yeah," he stuttered, "What- What was the name this time?"
"Eh, Bartholomew," Amy answered. Joss hid his face in his hands and shuddered. "Joss?"
"I'm thinking…"
"You know, Joss is right," Mark said biting into a pear, "Those names do sound familiar."
"Bartholomew isn't a name you hear every day," Tom pointed out, moodily.
"Except for on the Simpsons," Alex said, earning a smack across the back from Jonesy and a shake of the head by PJ.
"Oh God," Joss exclaimed, "That's it!"
"What's it?" Tom asked.
"The names!" Joss cried standing up, "James, Peter, John, Andrew, Philip and now Bartholomew!"
"What?" Amy said frustrated.
"They are all from the Bible, Apostle's names!" Joss said, he began to count of his finger, "One, two, three, four, five, six, which means the killer still has six more people to kill."
"So in six weeks, six more men will be killed and then it will stop?" Alex asked. Joss shrugged.
"Maybe," Joss said, "Hopefully, hopefully we will find him before number seven."
"So now you think he is a man," Kelly said.
Joss nodded, frowned and shuddered, "I think he thinks he is Christ."
The heelers went quiet as Joss slowly walked out of the room.
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That's chappie one done, I don't think that the story will be to long, probably only two-three more chapters…