O’Brien

There was a different weight of a soul, on average the younger the child the lighter the soul. There are exceptions to the rule. Sometimes there is a child that has a bigger soul, these souls seem to be bigger due to experience not just age. The soul is easier to extract after pain and hopelessness but it hardens and shrinks the soul. A soul that is from a fresh and happy source is bigger and more powerful but harder to remove from the host body. There is brightness that is lost in the eyes showing that the soul is ready for harvest.

Author note: in my opinion, a happy body is not as tasty as one that has lost hope.

From the notes of B. O’Brien notebook 4 recovered by Red Oak Police Station

It was a joy. Seeing that woman’s pain. To see how her life was falling apart was wonderful. That he was the domino piece that cascaded to destroy this woman’s life. He didn’t often get to see the fruit of his labor. The two parts of his life were divided, the mask he wore, didn’t work if he was thinking about one when he was doing the other. He couldn’t be patching up boo-boos while thinking about eating flesh. There was not much room in his life, The life of a doctor was a busy one, and the care he had to put into his experimentation. He had to feed his guests and remove the bodies and the garden was large and hard to maintain and he couldn’t have a gardener uncovering the bodies or recognizing bone shards. When he thought about it, he didn’t have a social life, he hadn’t had one in years. That would be a problem if IT didn’t work. He would see his brother again. He would get his soul back. Maybe then… no, then he wouldn’t have the feeling of a hole in his chest. He would feel normal like he did before. It would be like before Skirfir died. It would be good, that Skirfir would have to feel the weight of what he did, but that is just what he gets for leaving him… alone.

The experimentation was important to his goal but to see the ruin that he caused was… exhilarating… this was burning in his skin, and the coffee that burned his tongue was nothing to the warm feeling he got watching the red-haired woman. He wanted to lick up her tears. To hear her breath full of agony. ‘I never really felt like this before.’ This heat that came when he thought of her. He thought her as strong and her to be brought low was fantastic. There was a gym not far from his house. He had seen her in the gym, she ran some classes but he had never been in one. The shame. He killed for his goal but her, her, he’d kill just for the fun of it. He wondered if human flesh tasted different from young to old. Like Veal is to beef. He was not a very sexual man, he could do without and it was hazardous to be in a relationship with what he had in his house. It was so different to see someone that he thought was strong breaking, Being ripped apart at the seams. Maybe he wasn’t always like this but the Desire was sudden and consuming he could not focus on his work. He wanted her, in ways that were new to him. Some have called him a late bloomer and they were right. He has had people that he liked but never some that he desired. To have her under him, him licking up her tears, it was a thought that wouldn’t go away.

He was worried but he was also overwhelmed.

“I want to just eat her up,” he said wondering if the blue eye tasted different than the green eye. He had a goal but she was distracting. He probably will never see her again, but the want was there. He hadn’t wanted someone before. But he wanted her, in pain and at his mercy. How long could he let her live for? He had what he needed from the kids in a few weeks, but her, ‘I could make her suffer for years. If I was careful about it. To watch her waste away would be the greatest thing’ but he had his goals and he was close. If the world worked the way he thinks works, he had all that power he needed to rip right through.

He wanted to go, go around town one more time before it happened, before he happened. The windows were down as the full blast of air hit him in the face. The roar of the engine under him. The radio is on full volume. He didn’t care that he was being a nuisance he was on the top of the world. Years of being careful was out the window. He had won! He was right! And the world would fall into place. So what if he was speeding!? It didn’t matter, he ignored the calls he was getting. He was free to do whatever he wanted!

He didn’t even notice that he ran the blue light. He didn’t care that he was speeding. He almost didn’t notice the siren but he did notice the green and red lights of the cop car. He was high on himself and even the siren and the calls on his phone couldn’t put a damper on his mood.

But he was pulled over by the police. He didn’t know that they had found out about his basement.

There was a yellow car that was racing in front of the cop car. The sounds of blasting music were heard. The Cop car roared into life The red and green light flashed racing after the yellow car. Not a color to be unnoticed. It was right up there with red cars that were easy to notice. The yellow car did stop, turning to the side of the road.

Office Clay was running the plates was a man just shy of 50, his skin was tan in a way that it was hard to tell what race he was, and aged with deep wrinkles on his face. There were frown lines but his face was not unfriendly with his big bushy eyebrows. He is big and his muscles have yet to fail him. He is a calm man as the yelling from the back seat did not seem to bug him in the least. He was the first to train new copper as he knew the rules backward and forward and all the unsaid rules well he was at it. He knew when to bend the rules and when to hold on to them like iron. The drunk in the backseat for all her bluster did not seem to be a bad person, just someone who had lost themselves for a little bit. A little time in the drunk tank or maybe a drive home was enough. That name tag was from the nearby hospital, it was very likely that they just got some very bad news.

“You go and get his papers, I’ll run the plates. Rookey keep an eye out for anything wired, I think it's more than a lead foot.” Officer Clay said.

“Why do you think it’s more than a bad driver?" Officer Murphy asked, she was honestly curious. Her Amber eyes looked at Officer Clay’s brown eyes. He signed as his bushy blonde eyebrows covered his eyes once again.

“You have to trust your gut in this job. It could Literally, be the difference between life and death. And something about that car gives me a really bad feeling.” Officer Clay said and Officer Murphy raised her Auburn eyebrow in reply. The right one with a small scar through the eyebrow. It was pale on her rich black skin, Silently adding Sass to the look she was giving Officer Clay. “It is true, sometimes it's a gut feeling that saved me from a bullet, Be careful out there,” he said. In frustration, Officer Murphy just wanted to tug on her braids but since they were freshly done she resisted the urge. She wasn't very fond of Being touched so the Long time it took to braid the cornrow's side braids was, Almost too long but she sincerely did enjoy the look. With nothing to say Office Murphy was walking to the car.

“Do you know why I pulled you over?” Office Murphy said with dispassion she was hoping that this could just be a warning and she could just put the drunk at the police station. The Drunk was loud and was on her last nerve.

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“No idea, Officer,” said the man in the car, his brown hair a mess and his eyes bloodshot but his voice calm. There was a cheeky grin, he was not taking this seriously. The mousy man was even looking happy. He gave her the creeps. Maybe Officer Clay was on to something, She mentally shook her head on the other hand it might just be because he had a gut feeling that she was looking into It.

‘Great, a fucking liar’ she thought “You were going about 50 miles over the speed limit. In a school zone.” she said and then thought ‘and blasting music but that was just annoying but not illegal.’ Officer Murphy was not in the mood, she had the cursing woman in the back of her car. It was giving her a headache and that medicine was not helping. She was prone to headaches but didn't want that to stop her work So she rarely told anyone about it.

“Oh, really how silly of me, I should pay more attention to how I am driving.” he was talking down to her. He was flippant in his attitude. It was concerning. It was more like he was playing house than dealing with an officer of the law. People Usually sound a little nervous around officers even if they've done nothing. He acted as if nothing could touch him and that annoyed her greatly.

“It is not safe for the kids to play here with you driving like that.” Officer Kenza Murphy said “You need to be more careful, License and registration please.” she was being polite but she wanted to snarl. The power of a police officer had not gone to her head yet so she was on her best behavior. Something was wrong with this man but she didn’t know what that was setting her off.

“Of course officer,” the voice was sickly sweet, it was mocking and nauseating “We need to care for the kids, right…”He said as if it was a joke then the man reached and grabbed the paperwork “Here you go.” he handed off the papers and card.

“Stay here, I am going to run your papers,” Officer Murphy said trying to keep a polite tone in her voice.

“Will do officer” his amused look gave her a chill. Mr O’Brian wiggled his Fingers add her. That made her nauseous.

She walked back to her car. “Run this guy in the system, he gives me the creeps,” Officer Murphy says, the hair on her arms roused. Blood was rushing through her veins. She didn’t know why adrenaline was flowing through her. She looked at Officer Clay who was pale. He was waving her over. “What's wrong Clay?”

“We need to arrest him,” Officer Clay said in a serious tone

“Why? We didn’t even run the papers yet” Office Murphy was confused and was wondering if this was an abuse of power. It showed on her face. Even though he creeped her out doesn't mean she gets to arrest him on a dime.

Officer Clay was not annoyed even though he could see what she was thinking, he was very understanding of the young officer but he was still serious “I ran the plate. Either he stole that car or he is the serial killer whose house was just raided, there is an APD out for him. I've been keeping track during the downtime There are several bodies at his home. Doctor O’Brien is a sick fuck with how they found those kids.”

The cursing from the back seat stopped. Both officers turned their heads with that sudden silence.

“You know something?” Officer Clay said turning to the silent woman in the back seat. There was a deep silence as the woman in the back seat breathed out.

“My best friend's kid is one of the kids that went missing.” Purdy Moon was still as the grave. The alcohol was not enough to stop her grief. Even though she got there all the trouble to just forget for a little bit it came rushing back. The stillness broke and she started to cry. During the crying, they heard words that sounded like Thomas, Terra, and oh god.

“I'll get right on it!” she said. She felt horrible for the drunk, she had to do something so she hopped out of the cop car and started to run at the car which was the wrong thing to do, it spooked the driver.

“You’ll never catch me!” The man said and the car squealed on the road. Officer Murphy turned around and ran back to her car. She jumped back into the car, growling under her breath. They were behind him in a flash. The siren and lights were flashing.

“That was a fuck up! Never let them know, that you know!” Officer Clay was livid, she was new to the force but that was a fucking damn stupid rookie move. After they had caught him or if he had gotten away a small voice in the back of his head said he was going to rip her a new one for being so stupid.

“I’m so sorry! I fucked up!” Kenza yelled as the Cop car sped after the yellow car. The car accelerated fast The rookie put her hand on the grab handle, as she did when a car was moving too fast for her. It was a habit from her younger years that she had not quite broken.

The yellow car sideswipe a blue car that was just driving by. The blue car was pushed into a green car. Officer Murphy was on the phone to Emergency services letting them know that some cars probably need help 'Cause they were hit in a hit and run. The yellow car raced down the street not caring about anyone on the road. He was full gas and was not going to be taken down lightly. He thought that the more turns he did would confuse the cops.

He drove recklessly more nervous than planning. He ignored signs as he drove off into a ditch, the ditch was just a turn and a street down. “Fucking damn it!” he yelled well hitting the steering wheel. The car door was jammed shut by the narrow ditch. He was in luck as his window was still open and he was a small man.

He hopped out of the car and ran but was knocked down by both officers, he didn’t get far. He wasn’t an athlete He was a pediatrician and as a serial killer, all he had to do was to children it wasn't exactly hard some would say, to take candy from a baby was easier.

“That was a short chase.” Officer Murphy said under her breath as he was being dragged to the police car

“You’re a bastard, you’re going away for a long time, you sicko!” the drunk Purdy said “You think you can take those lives! Ruining families forever! You sick fuck!” The blurry-eyed woman looked at him and then gasped “You’re the man from the Hospital! That is why you were smiling like a creep! You enjoy causing pain to people!”

He was stuck dumb, it was hitting him for the first time that he was in a lot of trouble and he thought then that he should try the second part of his plan. He had nothing to lose he already was in a world where if he lost. He would change the game.

They started to drive to the station.

“I’m not so sure about that” he bit his tongue and spite the blood at her. “What the fuck! You fucking freak!” Purdy screamed at the madman.

“Quiet back there!” Officer Clay said

then things got weird, the man started to speak in tongues, his Voice contained multitudes mostly children's voices it was eerie in a way of hearing a children's rhyme in the middle of a foggy night. Strange sounds that sounded animal. It made Purdy’s hair rise, There was screaming in the front of the car for him to be silent and then there was her screaming in terror. His tattoos began to glow through his clothes. They seem to sizzle and burn marks on his clothes. His voice rolled over the screaming of hitting the other passengers and the driver. And then the car hit a speed bump except there weren't any speed bumps in the road. The road was progressively getting bumpier and then they saw it. Pink crystals started to spike through the road, the car jerked back and forth. Purdy felt An intense burning sensation on her left foot and a portal opened, It didn't open with the woosh but with lightning black lightning streaking off the pink crystals as if the pain crystals were charging it. Purdy was so distracted by the burning pain in her leg that she almost didn't see the portal itself but when she did she let out a scream but it was too late. All sound Walked out immediately as they went into the portal the screeching of brakes the screaming of the patrons in the car the odd chanting in children's voices all of it silenced. In the blackness light had been defeated, There was no odor, and There was no sound, They could taste blood in their mouths, and the feeling that their body was muted almost as if it were being torn in two. Not sure if they were awake or asleep. The car drove for eternity, that car drove for three seconds, they could not tell. All they knew was that something was terribly wrong and one was vindicated for being right.