Board Thread:Writer's Showcase/@comment-26522811-20150720031212

“Please, God, let me do horrors unto this world.” That’s what that son of a bitch said to me from across the interrogation table. He kept his chanting going while I just stared into his upward facing eyes, trying to get a read on what he’s thinking. “So, you admit to the murders?” I said quizzically. He looked down from his star ward gaze and met my eyes. “I never contested that I murdered. I only ask that I may commit more atrocities.” I laughed. “Well, I doubt God would help you with that.” He returned to his upward gaze. “Please ,God, Let me do -” I left the room when he said that, I didn’t need anything more from him, and if I did need something I’d doubt he’d comply.

Officers, detectives, and fellow interrogators met me as I walked out the interrogation room exit. “Well, it’s an open and close case. We have a confession and we caught him red handed.” Everyone around me nodded. “Well,-” Detective Mendoza said. “Looks like we won't be working late this week. Good jo-” Mendoza stopped and his hands covered his eyes. “Mendoza, what’s the problem-” He started to hit the wall beside him. “My head.” Mendoza grunted. The police officer beside the pained man fell beside him. “Hey, get some ice and some Sudafed. He’s having one hell of a migraine.” The man to my left complied and left the room to go find some drugs. “Hey, stay calm!” The officer asserted. “You’ll be okay.”

Mendoza began to convulse, and soon after was thrashing violently. It was so bad that the officer by his side left him. The detective screamed and looked to be fighting the pain in his head. Mendoza threw his head up, revealing his bleeding eyes with a booming scream, much louder than his human screech before. The screaming continued, bringing all of us in the room to our knees, save for Mendoza, who walked spastically to the interrogation room door. When he reached the door Mendoza’s cries reached a crescendo and he became fully engulfed in light. The next second there was a hole in the wall, and a figure emerged from the artificial exit. It was that murdering fuck walking out, cloaked in bright, white light. The last thing he said to me was: “Please God. Let me do horrors unto this world.” 