Deathly Life

“It is all your fault Izra.” A voice whispered in my ear.
Shut up I thought. The voices was back. They haven’t been around since I was a little girl.
“Did you forget about me?” It asked me with its voice. It reminded me of a dozen snakes and the noise that they make. It sounded like that mixed with the devil’s voice. It was a terrifying sound that still haunts my dreams.
What are you doing here?

“Marie are you okay?” I heard someone yell as the police just run down the stairs. I couldn’t concentrate on anything. Memories of my past was coming up by looking at this poor naked boy, who reminded me of myself when I was kidnapped. But then everything went black.


13. Chapter Twelve: Izra

I was heading towards the Saint Luke Church, hoping to get some interesting facts about this case and some people. I already had a list in my head of questions to ask and I was going to narrow the people down. As I pulled in, Jackson got out of the car and started towards the door, I was not too far behind. Everything was becoming so much easier for this case, now that I have someone to help me out. But, I still got to catch this guy. “Okay, move it up a little. No not that high up.” I heard someone say from the inside. I raised my eyebrow as I looked over at Jackson. He just shrugged his shoulders and we just walked in. “I need to speak to the in charge.” I yelled through the church. I held back a laugh as it echoed throughout the whole church. “Why should we tell you?” A boy with shaggy black hair and ice cold blue eyes asked harshly. “Yeah what makes you so important?” A girl, who obviously is fake with the bleached blonde hair and fake tan, snarled at me. I held back a laugh at this idiotic kids. “I thought you were children of the church. Aren’t you supposed to be little angels?” I sarcastically replied back. I could tell that Jackson was trying his hardest to hold back a laugh. The bratty kids just looked at me with shock filled in their eyes. Some of the other kids there was now watching me, almost as if I was a snake ready to attack. But what they don’t know is that is all that I am, a snake ready to attack them all. “Ma’am if you’re going to harass these children we will have to ask you to leave.” A new guy walked up. I gave him a glance, but he looked like he hasn’t seen a bed in days, probably a clubber. He was a looker I would give him that. He had dark brown eyes with shortish, almost like Jacksons, black hair. I held back a laugh when I saw that he was wearing a 5 Seconds of Summer band shirt, but the funny part is that he was trying to hide it with a jacket that said Jesus Died to Save Me. “And you will talk with me.” I told him. He opened his mouth to protest but I wasn’t finished yet. “I am Detective Izra, this is my partner Investigator Jackson. We are here to question some people about two murders that we believed that this church is involved in.” I heard some people protest my eyes was on was on the guy in front of me, daring him to challenge me. “You must not know Jesus at all, or even a church, or else you would know that children of God don’t break the sixth Commandment,” He started but I cut him off, an evil grin making its way to my face. “Thou shalt not kill. Or maybe you are talking about the seventh, Thou shalt not commit adultery. Or maybe it’s the tenth one, Thou shalt not covet.” I responded back to him, I knew that I was probably sounding like a jerk but hey, I don’t let people act all superior to me. Everyone in the room was looking at me with their mouth wide open like a fish. I just gave the young man in front of me an innocent smile that just said what did I do wrong. By then Jackson just gave up on holding back his laughter. Not that I blamed him. “Izra, look.” Jackson laughed to me while laughing. I looked back over to the kids. I didn’t have to be a genius to know what he meant. He saw a person who fit the description, of what we know, for one our killers. Then my eyes found the one that decided to challenge and smiled. He fit the role quite perfectly. He looked no older than a young man in his early 20s, maybe still in his later teen years. He was lean and fit, and by the way he challenged me means that he might be the one in charge of the killings with his temper. “Kason, leave our guest alone. What if you scared them off and they needed Jesus?” An older man asked. He had peppered hair with kind blue eyes. By how he was nicely dressed, and wearing robes, I took a guess that he was the pastor or priest. “The girl does.” The boy with shaggy black hair said. Now he has the guts to talk about me since the priest is around. “Actually, I am Christian and has been for about fifteen years. We are actually here to ask some of these people and you questions about the people here. But I think we will start with Kason.” I told him with my one and only kind smile. Got to get this guy to agree or I’ll have to come back with a warrant, just to ask questions. “Okay, we will answer them to the best of our abilities. And son go with this nice lady. Oh, if it isn’t to secluded can I know what are you questioning us about?” He asked with a nice smile on his face. And now I got some important information. Kason, who is now my number one suspect, is the Priests son. “There are two murders and no matter what we do, it leads us here.” I lied through my teeth. Never thought I will ever lie in a church. Guess that there is always a time for something new, even if it is bad. “Oh, I hope those families are okay. Tell them that they are in our prayers.” The priest told me. I nodded and grabbed Kason by the arm and dragged him away. Is it wrong to say that I didn’t care that Kevin was asking me to let go, I need to question this guy to find out some interesting things, like who is he working for. But right now, we just need to get back, I’ll call if I need some of the other people later. ~+~+~+ “So, do you want any water to drink?” I asked politely. Jackson was right behind me, sitting down already. He was drawing what this guy looked like so that we can have an idea of anything that may be useful. Also so that he can draw a picture of anyone who Kason may describe to him. “They actually say that? I thought it was only used in the TV shows.” Kason asked, obviously shocked that I asked that. So many people are shocked when I ask that. It is part of the long list of things that I can say, sadly it’s not in the list of do not say no matter what. “I am required to say it, but we are not here to talk about what I am supposed to and not allowed to say. Now tell me, what do you like to do on your free time?” I asked him. Jackson didn’t even bother to hold back laughing at that. I just rolled my eyes at how childish they are. “No, I’m trying to solve a murder and all of our suspects are part of a club. So, what do you like to do on your free time and where do you go party or clubbing or whatever it’s called.” I scoffed. I hated immature people, including if they are bratty ones. “I don’t go clubbing and I go to parties for the Priest’s friends.” He told me. That rose my suspicions of why wouldn’t he say dad or even claim the man that claimed him as a son. Then I remembered that I needed to contact the friend again since she just bluntly lied to me. “Don’t you mean dad or something? Like the Priest did say you were his son?” I asked, enjoying this game, and I know that I got him. He had to tell me everything and then this dreadful case is over. “No, he adopted me so that he can keep his good reputation. After he made his real son commit suicide, all because he liked rock bands and wanted to be a famous rock star one day. He judged him and told him he will lose Jesus and everything else he said. Then the next day, he killed himself, he was found hanging in the living room, right in front of the door.” Kason told me. I remember that case. It was Marie’s and my second one, but it was a suicide, so we didn’t have to deal with it. “Wasn’t that the case that we thought the dad killed the son, but then it was ruled a suicide?” Jackson asked. I knew that what he was saying was true. Marie, Jackson, and I all thought that he was murdered, but it was said that he was depressed and didn’t take any medicine for a while, so he became suicidal. “Yeah, it was.” I replied back. That had to be the one case I never wanted to see. It hit way to close to home for me, but it still bugs me that Marie and I didn’t even get a chance to prove that it was a murder. “Wait, what?” Kason asked shocked at the news he just heard. I just sighed but then I remembered that I had to question this idiot. Then it hit me. Maybe the Priest is the real murderer of this case and murdered his first son. “I will tell you the story if you tell me what you know about your adoptive dad. Oh, and also tell me the story of why you were adopted.” I told him with an evil smile. I was on my way of figuring out the truth. “Deal. So I know that he is a hard core Catholic. He is a hundred percent against the same sex marriage law and anybody that is gay, lesbian, bisexual, asexual, or any other type of sexual relationship, but straight. Which is the main reason of why he adopted me, to knock the gay out of me as he calls it. He strongly dislikes any type of music but Classical or Gospel. I think that he has anger management issues and there is defiantly something wrong with his head.” Kason started, but I cut him off. “Does he know the Seven Deadly Sins? And is he one of the annoying people who stand outside of clubs or something just to lecture people about God?” I asked. “Yeah to both. Why is it important to the case?” Kason asked me. I can tell he was losing interest of the deal and now was gaining it for interest in this case. “He also sees being gay or lesbian as one of them. So to him it’s really the Eight Deadly sins.” “Yes, that was fairly important to the case and now tell me why you were in need to be adopted?” I want to know what was going on in this man’s twisted mind. “My mother, aunt, grandma, and all of their female friends raped me.” Kason mumbled. I felt pity for the guy. Like it had to suck getting raped by someone that is supposed to love you. I made sure not to show it, even I know that no one wants to see someone showing them pity. I didn’t even bother to wonder why a guy was raped by woman, it is actually not that rare, like how so many people like to believe. “You aren’t shocked or telling me I’m not a man for standing up against myself. Or how I like guys and not chicks?” He shockingly responded. He had disbelief in his eyes that I didn’t judge him. “No. There was a whole rape case a military school. A cafeteria worker found young and innocent boys who didn’t have any good families to go back too. So, he asked to help or tutor them and then raped them to submission. The worst part about it was that the kids was so scared to even talk or tell to anyone.” I truthfully told him. This world was a terrible place to be at and to learn about. Including by how many crimes there are around here. “Well, since I told you why I was adopted and things about the Priest, can you tell me a bit about his real son’s case?” He exclaimed. I looked at Jackson and he nodded his head, giving me permission to tell him about that case. “Okay, but what I tell you doesn’t leave this room.” I told him.
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