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ThePirates'Hollow-415/236/2371TheElectricPub-415/236/4380
"Yes sir," I grinned, standing up straight now, fully rested. 'Sir' was a
little joke between Paul and me; he and I were good friends, and we had long
ago dispensed with formalities. I studied his face for a reaction, and my
smile grew larger, as his
grin cracked the stern expression of a second ago. We laughed, and then,
turned our attention to the matter at hand. I moved next to him, and felt
dwarfed by his immense frame. I was tall, 6'1, but Paul was huge.
"There, look." Paul started. I followed his gaze, and I looked through the two
way glass at the outline of what appeared to be a hunched over man, lying on
the floor. It remained motionless, and I tried to discern any sort of
features, but to no avai
l.
"Who or what is that?" I remarked, never taking my eyes off the lump of flesh
which sat there, perhaps pondering some unfathomable thought. Or, at least
unfathomable to a sane person. I wondered about the thin boundary between
sanity and insanity, wh
ile I waited for Paul's answer.
"That, is a he, and he, is Andrew Pritchard." he said without emotion, Paul
always was fascinated by subjects, but he never allowed himself emotional
commitment. I on the other hand did, and that is why Paul is a world renowned
doctor, and I am still
an intern.
"Isn't he that westside strangler, the one who raped all those rich women." my
interest was peaked, and I peared more intently at the figure inside.
"One and the same. They say that he had some sort of Psychic power. I don't
really believe that, but some people do. They said that he could touch the
women, and instantly know everything about them. He singled out his victims
that way. Imagine it. T
ouch a lady in a crowd, assimilate her entire background, and then, carefully
plan your next move. The opportunities would be endless." he finished, his
breathing more intense as his excitement grew.
"But I don't understand." I questioned. "How could they catch a man who
possessed such an ability."
"Ability?" Paul said, without looking at me. "I'll tell you what happened,
then judge for yourself whether or not this power is an 'Ability' or a curse."
Paul turned away from the glass, deep in thought, and headed towards the door.
He turned as if he forgot something, then he brushed it aside, and continued
on. "Let's go." He said simply. I followed him out the door into the hallway.
There, he turned
and headed for the double doors at the end of the corridor. As I turned to
close the door behind me, I thought, for an instant, I heard a scream, but if
it every truly happened, it was gone now, and I closed the door. Twisting the
handle, to insure
that it was locked, I turned to follow Paul.
"Hurry up Eddie," Paul urged, its a long story and I only have until three so
get moving." I forced myself to move quicker, and I found myself at the his
side in a matter of seconds. Then, we pushed open the double doors, and
entered the lounge area.
Paul sat at his favorite chair, a tan e-z-boy, and I settled in to listen to
this morbid tale of psychtic murder. My spine tingled in anticipation, and I
blocked out all thoughts and concentrated on Paul.
"You may have read about it in the paper," he started. "You know, about his
capture."
I tried to picture the article in my head but couldn't "Vauguely," I said,
"Why?"
"Because of the journalist who covered the story," Paul paused as if waiting
for me to answer.
"VanBuren was his name, if i'm not mistaken" I said, completing his sentence.
"Her name." he corrected. "Kathi VanBuren. Andrew Pritchard's final victim,
and also, his jailer." Paul made a queer face at this last statement, and I
thought he was joking.
"Jailer? What so you mean..."
"Shh. Let me finish." Paul said sternly. "Just pay attention. I didn't or
rather couldn't believe it myself when I first heard it, but it seems to be
the only explanation. " he paused a second, and seemingly regretted the last
statement he made, but
continued anyway. "Andrew Pritchard. In and out of reform schools since the
age of twelve. He was first convicted of raping his nine year old sister, and
spent six months in juvenile hall, and then, various hospitals. At the age of
sixteen, he began
to get really bad." Paul looked as if this statement was funny, and I looked
at him quizzically, and he continued. "State of Maryland police record. Nine
arrests, five convictions. Everything from stealing cars to sodomizing a nun.
This guy's done it
." I thought about the last part for a second, and wondered if God really
punished you for something like that. Like putting a double whammy on
somebody. I decided he must, and picked up again listening to Paul. "Finally
in 1984, at the ripe age thir
ty one, he was let out of prison for the final time. He served thirteen years,
and was let out, to, supposedly begin a new reformed life. Ha-Ha big joke. He
went on to rape and murder an estimated 69 women in the next 5 years, before
he was caught fo
r the final time. But, as you already know, something was different about
these murders. Something was extremely different. Every single one left no
clues, and it seemed impossible that the same man could be committing the same
crime. He was everywhe
re. He didn't study their houses, he didn't study their lifestyles. There was
no way on earth he could have known all he did about every lady he murdered.
No way on earth!" Paul began screaming this."No way on earth! None! N-O W-AY!!"
"Paul, Paul!" I stared at him as he continued to scream."PAUL!! " I reached
out and began to shake him. "STOP!!"
"Alright, Alright. I'm fine, I just got a little excited" Paul's face was
flushed a bright red, and he had beads of sweat dripping down his face.
"Are you sure you're all right?" I asked.
"Yes. Yes. I'm fine. Now where was I." Paul began searching his thoughts to
find his mental bookmark, and I relaxed somewhat. I still searched his face
for any signs of a sudden relapse, but I found none." Oh yes," Paul
interrupted, breaking my train
of thought. " I remember now. Anyway. There was no way anybody could have
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