by Brian O’Hare
AM NEMEIN. I AM EMOTIONALLY DETACHED FROM MY KILLINGS. I AM NOT, THEREFORE, A MURDERER. I AM AN INSTRUMENT OF NEMESIS, A PUNISHER.
This is a theme running through a number of blogs on the Dark Web, written by a serial killer. He is highly intelligent and employs philosophical argument to justify a series of gruesome murders. However, he describes the killings in lurid detail, and with such gloating relish, that he utterly negates his delusion of detachment and reveals himself to be a cold-blooded, narcissistic psychopath.
Sheehan and his team rush headlong down a series of blind alleys in the pursuit of the psychopath, who continues to murder his victims with impunity. He is fiendishly clever, utterly ruthless, and tests Sheehan’s famed intuition to the limit. Indeed, Sheehan only learns the truth during a horrific climax when some members of his team experience a most harrowing ‘laceration of the soul’ that they will never be able to forget. It is unlikely that the reader will either.
And so, again I muse, have I achieved Satisfaction? And my answer, I write with regret, is a hollow ‘No.’ Until the one final act of retribution that still remains has been accomplished, my spirit, my psyche, will continue to churn, to seethe, to smoulder, until this one, the originator of the entire chain of events that has led to this point, has been made to pay.
The final perpetrator will not die. It will be his lot to suffer the torments of the damned for the rest of his life. Oh, do I have the most exquisite dilemma for him with which to climax my crusade for justice? His body will remain unscathed, but his spirit will be lacerated beyond imagination. I will present him with a choice, a choice no one should ever have to make, a single fatality to obviate a double fatality. Will he choose? Can he choose? Can he NOT choose? Oh, my entire psyche squirms, crawls, convulses at even the intimation of a moment of such delicious angst.
I now know that the detectives working these cases, while floundering in ever-increasing ignorance and frustration, have discovered my blogs. Well, bully for them! That they should have taken so long to do so is unlikely to inspire the populace with any confidence in their abilities. However, as I have just asserted, there remains one more malefactor. Can the forces of law even speculate on what I have planned for him, or, indeed, can they interpret information which I append below to determine the identity of my final target? How much help do they need? I dare say I almost feel sorry for them, crawling around in a dark space like tiny ants not knowing which way to turn. Thus, to adjust the odds in a game they have played so poorly, I offer a final, monumental clue. For those who have eyes to see, here is a pointer (and a promise) to the individual who is the final link in the chain of miscreants whose callous disinterest led to the brutal extinction of a noble soul.