**_SADIE

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Thomas Meers

Holland Smith

Adon Freeman

Jack Holt

I push the paper back to the chief after looking at the names and photos. “Why do these names sound so familiar?”

The chief leans back in the chair. “Because two of them were apart of the last case you contributed in.”

My eyes widen. “The Locomotive Dash and Smash? That was over 10 years ago!” I look at the photos again. “They can’t be about 25.”

He taps a large finger at the man labeled _Jack Holt_. He’s a nice looking young man, Asian too, with a prideful look in his eyes and a firm set of commitment on his mouth. “This one was the one who started it,” he slide his finger to the Black man labeled _Adon Freeman_, “and this is the one who did it. Back then, we couldn’t charge them how we wanted to because evidence was skimpy, so they got out earlier than they should’ve.” Chief shakes his head. “And now look where we are.”

“Well, what about the other two?”

“Cannibalism.”

I blink. “What?”

Chief points at the glasses wearing _Thomas Meers_. “When he was a boy, someone said he was a cannibal, went to the police station and all. The blondy here,” he points to a pleasant looking man who looks sort of like an angel in my old Christian children bible books, “was his friend at the time as well as a girl named Penny King. The girl went insane a few months after meeting them; though her parents knew she had mental problems before. She’s living in a mental rehab facility.”

“So,” I say, getting straight to the point, “why have you called me here?”

Chief looks at me his face grim. “Because they are suspects in the multiple strings of killing that have been happening around the state and others. We dub the killer, or killers—the Judges of Man.”

***

**_THOMAS_**

Blood pools at my feet, staining my hands, hair, mouth, and glasses. All around the white floor of the rehabilitation facility. Bodies, dressed the the white of their uniforms and the crimson of the shining blood, are laying there, still, unmoving. Holland jumps over them, key in his hand, and moves to where the thing is being held.

Jack, Adon clinging to his side, walks up beside me. “Did you have to make such a mess, Thomas?”

Holland clicks his tongue as he twists the key in the lock. “Aww, don’t blame him. He didn’t get the chance to go hunting this week because of your planning.”

I lick my lips, the blood giving my stomach a calm, then get to work on my fingers. Adon frowns, looking at my pants. “That’s gonna take a long time to wash.”

“Well,” Holland swings the door open, “good thing you don’t do the laundry.”

The four of us walk in, Adon jumping onto my less solied back to avoid the blood and bodies. The thing is there, shaking, rocking herself back and forth. The room around us looks like a room for a small child, adorned with a small bed and pictures all around the walls.

Pictures of faceless creatures dressed in human clothing. How poetic.

The thing looks up, eyes glazed over but sensing our presence still. She looks as though she’s on a different plane entirely; somewhere higher than the average human. I have to hold my nose as her disgusting scent washes over me. The thing hisses as we near, but stops when she sees me, hands going to her shredded ear.

So she remembers.

Jack steps forward, a confident smile on his face. “Hello there, Ms. King. May I call you Penny?”

The Penny nods, keeping her eyes locked on me.

“We need your help in our lastest endeavor,” Jack picks some invisible dirt out of his nails, “Of course, you have no choice but to say yes, or I’ll let Thomas eat you.”

I frown. “I wouldn’t eat something as horrible as her.”

Jack looks at me, eyes disappointed. “Then I’ll let Adon deal with with you, Penny, he’s been so lonely after Thomas ate his last doll.”

Adon’s hands tighten on my back in excitement. “Oh, yes please!”

The Penny shakes her head. “No. Penny helps. Penny helps.”

Holland strides up to her and grabs a fist of her hair. “Are you sure we need her? I’ve been waiting to kill her for a looong while.”

The Penny starts to shake. Jack shakes his head and takes Holland’s hands into his own. “You’ll have to wait for this one, Holland, we need her.”

“Until we don’t,” Holland mutters below his breath.

“Can we go now,” Adon tucks his head into my shoulder, no doubt trying to snuff out the growing coppery smell of the drying blood, “I wanna go home.”

Jack looks at the Penny. “Whatcha say Penny?”

The Penny nods her head violently. I hope it flings off her neck. “Yes, Penny come. She comes.”

***

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