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Bob nodded as if Kellen had hit the nail dead on. It was his only lessons. He learned
to obey the words written and lived them. It was all that he knew.
That all made sense, but there was one part I just couldn t wrap my head around.
Why did he kill his mother then?
It took ten years for me to understand his mind, Bob replied. To piece together
what came out of his mouth, after some time, it was apparent that he killed his mother
because she sinned.
Sinned? Huh? What sin? I urged him to get on with it with a wave of my hand.
Now, I was just impatient and taken by the conversation as Kellen was. This situation
was definitely a first for me.
She birthed him out of wedlock.
Chase guffawed. Are you telling me that he killed his own mother because she had
him?
Bob nodded with no amusement in his demeanour. From what I learned of him, he
thought there was no other choice. He was saving her soul.
I sat back in the chair, let out a long breath and gulped deeply. Saving her soul
how?
You have to think like him to understand why he does the things he does. In his
world, he is a prophet from God sent to save angels that have been taken over by the
Devil.
He truthfully believes that? Chase asked.
Very much so, Bob replied. From what I got through our discussions, he saved
his mother from her wicked ways and returned her to her maker for forgiveness. He
buried her in a grave, but supplied her with an air tank. He said that he put her back to
God and kept her there for seven days to let her free herself from her sins. Then, after
those days, he returned to dig her up. He said that he made his mother pretty, made up her
face so that when she was remembered by all, she d be beautiful.
Fuck, Chase exhaled.
Yeah, exactly. I could hardly believe my ears. This guy was a goddamn lunatic.
Bless the Beauty, Kellen cut in, his voice soft.
His terminology was dead on. It was an act to purify the victims, keep them perfect
forever. It all made sense now and came together in a neat little package. He created a
vision of them in his mind and when they disappointed him sinned he killed them to
save them. At least that s how he saw it. Guess that sums up his reasoning behind it all.
I looked away from Kellen and back to Bob. What do you suggest for questioning him?
It won t be an easy task, Bob replied in earnest. It took me ten years to break
through the depths of his mind.
Well, we don t have ten years, I retorted. He has taken another woman, buried her
somewhere, hopefully still alive. We need to get him to talk.
Bob pursed his lips a moment then said, The only way to relate to him is through
the Lord. Connect with him. The problem will be in understanding his thoughts. His mind
is confused. Remember that.
A little nudge that had been stirring within me this entire conversation couldn t be
held back any longer. With all the knowledge we needed out of the way, my frustration
level hit the roof. So Bob, tell me, how did he get released from here?
Bob s lips tightened into a fine line. Obviously, he knew exactly where I was going
with this and didn t appreciate it one bit. Well, too bad for him, I didn t give a shit. Bob
cleared his throat before he spoke. We medicated him. He was doing quite well on
Risperidone.
That wasn t the answer I was looking for. If anything, his remark only sparked the
fire of irritation in my body to burn. Someone needed to take ownership here, and I was
going to be sure to point that fact out. You expected him to continue taking his
medication unsupervised?
We had transferred him to home care, Bob deplored. He was living on his own
for the last four years and was doing well.
Well that plan obviously flopped.
Bob glared at me. A vein in the center of his head was beginning to bulge. It s our
job to assess our patients, treat them and when they are well enough, we are expected to
assist them back into the community. Our funds are low. We do what we can. The vein
looked about ready to burst as he continued. Chad had been living independently for
four years. He was no threat or danger to anyone.
I struck a nerve with the doctor, but this nerve was hitting me just as strong. Lives
were lost and this all could have been prevented. I jumped to my feet and glared down at
him. Why don t you call the victim s families and tell them that whole spiel you just shit
out.
Bob shot up from his chair, fists tight at his side. It s our job within the community
to see them well. Chad had made leaps and bounds with his care. He was open and
willing through our sessions. He understood between right and wrong and under
medication, he appeared to be thriving. There was no reason to keep him here further. He
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Bob nodded as if Kellen had hit the nail dead on. It was his only lessons. He learned
to obey the words written and lived them. It was all that he knew.
That all made sense, but there was one part I just couldn t wrap my head around.
Why did he kill his mother then?
It took ten years for me to understand his mind, Bob replied. To piece together
what came out of his mouth, after some time, it was apparent that he killed his mother
because she sinned.
Sinned? Huh? What sin? I urged him to get on with it with a wave of my hand.
Now, I was just impatient and taken by the conversation as Kellen was. This situation
was definitely a first for me.
She birthed him out of wedlock.
Chase guffawed. Are you telling me that he killed his own mother because she had
him?
Bob nodded with no amusement in his demeanour. From what I learned of him, he
thought there was no other choice. He was saving her soul.
I sat back in the chair, let out a long breath and gulped deeply. Saving her soul
how?
You have to think like him to understand why he does the things he does. In his
world, he is a prophet from God sent to save angels that have been taken over by the
Devil.
He truthfully believes that? Chase asked.
Very much so, Bob replied. From what I got through our discussions, he saved
his mother from her wicked ways and returned her to her maker for forgiveness. He
buried her in a grave, but supplied her with an air tank. He said that he put her back to
God and kept her there for seven days to let her free herself from her sins. Then, after
those days, he returned to dig her up. He said that he made his mother pretty, made up her
face so that when she was remembered by all, she d be beautiful.
Fuck, Chase exhaled.
Yeah, exactly. I could hardly believe my ears. This guy was a goddamn lunatic.
Bless the Beauty, Kellen cut in, his voice soft.
His terminology was dead on. It was an act to purify the victims, keep them perfect
forever. It all made sense now and came together in a neat little package. He created a
vision of them in his mind and when they disappointed him sinned he killed them to
save them. At least that s how he saw it. Guess that sums up his reasoning behind it all.
I looked away from Kellen and back to Bob. What do you suggest for questioning him?
It won t be an easy task, Bob replied in earnest. It took me ten years to break
through the depths of his mind.
Well, we don t have ten years, I retorted. He has taken another woman, buried her
somewhere, hopefully still alive. We need to get him to talk.
Bob pursed his lips a moment then said, The only way to relate to him is through
the Lord. Connect with him. The problem will be in understanding his thoughts. His mind
is confused. Remember that.
A little nudge that had been stirring within me this entire conversation couldn t be
held back any longer. With all the knowledge we needed out of the way, my frustration
level hit the roof. So Bob, tell me, how did he get released from here?
Bob s lips tightened into a fine line. Obviously, he knew exactly where I was going
with this and didn t appreciate it one bit. Well, too bad for him, I didn t give a shit. Bob
cleared his throat before he spoke. We medicated him. He was doing quite well on
Risperidone.
That wasn t the answer I was looking for. If anything, his remark only sparked the
fire of irritation in my body to burn. Someone needed to take ownership here, and I was
going to be sure to point that fact out. You expected him to continue taking his
medication unsupervised?
We had transferred him to home care, Bob deplored. He was living on his own
for the last four years and was doing well.
Well that plan obviously flopped.
Bob glared at me. A vein in the center of his head was beginning to bulge. It s our
job to assess our patients, treat them and when they are well enough, we are expected to
assist them back into the community. Our funds are low. We do what we can. The vein
looked about ready to burst as he continued. Chad had been living independently for
four years. He was no threat or danger to anyone.
I struck a nerve with the doctor, but this nerve was hitting me just as strong. Lives
were lost and this all could have been prevented. I jumped to my feet and glared down at
him. Why don t you call the victim s families and tell them that whole spiel you just shit
out.
Bob shot up from his chair, fists tight at his side. It s our job within the community
to see them well. Chad had made leaps and bounds with his care. He was open and
willing through our sessions. He understood between right and wrong and under
medication, he appeared to be thriving. There was no reason to keep him here further. He
proved himself to be a productive part of the community. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]