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Kampf
By Danii Debrabant

 


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Kampf
by Danii
Summary: Stone investigates a string of attacks at various L.A.
temples, and encounters one of the most horrible of the 113.
Disclaimer: I own no one. I am not getting any money for this work,
and I don't expect any at all.
Distribution: To anyone who will take it. Just tell me where it is.
Rating: R
Warning: This work of fiction deals with the greatest modern mass
slaughter in the 20th century, not to mention the one who
orchestrated the aforementioned killing. If such material offends
you, or if you find reading such things either too depressing or too
painful, please stop now. And please understand that I do not wish to
disrespect those who lost their lives to this tragedy at all.

And now:

Stone walked through what had once been the doorway to the Father
Israel Temple, which was now no more than cinders and rubble. As he
passed, his long-dead fingers ever so lightly grazed the surface of
the crumbling remains, leaving a black stain on his pale hand almost
like the stain this horrible scene had left on his non-beating but
still fully functional heart.

It was the third massacre in the last two weeks, claiming another
fourty-seven victims to add to the two hundred fifty-three already
murdered. And they had been murdered; the coroner's report Stone had
gotten his hands on had made it quite clear that these fires were
anything but accidental.

The report had also made it clear that, from what they could find
from the bodies, the fire hadn't killed any of them. According to the
pathologists, all the victims had in fact died from breathing some
sort of deadly gas, traces of which had been found in the bodies'
lungs. And yet, from what the examiners' tests said, the gas had not
been from the smoke of the fire but from some unknown source. A
source that they were unsure of, given the fact that, according to
their records, this particular poisonous gas had not been used since
the 1940's.

Stone continued his walk inside the burnt remains of the once-holy
place, carefully avoiding the other people on the crime scene. What
they were looking for was not what he was looking for, and vice
versa, so for this case, it would be better if the police knew
nothing about the involvment of one Ezekiel Stone.

He didn't know what he was looking for really, but his tired brain
insisted that he had to find something soon to stop this Damned
bastard from taking out another temple. Something that would give him
a clue as to what the killer was, why they were destroying innocent
lives, and what it was they were hoping to get from these murders.

"Who knows, Ezekiel?" a familiar voice asked in a murmur right behind
his ear in a way that should have annoyed him but couldn't. Stone
just couldn't feel annoyed standing where he was, it being what it
had been and what it now was.

"Who knows," the voice continued in a hissing whisper that almost
made him hungry for an apple, "Who knows why your most recent prey
finds pleasure in doing what he does?"

Stone didn't answer. Instead, he tiredly waited for the Devil to
continue, as he knew the fallen angel would.

"Well," the Devil said with a shrug as he slipped ever so gracefully
to the front of Stone, "I do, but if you think I'm going to tell you,
you've got another thing coming."

"Thank you," the dead detective replied with a nod, "Now go away..."

"Oh, Ezekiel..." the Devil asked with mock sympathy that was
accompanied by a large smirk, "Is this case getting to you? Oh why on
Earth would this case be bothering you so much, do you think?"

Stone didn't answer. He didn't feel like playing games.

"Is it the mass murder in a holy place that gets under your skin,
Detective?" the Devil asked with a questioning glance, "Or perhaps
it's the sheer number of victims this Damned soul has taken..."

"Something like that, yeah..." Stone replied as he began to walk away
from his torturer/employer, knowing that what he was doing was
foolish since the Devil usually gave him hints during these little
talks. But he was so...there wasn't even a word for what Stone was
feeling at the moment. Something between outrage, hatred, sadness,
grief, helplessness, and anger, a condition he'd been in far too many
times in his short life and his afterlife.

But of course the Devil couldn't let him go before he was done. Not
that Stone had expected him to.

"Detective, Detective..." the Devil said with a disappointed shake of
his head, "Would't you like a little clue as to who could be doing
this before you go?"

"Sure..." Stone replied in the tone of voice most people reserved for
small children who 'wanted to show you something.'

"Well, since you've been so much fun, Mr. Stone, I'll give you two."

"Why, thank you." he answered, trying to keep as much of the sarcasm
out of his voice as he could. Which wasn't much.

"First off, if it'll make you feel any better, I'll have you know
that the number of victims he's taken so far since the escape isn't
even a fraction of what he did his first time up here..."

"Yeah, that makes me feel great." Stone muttered.

"And secondly," the Devil continued with a slight flourish, "A little
advice when dealing with this soul imparticular, though I think that
it would be a good idea for all of your jobs..."

"Yeah?"

"Haben Sie keinen Pity. Tat brutal."

Suddenly, one of the pieces of the torched building fell right near
Stone's foot, and due to pure reaction, the dead man jumped away to
avoid being hit. A second later, he looked up to where the Devil had
been standing.

And, like always, he was gone...

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