No one was safe. The serial killer's name was Daniel Patrick but no one knew. He had become an urban legend in each town he visited. Their kids were missing, especially the best looking and most popular ones. Even a nun, an altar boy, and a football star had disappeared into the thinnest air with no trace whatsoever. Beautiful young high school and college couples went out on dates. They were never seen nor heard of again. No one knew their fates, but everyone feared the worst. Who could he be? What were his motives? No one knew his name nor who he was, only that the bodies of the missing and feared dead were hidden out there and no one had a clue as to who was responsible. For their friends and families there was no closure. Their loved ones corpses had never been located. Not a single victim's remains had ever been found. It was like they had never existed.
He liked athletes. He liked army boys and marines. He liked beauty queens. He seemed bent on denuding small towns and cities alike of their best looking, most fit, and most beloved young people. It was even suggested in newspapers that he was a rapist, a bisexual, a sadistic torturer, and a serial killer. They said he had probably killed each of his victims the same night he attacked them. That was why no one could find him. But they didn't know anything about him, including what he looked like. The murderer might even be a woman. They just didn't have a clue. By now, more than one hundred people who were the cream of the crop in these little towns and cities were missing and never heard from again.
The fact that a beloved nun whom everyone cherished and who had taught fifth graders for years had also been victimized troubled them even more. Like all the others, Sister Mary had disappeared into the darkness. She was just gone. Only her disabled car was found on the edge of the road to her school. No one had a clue as to what happened to her, either. She had been a benefactor of the down-trodden who spent her miniscule salary helping the poorest people around these parts. They feared the worst had happened.
Evidently, only God, who moved sight unseen in the trees, knew what happened. Only God knew that his son was killing these people, but God wasn't talking to anyone but to his very disturbed son who was implanting fetal messiahs into the bodies of dying men and women whom he raped, murdered, and put to rest deep in the hinterlands after he seduced them, told them they would be the parents of gods, and forced his divine and powerful sperm upon them in the rapidly approaching horror.
Daniel Patrick had become an uncontrollable Psychopath of God. Will this terror ever end?
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