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  The Killing Times

  By Morgan Kelley

  © Copyright 2012 by Morgan Kelley LLC All rights reserved.

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  All characters and locations are fictional and any similarity to real life or individuals is coincidental.

  Fifth Edition © Copyright Oct 2013 by Morgan Kelley LLC

  “A man or a woman who is a medium

  or a necromancer shall surely be put to death.

  They shall be stoned with stones;

  their blood shall be upon them.”

  Leviticus 20:27

  And so begins Elizabeth’s story….

  ~Prologue ~

  Twelve Months Earlier

  It was all wrong, and he simply couldn’t accept it. There had to be something connecting these deaths, and he just wasn’t seeing it clearly. Sheriff Charlie LaRue sat at his desk in his home office, eating his dinner with his case files open on his lap. As he compared the three victims, there had to be a reason their lives all came to an end. It wasn’t as if these were the first deaths the town had seen, and yet something rubbed him the wrong way. Just last year there had been a drowning in the lake, but they chalked it up to too much booze on the holiday, but these three... they truly screamed ‘foul’. Charlie was bothered enough to keep digging through the information. Eventually, he would get to the bottom of it, even if it became his life mission. Now he was a dog with a meaty bone, and plenty of time to strip it bare. It seemed that all he had left at this point in his life was time.

  He’d been a lawman for thirty years now. Charlie worked his way up through the ranks in the big city, supporting a wife and daughter on his salary. He truly loved the job. Then one day, that all came screeching to a halt. His wife, on her way to a soccer game with their only child, was killed in a car accident. He then was forced to become the mom and dad to a stubborn little spitfire. Big city life had to come to an end. When they had the chance, he moved them to Salem, to slow down the pace. This would ensure that he would live long enough to raise his daughter.

  In his opinion, there was nothing like living in the Deep South. In the north, time moved forward quickly, where in Salem- it didn’t. It stayed a sleepy old town.

  His work there was gratifying as sheriff. It wasn’t always exciting, but he got to interact daily with the people he swore to protect. It also allowed him to watch his daughter grow up into a fine young woman. Sadly though, slow town life didn’t suit her at all, and once she graduated college, Elizabeth was off to Quantico to become part of the FBI.

  Pride swelled in his heart as he stared over at her picture on his book shelf. She was the spitting image of her momma, and the stubborn duplicate of her father.

  God help the world!

  As he refocused on the files in front of him, Charlie continued eating his salad, despite how much he loathed the leafy clippings. It reminded him of lawn cuttings and tasted just about the same. But a promise was made to his daughter, one he intended to keep. If he ate better and stopped smoking, then maybe he would get to see grandkids one day.

  He glanced down at the greens that he had dumped from the big container in his refrigerator. Yeah, this was going to be torture. His ex-wife couldn’t get him to eat healthy, but his daughter and a promise of grandkids one day certainly could.

  In her last email, she mentioned a possible second date. It gave him hope that it would lead to more. Charlie desperately wanted her to find the love he once had with his first wife. She had been his soul mate, and he desired that for his daughter too.

  Since he’d been thinking of her and the emails, he needed to send one back. Maybe he should ask for a second set of eyes to take a look at these files. It was possible a trained special agent with the FBI would have a better chance at sorting through all this crap. Then possibly, Elizabeth could give her old man a clue.

  He rolled his eyes in disgust as more greens went down the gullet.

  Apparently, Charlie would do anything to one day see those grandkids.

  As he began to type the email, he felt a quickening in his pulse and a tightening in his chest. Possibly, he was pushing himself a little too hard. In his medical history, there was a slight arrhythmia that gave him concern. The doctor assured him with medication, he would be fine. Maybe taking the rest of the night off would be a good thing; after all, he wasn’t a young man anymore. Sixty was right around the corner, and he hadn’t exactly lived a clean life. Yeah, the smoking and beer were catching up to him, so maybe he’d just finish his lawn clippings and head to bed.

  Charlie was almost done. All that was left was to hit send. Before he could, there was a scraping noise from the patio. It sounded like someone was opening his door, trying to get into gain access to the house. Immediately, Charlie shut down all his files and closed his laptop.

  It would have to wait until his company was gone.

  In his mind, Charlie had plenty of time.

  Charlie tried to stand, but the room swam and his throat began to constrict.

  Oh God, something was wrong!

  He reached for the phone to dial 911, but it slipped from his hand. All the feeling in his hand was gone, as the numbness spread to his legs, his thighs, and finally his chest. Suddenly, he wished he sent the email, or better yet had taken the time to call his daughter.

  “Did you enjoy your salad, Charlie?” questioned the voice from the doorway.

  Charlie tried to speak, but his tongue felt incredibly swollen. He couldn’t understand why the visitor was in his house.

  Uninvited.

  “Oh, don’t worry, Charlie. While you were at work I mixed you up some special greens of my own.”

  Panic set in as his breathing slowed. How he wished he could get to his gun and take one well aimed shot.

  “I’m sure you realize now what Foxglove can do to the body. It’s very toxic and the poison works fairly quickly. Isn’t it delightful that digitalis is both a toxin and a cure? Nature can be such a wicked thing. As can humans, Charlie.”

  He knew it was over, and he began whispering a mental goodbye to his daughter. He prayed when she was forced to come home, that she wouldn’t stay. If she remained, ultimately she would die too.

  “It’s time to end your reign as Sheriff, Charlie. You won’t be investigating these deaths anymore. It’s time to sleep,” mocked the voice, as the man slowly began to slump over his laptop.

  Breath shuddered, as everything came to a stop. He swore he heard the last beat of his heart. Soon, all his last cognizant thoughts were gone before the blackness came and swallowed him.

  The laughter was sadistic and evil. “Tick, tock, Charlie. Now it looks like you’ll be my next victim. Sadly, they’ll think you had a heart attack, you old coot. Let’s keep that our own little secret. It appears you’ll be taking it to your grave.”

  The voice placed the receiver back in the cradle and closed Charlie’s dead eyes. Now that he was gone, the purification of Salem could continue, but first, there would be a little break. There would be a new sheriff and the trail needed to temporarily go cold, until the replacement was found and studied. No need to draw suspicion with another death. There was plenty of time. Why rush and screw it up? After all, this was all a calling.

  One from God!

  Six Hundred Miles Away

  Ethan Blackhawk tossed and turned in his bed. The dream grabbed him, refusing to let go, no matter how hard he tried to wake himself. He should be used
to it by now, since the same woman had been habitually invading his nights and sometimes entering his days. There were moments where she brought him peace and other times abject horror.

  Good dreams, bad dreams, even horrific ones all centered around her as if she was the catalyst. There were even some dreams that would make him blush if he wasn’t asleep. Ethan was ashamed to admit it, but his favorite ones were the voyeuristic dreams, where his blood heated his body. All of it was driving him mad with want.

  The dreams were becoming more urgent. In this one the woman was standing in a circle of blood, as it ran over her body in sick rivulets. In one hand was a gun and in the other was a badge. Barely visible was the FBI lettering. Her long, black hair waved in the breeze, as she stared at him with the prettiest blue eyes he had ever seen. Correction, they were the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen in his life. They captivated his attention with their color alone. Her body was next to draw his full attention. The woman was tall and lean. Her hair whipped around her, like a cape in the invisible breeze. What Ethan wouldn’t give to slide his hands into the mass of black silk, holding her to his body.

  “Come find me, Ethan. I need your help,” she whispered, into the darkness. It was as if she was staring right through him, seeing all his secrets.

  “Where are you?” he pleaded. The desperation was building, as he needed to find her. Maybe if he located her, it would end the torment he was suffering. His life was plagued with this woman and the need to protect her. She had become his obsession, driven by his own selfish desires to touch, taste and feel her.

  “I’m at the mouth of hell.” It was simply spoken with both fear and honesty. Wherever she was, it was indeed hellish. Death was surrounding her, and she couldn’t hold it back any longer. Soon it would be coming for her.

  “How am I supposed to find you?” His own voice betrayed him, as all the need and want flooded through with the emotions. Blackhawk prided himself in being a man of few words. Yet in his dreams with her, he was always a geyser; desperate to keep her there with him as long as possible.

  She tipped her head to the side, pondering the question and searching for the answer herself. How could she explain to him that she couldn’t supply him with the very thing that eluded her too? “Follow the trail of bodies, and they’ll lead you to me,” she replied, dropping her gun and badge into the puddle of blood, willingly abandoning them.

  “Wait!”

  “Hurry Ethan, I need your help!” With that she turned and began walking away, leaving a trail of bloody footsteps marking her path.

  Ethan watched the dream waver, sitting up in a panic and finally breaking through. He scrubbed his hands over his face, hoping to wipe away the dream and the panic brewing, but to no avail, it remained. He shuddered and pulled himself from his bed, walking to the window and staring out at the silence of the city.

  “I’ll find you, I promise,” he whispered, praying it wouldn’t be too late for either of them.

  Everything in him screamed the truth.

  Ethan needed her to survive.

  Back In Salem

  One Year Later

  The truck bounced haphazardly down the rocky road. It spewed pebbles and gravel behind it, as it sped into the darkness without a care in the world.

  Death had no schedule.

  When it was time to die, it was the end of the line and these two witches deserved it. They flaunted their bodies, giving away what shouldn’t be bargained so freely. They deserved what happened to them.

  At first, it was easy to just get them high. It only took a few special joints and to lure them, one by one, to the Jacuzzi. It was quite simple as they didn’t weigh more than one hundred pounds each. Both girls were barely legal in age, and easy to trick into doing his will. There was such stupidity in youth, but alas, that was handled now. There would be no fast living; there would be no more drugs, sex and rock and roll. All there was now was the finality of death.

  Theirs.

  Both had gone fairly quickly. They were held under the water, until eyes were huge with fear. Ignored were their struggles, as they fought to survive. Although, he had to admit, there was definitely remorse with the second girl. Her parents were kind people, and it wasn’t their fault that they were raising a witch. How could they know she was willing to dance naked under the moonlight for any man?

  What a shame! There was even a moment of pity, when she was pulled to the surface, allowing her to catch her breath and beg for her life. Only it wasn’t meant to be, as he pushed her back under to begin the torture all over again. He wasn’t permitted to stop. The voice had demanded it be done.

  Cleanse the town of all the witches!

  Evil was everywhere in the world, including Salem, and he was ‘chosen’ to find the offenders and purify his town.

  This was his calling.

  Now it was time to dump their bodies and head home. It had been almost a year since the last cleansing had taken place. The break in between only fueled the hunger and need to do the duty assigned at his birth. This was his calling, and a mission from God. It was one that needed to be completed. Everyone in town would benefit, and a new, pure Salem would be reborn.

  He brought the truck to a stop beside the serene lake. It would be a good place to leave the girls. By morning they would be found by someone, and if not, it just prolonged the fun of watching the new sheriff trying to solve the crimes.

  Charlie LaRue had been smart and didn't miss a thing. His replacement looked like she should be modeling in a magazine. Elizabeth LaRue had been in the FBI, but now her father’s death had brought her home.

  That would be the worst decision of her life!

  Attempting to match wits with a killer was one thing, but trying to stop the divine intervention of God was another. If she got too close, she too would end up one of the victims. Honestly, that wouldn’t be a bad thing. Like the second girl, he’d regret it a little bit, but as usual the voice would give him strength and urge him forward.

  It always did!

  As the bodies were lowered into the lake, they made light ripples around the shoreline. The tiny fish began checking to see what was now disturbing their habitat. The moon shone down on their corpses, as they were pushed towards the deep, center of the water. Soon, they would sink and their transformation would be complete.

  From sinner to cleansed.

  From life to death.

  The count was once again growing and the game was starting, anew. Continuing the hunt for the next witch was his ultimate plan. But why rush? Tonight was their baptism, and it should be all about them.

  A silent prayer was said for their souls, and then followed by barely suppressed laughter.

  Once again ‘the killing times’ were upon them. It was all about purging Salem of the evil that had found its way there.

  Sinners beware.

  Salvation was on its way!

  ~ Chapter One ~

  Tuesday Pre-Dawn

  Her breath came fast, as it puffed from her mouth in a cloud of vapor. She was almost there. Home was just down this last dirt road, and she would finally be done. The muscles in her upper back ached from where she had been shot. It was a continual reminder that she took a bullet, lost a partner, and destroyed her dignity all at once. There were good days and bad days, for both the ache in her back and the one in her heart.

  For now, she was worried about the physical pain. Let’s face it, she wasn’t getting any younger. After the fateful day of getting hurt on the job, she had no choice but to keep her body in shape. If you didn’t have your strength and agility in law enforcement, what did you have?

  Isn’t that what she had told her father countless times? More sorrow flooded through her, but this time it threatened to swamp her heart. Elizabeth dedicated this last mile to her dad, as she fought her own demons, refusing to let him down. Wherever he was now, she hoped he was proud of her, despite the mistakes she’d made as an FBI agent. There was the need for him to still believe in her from the gr
eat beyond, even though she ran like a coward instead of standing her ground. That was her shameful secret, and to that day, she knew that it would have been better to defend herself against the persecutors who judged her guilty.

  Regret replaced the pain.

  Elizabeth hoped that deep down, there would come a point where the sadness would fade, along with the humiliation too. She knew there would never be a day that went by in which she didn’t regret attending her partner’s funeral. It was the day her career in the FBI had come to a screeching halt.

  Yes, they had broken the rules. The minute she decided to sleep with him, it all began to crumble around her. In a second of weakness, she was clipped at the knees. Sometimes, she believed he got away easy. Not to diminish his death, since a part of her died that day too, but he was mourned and she was vilified.

  How was she to know that he’d lied about everything? He was still legally married and had a wife. Her partner’s spouse was a bitter woman who blamed Elizabeth for everything. There was no point in trying to explain that she was just a rebound, a friend, and a safe place to weather the storm. There were two sides to every story, but at that funeral it was the wife who had the final say. Elizabeth took the slap in anger, the bitter tears, and the vicious words spewed at her in hate.

  It was her penance.

  On that day, she had decided to walk away and spare herself the torment of wondering why. So like a coward, she ran home to avoid the speculative stares of her colleagues. As she left the funeral, Elizabeth got the call; they had found her father.

  Charlie LaRue was dead. He’d had a heart attack and was gone from her life now too.

  Immediately, her plan of running home to lick her wounds was put on the back burner. There were bigger, more vicious injuries to tend to now. Once home, she simply never left. Elizabeth fell into a calm and less stressful life. When the mayor asked her to finish up her father’s term as sheriff, she wholeheartedly said yes. Ten months later, she was nearly healed emotionally and physically.