Chapter One: Madman.
In a dark room, a lamp was lit on the roof, the floor was dirty, and walls were madeof old metal with rust. Two people were in the room, one was tied to a chair with a black mask on it, made of fabric. The second was a male, 1.75 inches long. He had a black coatwearing, blond hair that was new cut. He took out a cigarette and lit it. He took a long drag and exhaled smoke. Pulled the mask off and which way it's a different man, one denominated in Spain. He was 30 years old. A prosecutor in Sweden, dark mustache. The standing man put on his black gloves and smacked him loose on the cheek as the prosecutor would wake up. He looked up and itwas not long before he realized he was tied down, he tried to take away.
- What do you want me?, He asked, alarmed and looked at the other.
He exhaled smoke and had a smile.
- What am I doing here?!
He sighed.
- I do not care what the hell you doing here, prosecutors Maadai.
Maadai stopped and looked around the room.
- What do you want me?
The man took out his cigarette from his mouth and pointed it at his eye and quickly starts pushing. Maadai screamed and start shaking the chair. He took the cigar ethylene.
- That's what they want.
The prosecutor was crying in pain and tried to open his left eye.
- Fuck you!
The man sighed again and pulled down the zipper on his coat and pulled out the right side of it. Maadais one eye certain fear he was completely silent. He saw a lot of knives, hammers, brass knuckles, small saws, axes.
- They want to kill you because you did your job and put your their leaders in jail for life.
Maadai became quite still, looked like he was trying to think.
- Erik military stone, mob boss?
He nodded, and took up the little saw.
- People who want others to die, contact me, I usually ask them how cruel, and that person will die from one to ten, all say ten buttheir eyes say otherwise. Maadai began to breathe more, he does not feel ready.
- So I gave you the number three, not so painful, because you did your job and you have never killed anyone or hurt anyone. He putthe saw in the beginning of the prosecutor's hand and began sawing.
The men who stood outside the room heard the scream, they laughed. There was silence for a while. One of them got curious and opened the door cautiously and peered inside. He jumped and saw a lot of blood on the floor, and the hand was left on the chair. Heclosed the door quickly and vomited.
- What the hell did you see?, Said one.
He looked up with a horrified picture.
- Blood, so much blood.
The scream started again, the man had started cutting on the other hand.
- What did you say he is hetero again?
He wiped away his vomit.
- Cody, known as executed.
The door opened and there stood Cody. They looked in his eyes, they were blue-gray.
- Maadai will die soon of blood loss ... he saw vomit on the floor.
He looked at the man who is still hanging over it.
- Never, Never look at when I do my job ... understood.
He nodded his head gently.
- My Jack? The other gave him a bag, he opened and there was a lot of hundred dollars.
- 50?
He nodded.
The man started walking in the hall and his black coat disappeared with him in the dark.
The sun rose and shone into the bed room, a girl at age 23 awoke. She looked out the window. It was a beautiful day, the birds chirped, no clouds in the sky. She looked together, and there was her boyfriend. She had a smile and struck him with his pillow. The man woke up.
- Good morning sweetie, and fought back.
She kissed him and got up from bed. Went to the kitchen and started making coffee.
The man came in half-naked, he was physically fit and put on a white shirt.
- Hi, my parents come to visit us this weekend, she said, and poured the coffee.
He gave her a smile and said.
- Be nice, I have not met them yet so it will be fun.
She gave him a cup.
- So, anything new on the job?
He sighed and took a sip, just as he would respond as it rang from his mobile. Responded quickly.
- Yes .. I will.
La of phone and put the cup on the table, he gave his girlfriend a kiss.
- Yes, apparently it has found a body, you must hurry, bye.
He donned a black jacket and closed the door behind him.
20 minutes later, as he looked at a body that was stuck in a chair. The stomach was completely open on her intestines lay on the ground, his eyes were gone, although heavy.
- So what do you think?, Asked a dark-skinned young woman.
- I guess the torture and someone has checked in too many horror films, he replied.
A man came into the room, he was around 45 years of age. He was blond and had a mustache, he looked around in the dark room and then the body.
- My name is Mark Jones and I am the inspector, this killer is my job.
The woman and the other man turned around.
- I'm Kevin and this is Lisa, he presented.
They shook hands with each other.
- So I guess we three will work together, I moved here from Stockholm, so ... what do you have to say about this crazy guy?, said Mark.
Kevin sighed, he did not even know myself.
- We only know that this may be his first murder, it's no amateur we meet here, look around no evidence somewhere.
He scratched his head, and Mark took a ciggaret. He lit it and asked.
- Do you know at least the name?
- Yes ... Her name was Jennifer Olsson, 25 years old, lived in Jönköping, Divorced and no children, said Lisa.
He nodded, he looked closely at the body. He saw something in her broken nail.
He walked closer, it was number 6. Kevin and Lisa looked well.
- What could this mean? She asked.
- If we can find two sixes to so ... it can be a devil worshiper, said Kevin.
They looked through the whole body, found nothing.
- Okay, she will be brought to the morgue, they might find something inside. But number 6 is all we have, it must mean something.

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December 2012