Kapitel 39: 39
Leni stared at the ceiling, remembering the moment of the attack. More specifically, when Lincoln fell between her and these men, even with his useless eyes and their overwhelming numbers, he was willing to protect her with his life.
At that moment, a specific part of the memory recalled five words said by the albino that resounded at that moment like thunder in the middle of the desert.
[⚡No one touches my Leni⚡.]
The girl repeated that memory in her head like an endless cycle of "My Leni."
"My Leni. Does he consider me his?"
Leni pulled out her cell phone and looked through her gallery for a picture of Lincoln when he was eleven. Memories of Lincoln helping her and always being by her side came into her head, and her little brother was always a very helpful person, even if he helped her sisters many times just for the sake of self-interest. She wasn't exempt from this situation either. Even when he had free time, he helped them, and the volunteer spirit that poured out of him the last three years confirmed it. Had it not been for the fact that they decided to help each other, they might not have come one step closer to achieving their dreams, but it was not as easy as when her little brother helped them. By comparison, you could say they had to work twice as hard.
Once again, those words echoed in her head. "My Leni."
"I'm his Leni," the girl said to herself, squeezing her cell phone with Lincoln's portrait even more firmly across her chest.
Meanwhile, in the living room, Lincoln was sitting on the couch reading from his latest book with Luna, Lynn, and Lucy. The latter paid attention because it was about the heart; one of her favorites is titled The Black Cat. Lynn fell asleep before completing the first page, while Luna preferred to watch the news on a low note so that Lincoln would not be disturbed when a last-minute report caught the rocker's attention.
This is Katherine Mulligan reporting from the outskirts of town, where a group of teens discover a scene that can only be compared to a gory horror movie last night. I'm here at Edward's Old Car 24 Hour Shop, where a group of young men arriving in Royal Woods in the middle of the night stopped at this place to inquire for directions. They never expected to find a scene that, in their own words, was more than terrifying. I'm with the director of the investigation, Officer Gordon O'Shaughnessy.
Thank you, Catherine. We have confirmed that there are three victims, including garage owner Edward Doyle and two of his acquaintances. Cletus McAfee and William Valuer, age forty-four and forty-three years in a row
Leni went down to get some water as pictures of the victims, which Leni was able to recognize, were shown on the TV screen, falling on her back, which alerted the family.
"Leni, what's wrong with you?" Lori asked.
"It's them," Leni said in a broken voice. "The ones who tried to attack me last night."
The Louds heard this and gathered to watch the news; even Lincoln, though he could not see, could hear what the report said.
"What can you tell us about this brutal crime?"
"Officially, the press knows as much as we do. But I'll tell you something. Somebody doesn't want them."
"Can this be explained?"
"I think it would be better if I showed you."
"Attention viewers, the scenes below are very brutal and can offend the sensibilities of some. If you have a problem with this or you have children, we recommend that you change the channel."
Katherine and the officer entered the workshop, and the forensic team recovered the bodies hours earlier. In this, the ceiling and various implements or chains were covered in blood, and bits of flesh and leather hung from the hooks and chains. The scene was so brutal that the team of reporters and officers had to don special suits to avoid being stained by drops from the ceiling and bits of flesh still stuck there.
"We found Messrs. McAfee and Fleur were fastened to the ceiling with metal rods and restrained on their belly sides by a chain, but Mr. Edward was worse off. He was hung upside down, open along his empty belly just like butchered beef, and the worst thing was that the Highwayman revealed that in the course of doing so, they were still alive."
The transmission was interrupted for a moment as the cameraman vomited upon hearing the officer's graphic narration. Once he recovered, they resumed the interview.
"Have you found any justification for this brutality?" Katherine asked.
"We have reason to believe it was for revenge."
"What makes you think that?"
As you can see, Katherine, in Mr. Edward's closet, we found a secret room full of pictures of girls between the ages of fifteen and twenty. In all the pictures, the girls were naked, and in others, they were depicted in a state of rape, and next to the pictures were underwears, perhaps of the victims. Mr. Edward was a serial rapist, and then we can relate it to the cases of attacks on girls in recent years. These attacks became less frequent after the expansion and lighting of the city."
"I think this was twisted revenge."
"Everything seems to point to it. But that's what leaves us baffled."
The officer pointed at the wall with a message written in blood: "They do not deserve my God. I am his sword, and my hand is his justice."
We believe that this was not revenge but rather a kind of ritual performed by some sick sect.
Katherine stares into the camera. "Here's you, ladies and gentlemen. Private justice? Or a human massacre of torture and sadism? Katherine Mulligan spoke to you."
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