Prodigal Son
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It would be so simple, except for one thing.
"No!"
The scream jarred him from his own thoughts. The son of the now late Richard Masterson cocked his head and turned toward the doorway, his eyes clearly no longer focused. A madness had entered them. All he could see was the blood spattered walls and the dead eyes of his father. Jack Masterson turned to face his sister.
"What have you done! You killed him!"
"I had to," Jack replied, his voice soft and melodic. "He was going to do it again to me. I couldn't let that happen."
"You're nothing but a monster. I'm calling the police."
Masterson bounded across the bed to intercept his sister. "I can't let you do that, Sarah."
"Let me go."
"I can't let you call the police. If you do, they will send him and I can't let him find out, not yet."
"What are you talking about?" Sarah questioned her eyes darting back and forth with fear, seeing the madness reflected in her brother's eyes.
"My plans are not quite ready. I will let him know when it's time."
"Let who know?"
"The priest," Masterson stated with detached calm.
"What . . . what . . . priest?" Sarah questioned though her voice trembled from the terror that was rising within her.
"Peter Caine of course. I'm going to kill him. And you are going to help me."
"What makes you think I'll help you?” She barely managed to spit out her contempt for her brother.
"Because if you don't . . ." Jack Masterson shrugged and indicated with a nod of his head toward their father's body.
Sarah froze, the pupil's in her eyes shrank to mere dots as sheer terror gripped her entire being.
Masterson dragged his sister by the arm and out the door of their father's home. He tossed her into the waiting van.
"Who's this? I saw her go into the house earlier. I would have warned you . . ."
"She's my sister," Masterson said with a sneer. "And she's going to help us. Aren't you sis?"
"You think I'm going to help you after what you've done . . ."
"Careful sister, I get mad very easily. You won't want to get me angry. You won't like it."
"Are you sure you want her involved?" Peterson questioned.
"She has no choice in the matter," Masterson growled. "If she doesn't, she knows where she'll end up. Do you still have that apartment of yours sis? The one close to the hospital where you work?"
"How do you know about that?"
"I made it my business to know. Well, do you?"
"Yes," Sarah said, her eyes darting back and forth between the two men. "What's it to you?"
"It looks like you'll be playing host to a couple of old friends."
Continues with Part 6
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