(The following are excerpts from a journal found at the seventh murder scene)
Las Vegas, Nevada. As of 2006 the population was 552,539. That is an extraordinarily disgusting number. Every one a sinner. They gamble, they steal, they have promiscuous sex, they defile the sanctity of marriage by allowing the sodomites to marry, they have their back alley abortions…which is probably the best thing for the-would be bastards. There is no fate worse than being born to a whore…I would know. Used to work for a New York crime family until some new kid, (Gonzalez perhaps?) came and took my place. No matter, with the money that I accumulated, I now begin my life’s mission. My final work of art, if you will. There are seven of them. They are all rich and they are all famous. They are ALL sinners.
Gaby Gutierrez is a politician. Her gambling problem is a weakness that will make her constant security personnel seem non existent.
Alexander Adams has nothing to be angry about. He is of eight brothers and the only one who pulled himself out of the ghetto and also the world heavy weight champion. He also uses too many ‘roids.
Paige Parker or “Pretty Paige” as the tabloids calls her. She is not pretty. She is a whore with billions from her now deceased husband. She is also a former model, a fact that she prides.
Lou Livingston is a baseball player who has a beautiful wife and yet his lust knows no bounds. He spends his nights in strip clubs in the private lounges where there aren’t any witnesses…
Evaline Edwards has recently won an Academy Award, for get this: playing a nun. But she is still number two to her envied rival, Betty Burns. She is staying in a penthouse suite…alone.
George Gallagher. What can be said about FORBES magazine’s sexiest and youngest billionaire? Oh, that’s right…he is a bit of a glutton.
Sabrina Saxton the porn star turned PETA advocate. Sabrina, now retired at the ripe old age of 30 has become lazy and developed a bit of a drug addiction. If she were to OD, it would rather cliché and un-suspicious…
I am Michael, and I do the Lord’s work.
Greed
Standing at five feet nine inches wearing a black pant suit with a white shirt is Gaby Gutierrez. She has light brown skin as is common in most Latina-women, with black hair and eyes a rather flat stomach and a high and firm butt she is slightly overweight, but she carries it mostly on her breasts Gaby is a politician with great ambitions and a greater heart. She pushed for better school funding, approved a zero-tolerance gun plan, cut the crime rate in half and is a shoe-in for a seat at the senate. She would be running for president (and would probably win) but at her current thirty years of age she is much too young. Her youth gives her ambition, the go out there and win at all costs attitude has gotten her to the point where she is now. Along the way in her career her need to win, her greed some say, she has developed a gambling problem. Standing over the craps table at the MGM Grand hotel at Las Vegas, Gaby looks like another sucker of the Las Vegas machine. She rolls the dice and makes her bets and she pretends to be listening to her personal bodyguard as he goes over her schedule.
“…Go to the Adams/Rodriguez fight at 8…press conference at 9…manicure in the morning…Are you even listening?” Standing at an even 6 feet tall and 200 pounds of solid muscle, the ex-marine James “Jimmy” Smith is rather handsome if you can look past the eye patch a result of his prestigious and mysterious military career. When asked about it all he says is to never trust anyone named after a cartoon character. “Yeah, yeah Jimmy I heard you…come on nine!” Rolling his remaining cold blue eye towards the oncoming waiter he says, “Your drink is here Gabs” She takes her drink from the tray the middle aged waiter in the ill-fitting suit brought “Whoa! Sorry, here’s your tip man” she tosses him a $100 chip and he catches it looking at the thing in his palm as if it will bite him and walks away. Gaby drinks her beverage in one long sip and continues her game for another twenty minutes, when she gets this funny feeling. “Jimmy would you be a doll and cash me out as I head up to the ladies’ room?” she rushes off. “Hey wait up!” but she is long gone.
As the elevator reaches her penthouse floor Gaby rushes out the doors towards the bathroom throwing her suit jacket and kicking her pants off along the way. She reaches the toilet, it’s gonna be close! She thinks as she pulls down her red lace panties. “Made it!” she sighs relieved. She finishes her business and heads towards the sink washing her hands, completely ignoring a middle aged waiter in an ill fitting suit coming out of the tub with a piano wire in hand. She looks up but Michael is upon her like a panther. He wraps the wire around her neck and tightens. Gaby can’t scream but she thrashes about kicking and clawing at the air trying to hit her assailant. Her eyes are like those of a cornered animal, Michael’s are calm cool and calculating. Her struggling begins to subside, her eyes get heavier and her gasps for air grow fainter by the second. She goes limp in the killer’s grip, he holds on for ten more seconds and he drops her. Michael exits, heading for the stairs and he smirks as he sees the elevator doors open revealing Smith, “Eyes open Private!” he shouts, Jimmy quickly looks up but Michael is gone. Gaby’s startled bodyguard enters the room and knocks on the bathroom door, “You fall in? Cuz I really want these chips ha ha” Jimmy knocks again and opens the door to see his half naked employer on the floor, he drops the chips.
He runs in and kneels next to Gaby’s body. He rolls her onto her back and he shakes her by the shoulder, “Gaby are you okay? Gaby?!” Jimmy tilts her head back opening her airway and places his ear trying to feel a breath, nothing. He makes a tight seal over her mouth with his own and breathes into her. Her chest rises, straining against her white shirt and falls, he breathes into her again finally noticing that the breaths aren’t going in right. Jimmy gets onto his knees and grabs at the top of her shirt and rips it open, Gaby’s breasts jiggle in her red lace bra as he does so. Jimmy places his ear on her supple chest and doesn’t feel a heart beat, “Dammit!”, he places his hands in the middle of her breasts lacing his fingers together and administers compressions “1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and 5 and 6 and 7 and 8 and 9 and 10 11 and 12 and 13 and 14 and 15 and 16 and 17 and 18 and 19 and 20 21 and 22 and 23 and 24 and 25 and 26 and 27 and 28 and 29 and 30!” James Smith shouts “Come on Gaby, breathe!” He places his mouth on hers again and breathes deeply into her lungs, her chest heaves upwards then falls, he breathes into her again and again her breasts push against her bra only to fall again. He is straddling her well shaped hips now, and he resumes chest compressions “1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and 5 and 6 and 7 and 8 and 9 and 10 11 and 12 and 13 and 14 and 15 and 16 and 17 and 18 and 19 and 20 21 and 22 and 23 and 24 4and 25 and 26 and 27 and 28 and 29 and 30!!” Gaby’s head lolls with each compression that Jimmy’s strong arms are giving. He leans over her oxygen starved body once more as he pinches her nose shut with thumb and forefinger, and he breathes into her feeling her breasts push up against his chest. He breathes for her again. Her cheeks puff up and her chest rises and falls, nothing. James Smith screams at the sky and slams his fist on Gaby’s chest, her body shudders with the blow. Gaby Gutierrez or “Greedy Gaby” as her rivals call her…is dead.
Anger
“E! News- Former Adult film star Sabrina Saxton canceled her book signing…” CLICK “CNN-Bodyguard killed senator hopeful, gunned down by police…” CLICK “ESPN-Ricardo Rodriguez has made another statement against his opponent, current heavyweight champion Alexander Adams, saying that he hopes Adams took his ‘shots’ so he can at least last one round…” CLICK…CRASH! The remote control smashed into the big-flat screen TV.
22 year old Alexander Adams rose to his six feet five inches glory, and he let loose a yell that would send the bravest of men running. He shook his fist at the now destroyed television screen promising that little faggot ass wetback an ass-kicking for the ages. But that wasn’t enough for Alex, no, not even a little. He turned his bull neck left and right looking for something to destroy. He walked over to the liquor cabinet hoping to calm down, but along the way he stubbed his bare toe against the room service cart that was brought in a half hour ago with some shitty tasting soup. He grabbed at the sides of the cart with his massive black hands lifting it over his head and with a good shake of his well developed arms; he flung it into the kitchen of his Las Vegas suite. Satisfied with the crash he began to breathe easier. His heartbeat returned to normal and then his girlfriend walked in. “Hey baby you really gotta listen to this new song I got on my iPod…what happened to the room?” Alex turned his bare and toned torso towards her “Oops”
“What do you mean ‘oops’?!” Betty Burns shrieked. The rather young heavy weight boxing champion strode over to his movie star girlfriend towering over her five feet six inch frame.“You know you’re kinda cute when you’re mad…” and he scooped her up into his arms, heading towards the bedroom.
When he awoke he rolled to Betty’s, now empty, side of the bed and mumbled “Probably out smoking in the ‘cuzzi…knew I shouldn’t have gotten her that damn iPod.” He got out of bed, put on some dark blue pajama bottoms and strutted over to the balcony…until he hit his nose on the near-invisible sliding door. Mad, he rapped his knuckles on the glass for about a minute until Hollywood Temptress Betty Burns finally turned around. She got halfway out of the Jacuzzi and with a cigarette in hand waved. Alex told her that he didn’t like her smoking habit, but she kept right on smoking anyway. This time he didn’t care because she looked phenomenal in her pink bush up bikini bra accentuating her natural C-cup breasts, his eyes kept gazing down towards her impossibly flat stomach which bore a tattoo around her belly button, ALEX it said, he kept looking down towards her traffic stopping legs when she turned around showing him her big tight ass that was in a matching pink thong. Not bad for a white girl, he thought. He hurried towards the fridge in search of whipped cream. The search proved futile and he closed the jumbo fridge door, revealing Michael.
“How was the soup?” the middle aged psychopath asked. Alex shrugged and threw a punch; Michael dodged it with ease and threw one of his own hitting Alex in his left side and another on his chest and finally a third across his jaw. Alex wiped at the blood on his lip and said “Not bad…old man” and the fight was on. It ensued for about five minutes until it was Michael who lay on the floor mumbling something. “What’s that old man? Want me to call you an ambulance? ” Alex taunted, heading over to make sure to make sure Betty was ok. And wouldn’t you know it; she didn’t hear a thing that was going on! “Yes,” Michael said through measured breaths, now standing up “Preferebly in the next, oh, five seconds.” Alex turned, confused. When all of a sudden his heart rate dropped and he was on his knees clutching at his bare chest, trying to dial the phone in hand. Michael calmly walked over, took it and threw it in the toilet as he exited the suite. Moments later, a soaking wet Betty walks in.
“Baby? Baby? You playing hide and seek?” she asked mischievously tip toeing deeper into the room until she came upon Alex on the floor. She knelt down beside him and tapped on his shoulder, “Hey stop messing around…Alex? Alex!” A bikini clad Betty rolled her boyfriend onto his back and placed her ear onto his massively strong chest feeling for a heartbeat, nothing. Betty brushed her hair out of the way as she got herself into position, finding her mark in between his nipples, placing her dainty hands on top of his sternum and thrusted down. “One…Dammit!” Betty stared at her broken nail, realizing that Alex worked out too damn much. She found her mark again and put in all of her strength into the chest compressions, “Ok…one and two and three and four and five and six and seven and eight and nine and ten and eleven and twelve and thirteen and fourteen and fifteen and sixteen and seventeen and eighteen and nineteen and twenty and twenty one and twenty two and twenty three and twenty four and twenty five and twenty six and twenty seven and twenty eight and twenty nine and thirty!” Betty’s compressions were strong, swift, well paced and the perfect two inch depth. “Come on, Alex” she said as she tilted his chin back and opened his mouth “Come on, baby” she said as she took a deep breath and sealed her full lips over his and breathed into him. Through her peripheral vision she noticed his chest rise and fall with her breaths. “That’s right, baby…breathe!” she whispered as she gave him another breath watching his chest rise and fall. Betty placed her ear on his chest again, nothing.
“Fuck! Ok, come on baby… one and two and three and four and five and six and seven and eight and nine and ten and eleven and twelve and thirteen and fourteen and fifteen and sixteen and seventeen and eighteen and nineteen and twenty and twenty one and twenty two and twenty three and twenty four and twenty five and twenty six and twenty seven and twenty eight and twenty nine and thirty!” she yelled as she administered chest compressions. “Alex, breathe!” Betty screamed as she clamped her mouth onto Alex’s and breathed into him. His chest rose and fell perfectly still. Betty lost it. She raised her small fist and brought it down onto his strong chest, barely causing a reaction. “DAMMIT!” She laced her fingers together and raised her hands over her head and brought them down savagely onto the center of his chest. “DON’T!” Betty slammed his chest again, causing his body to slightly shudder with the blow. “DIE!”
When the paramedics finally arrived, they came to take a hysterical Betty Burns to the hospital, for ‘Angry Alex’ Adams was dead.
