The Angel's Silence 24

The girl appeared to be 16 years of age, and was dressed in a long brown coat with white around the sleeves and collar, and was tied around the waist.

John asked her to follow him.

He lead her back to his desk.

She sat directly across from John, who offered her something to drink, but she declined.

She kept looking over her shoulder the whole time. This made John suspicious.

“So… What is your name?”
Asked John

“Never mind that. It is not important, but what I have to say about the VPK is.”
Answered the unnamed girl

“All right. What is it that you know about the VPK?”
Asked John

The unnamed girl stared at the floor throughout the conversation.

Her breathing was shallow, and she was trembling.

"I was almost one of his victims."

John took a deep breath in, and pushed himself further back in his chair.

"I was on my way home from a party.

It was dark, but I noticed an even darker figure following me.

I had a few drinks, and assumed I was seeing things.

He began following me closer and closer.

I got scared and started to run, but he ran faster.

He caught me, put a rag with chloroform over my face, and everything went black.

The next thing I know, I am tied to this small bed.

All of my clothes had been removed, but I was covered by a sheet.

There was a blindfold over my eyes.

I could hear a voice close by saying, 'Don’t worry, sweetheart. It will all be over soon.'

I felt a sharp instrument gliding across my stomach, and then instant pain. He poured something over the cuts, which only made them hurt worse. He then began to glide the sharp instrument over my arms, legs and face."

At that moment, the unnamed girl brushed her hair away from her face with her right hand, and revealed a long cut that was five to six inches long, starting from her right ear and stopping almost at her mouth. She then pulled up the sleeves and revealed cuts up and down her arm. They were deep and also five to six inches in length. They also appeared to be quite a bit of scarring on her arms, but not from the cuts. They were in a circler pattern.

She continued…

“He kept pouring the liquid all over me. It made my skin feels as though it was completely on fire. It had a very strong smell.

Some time later, he removed the blindfold. I couldn’t turn my head because it, along with the rest of my body was held down by restraints.

In front of me, I could see a large iron door. The room looked like a dungeon. It was very dark. The only light I could see was from two candles on a small wooden table. He kept walking back and fourth whispering to himself in Bulgarian.”

“Could you understand any of what he was saying?”
Asked John

“Not that much. Only a few words, but I don’t think they were significant.”

“Anything at all that you can tell us is significant.”
Said John

“He said something about the sky almost being ready to give birth to a new star. He said a lot more, but that is all I could understand. I now wish I would have paid more attention to my father’s Bulgarian lessons when I was a child.”

“What happened next?”
Asked John, while writing everything she said down

“He got a razor blade, cut his wrist, and dripped the blood all down my body.

All I kept thinking was he was probably full of diseases, and he had now passed them onto me because I had open cuts all over. He continued whispering to himself, and then starting humming this hymn that I learned in church as a child. He injected me with something, and that’s the last I remember. I awoke on wet grass somewhere near here. I didn’t remember anything that had happened until several days later.”

“When did you say this took place?”
Asked John

“Nine days ago.”
Answered the girl

"Can you give me a description of him?"

"No.

I barely got a look at him.

It was so dark.

I know he was tall.

That's it!"

“What makes you so sure this was the VPK? It doesn’t sound like something he would do; let a potential victim go?”

"It was him without a doubt.

He played me tapes of himself torturing these people that I had seen on the news.

He claimed that he was going to do that to me."

"Can you remember anything else?"

The girl looked as though she was going to say something, but immediately stopped herself.

"Please, if there is anything else at all, you need to tell me.

You can help prevent this from happening to someone else."

"No one can stop him."

Said the girl who was desperately trying to hold back the tears.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing."

The girl got up, and quickly made her way out of the police station.

John tried to stop her.

"Where can I reach you?"

The girl looked back at him, and turned away.

John ran after her, but a car drove past him, nearly hitting him.

By the time it was gone, so was the girl.

(To Be Continued)