“Yeah so I would like to confess to all of these” he placed the box on the desk in front of the duty Sargent who seemed visibly confused.

“You want to confess to all of these…” he said pointing to the box. The man nodded and the Sargent moved the box towards him. He gingerly opened the lid peering inside.

“Fake IDs?” The Sargent ventured.

“Oh no. Each one is a missing person I think you will find. Well… a person I murdered that you won’t find is probably more to the point” the man couldn’t help but smile. He had always prided himself on being several steps ahead of the authorities.

“Johnson, Malloy, Williams front desk now!” The Sargent barked into his call button.

The three officers piled out of the station doors weapons at the ready. The man slowly raised his hands, a wry smile on his face. Swiftly the officers secured him barking orders and patting him down. They tugged at the ceremonial dagger in his waist belt until it came loose screaming “knife!” As they pushed his face into the hard floor. Still he smiled.

It was about half an hour before they brought him into an interrogation room. They came with water and food. It was a portly detective who came in first followed by an attractive young woman.

“Well hey there friend sorry you got a rough welcome…” he started trying to sound friendly.

“Please read me my rights. I waive my right to a lawyer and wish to make a full confession” the man said evenly just as he had practiced.

The man sat bolt upright. The woman lent in. “Ok I’ll do that.” She said rattling his rights off in a well practiced manner. “Do you understand your rights as I have explained them to you?” She said finally.

“Yes thank you” he purred “I wish the confess to the murders of all of the people whose IDs could be found in the box I gave the Sargent earlier. With each of the IDs is a note that contains the details of the murder and the location of what remains of the victim. I am of sane mind and contained in the box are the psychiatric records from my last 10 years of visits to three different and simultaneous psychiatric doctors that I have been seeing who will verify that fact. I have also take the liberty of including as much evidence as practicality possible for you to convict me of this crime. I expect and want no mercy.”

The woman now sat back as well. Both the detectives got up and walked out of the room without speaking.

Later in his cell the man could hear the clamour of the media and the arrival of the other agencies outside. This was the biggest case that had broken in their history and they had literary done nothing other than read him his rights and put him in jail. The addict in the cell next to him was beginning to go through withdrawals. “Yo man, you holding?” The desperation in his voice was obvious “like anything man? They shoulda given me something by now…”

The man just closed his eyes and smiled.

“junkie”

“What?!? I can’t I’m locked up!?! They took my dagger!” He pleaded

“junkie” they whispered again more forcefully

“They caught me! I’m in solitary I can’t DO anything!” He begged

“junkie” less of a whisper this time

His hand spasmed and began to elongate causing him extreme pain. He cried out as his hand morphed into a sharp point of flesh and bone.

Suddenly his body felt as if being pressed between two stone columns. Flattened. He cried out again. “What are you doing to me?!?”

“blessings” the whispers came back

“Yo are you ok there man?” The junkie called out.

“junkie” insisted the voice.

There was no doubt what he had to do. Less he be further blessed. He slipped between the bars of the cell easily in his new form. His spike like hand at the ready as he moved into the cell next door.