Lost Souls by Chris Merritt

Author:Chris Merritt [Merritt, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781800193314
Publisher: Bookouture
Published: 2021-02-08T16:00:00+00:00

Forty-Eight

CKK, the Church Kid Killer. That’s what they were calling him. The media coverage of his angels was getting more intense by the day – especially after Charley – but he’d done his best to keep up with it. And he didn’t like what he’d read.

Only some journalists and commentators were remotely close to understanding what this was about, noting that it was probably these children’s risky, unstable lives that had led to their deaths. The majority were expressing outrage and disgust towards him, using words like beast and monster to describe him. They hadn’t got it at all.

He couldn’t believe it. The power and complexity of what he was doing had been completely lost, and the press had just reduced his whole crusade to three words. Or, when they couldn’t even be bothered to write those words, to three letters. Seeing that, it was his turn to be outraged and disgusted.

They’d made it all about him, calling him a serial killer, insane, unhinged, and worse. One tabloid paper had even compared him to Freddy Krueger, with an image of the horror movie villain for good measure. It was insulting. But he couldn’t blame the media. It was the police’s fault.

Nowhere in the press coverage had he read about the prayer pose, the Bible verses, the way he’d taken care of Donovan and Charley as their spirits soared away from this world. All it said was that two murdered children had been found in churches. There was speculation as to the significance of that, but the nearest it came was the further insult of calling him a religious maniac or nutter. And he certainly wasn’t that.

He could remember very clearly when faith had come into his life. It was after he’d been placed in ‘care’ with the man who lived on his own and read the Bible at home. The same man who gave him heroin, and would come into his room at night. This man had taken him to church every Sunday. And that was where he discovered the message.

He recalled the first time he walked into the building. There was something about the still air, the high ceilings, the candlelight and the hushed tones that put him, for once, at ease. As the man guided him to a pew and sat him down, he no longer felt like he needed to run or fight. But the best was yet to come.

He recalled the vicar in his long robes and white collar preaching in a deep, educated voice. The sort of voice that immediately gave you confidence that this person knew what they were talking about, that they were right. And his message was clear.

Children are innocent. It’s the adults who corrupt them, who bring sin into their lives. And God knows this. So, if a child dies, he or she goes straight to heaven.

When he heard that, he thought for a while about sending himself there… but then he realised that he might be able to do so much more with his life if he could help others.

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