The Opposite of Evil
You’ve secured the scene?
And taken statements?
Good. So tell me, officer, what is the opposite of evil?
What is the opposite of this man, this family, these friends? These men and women raped and ate flesh. What’s the opposite of them?
I…that’s an odd question, sir.
And the answer?
Well, good, I suppose.
This was a household that preyed on people…that seduced, tortured, killed, cooked and picnicked with innocents as guests of honor. Incestuous, muderous flesh-eaters that kept coolers full of corpses suddenly exposed? Someone must have felt some…tribal guilt. Otherwise they might not have cut the eyes out of our…suspects.
Perhaps someone did us a favor, sir. Someone who knew but couldn’t prove what was done decided to…
Family searches for family because hope drives them. They rescue before they kill. This was just more of the same turned inward. That doesn’t make them angels, officer. Whoever killed these killers is just a more benign form of devil.
I suppose, sir…but, doesn’t it seem ironic? I mean, a family of killers responsible for so many deaths and disappearances killed the same way?
Like karma? Like an afterlife?
I’m not convinced heaven is real, but I’m certain hell must have lived here. Like a foreign dignitary practicing animal diplomacy. They knew the language well.
But they’re all dead sir. Only one survivor lived long enough to speak. So even if you haven’t won the right to see them stand trial, you haven’t lost either.
Two members of ‘Lord Father Dad’s’ troop aren’t accounted for, according to that witness. Two blood relatives. Killed by your own kin? That would be ironic…
Now, officer, I want to know where those two have gone. Specifics, please…
Because I don’t believe this disease is finished.