The cops stared at the massive human being who was simply standing at the window on the left side of the bed. He had the curtain slightly draped back and it appeared he was just staring down at the other officers who had surrounded the place in case he tried to make a getaway. Both detectives were still sweating. They couldn't believe the poise this man had. Here they were about to arrest him and he's standing there like it's a normal thing. Well, I guess anything could be normal for this guy.

Bryant was the first to speak up, "This is the police!"

The monster barely even moved a muscle and didn't even turn to look at them, "I've been waiting! What took you so long?" His voice was low but deep almost like he was forcing it.

Shocked at his composure, Bryant confronted him, "Turn around slowly with your hands in the air!"

The words he had been waiting to hear rung in his head. He stepped back, letting the curtains fall back in his face. He slowly turned around and raised his arms half way in the air. He looked almost exactly like Jeff had described to him. It was amazing to him. The calmness of this man like he knew he had finished his career and it was now time to retire. The swat team was the first to take a few cautious steps towards him with their assault rifles aimed at his head.

"So you're the man we've been looking for?" Bryant asked, trying to act like he wasn't impressed. The monster though was stunningly silent. Bryant gave his partner a strange look. He didn't know what to think or do so he asked a different question.

"Do you wish to speak to a lawyer first before answering questions from us?"

The eerie silence was beginning to worry the detectives. What surprises does have left for them? Hasn't he went through them all yet? Two other officers went behind the beasts back. One of them grabbed his right forearm and brought it down around to his back and placed handcuffs on it. As he was repeating the same motion with his other arm, Bryant decided to try one more time to ask him something.

"What's the matter, Mr. Executioner?" He asked, seemingly to mock him. "Has the cat got your tongue?" Ridder looked at him like he was crazy as if he was saying don't provoke the man to attempt to add them to his list of trophies.

Bryant was smart enough though to have his legs also cuffed as an extra measure for their safety.

"Mr. Jeff Matthews!" Bryant responded with very little surprise, "This was all you?" His tone changed to very unimpressed.

"Where's your friends at now?" Ridder chimed in.

"You put on quite a show these last several months!" Bryant added, "Now the shows over!" When he continued to remain silent, Bryant had enough and proceeded to read him his Miranda Rights, "Jeff Matthews, you are under arrest for the murder of your three friends, David, Jennifer, and Mark, Mayor Gianni, Father Joe, Judge Roberts, Captain Howard, and your parents, Bob and Mary Matthews. You have the right to remain silent!"

"Like he hasn't been quiet already!" Ridder exclaimed.

Bryant shot a little dirty look at him, "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law! You have the right to an attorney present during questioning! If you cannot afford one, one will be provided for you! Do you understand your rights?" Bryant questioned and Jeff shook his head that he did but still kept up with the awkward silence. Bryant nodded and they took him down the steps and started to escort him out of the house.

By this time, word had gotten around town that the police were at the Matthews house. The neighbors heard the sirens and saw everything that was going on and called the news station immediately. Police were having a tough time fighting off the crowd and trying to keep them behind the police caution tape. As soon as they saw the police and the man in black being escorted behind them, they started making a lot of commotion. Questions rapidly shot out of their mouths like a machine gun.

"How did you know he would come here?" One reported asked, holding out a microphone.

"Why didn't you figure this out sooner?" Another asked.

"Was the Matthews family also murdered?" Yet another one shouted out.

"Who is he really?" Another young woman with blondish red hair squawked.

Bryant stopped in the middle of his tracks, "Hold up!" He commanded the officers who had a hold of the monster.

"You know what?" He looked directly at the reporter who asked, "I don't know yet!" He walked up to Ex, "I think it's time we see who the man behind the iron mask is?" He looked in his eyes and saw no emotion, "Don't you?"He asked him.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly as his left hand crept up towards the top of his skull. He grabbed the top of his black ski mask. Gently, inch by inch, his white face began to show until the mask was completely off. Everybody was a little bit surprise to see it was not Detective Stevens. Indeed it turned out though that one of their hunches was right. The monster behind the mask was none other than, Jeff Matthews. They still were amazed be it so. The audience was even stunned to see it was the son of a well respected man in the community. Bryant thought quickly and motioned for them to get him out of here as fast as they could.

As they walked to the police car, more questions broke the silence, "Why did you do it?" One asked.

"Was it to finish the job?" Another asked.

"How many others were involved?" Another man barked.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" A woman, who stood in the back at the far left, screamed out.

Jeff forced the police to stop and he turned to the cameras. With bone chilling words, he said, "It's not over!"

The detectives took it as they still had to build their case and present it to the District Attorney and wait for it to go to trial. They shrugged it off as the questions kept coming. They pushed his head down and forced him in the back of the cop car and than got in and drove off into the distance. The media rushed into their own vehicles and were in hot pursuit of the killer.

Once the police got everything situated, Jeff in a holding cell and the paper work filed, both detectives sat down at their desks, breathing sighs of relief. It almost all over. All they needed was to get through the trial and make sure he goes to jail for the rest of his pitiful life. The media was having a field day with it. Every channel interrupted their normal programs to break the good news to the world.

"We're sorry to interrupt your normally scheduled program but we have huge news to bring to you." The middle-aged woman broke through.

"Just a few moments ago, police have finally arrested the serial killer who is said to be responsible for the recent murders of prominent members of our community. Reporting live at the police barracks is, Maria Sanchez! Maria!"

The camera's went from the studio to a live location where a beautiful young brunette stood with the microphone in her hand. "Thanks guys!" she said, enthusiastic that she got to broadcast such an event that would go down in history. "I'm standing outside the police station where the police have taken him into custody. Reports coming in say that the killer is the son of Mr. and Mrs. Bob Matthews. The killer's name is Jeff Matthews! The lead detectives aren't giving any comments at this time. No reasons were given for why he murdered innocent people! As we get more on this story, you'll be the first to know! Back to you!"

A couple days had passed by and the media was still not over it. Every talk show host, every news station and every commentator had something to say about it. In the dark house, even the rest of the monster's crew were watching. They wanted to know what was being said. They even knew this was going down in history and would be talked about for years. No one would ever forget what had happened, the blood that was spilled, the bodies that were tossed away like garbage and the innocents that have been murdered.

"Welcome back to the program! The commentator announced from a popular talk show that most enjoyed listening to. "We're here with twenty year prosecutor, George Brothers and defense analyst, Cory Robinson!"

"Hi!" They both exchanged gratitude.

"Why would Jeff use his right to go straight to trial without a hearing and a speedy one at that?" The host asked his guests, getting right to business because even his curiosity was piqued.

"As we've seen from the crime scenes, we really don't know what's going through his mind," Cory explained, still baffled to this day by such behavior.

A week had gone by and the trial was already set to begin. The courtroom was packed full to the point where it was even hard to breathe. Tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. There was nowhere else to sit in the twenty four row room that people had to stand up in the back of the room. The sides of the benches were reserved for the camera's and media personnel. Security surrounded the front and four stood in the back with more standing outside. Once everyone was situated where they needed to be, the bailiff stepped up.

"Court is now in session! All rise for the honorable, Judge Garcia presiding!" The large black male commanded.

A woman in her mid-thirties approached the bench in a long black robe. She sat down in the chair and sorted through some papers. "Thank you, you may all be seated!" She told them in the nicest tone you would ever hear. "Let's get started, shall we?" She looked up at the District Attorney. "The prosecution may start with their opening statement!"

The lead prosecutor got up from his comfortable leather chair and walked over to the twelve jurors. As he was speaking, a man dressed in a UPS uniform walked in and made a beeline for the front desk at one of the shows updating the trial. He had an orange envelope in his hand underneath a device used for electronic signatures. He talked to the young secretary behind the desk, got her signature and left the package with her.

The prosecutor's next witness was the head forensic examiner. Piece by piece, they went through all the evidence she had examined. The tools that were used, the way they were killed. No details were left untouched. This was a mystery they wanted to solve. This was a case they wanted to crack, a puzzle that they wanted to find the pieces for.

"Hold on a second!" The announcer interrupted George. "Sorry to cut you off, but I'm getting word we've received a package!" The young woman came onto the set and handed him the envelope. The older host opened it up and it was a CD that was labeled Play On Air. At first he was confused and didn't know what to do.

Jeff, in the courtroom, sat in his chair nonchalantly like he wasn't even there. It didn't seem to bother him at all. His mind seemed like it wasn't on the trial. His body was there but his thoughts seem to be else where. Once in a blue moon, he would glance at the witness on the stand. He would give them what wasn't a dirty look but a strange look, one that you would not know what to make of. One that said, do what it takes to put me away.

Meanwhile, the host of the show shrugged his shoulders and decided to humor the person who sent it and play it. The CD started off with some kind of Catholic tone and soon turned into a type of chanting. This was being broadcast to people all over who were watching the trial. The looks were mixed. They came off as shock, confusion, surprise and troubled. They didn't know if they should let it play or not but curiosity got the best of them.

Bryant was the next one on the witness stand and he was pointing to a diagram of Matthews house. He gave solid answers and it seemed he was well prepared for this day when it came. He was also taken through the basement and explained the procedures and what happened the day of Jeff's arrest. The young boy watched his every movement. Every word that came from his lips, Matthews was intent on listening as if awaiting for him to say something specific.

Finally a voice spoke, shattering through the televisions, "Welcome!" The deep and dark voice came across. It was the kind of voice that would send shivers down your spine, one that would make you go pale from hearing in the dark while you are alone. "If you're listening to this CD right now, you're watching my trial as it progresses!" The male's voice was so deep. It commanded your utmost attention. It was filled with authority like he was bigger than this world.

Witness after witness, the prosecution continued building a near airtight case against Jeff Matthews. As hard as the defense tried, they couldn't break any of the witnesses. The attorneys were getting frustrated but Jeff, on the other hand, was sitting there as if everything was going his way. When in reality, he was getting destroyed in the courtroom.

"You're probably curious as to what you're listening to. Well I'll tell you! You're listening to the killer, himself! This recording was done specifically for this day and for this time period. I'm here on this day to let you all in on a little secret!"

"Call the police!" The defense analyst, Cory, shouted out of nowhere.

"Yes, call the detectives! They too need to hear this! They need to hear what I am about to say!" It was eerie how the person seemed to know exactly what they were going to say and when they were going to say it.

Jeff was the final one to take the stand. He raised his right hand and placed his left hand on the Bible as he swore to speak the truth. The defense did a horrible job at attempting to make him look innocent and make it look like he was framed. The prosecution saw through it and tore him apart. The look was frustrating and exasperated.

"Did you really think you won?" The voice spoke with such a commanding tone. The eerie feeling you get when something is not right filled houses, rooms and studios. Every person was chilled to the bone. The hairs on their arms stood at attention. "Reality is you haven't! This will be remembered for years to come. Every word spoken, every expressed emotion, every drop of blood spilled and every fallen body!

The defense attorney stood up and made his way over to face the jury. He started using his hands, moving them around as his words that he spoke were half baked. His facial expressions showed no enthusiasm. Once in a while he would turn to his client and point but that was it. It was as if he did not want to represent Jeff at all. The eyes of the jury were locked on Jeff the entire time. The defense attorney delivered the rest of his closing argument with little passion then sat back down.

"This will go down in history! I will be remembered amongst the most notorious murderers this nation has ever seen. Scratch that, the most notorious this world has ever known!"

The detectives entered the room and Bryant was the first to speak, "What the heck is going on?" He asked panicking. He looked around and the eyes of fear and confusion stared back at him. Jaws were dropped to the floor.

"Did you think this was over, Detectives!" The police nearly died of shock. They couldn't believe the voice they were hearing. Was it Jeff speaking or someone else? As they recall, Jeff did not sound like this at all. They looked at the screen that was reviewing the trial.

The twelve jury members came back in and sat down in silence. "Just when you thought you had it all figured out!" the commanding voice said with a smirk in their tone.

"Has the jury reached a verdict?" Judge Garcia asked.

"Just when you thought everything would be okay!" The words of the monster were like needles piercing into their hearts that beat faster with every word. Pulses skyrocketed and fear was so tangible you could touch it.

"We, the jury, find the defendant, Jeffery K. Matthews..."

"Just when you thought when the words..."

"Guilty! Guilty!" The foreman and the monster on the tape spoke at very same time.

"Were spoken, you thought this would be the end of us?" he continued. Everyone was in complete shock and horror at the fact that this monster knew when everything was going on and recorded the CD perfectly as if he had planned it all out.

Judge Garcia spoke a few more words and slammed her gavel down, signaling court was no longer in session. Security came and escorted Mr. Matthews out of the courthouse in handcuffs and transported him to the state penitentiary where he would carry out his sentence.

"Rest assure! The games are not over! On the contrary, the game has only just begun!"

They took Jeff in and registered him with the secretaries. They handed him his new clothes, removed the cuffs and he went into a room and changed with no emotion. They cuffed him back up when he returned and led him down the hallway to his cell. His expression stayed the same. Blank and straight ahead. His head nor his eyes moved. He had a security guard on each arm, guiding him on the first day of the rest of his life.

"We are everywhere! Everywhere you turn, we could be there and you wouldn't know it!"

Jeff looked around at the gawking eyes. They were filled with fear and terror. For the first time in Jeff's life, he felt real respect and wallowed in the sensation.

"Be aware! This will not be the last time that you hear from us!"

They brought Matthews to his jail cell and opened it up.

"Mark, Chapter Five Verse Nine, 'Then Jesus asked the demon, 'What is your name?' and he replied, 'My name is Legion!'"

Jeff turned towards the guards.

"For we are many!" And Jeff winked.