Frailty Page #5

To accept God's will.

A week?

I can't stay

-in here that long.

-I'll pray for you.

Adam?

Adam? Adam?

The days came and went.

I counted them by the light through

the hatch door and Adam's visits.

I only slept when

I passed out from exhaustion.

What about your dad?

Didn't he ever come back

To at least check on you?

On the seventh day.

Has God spoken to you yet?

There is no God.

I lost count of the days

after that. It felt like weeks.

I finally went beyond fear

into total insanity.

I saw God.

He had finally

sent me a vision.

It was then that I understood my

destiny just like Dad said I would.

Dad! Fenton's not answering!

Fenton? Fenton?

Fenton!

Fenton.

What? Come on, kiddo.

Give me that water.

Easy, boy.

Easy. Easy.

Here you go, kiddo.

Here you go, buddy.

Dad?

I saw God!

Just try to take a little sip.

Slow down there. Don't want to eat

too fast, you'll make yourself sick.

So did God

tell you about the demons?

Sorry I ever doubted you.

I'm sorry too, son.

What did God look like?

-Kind of hard to describe.

-Was He big?

Adam,

let your brother eat in peace.

He can't explain something

-like that.

-But I want to know.

-Then maybe you should pray for it.

-It's not fair.

All I've ever seen are demons,

and he gets to see God.

That's right. But look at

the price he paid.

That's all behind us now.

It's a new day.

Isn't it, Fenton?

So we gonna go

get us a demon now?

After a while.

When Fenton's ready.

A week later I was ready.

My first demon was to be

Brad White from Dallas.

-There it is.

-I see it.

You're sure

you're ready for this?

Yes, sir.

I bought these for you. You'll need

them now that God has spoken to you.

-All right, let's go.

-I want to go too, Dad.

Not this time, Adam. You stay

here and keep your eyes peeled.

Don't worry.

Your time will come.

Let's go.

-Sorry to bother you but...

-Yeah?

My mom and I, we got

a flat on our van.

-Yeah.

-Well, I was wondering if you had

a tire iron. We went off

and left ours at home.

Hey, pal, what's

with the gloves?

Oh, to change the tire.

-Don't want to get your hands dirty?

-Yeah.

Brad, who is it?

Mind your business,

you f***ing b*tch!

Goddamn women.

Yeah, I think

I got one for you.

-Out back.

-Great.

Back here.

Let's see.

Here it is.

Sh*t!

Grab his legs.

Brad White?

You know, Fenton,

I've been waiting for this moment

ever since all this started.

I'm ready to fulfill

my destiny.

I'm proud of you, son.

F*** you!

You f***!

Get your f***ing hands away!

Get the f*** off!

Destroy him!

Dad!

Dad, no, no, no!

No!

I buried him

in the rose garden.

We went to the sheriff's

office a week later

and told them

that Dad just didn't

come home one day.

They filed a missing persons

but they didn't find anything.

After a while they sent us

to separate orphanages.

So,

nobody ever knew

about any of this?

No.

Not until now.

What about Adam?

He didn't tell anybody?

Mind if we just sit here? I don't

much feel like talking anymore.

Tell me more about that promise

you made to your brother.

It was later on that night.

Adam?

If you ever destroy me,

promise me you'll bury me here.

I promise to God

I'll bury you here.

I don't get it.

He promised you that

he'd bury you here?

Yeah.

If he killed you.

No, not killed. Destroyed.

Don't make any sense.

Yes, it does.

If that man standing

in front of you is Adam Meiks.

So you killed all those people.

No. No, I told you before, I've

never killed anyone in my life.

Fenton was the killer.

Just stop the bullshit

and tell me the truth.

You'll understand soon.

Just let me show you

where I buried Fenton.

Hold it.

You take it real slow.

That's it.

This is the spot.

There's too many graves here.

There's only six victims.

Fenton didn't bury

his victims here.

He kept them as trophies

in his basement.

This is where I put demons.

You thought

your brother was a demon?

He was.

That's why he couldn't

see the truth.

Dad knew it too.

He just couldn't accept it.

You see, God asked Dad

To destroy his son,

much like He asked Abraham

to sacrifice his son Isaac.

But Dad couldn't do it.

And God didn't take pity

on Dad like He did Abraham.

So He handed down

The duty to me.

Fenton knew I'd come. That's why

he left those notes to lure me in.

I guess he figured when the killings

made the news that I'd come for him.

But I had to wait

till God put him on my list.

To come before that

would have been murder.

Adam?

Jesus Christ, you really

do believe all this stuff.

I've always believed.

That's all lies, Adam.

No, it's not. I see it

when he touches them.

You're just crazy as hell.

Fenton or Adam

or whatever your damn name is.

I don't really give a f***.

All I need to know right now

is you're a murdering

son of a b*tch.

And I got you.

Maybe.

But that's not gonna bring

your mother back, is it?

She's dead

and her killer

got away, didn't he?

Goddamn you.

Dirty little son of a...

How did you know?

You were on my list.

You didn't think anybody

knew about that, did you?

God knew.

That's why he sent me.

I'm an FBI agent.

They'll come looking for me.

No, they won't.

They'll keep

looking for Fenton.

You're going to be

his last victim.

They've seen you.

They'll know it was you.

God will protect me.

I can't talk right now, I can't.

I'll get back to you.

-Here.

-Thank you.

Are you sure neither one of you

can remember what he looks like?

Look, I told you

it's just a blur.

I can't understand it. I looked

right at him. I shook his hand.

Dave, we've got a problem.

You've got to take a look at this.

There he is.

We got you now, buddy.

-What is this?

-All the tapes look like this.

Goddamn it!

-We're running the name he gave you.

-It's got to be a fake name.

Sounds fake. Fenton Meiks.

Fenton Meiks, this is the FBI!

We're coming in! Go! Go!

Clear!

-Anything?

-No.

All right, let's dust it.

Oh, my God.

There's no one here, sir.

We found this

in the basement.

Is he down there too?

Not him.

1034, possible 1070...

Excuse me.

Didn't hear you come in.

How can I help you?

I'm with the FBI. I need to speak

to the sheriff. Is he in?

Sure thing.

Sheriff?

-Would you like some coffee?

-No, I'm fine, thanks.

-Well, hey, Curtis.

-Afternoon, Becky.

Sheriff?

Yeah.

I'm agent Griffin Hull of the FBI.

I need to ask you

Some questions about your brother.

Fenton?

Yes, sir.

Why don't you

come on around back?

Well, I appreciate you coming by

to tell me personally.

I just wanted you to know

before we go public.

Well, listen, if there's anything

I can do, don't hesitate to call.

I think we got it

pretty well covered from here.

But again, if you can think of

anything, or if he contacts you...

-Of course.

-All right.

You're a good man, Agent Hull.

Everything okay, Adam?

Everything's just fine, Becky.

God's will has been served.

Praise God.

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