The Jews killed Jesus. That was Drew’s first reason to hate them. Then, throughout history they proved they were slimy and sniveling people, surviving harsh times by only helping each other out. Drew knew why too- when a Christian suffered because they wouldn’t help out, they equated it to killing Jesus all over again. They were the scum of the Earth.
Drew’s father had been the first to introduce him to anti-Semitism. It was a family tradition that started before his great grandparents joined the Nazi party. The family even joked that Hitler had stolen their ideas but was smart enough to exterminate the cockroaches known as the Jewish race.
Drew looked over at the Jew sitting across from him on the crowded subway car. The man was obviously a Jew, he had that “look.” The look that screamed, “We murdered Christ, hahahahahahahahah” through beady eyes and a nose that was four times too large for the face.
Drew thought back to WWII and wondered how amazing it must have felt to pack those rats into trains and ship them off to their demise. Sometimes when the subway was so crowded that people touched shoulder to shoulder he imagined he had gone back and was one of those Nazis. It was his favorite fantasy. Drew road the subway to go back to that feeling. He liked to live on the edge, though his concept of what living on the edge was made no real sense to anyone but him. He would stand on the yellow line of the subway platform as the train approached to get his thrills rather than participate in a real extreme sport. He liked to take the subway lines into the shady areas of the city late at night when all the characters came out and all the decent people were tucking into their safe beds. What he didn’t understand was that he gave off an aura of strangeness that gave even the hardest thugs a chill down their spines.
Drew transferred at Grand Central Station to the uptown six line at 2:35. The car was unusually empty and unnaturally clean. It gave him an ominous feeling. He knew it was a sign that something was about to happen to change his life. A moment later the train pulled into the 51st street station and the doors opened to reveal the most inspiring thing he had ever seen.
Drew had grown up a very privileged boy. He had traveled the world, been to the most amazing places, all the wonders of the world. The stained glass of La Sainte Chappell no the Coliseum nor the Mona Lisa nor the Great Pyramids of Giza no anything else in his life made him feel so alive as he did in that moment.
She could have sat anywhere in the almost empty subway car, but she chose the seat across from him. He felt as if he were the narrator and she his rose, a true life rendering of the Romance of the Rose, Chaucer’s biggest literary inspiration. He knew also though that this meant she would be near impossible to attain, or worse yet, undesirable once she was had.
He pushed these thoughts to the back of his head, as they were of old love poetry and he was a modern man. He glanced at her as best he could through the corner of his eyes, drinking in her essence.
She was of the perfect Arian features- soft, long blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, a slender hourglass figure of creamy white skin.
Drew knew he wanted her forever in the first moment he saw her. He felt as though the empty subway was a sign, a sign from God (or Hitler himself) telling Drew that she was the classy sort of woman who would never be found amongst the swine of a crowded NYC subway.
Drew decided to follow her that Saturday afternoon. She got off the train at 86th street. She walked to 84th and Lexington and had a slice of pizza at Mimi’s pizza. Drew loved pizza and the fact that she had hers with sausage meant that she wasn’t a dirty Jew. From there she walked back towards 86th and did some shopping. She tried on 6 pairs of shoes at Steve Madden and bought the most expensive pair. For Drew this was another sign that she was the perfect woman because a Jew would have gone to the nearby Payless and bought a similar pair for a fraction of the price. After getting shoes she walked into a few different boutiques and then to what Drew figured was her apartment building. He sat in the coffee shop that it was over for hours just waiting to see her leave. She never did so he decided to go home for the night.
When Drew said his prayers that night he asked God to grant him her. He dreamt about their lives together that evening. They would have a large, extravagant wedding that all the papers would be buzzing over. They would spend their honeymoon traveling wherever she wanted for as long as she wanted. Once back she would start setting up their first apartment together and she would get pregnant and start their family. He would have to actually make a name for himself in business and stop living off his trust fund. He didn’t want his sons to grow up thinking their father wasn’t an important man. In his dream he was a politician, cleansing America of many of its’ problems.
Drew didn’t want to wake up that Sunday, he knew reality wasn’t as sweet as what he lived when he wasn’t conscious. He wanted to go and look for her, but he always spent Sunday with his family. He was anxious to tell them about her, he knew they would be excited to hear that he had finally found a woman worthy of his attention. On Monday he would try to find out more about her and hopefully figure out a way to bump into her and bring her out on a date.
The next day he woke up before the sunrise, he was too nervous and impatient to sleep any longer. He decided to start the day with a prayer, hoping Jesus would hear him and guide him. He even knelt on the floor near the bed with his hands held together in reverence to pray like he had when he was a little boy. It felt invigorating to him. He walked into his closet and stared at his clothing for a very long time. Everything was organized precisely. Long sleeved dress shirts together, sorted by color with the most expensive fabrics in the front. He wanted to look his best for their “meet cute” that day. First he considered a blue shirt to match her blue eyes, then he thought maybe a classic white to make him appear to be a professional. Nothing he saw struck him as fabulous. He almost wished he had a yellow shirt to match the beauty of her blonde hair, but laughed at the thought of even being caught dead in the same color that the Jews had donned on their chests so many years before. Black seemed too cold and he didn’t want to put her off. He finally decided on a red because he hoped it would make her think he was passionate and desirable. Plus, he heard that red made people hungry and that would make her more likely to agree to go to dinner with him.
He showed up to the coffee shop she lived above at six am. He had two cappichinos before he saw her leave the door and start walking towards the subway. He followed at a leisurly pace and waited a few paces down from her on the subway platform. He tried to play it cool but the anticipation of finding out about her and meeting her was driving him insane. She got off at 33rd street and walked to a small office building off 30th. There were three companies located in the building and he knew that she must have worked at one of them. The first was a travel agency, the second a law firm, and the third a headhunter’s office. Drew jotted down the names of each and walked to a nearby internet café to do some research. He didn’t find any information about the employees of the travel agency, but figured that she was too classy to work for a place like that. He looked up the headhunter next, praying she didn’t work for them because he found it boring. The website was mostly unimpressive and uninformative.
As he searched for the law firm he could feel his heart pumping the blood through his body faster than it had in a very long time and perspiration developing in his palms. What he found made that same blood feel like ice in his veins. The Law Firm of White, Smith, and Jones was dedicated to hippie ideas of helping those who had been wronged by one stupid thing or another. They handled cases of reparations for various reasons mostly. He couldn’t believe she would be part of a group of low-lives like that. They had a “meet the staff” link that he did not want to click but knew he had to. He scrolled slowly, his hands shaking with each click of the scrolling wheel on his mouse. She wasn’t a partner, that was a good thing, maybe she wouldn’t be on the staff at all. The travel agency was starting to look like a much better option for her employment, in fact it meant she would be even better about planning their honeymoon if she worked there. The further and further down he looked the better his spirits became. He didn’t see her, she wasn’t one of them. About to sigh a breath of relief, he came to the last member of the staff and staring back at him was her angelic face. Immediately the two coffees came out of him like the water from Old Faithful and soaked the computer station he was at.
Drew didn’t know what to do. He stared at her face for a long time before he had the nerve to click on her and learn about her and the cases she was working on. Things were worst than he thought when he saw that she was assisting on a case to help the families of victims of the Holocaust recover heirlooms that had been “stolen” by the Nazis while the “rightful” owners were shipped off to concentration camps. If he hadn’t of already thrown up the contents of his stomach he would have upon reading that. The news made him heave, it made him feel as though all happiness had been sucked out of his life and out of the world.
He walked to the bathroom to clean up. He needed to clear his mind and figure out what to do. While washing his face he realized that Jesus had sent him to save her. She was meant to be his Eva and for that to happen he would have to show her the right path in life. Drew suddenly felt very optimistic. God had sent him on a very important mission because he had faith that Drew was capable and Drew decided he was more than happy to accept it.
He waited outside her office and when she came out he “accidentally bumped into her with his coffee. “I’m so sorry miss, are you okay?”
“Oh my, my new shoes! Do you have a napkin? Oh, I hope they aren’t ruined.”
Drew handed her the napkin in his hand, “Take this, I’m so sorry. I will replace them for you, I should have been paying more attention to where I was going.”
“It’s all right. I wasn’t watching either so it’s my fault too.” She looked up into his face with apologetic eyes that made him tingle all over, a strange sensation he had never before experienced.
“Please, let me do something to make it up to you Miss. I’m Drew by the way.”
She blotted her shoes a bit more, “Really, it’s not a big deal Drew. I think they are fine, no harm done.”
“Well, you are extremely attractive. I hate that we met this way, but would I be out of line asking you to have dinner with me? Your choice of course.” Drew wondered how he was able to get the words together and sound so confident. He had never asked out a girl before.
She made a face much like that of a girl who just learnt that Santa wasn’t real, “Thank you, that’s very kind of you, but I’m not interested. I’m sorry. I just have a lot of work to do and it would be wrong of me to lead you on.”
Drew stood there motionless as she walked away. He couldn’t believe she had said no. He never imagined that she would say no to him. Nobody ever said no to him. He was hurt and angry and confused and betrayed and so many emotions at once that he didn’t know how to make his head stop spinning.
Drew woke up in a hospital bed with his mother at his side.
“Oh darling, are you okay? The doctors think you had a mild panic attack. Luckily there was this sweet lady who saw you fall and called an ambulance to come take care of you. Waited with you until they arrived. You were lucky she forgot something in her office or who knows what may have happened to you laying there on the street.”
Drew knew the lady had to have been his lady. It was another sign from God. He had to save her from herself, just as she had saved him from being mugged or beaten or maybe even dying on that sidewalk.
The next day Drew hired a private detective to follow her and find out what he could about her. He would have done the work himself but his mother was fretting about his health and making him take it easy for a few days. It was a good excuse though to set some things in motion. He placed a craigslist ad for an assistant. Within an hour he had hundreds of resumes and took down the ad just so he would have time to go through them. He hired the first person who emailed him back saying she would be able to start immediately. Drew told her he would pay her 200 dollars a day in cash on the stipulation that she be discreet and understood that he only needed temporary help and therefore would appreciate it if she kept her work for him quiet. She agreed, thinking the cash would be great until she found a permanent gig.
The first errand Drew sent her on was to buy him a new car. A black car that would blend in with the hundreds of other black cars carrying executives and elite around the city, though he didn’t tell her why it had to be a black car. He then asked her to get him a list of different warehouses that were out of the way of the busy city and available to rent. He sent her to look at a dozen of them and report back to him with pictures, measurements, neighborhood details, and so on. He told her that none of them were good enough and to just give up. He then asked her to get him a uniform for a driver and then to interview a couple of drivers for the car she had found him. He denied all the drivers but kept the uniform. After a week he fired her.
When Drew awoke on that Monday he again got down on his knees and prayed. He walked to his closet with confidence, knowing that God sending him to do his work. He carefully put on the uniform and went over the plan in his mind again. He had agonized over the details and knew that nothing would go wrong. He got into his car and pulled out his cell phone.
“Hello, I have an urgent message for Miss Holly Brown. She is needed at the courthouse immediately, there are some papers relating to her case that are missing signatures and if she doesn’t get down here the judge will have to throw it out before it gets to court. We have a town car on its way right now, number 143. Tell her to get here as soon as she can, it is very important. Thank you.” Drew felt the adrenaline run through his veins as he hung up the phone and turned the key in the ignition.
Holly was waiting outside for him when he pulled up. She had a briefcase and threw herself into the car, not even waiting for him to open the doors for her. Drew knew that it was going to be easier than he had though. She was so busy studying all her legal papers that she didn’t notice they were heading in the wrong direction, speeding along a route that was heading out of Manhattan. It wasn’t until they were in traffic on the bridge that she saw something was wrong.
“Excuse me driver,” Holly said with agitation in her voice, “why are we on the Brooklyn Bridge? I have to get to the courthouse, it’s imperative and this is the wrong way. You need to turn this car around.”
Drew chuckled, “Holly, Holly, Holly. We are going to the courthouse and the manner of getting there is direr than you realize. It’s just that we are going to a courthouse of God so to speak. You have been poisoned by the Jewish parasites and I have to help you see the error of your ways. I tried to do this the easy way weeks ago but you turned me down and left me with no choice but to show you the truth this way”
Holly started tugging at her seatbelt and trying to open the door, “Let me out of here you freak!”
“I’m sorry darling,” Drew said as he looked at her struggling through the rear view mirror, “but I’ve made some adjustments to the car. The doors only open on the outside thanks to the child lock and the seatbelts can only be undone with a key. And, thanks to the privacy tint on this car nobody will be able to see you trying to get away. Just relax, I promise that you will thank me for these measures very soon.”
Holly stopped squirming and just stared at him. Drew turned on the radio and pleasantly drove to the warehouse that he had picked from the pictures his assistant had given him. It was remote, abandoned, and full of “junk” that he knew would be helpful to teaching Holly about why she should love him and save herself from the fires of Hell that were waiting for her if she continued her life the way she was going with it.
When they arrived Drew turned back to Holly and shoved chloroform into her face before she realized what he was doing. He needed her sedated so that he could get her inside.
Drew was looking at Holly as she woke up, tied to a chair in the empty building. He painstakingly explained to her the signs that had told him of her coming into his life, of his noticing how perfect she was through her actions that day, of how she made him feel, and of everything that had come to pass since he discovered what she did with her life. She was gagged but didn’t even attempt to say anything. She listened calmly and Drew prayed that she was taking to heart the truth of God’s plan. He then told her about his life, his family history, and the history of the rotten Jewish race. He explained that while they were around they would try to run the world and that they had to be kept in check until they could be all together eliminated. When she started to look sick he tried to lighten the mood with a cute saying he had been told once, “Roses are red, violets are blue-ish, if it weren’t for Christmas, we’d all be Jewish.” She didn’t seem to find it amusing.
“Now that I’ve explained myself and witnessed to you I hope that you see that I am doing this out of love. I’m going to take the gag out of your mouth and we are going to have a conversation about all of this. Please ask me any questions that you have and we can work the out together. Okay?”
Holly nodded her head in agreement and Drew walked to unbind the knot from behind her head. Once she stretched her jaw a bit she looked at Drew with one of those piercing looks that made Drew feel as if she were looking into his soul. It was very intimate for him.
“I have but one question for you Drew,” Holly said slowly and with a tone of superiority in her words, “Wasn’t Jesus a Jew? Didn’t his parents celebrate the Jewish holidays and bring him to temple with them?”
Drew flew into an outrage that he didn’t even know was possible. He couldn’t breath he was so angry. He could feel the fire of his hate for what she had said consuming him. She was beyond help, she was so poisoned that Drew knew he would have to save her from herself by stopping her from going to Hell.
“By the mission sent to me by God, I forgive you of your sins for you did not understand what you did wrong. I now must cleanse your soul and remove the lies they have infected you with. I am so sorry Holly, I thought you would be the one. I thought that you would see the light. Maybe you were sent to me to show me the light though, maybe you were a test to me from God to see if I was ready to be his willing servant. I promise you that he will take you into his arms for he does not punish those who are innocent by means of ignorance.”
He then walked to her with another chloroform rag so that she wouldn’t struggle as he moved her again. She woke up as the first nail was driven through her arm, just above the wrist. Her scream was muffled by the gag that Drew had replaced. Tears streamed down her face just as the blood just out of her arm. Drew moved to her other arm and drove another nail into her body. She passed out. He figured it was from the pain and the blood loss. As he drove the nail into her feet she woke up again long enough to make another muffled scream. Drew then dug the crown of thorns onto her head and hoisted up the cross with the pulley system he had rigged. Once she was up he sliced her in the rib area as Jesus had been cut by the Jews. The blood slowly started to clot and run less aggressively down to the floor.
Tears ran down Drew’s face as he looked at her, “I’m so sorry Holly, but the only way to cleanse you of the Jewish taint in you if for you to suffer as our Christ suffered due to those monsters. When you meet him he will greet you with open arms, thanking you for your bravery in your final moments, and connecting to you on a very deep level. You will not only be saved from Hell because of your death, but you will become one of Jesus’ most precious followers. Give him and all the angels and saints my love and know that I love you dearly or I wouldn’t have cared to save your soul.”
“So, if I might simplify your story for the court Dr. Addol, you are saving that this first rejection, along with being brought up in a family of prejudice lead my client to commit these crimes without realizing that he was doing wrong?”
“Yes. Drew suffered a psychotic break when he was denied a date by Miss Brown that was misdiagnosed as a mere panic attack. Had he been given the proper attention and put on the proper medication he would have never kidnapped and murdered Miss Brown in my opinion.”
“And, Dr. Addol, in your opinion the other murders were also an effect of this psychotic break?”
“Yes. Drew believed that the Jewish people had corrupted a woman he wanted to love and saw a life with. When he had to “save her” because of this corruption it caused his psyche to deteriorate even more. His serial murdering spree was a way for him to punish the Jewish people for his loss. Though the bombings, poisonings, and numerous gruesome murders over the past three years are a tragedy I don’t think he was aware enough that he was doing anything wrong. The greater tragedy would be for him to go to prison rather than a mental health facility that can treat him and help him see the mistakes he made.”
“Thank you doctor, that is all. The Defense rests.”
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