The ambient noise of a desk fan whirred along in the otherwise silent bedroom of the Adept, and rays of dawn's light shot through the cracks in his blinds. He carefully removed the last screw
holding the lightswitch housing to the wall, and slid out the whole assembly. Next to it, there was a small sack suspended within the wall which he reached his hand into and retrieved a large
wad of cash. He thumbed through the disorganized bundle of various bills and got his count: About $6,400. The Adept smiled at how he acquired this fair sum of money. In the last couple
months, he had been breaking into the houses of Jewish lawyers and stealing expensive electronics, which he would then damage or install viruses onto and sell to Negroes on Craigslist
for the next county over. The plan is to use this dirty money to buy a used car, one of the many that sits on the side of the highway with prices crudely painted across the windshield. Last
night, he saw a generic looking Black Chevy Impala for $3,000. That would be perfect, common car in a common color. He reached inside the wall again and pulled out a pistol, a Hi Point
pistol he had bought privately for $100, no background check or bill of sale. Recently, he had started to feel uneasy about continuing to use his personal car, knives, clothing, and guns. All
of these things are able to leave behind or pick up incriminating evidence that could end his Sinister Crusade. Every half a dozen Sacrifices, he would destroy and replace his vehicle, gun,
and even clothing. Now that he had all his other materials, it was time to go get the car.

The trade was swift and easy, and the phone used to organize it, as well as the registration, was ditched in the nearest river. He drove the car to a secluded spot in the wildlife reservation
and popped the trunk. Inside, he had a fresh change of clothes in a sealed zip bag with hand sanitizer, his pistol, and black leather gloves. His Sacrifice tonight would be the owner of a
racially mixed couples group on Facebook. It had a couple thousand members already, disproportionately large for his small city. He would make them reconsider their degenertate ways.
The owner was an obese white woman, with an crown tattoo on her calf and curly brown hair. Crown tattoos seemed to be common with miscegenating women, odd how fucking subhuman
peasants would make someone feel entitled to bear the mark of royalty. It was time for him to move out and deal with this problem. He got into the car and made his way to the side of the
reservation that met with her property.

The woman lived in a trailer on about three acres of land, with a pitbull chained to a fencepost in the middle of the back yard. He low crawled up to the treeline bordering her property, and
peeked through the unkept grass at the animal. The Adept pulled a piece of steak from his pocket, removed it from the zip bag, and tossed the bait to his prey. The dog made a full sprint
towards the meat, and the Adept drew his knife and charged. He tackled the dog and ran his knife across it's throat with one hand and clamping it's muzzle shut with the other. He didn't
like killing dogs, but Pitbulls are the niggers of the dog species. His target's only alarm now eliminated, he snuck quietly up to the side of the house and looked through all the windows.
He arrived at the bedroom window and through a gap underneath the blanket tacked over it, he could see the fat whale sleeping in bed with a partner. He looked at their open bedroom
door in the dim light of their television, and could see another window in the hallway that lead to their bedroom. That would be the best point of entry, as trashcans sat directly beneath it.
The Adept walked back around the house, climbed on the trash cans, and pulled himself through the unlocked window. Right as his feet touched the floor, he heard the toilet flush from the
bathroom across from him, so he put his back to the wall next to the door. A small hispanic child exited the bathroom, a tired look in his eyes which turned into terror as he saw the stranger
in his home. Before the little beaner could scream, the Adept placed a hand over his mouth and stuck his knife into his abdomen, at an upward angle underneath the ribcage and into the
lung. The Adept pulled the knife out, and forced it back in, this time into the second lung. Blood poured from the child's mouth, and oozed out from the gaps between the Adept's fingers.

The child's legs crumpled, but the Adept caught him and let him to the floor gently, then started removing his head. Now holding the severed head in one hand and his pistol in the other,
he walked down the hallway and into the sleeping race traitor's bedroom, where he stood at the foot of her bed. He pointed the pistol at the unidentified man's head and pressed the
trigger. His body went stiff like a board as he violently convulsed and rolled out of the bed onto the floor. The target woke with a gasp, pulling the string on her lamp. The now illuminated
room revealed to her the man standing in her room, smiling at her with her son's head in his fist. She was frozen in shock, mouth agape.

"Mommy, can I come sleep with you? I had a nightmare." The Adept said to her in an attempted childlike tone, as he gently shook the severed head as if he was talking with a puppet.
The woman's silent terror turned into blood-curdling wails as she thrashed about to escape her blanket and run away. The woman got to her feet and turned away to run for the door, but
the Adept raised his pistol and fired. The bullet hit the woman directly in her lower back, and her legs froze beneath her causing her to fall flat on her face. The pudgy woman dragged her
useless legs down the hallway with her hands, continuing to cry, in an attempt to escape. He grabbed her and dragged her back down the hallway to her bedroom, where he tied her hands
to one of the bed posts, above her head. The Adept pulled the unidentified hispanic male, presumably the child's father, into the corner in front of the woman and began sawing off his head.
The woman cursed at the Adept, but her curses slowly turned into begs for mercy. The Adept set the severed head of the Wetback to the side, then also sliced off his cock and balls. He
set the head in the corner and placed the cock and balls in it's mouth. The woman was now hyperventilating, tears gushing from her eyes.

The Adept grabbed the woman by the neck, squeezing and jerking her head up to look at him. Carefully, he inserted the knife underneath her eyelid. The skin flap peeled away from the
squishy, bloodshot orb and the Adept ran the knife in a circular motion around the eyeball. Using the knife, he wrenched the eyeball from her face and set it on the bed. The whale flopped
about, trying to free herself, but this did little to stop her killer as he removed her second eye. As the Adept pulled the eye from it's socket, the optical nerve strained and then snapped, and
a milky fluid sprayed from it, all over the woman's face, before curling up into a shriveled flesh tube. This eye was set next to the other on the bed, and the Adept cut the woman's hands free.
The Adept kicked her in the back of the head so that she fell onto her face, and straddled her. He lifted her head up by the chin and brought the knife to her throat, swiftly cutting the head from
her shoulders. About half way through, a long stream of putrid vomit shot from her esophagus onto the floor. The powerful stream shot about three feet before it turned into a foul smelling
puddle on the carpet. The Adept took the head and placed it next to the man's, then set the child's in the middle. The Adept sliced off the child's penis and put it in his mother's severed head's
mouth, then put the mother's eyes in the child's mouth. The three heads sat next to each other, each holding an apendage of some kind in their mouth to form a quite beautiful decoration.

Digging around in the Whale's pocket, he found her phone and used one of her fingers to swipe the screen open. The Adept went to the Facebook application, clicking his way to the Racially
Mixed Couples Group. He turned on the flash and took a picture of the memorial to this degenerate "family." He uploaded the picture and threw the phone on the floor, climbing back through
the window and making a run for the woods. He got in his car and started the engine just as he heard police sirens pulling up to the house. He was home free, he thought, as he was already
deep in the treeline. He sped out of the forest and got on the highway, going back to his cellar hideout he had fashioned in the old cellar to a burned down cabin in the forest. He parked the
car at the foot of the mountain and hiked a mile up the footpath to his destination. He rolled over a fallen tree and slid aside some dead grass, then grabbed the iron ring attached to the
wooden trap door and swung it open. He climbed down into his sanctuary and closed the trap door above him. He had made it to safety, free of pursuit. It had been a couple hours, so he
decided to turn on the radio and check the news. Static emitted from the speakers as he turned the dial to find the most clear news station.

"Breaking news, the brutal murder of a racially mixed couple and child leaves investigators stunned. Cameras not allowed on the scene but it is reported as a 'bloodbath' and the victims: --
year old ----------, -- year old -----------, and their young son, -- year old ------------. Racial motivations are suspected." A smile creeped across the Adept's face, there would be riots over this one,
he knew it. This is great, as chaos is his goal in the first place. He propped his feet up on his desk and pulled out his knife, grabbing a rag and cleaning the blood from it. After a few minutes
of rest, he stripped down and threw his clothes into bag, changing into a fresh set. He took the bag to his fireplace and got a fire going. The smoke vented out a series of pipes he had tunneled
along the ground a foot deep, out of the clearing where his hideout was and into the forest, to a small chimney that stuck out of the ground next to a tall oak tree. The chimney was concealed by bushes
and due to the distance the smoke had to travel, it became much less thick once it exited the chimney. The smell of burning logs and trembling shadows from the dancing flame set a very relaxing and
cozy atmospehere in his murderous lair, a contrast to the brutal atmosphere of the crimescene he had left behind him. The fire reflected off his glazed eyes as he sat down on his rug, prodding
the wood and creating blood red embers that floated up and out of the fireplace. Another sacrifice, another nexion. He was sure the Dark Gods were pleased with his work, and his sacrifice would bring
him closer to the acasual.