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IC News 03-01-06

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TERRORISTS STAGE HAINES POINT DAWN EXECUTION OF ALLEGED VAMPIRE

By Katherine Whittier,

Special Reporter to the Washington Post

A still-unidentified terrorist cell, possibly Americans, held a sleepy pre-dawn crowd social hostage with the promise of blowing the lid off our collective reality, even more than the slowly building tsunami of unbelievable events unfolding already has.

On an anonymous tip, a gathering of select media and other witnesses hand-chosen by unknown criteria by the group, gathered in the freezing dawn at Haines Point, a well-worn peninsula park just off 395 before L'Enfant Plaza, less than a mile from the Capitol itself.

The crowd consisted of said media types; some college aged kids dressed as one would for Web of Night; and several technorati armed to the teeth with PDAs, wireless contraptions and laptops of every shape and size.

One unexpected luminati I encountered was Loki, of all people, who offered only an evasive and weak explanation of why he was amongst those chosen to show up. I also thought I saw a couple of other familiar celeb figures from back in my Kitty's Korner days, but did not take time to find out for sure who they were.

Legally, the Park was closed, but no Rangers were there to stop us from entering. There appeared to be a scant security presence of some kind, but they were keeping an eye on the crowd more so than the presenters, who were in a small, loosely paramilitary looking group near the "Awakening" statue at the end of the park.

We were brought here to cover an event supposedly so fantastic that they wanted it witnessed live, by a large enough group that it would become impossible to deny, at least by enough people to make a difference. And so, we shivered and waited to have our lives changed forever.

At about 15 minutes before sunrise, a large-built man, easily 6'3" or more, with a blackout mask on and a rifle slung over his well-muscled shoulder, steps up to the front of the crowd. He raised his fist, more at some manner of signal, than a hackneyed "power to the people" gesture. At this moment, two others, also dressed in dark clothes, proceeded to block the single opened car entrance with park junk as well as a couple of overturned vehicles. This was far enough away that some of the crowd took a long time to notice, as they were more fixed on the man now addressing them.

The man bent down into the brush nearby and hefted a reedy, almost feral looking brunette from the shadows. She was alternately snarling at the crowd like an apprehended suspect on C*O*P*S, or talking incoherently, often to herself, in a clipped and proper British accent. Interestingly, nobody in the crowd made a move to rescue the woman.

Within the crowd, a few spectators noted that while they were able to transmit data of the event pretty much unconditionally to anywhere, 9-1-1 in specific appeared to be malfunctioning. This precluded anyone involving law enforcement without physically walking all the way off the island to see if they could get signal or find the rare payphone while crossing the I-395 bypass.

While the crowd murmured in distraction, one of the terrorists fired 5 rounds from a Kalashnikov into the air, bringing all eyes up front again.

Several in the restless crowd complained that there was no vampire to be seen, and the man with the prisoner up front tossed a bumpy, grey and red streaked lump of flesh at them, which gets a mixed reaction. The prisoner started to hiss dramatically at bystanders and threatened to attack them, ranting on incoherently.

A thinner-built terrorist, possibly female from their shape, grabbed the fleshy thing that was tossed down, and holds it up, red rivulets of what seemed to be blood, trickling down his or her wrist. This person grabbed a stick from the ground and proceeded to stab it into what looks like a human heart, just as the prisoner woman bites one of the bystanders, who screamed as others try to pull her off without getting bitten themselves. At the same moment this happened, the attacking woman suddenly went completely limp and quiet, but her eyes were still open, trickles of fresh blood still on her lips.

A disbeliever in the crowd shouted, "You sick bastards! All that proves is you guys should be in prison!" To which the leader replies, "It proves you're too stupid to listen." As they argued, a slim woman darted through the crowd to the fallen reporter, pulled out a cross and placed her hands on him. She spoke a few words in what sound like Latin, and the man's neck wounds suddenly vanished. The Post did capture this amazing footage on camera and live feed.

A young, olive skinned boy took the woman's Rosary and placed it on the brunette's forehead as she laid prone and quiet. As it touched her flesh, her skin sizzled as if it were being seared, the air suddenly redolent with the reek of rotten burnt pork. Wisps of smoke rose from her brow, upon which was now embedded, a cross shaped burn mark. Straight out of the movies.

The healer woman rises now, addressing the crowd. "Believe in all you see here this day, the good Lord has deemed that the truth be known.. Watch, when the sun arises my Child." and with that she returns to a small group gathered by a black SUV at the back.

The leader checked the large chronograph strapped to his wrist. "For those of you who still aren't buying, the show finishes in about five minutes. Hope you have plenty of film." Behind him, to the east, one could see the first vestiges of dawn creeping up over the tree line, giving the sky a mottled grey, pink and purple glow.

The smaller terrorist, still holding the heart with the stick poked through it, tossed it up to the leader at this point. He held it aloft and called out to the crowd, "Now that I have your full attention..." just as the first rays of the sun shot out from behind the dilapidated clubhouse and onto the gathering of people, including the woman's prone body. The man removed the stick from the heart, and the woman sat up immediately. As the crowd started and moved back from her, her skin, where exposed to the sun, began to smolder and break out in blackened, oozing pustules all over. Her clothing started to discolor ashen as if it had been dragged through a fireplace. She lunged after the crowd, wisps of smoke and the stink of burning flesh driving people away. The heart the man held up also suddenly began to smoke and blister when exposed to the sun.

The woman's face began to bubble openly now, and almost all of her exposed skin was quickly turning as black as overdone bacon. At this point, this reporter was overcome and had to stop observing for a few minutes due to personal distress. Somewhere about this point in time, the police finally arrived, but were off in the distance trying to make their way through the blocked gate and the hysterical crowd, now vacating on foot or driving over the grass and cement-enclosed medians.

The leader tossed the smoking heart into the air above the crowd, and it peppered the nearest of them with ashes as it powdered to nothing in mid-flight. He then took off into the chaos of the fleeing crowd, lost in the panic as he made his retreat. As our news crew began to pack up, the dying vampire made one last effort, grabbing hold of my ankles as I knelt, gagging, her very hands cindering before her and mere claws as they grasped my foot. The sun, now fully ablaze, finished her off, covering my shoes and hose in a rancid smelling ash, all that remained of the display before us. I must admit at this point, I did scream, but I was far from alone in my terror.

Someone from the crowd came and grabbed a handful of her ashes on the way out, for reasons I don't care to speculate upon in a reputable paper. We spent the remainder of the morning compiling this story for publication and being debriefed by DCPD, who made no attempts to deny what had occurred. In fact, several officers even on record, were heard to have said they've seen other strange occurrences that have previously been hushed up to prevent city-wide panic, but in light of recent events the unofficial department policy has shifted in essence to "Why bother now?"

It is this reporter's experience that after this morning, we have reached the point where plausible deniability will no longer serve; far too much has happened that cannot simply be covered up or explained away. What it ultimately means for Washington, for Americans, for the world, I leave for the politicians and theologians to decide.

Local Self Professed "Monster-Hunter" Duo Out Roster of Supernatural Targets -  A pair of local, self-styled "Monster Hunters," identified to The Post  as "Ted" of Lovettsville, VA, and Jennifer, of Washington, DC, arranged for an interview in what they say is an attempt to save lives and "take back the night" by exposing what they know of supernatural activity in DC and surrounding areas.

On the condition that they would be allowed to speak freely and without the threat of arrest, the pair wanted to take advantage of the building doubts and fears in the public's collective mind as to "the world as we know it," to try and make people aware of what they claim is the extensive supernatural presence not only in Washington, but supposedly worldwide.

As they framed it, the more the masses know of their notion of the truth, the better armed people would be to defend themselves against this threat.

The hunters met with a Post reporter outside DC, in a small biker's diner up Route 15 North in Maryland. The pair were simply and practically dressed, as one might expect given their "line of work." They blended right in, and could be anyone you casually passed on the streets.

They were quick to speak somewhat disparagingly of their dealings with other people regarding their hunting practices. "We deal with the truth every day of our lives, the real world the way it is," said Jennifer. "We didn't ask for this insight, but we have it. They're all around you and we are out there, in the shadows, fighting the good fight for the ungrateful, and you people thank us by calling us crazy, putting us in jail or in asylums or trying to drug us into silencing the ugly truth, or punishing us for the truth we keep every day from kicking your asses, as if we were responsible for its existence somehow."

Ted adds, in his forthright, ominous drawl, "Your average Joe on the street is ignorant. Blind, happy livin' a lie. But God forbid somethin' actually comes after you! Then you come lookin' for our help, all smiles and desperation, pretendin' like now you're ready to believe your own eyes and ears." He paused, becoming restless as he interjected, "This is your last chance to wake up, DC; if you don't wanna take it, you deserve to be prey to these unholy bastards. You play ostrich; you're part of the problem. That makes you a liability. I'm doin' what I gotta do, because I can and someone's got to take back the night. Anyone gets in my way, they can join 'em."

According to these hunters, DC is by no means unique in that it is home to several types of supernatural entities, including vampires, werewolves, wizards, ghosts and demons. They say that many unusual and unexplained bizarre events in the news were the work of one or even more of these beings, and was hushed up either by them or their agents, or law enforcement concerned that the truth would cause uncontrollable panic in the streets, much akin to the state of things in Washington during Black November and leading to now.

The pair claims credit for the firebombing of a modest pool hall called "Rabble" in Southeast Washington a few months ago. They say they've witnessed that vampires and their human minions were using it as a meeting place on a regular basis, but that their "Hunter Powers" helped them keep under the creatures' radar. They deny setting the previous blaze two years ago, though, which shut down the club for several months to undergo renovations, and suggest the vampires might have done it themselves in a quarrel or by accident. The hall is now permanently closed, and the owner on record could not be located.

Another supernatural enclave in Southeast, according to the hunters, is the Gothic music nightclub called Web of Night. Hounded for years by unusual and unexplained events, many quite destructive, since its opening a few years ago, this club has been a nexus for a plethora of mysterious events that were explained as show business, related to drinking or drug use, or dramatics common amongst those of that subculture.

But the hunters paint a different story; that nearly all the events reported concerning The Web have a more sinister side that the city has ignored to now. The pair insist that they could out or destroy dozens of supernatural creatures simply by destroying this venue, as it is one of the most insidious havens for all kinds of beings that prey on the patrons within. They imply that the only hope to contain the menace is to destroy it, but they also believe that another haven will surface in its place as long as the supernaturals roam freely in our city.

The hunters do not just target corrupted places, however; in fact their usual quarry are individual supernaturals they claim to have identified through their "gifts" and special awareness, dismissing the notion that these gifts could seem like the hunters themselves were also unnatural beings. The pair disagrees, though, on how to deal with creatures that appear to be doing no real harm to anyone else, peacefully coexisting in secret. Jennifer is more inclined to focus on the malevolent, while Ted holds more of a "kill them all; let God sort His own" stance.

They did agree, however, that one supernatural that needed removal was rising political star Aesik Baird, whose mysterious suspected death in a fire in his own home over a year ago, went unsolved until now. Apparently, Baird was one of numerous "Demons" or Fallen Angels that have come to DC in the guise of humans, and the pair witnessed him controlling enslaved mortals in public, as well as showing supernatural powers such as several of the so-called Angel sightings in the area, as well as destruction of an entire city block including Bryan's Black Iron Restaurant.

The concept of a known demonic being in a position of political power prompted the duo to destroy him just as he was pursuing nomination to the Senate. The body was never found, but Baird has been missing for over a year now, lending credibility to the claim.

The Hunters are emphatic that their deeds are for the protection of mankind, and that they are no danger to regular people. They have no intentions of turning themselves in to police for any deeds confessed in the interview, and reiterate that what they do is both necessary and impossible to run through regular means of law enforcement. They soon departed, headed for parts unknown, to continue their battle.

INTERNATIONAL NEWS

Protestant Taizé Religious Community Founder, beloved by Popes, Slain

By ELAINE GANLEY, Associated Press Writer
PARIS - A Romanian woman slipped into a choir of singing monks during an evening prayer service and fatally slit the throat of the 90-year-old founder of an ecumenical Christian community in the presence of 2,500 horrified pilgrims in Burgundy, authorities said Wednesday.
The slaying Tuesday of Brother Roger in the Church of Reconciliation drew reactions of shock and grief from the pope, the leader of the Anglican Church and worshippers around the world.
"It happened very fast. There were some screams. We turned around. He was wounded," said Brother Emile, who witnessed the killing. "We carried him out of the church so people didn't see the terrible part. ... She slit his throat."
Brother Roger was stabbed at least twice in the neck. Bleeding profusely, he died 15 minutes later in the community house, Brother Emile said.
Tributes to the silver-haired cleric who symbolized dialogue across the Christian world poured in Wednesday to the tranquil Taizé Community, snuggled in a Burgundy village north of Lyon.
Pope Benedict XVI, who had received a letter from Brother Roger on Tuesday — the day of the killing — deplored the "very sad and terrifying news." Archbishop of Canterbury Rowan Williams, spiritual leader of the Church of England, called it "an indescribable shock."
The Taizé Community's Web site was so inundated with messages that it crashed.
Brother Roger, whose surname was Schutz, was born of a Swiss Protestant father and a French Catholic mother. He moved to Taizé in 1940 with plans to found a monastery.
He harbored Jewish refugees during the Nazi occupation of France during World War II, then built the ecumenical Taizé Community with a mission to reconcile all denominations of Christians and promote dialogue and peace.
He was among a group of 80 brothers who form the choir, positioned in a rectangle in the center of the church. The attack occurred about 8:45 p.m., some five minutes after the service got started, said Brother Emile.
The 36-year-old intruder, who was not identified by name, had visited Taizé for a week in June and was considered psychologically fragile. Brother Emile said they had learned from colleagues that she was "a very sick woman in Romania" who screamed in churches.
"We asked her not to stay," Brother Emile said in a telephone interview. She returned about two days ago, bypassing the reception area.
On Tuesday night, she jumped a small, symbolic hedge separating the choir from the congregation to join the monks. Brother Emile said brothers thought she might be the mother of one of the children. The attacker offered no resistance when she was grabbed.
The prosecutor in nearby Macon, Jean-Louis Coste, said the suspect had bought the knife the day before and her intentions were clear. "It would appear for now there is little doubt that this was premeditated since she bought a knife the day before and voluntary homicide is manifest," Coste told reporters. He said she had tried for several months to contact Brother Roger and told investigators she was trying to get his attention.
An autopsy was performed on Brother Roger on Wednesday, but results were not immediately made public.
The Taizé community appointed 51-year-old Brother Alois, a German Roman Catholic, to succeed its leader, said Brother Emile, acting as spokesman on Wednesday. Alois, born in Stuttgart, had initially been selected eight years ago by Brother Roger. He arrived in Taizé early Wednesday, called back from the huge Roman Catholic gathering under way in Cologne, Germany, known as World Youth Day.
Pilgrims at Taizé held an all-night vigil. "There was lots of emotion last night. At the same time, there was a kind of peace this morning," Brother Emile said.
"Brother Roger died as he lived, praying at the center of his community," said the World Council of Churches. The body's acting secretary general, Genevieve Jacques, said his ecumenical work "has been enormously influential."
Pope Benedict, speaking at a general audience, said that Brother Roger, in his letter to the pontiff, "expressed his desire to come to Rome as soon as possible to meet me and to tell me how the whole community of Taizé intends to walk alongside the pope."
Brother Roger was the second recipient of the $1 million Templeton Prize for Progress in Religion in 1974, a year after Mother Teresa was given the honor. "When the Nazis occupied France during World War II, Brother Roger, founder and prior (director) of the Taizé Community in France, harbored Jewish refugees," the Templeton citation said. "It was typical of Brother Roger's long history of helping the less fortunate."
The Taizé community, which the late Pope John Paul II visited in 1986, each year draws some 100,000 people, about 17 to 30 years old.
Brother Roger's funeral was set for next Tuesday.

 

ZOMBIES OVERRUN MEXICO CITY SUBURBS -

PUEBLA, MEXICO — "The graveyards have given up their dead!" is the cry that has been repeated over and over for the last several weeks now, starting with a hysterical voice speaking on Mexico City’s Radio Joya, station XEJP.

The station has long ago been overrun and stands now silent. Phone service to the city continues to be out, and a large portion of the city and surrounding areas now lie burned and abandoned, save hoards of shambling people roaming the city and countryside in wounded and disheveled condition, the so-called zombies that have invaded the region.

The UN dispatched teams to investigate, and the last team members to be heard from, a week ago, claimed to the home office in New York that the outrageous reports were all true. The team never returned to its scheduled rendezvous for extraction. They are presumed dead, or succumbed to the mysterious affliction that is turning the inhabitants of the Mexico City region into zombies. The problem continues to spread to neighboring regions, and may involve a country-wide contagion.

LIVE*WYRE FOUNDER AMONGST THE MURDERED IN LONDON MASSACRE -- John Wyre, CEO of Live Wyre Corp of London, was found in a remote section of public woods, along with other bodies that appear to be torn to shreds by large wild animals. Coroners are unsure of what animal could do this damage, nor what weapon.