Personally speaking, as a father of two teenage sons who were born in 1993 and 1997, the hardest reality-crime-scene photos for me to view are those of murdered youths. Especially those of murdered teen boys.
There's no doubt in my mind that if either of my sons were ever murdered my sanity would die with them.
However, being mindful that possibly these photos might one-day shock somebody's child into ridding themselves of drugs, alcohol, and the violent world which goes along with it, the posts will continue.
Clearly, that one-single-saved-life, for me, would be worth more than money—or the number of internet-hits ever could be.
OK, on with the narrative:
Daniel Araujo Santos—an innocent 17-year-old boy—was, last Tuesday, lounging at an Internet café with his younger sister Rafaela.
Rafaela, age 14, who claimed she witnessed everything, said her brother was kidnapped—and had likely become the victim of mistaken internet identity.
The girl stated that 'three hooded men' burst into the cafe and, while holding him at gunpoint, took off with Santos in a silver colored vehicle.
The girl stated that 'three hooded men' burst into the cafe and, while holding him at gunpoint, took off with Santos in a silver colored vehicle.
According to Police, Santos was then taken to a remote area near a plantation in rural Penedo, Brazil, where he was taken from the back seat, forced to kneel down, and brutally executed.
Santos' bullet-riddled-body was not discovered until the following day, Wednesday, by local farm workers. He was shot numerous times through the face and the back of the head.
Police later found evidence of spent shell casings at the scene—two of which belonged to a .380 and a .9mm handgun.
The worst was yet to come however. Because, although Santos' himself would never again have the luxury of feeling human emotion or pain—his grief stricken family, who were summoned by investigators for the unenviable task of identifying their son's body, certainly would.
"All monsters are human. You're a monster." ~ Sister Jude
"Carry on my wayward son, they'll be days when you are done, lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more" ~ Kansas
