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I was in the zone; I could track him if I just had that one more clue.
The white framed Victorian house was perfect from the outside, but once I crossed the threshold, I saw the struggle, the blood, and could almost hear the screams, feel the angst of the dead.
The need was almost too strong to deny. He needed... no he wanted to kill her. If he did, he thought, his world would be better. He could already imagine the act, moment by moment. It caused his breathing to hitch, as he stared at her on the other side of the dinner table. He could even imagine the lovely contrast of seeing red splotches of her blood on the white linen table cloth. The want grew with each passing moment.
Ha! He expected her to respond to his texts, just because he'd rescued her the other night from a seemingly "bad" situation; it didn't necessary mean that she had any desire to be WITH him. Out of the pot and into the oven, stuffed like a silly goose. Instead, all she deleted his messages and hoped he'd forget about her. She was already in the process of forgetting about him and last night.
I was supposed to be Ms.Manners, able to do what was proper in any situation, but what did social protocol require when the unruly sort breaks into your home and demands compensation?The good southern in me told me to grab my gun, but that would have been my sane side; the side that wanted to come out to play had other plans for my unexpected guest. Plans that required him to scream and beg. It wasn't proper to visit a lady at such an hour. Luckily, I wasn't proper, or a lady, for deep down within was something scratching to get out.
And she seemed to have gotten her chance.
Ha! He thought by his unplanned assaults on the circle of women, he'd be a step ahead, but boy was he past mistaken as he crashed into the old brick wall. He could hear each of the women call forth an element, pulling energy from the Earth. What he'd seen as easy prey had turned the tables on him. He was now to be their sacrifice.
Jack sat at the table in front of the judge's bench, crossed his arms and pouted, as only a teenager could. Assaults were a part of his criminal record. He'd been charged with physically assaulting everyone when he was sixteen, at least that is what his record wanted everyone to believe. He was supposed to fall into the category of moody teenager that liked to beat the crap out of people. No one knew that beneath his macho facade was really a genius that just wanted to hide in plain sight. It was easier to beat someone up instead of dealing with the ridicule of having a photographic memory and understanding what Einstein was really trying to say with his famous equation. No one understood him; instead of trying all they wanted to do was turn the key on him and lock him away forever. Maybe he'd punched that guy one too many times, but he'd called him a nerd, a geek. Like he belonged with the other crowd. The crowd that watched Glee, played chess and participated in band camp.
He flexed his fingers remembering...
It was to be a simple dare, but hearing the heavy footsteps not far behind me, as I continued to thrash through the woods, I knew that he was taking it to a new level. We were alone out there in the dense woods. There was nothing making a noise, not even a bird's chirping ahead. Instead, all I heard was him coming closer and his yelling, promising me pain. Maybe I shouldn't have kicked him that hard, but when someone pushed, I pushed back.
I held the key tightly in my already sweaty hand and pushed it into the golden lock. My heart throttled and gunned in my chest like the Harley Davidson motorcycle I'd driven out into these dark woods in search of this ridiculous treasure. What would I find? Holding the the flashlight in my other hand, it was then I noticed the fresh droplets of blood...
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