Xavier was watching a show on TV, but he had no idea what the name of it was or what the show was even about. His thoughts kept drifting back to Sierra. He loved her and didn't want to lose her, but he has also waited so long for their union that it was excruciating to let her go. He hasn't talked to her or seen her in two days. He's even gone as far as to block the telepathink link that they shared. The less he has ot do with her the eaiser it will be for him. At least that's what he kept telling himself. He ached for her every minute of every day that he's not near her.
He was dragged out of his thoughts and back to reality s a news bulletin flashed across the screen. THERE HAS BEEN ANOTHER BODY DISCOVERED. THE IDENTITY HAS BEEN WITHELD AT THIS TIME. THE AUTHORITIES SAY THAT THIS MAY BE ANOTHER VICTIM OF THE GOD FO TORTURE, WHOM THEY ALREADY HAVE IN CUSTODY!
That BASTARD! Xavier had a feeling
Mack and Sierra were inthe middle of questioning some witnesses when his phone beeped. He hadn't even realized that the volume of his phone was turned down. He flipped the phone open and didn't recognize the number. The beep indicated a new voicemail. I'll check my voicemail as soon as I'm done here. He thought to himself as he returned to the questioning of Mrs. Tretchylovich, a retired seamstress who was only in the club looking for her husband, who played hooky from work apparently. A simple case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, but she was pissed!"Did you fing him, ma'am?" Sierra tried to ask as delicately as she could."I haven't yet, but when I do he's going to wish that he'd stayed hidden!" She was one heated old lady."Thank you for your time, ma'am." Sierra looked at Mack as Mrs. Tretchylovich walked back to her car. "Wow, I almsot feel sorry for her husband.""Me
It didn't take Xavier long to detain the second intruder and he needed to keep this one alive to question him. After spending twenty minutes of questioning, Xavier didn't get much out of th eprisoner. He was losing time so he decided to go another round of interrogating. This time he would make the guy talk! "Who is trying to hurt Sierra Ryans?""I don't know what you are talking about. I know nothing.""Oh really? Well we sill just have to see about that." Xavier slowly circled aroudn his prisoner and darkness began to engulf them. Soon all the prisoner saw was a pair fo red blazing eyes. It was the most horrifying sight he's ever seen!"OKAY, OKAY! It was Dwight Bryans, he had set this whole thing up.""When did he set this up?" Xavier continued to circle the prisoner."Mr. Bryans had come to our offices about two months ago and paid up in advance to come to this address on t
Mack and Sierra were on a break, from searching the crime scene, when his cell rang. "It's the boss." He told Sierra after looking at his phone. "Hello?""The dental records confirm that our latest body is that of Isabella Fuentez. She was strangled to death while she was having either rough sex or forced intercourse. We are comparing fabrics and hairs found on the body, against that of Brent Cummings." Chief Lewis didn't sound too happy as he filled them in on what was happeining. "Have you been in to interrogate Brent since the body has been recovered?""We were just on our way to his holding cell. We have a couple of stops to make before we reach the jail." Mack told his boss."Make the stops quick, I want to find out why he'd killed her.""Roger that boss." Mack turned and grabbed his car keys then ushered Sierra out of the club ahead of him."What are you doing?" She waited for
Due to over-crowding Brent was moved to the nearest federal penitentiary, which happens ot be Sparrow's Nest. He wasn't too keen on gibing up his freedom, but what could he do? As soon as he got off the bus and entered the front gates he knew that he'd be in a fight either on his first day or within his first week. When he finally made it to his cell he was greeted by his cell mate. This guy was at least 7'3", he had very broad shoulders and a glare that could burn a hole through steel."What are you in here for and who the hell are you?" The prisoner would have been intimidating had Brent not been evil himself."Well not that it's any of your business but I'm here for serial killing and my name is Brent Cummings." Brent answered, ready for action!"Nice to meet you Brent, I have heard so much about you. It is an honor to have you as my cell mate! OH, by the way my name is Michael Chaville aka Brik Wall." He
When Mack and Sierra arrived to her apartment they found Xavier standing next to somebody that looked like he went a couple rounds with a heavy weight champion. "What happened to my apartment, and who the hell is this? Why is it that whenever you get involved my whole life tumbles into chaos?!" She looked accusingly at Xavier."Believe it or not I actually had nothing to do with this mess, THAT was all these guys." He pointed to the dead body on the floor and the person in the chair. "They are the reason that I'm even in your apartment." He sheepishly grinned."What were they looking for?" Sierra stilla wasn't understanding why someone would ransack her place."So far, I knwo that it was Dwight that put those gentlemen up to the task.""That still doesn't answer my question." She was getting low on patience.It was the hostage that spoke next. "My partner and I were looking for an amulet."
It only took half a day for the entire prison to find out that Brent Cummings aka The God of Torture was a resident. He knew that now it was only a matter of time before certain people got too cocky about their standings in the prison. He was sitting in his cell reading the latest news on Isabella, his last victim, when a shadow blocked his light. He looked up to see Tyrese McCarr 'Ice Pick'. "How can I help you friend?" He didn't want anything to happen unless 'Ice Pick' started it, then he'd finish it!'Ice Pick' didn't answer at first, he just stood there staring. He kept running his tongue across his lips like he'd just seen something that he wanted to eat, then he'd just smile. "Is what they say true? You know, about your victims and what you did to them?""Why do you want to know?" Brent did not glace up from the newspaper, but he was still watching his visitor from the corner of his eye. Of course I
Sierra left Mack at the hospital around 9 PM. The emergency room was swarming with people, when they first arrived. He wasn't seen by a nurse, doctor or anybody for a couple of hours at the very least. He had nothing for the pain and his wrist and arm had swelled to twice the normal size. His wrist was starting to turn a purplish black color. She could only imagine how much pain he was in, but he wasn't showing it which in itself really impressed Sierra.Once he was finally seen, he was told that he would need surgery to repair some of his tendons. "Sierra why don't you go home and get some sleep or something?" Mack knew that she'd stay the whoel time if he didn't say something."That sounds like a good idea but I am more worried about you." She gently patted his good arm."I will be fine, I'm in really good hands." He tried to give her the best smile that he could muster, under the circumstances."Oka
The doctors took half an hour, after Sierra left, to clear an exam room for him. He was wondering if he would have an arm left with the length of time it's taken thus far. Mack sat in the room until a nurse came in and started an IV. He was all prepared for surgery when the doctor finally graced him wiht his presence."Okay, Detective Stone, we are going ot transport you to the OR. You should be in surgery for a couple of hours, then you will be admitted for observation.""I'm sorry, my name is Dr. Tom Martinson." The doc said as he put some anesthetic in Mack's IV.Mack began to doze off, he didn't remember going to the OR or even seeing the doc leave. By the time he woke up he was in a room surrounded by Cheryl, Madison, Sierra and Xavier. "What tiem is it?" He barely managed to whisper."Daddy, you've been asleep for two long, boring hours! Does your arm feel better?" His little girl was all e
I can't believe that this day has finally arrived! My life has not been easy by any means but today if feels like all the rough patches are worth going through. I stare at myself in the mirror as Cheryl, my maid of honor, helps me attached my veil. There is an uneasiness that I have not been able to shake this whole day. I know that it is the cop in me that won't shut down but I have never been led astray by my instincts. I don't have to worry about Brent Cummings aka The God of Torture anymore, he is dead thanks to my inner demon. However Garrison O'Grady is still at large and we just found out recently that he is also the biological brother of Brent Cummings! Just my luck I now have yet another pshycopathic serial killer on my hands! "Earth to Sierra!" Cheryl comments, breaking my thoughts. I smile at her blushing, having been caught zoning out...again. "Sorry, I have a lot on my mind and I'm really nervou
It has been about three months since she had killed Brent Cummings and she still couldn't get rid of him. She stopped reading newspapers because that's all every one talked about. She would have quit her job if she could, but Mack and Xavier helped her listen to reason. "Sierra, honey, you need to forget about what happened in th past and focus on the present." Cheryl's voice brought her back to reality. "I know, I know I'm trying, by the way you look beautiful." She slapped on the best smile that she could. "Well thank you and you look absolutely radiant yourself." Cheryl stood behind her and touched up her make-up. "We have only a few minutes until the music plays. Now as you maid-of-honor, I am ordering you to help me with your veil." Sierra was chuckling at Cheryl as she held the head piece in place while Cheryl pinned it to her head. "Are you going to tell your husband-to-be?" Sierra was tak
Everything was falling apart! Sierra needed to get control of herself and soon. This latest incident could have cost her her job, her friendship with Mack, and above all else it could have cost her Xavier! Her boss took pity on her and just sent her on a three week paid vacation, so things could blow over or in the least cood down. Another thing that she was curious about was that since she drank from Brent, she hasn't suffered from the fever, it was very odd.She didn't object, she knew it would be of no use to argue. She knew that she needed the vacation anyway. She called Mack to let him know that she was going to leave town for about a week, of course he started to argue but he quickly gave in. "Don't worry Mack, I will be fine. I will call you when I arrive." She had bit waited for his reply before she hung up the phone.She looked at her watch, she had just enough time to take a shower, pack a bag or two
Brent coule not believe his luck that Sierra would just be unconscious waiting for him to punish her! He slowly admired her body as he took her cloths off. What delicate skin! Brent smiled to himself. He also took his clothes off and readied himself by hovering over her body. He caressed her legs up her hips over her stomach. He lingered on her perky breasts and tweaked her nipples to harden them to pointy nubs. He could feel that her body was shuddering under his touch. He smirked to himself as he bent down and took her nipple into his mouth and moaned at the taste of her in his mouth.He was so lost in his moment that he was unaware of her soft moans as she slowly roused to consciousness. He popped his mouth off of her breast and made his way up her neck to her mouth. He was about to run his tongue over her lips when he realized that she was fully awake! The intensity of her eyes startled him a bit.&
Garrison was resting in his new hotel, he stopped going to Pauline's for fear that someone would notice. He was flipping through the TV channels to make sure cops hadn't caught onto his scent yet. When he came across the local news he watched in shocked amazement. Apparently Brent Cummings tried to attack Detective Ryans for the second time, when he was somehow killed! He angrily shut off the TV, he started to pace around the room. How could Brent be taken over by his obsession so easily. Looks liek I'm just gonna have to find out what really happened to me brother! As he paced about the room, he was compiling a metal shopping list of items that he would need. He was in such deep thought plotting his revenge that he hadn't noticed that a young woman was standing in the doorway of his room. He stopped pacing and turned toward the door. "Beg your pardon sir, I wasn't aware that this room was occupied. Sorry to h
Mack had been trying to reach Sierra for a couple of hours. Either she was ignoring her calls or she was out of range. He decided to stop by the 2nd precinct on his own, he'll just pass along the information when he saw her next. She was starting to act really weird as of late, he was really starting to worry about her even more. He was brought back to reality as he was met by Detective Dominguez. "Good evening Detective Stone." Detective Dominugez was about 5'9" and locked to be in his early thirties and fit. "Well I brought those photos, that I told you about with me. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind interviewing some of those co-workers of the first victim, with me." "I will go with you, but only on one condition, I drive." Detective Dominguez was already headed to his car. Mack quickly exited hsi car and hopped in the passenger side of Detective Dominguez's car. They rode the whole way to the din
Brent followed both Sierra and her guest, to a cabin that was hidden well out of the city limits. He decided to change the location of his plans, out here nobody would interfere it was perfect! When they entered the cabin Brent started to prepare for the plan. He waited for the man to leave before he put his plan into action. When he knew that the man was a safe distance away, he made his way towards to cabin, cautiously. When he reached the door he paused to make sure that the guy wasn't coming back, the only thing he heard was a light groaning coming from the other side of the door. He slowly and quietly opened the door adn entered the cabin. He shut and barricaded the door and waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He found that he was in the kitchen so he searched for a weapon and found a meat cleaver. He walked down the hallway and heard the groans getting louder. He came up to a closed door on the right and
When Mack headed back to his desk he was bombarded with at least 15 messages waiting for him. Three were from his wife, two were from Xavier, and the last ten were from the 2nd precinct. "Hello, this is Detective Mack Stone, I am returning a call to a Detective Gabriel Dominguez. Is he available?" "Hold please." Moments later he was greete4d by a man's voice that had a slight accent to it. "Hello, this is Detective Dominguez, thank you for returning my call. I have a couple of cases that you and your partner might be interested in." "What kind of cases?" Mack asked, intrigued. "The M.O. is familiar to your previous torture cases. The only difference is that the killer leaves a callling card at every scene." Mack didn't recall Brent leaving any calling cards at his crime scenes. "What kind of calling card?" "He leaves a black rose on or near the body of whoever he killed. This guy se
O'Grady could hear music and laughter coming from room 390, so he quietly approached the door, looked around and made sure that no one was watching him. He reached for th edoor knob and turned it until the latch released adn the door fell free from his hand. He wouldn't have much time so the needed to act quickly. He reached inside his bag and pulled out a bowie knife, he watied for rick to come to the door. As the door started to shut, he slid his arm through the crack and slashed at what he believed to be Rick's throat. His assumption was confirmed when he heard a gurgled gasp and Channing's shocked voice. "RICK! What the-" O'Grady stormed intot he room and locked the door behind him. "Well hello Channing." He smiled menacingly at his prey. Channing was sitting at the desk when O'Grady walked into the room. "What do you want? I already apologized for knocking your drink all over you." "Yes, ye di