Sierra left Xavier sleeping in her bed. Mack had been discharged and the Boss man wanted to know the latest news about Brent. She took a quick shower before she met up with Mack. She was supposed ot meet him at the station, so when she was met outside of her apartment building, in his wife's gorgeous Speedster, Sierra was speechless! "She4 actually let you borrow her car?! How in the hell did you manage that?"
"I broke my arm, and my wife loves me." He was using his arm to his fullest advantage.
"Oh, I get it, don't think that your wife doesn't know what you are up to either! Us women know and see all." She was only jealous that she hadn't thought up a plan like that, first.
For some reason she was getting a little nervous about interviewing Brent again. She has interviewed plenty of suspects, some of them had tried to harm her in some way also, but Brent spooked her.
"Spill it? I know you are wo
I must have pissed off quite a lot of people, in less than two days, two inmates have tried to kill me. I need to break out...fast! Once he was out of solitary, he met up with his cellmate, Michael."Is it true? Did you really kill Jason Kemp?" Michael asked with a mix of admiration and fear.Brent just sighed. "Have you seen him around lately?" He hated stupid questions. "Look, we need to brainstorm on a way to breakout, quickly!"Michael just looked at him like he lost his mind. "You do know where we are...correct?"Brent just looked at him with barely controlled contempt. "Yes, I know where we are located."Michael just shrugged his shoulders. "Okay boss, meet me back in the cell in about 20 minutes."As Brent went outside for some fresh air, Michael went to the cell and waited for his cellmate to return.Brent returned to his cell only to find that Michael was ly
"It is nice to finally meet you Detective Ryans, Detective Stone. May I ask why the two of you are visiting my humble abode?" Warden Scotts, asked suspiciously. "Look, Warden Scotts, we are here to talk to Brent about his latest victim." Sierra wasn't going to give him details. "Oh, you mean Jason Kemp? Well we already know how and why he died. So your services won't be necessary." Warden Scotts smugly smiled. Sierra and Mack looked at each other in confusion then she turned back to the warden. "Wait, what are you talking about? We are here to talk to him about Isabella Fuentes. When did you kill Jason Kemp? Did he tell you his reasoning for killing him?" Sierra didn't understand why Brent would do this. Then she looked at the confusion on the wardens face then continued. "I am only asking because Brent had never killed a man before, it has only been women, they are weaker than he i
Once Brent received his dinner meal, he walked back to the wall of his cell. He reached for the seventh brick down and pulled out his sharpening tools. He would need some sharp weapons for his escape plan to work. He wa so preoccupied with sharpening t he tools that he hadn't noticed someone watching him."What are you doing?"Brent froze, DAMN! I'm seriously slipping as of late! I have got to get it together! "I am doing absolutely nothing." He slowly turned around as he slid his project under his pillow. When he saw who it was he let out a sigh of relief. "Damn it O'Grady! Don't sneak up on me like that again, I almost had a heart attack!" He said as he eyed his visitor warily, still not fully trusting him."Sorry, so have ye made any progress in deciding on an escape plan?" Garrison smiled wickedly.Brent had to be cautious when he answered. He had to have an ace in
The feeling of impending dread never left her body, in fact it actually intensified ever since she left the prison. She knew that Brent was up to something she just didn't know what it was and Warden Scotts thought she was just being paranoid. There was no use worrying about something that hasn't happened so she went into the kitchen and heated herself a TV dinner because she didn't feel like cooking at the moment. She sat in the living room and turned on the television only to find nothing of interest on. So instead of watching TV she ate her meal in silence. Once she was done eating she washed what little dished she had left thanks to Xavier and her intruders. She grabbed herself a couplf of beers from the fridge and headed to the bathroom to draw herself another very hot bubble bath. She was half way down the hall when her cell rang. Someone was calling her from a private number. Now who could this be? She h
Brent could hear the guards coming with the breakfast tray, so he had to act fast. The guards had no idea that he was prone to seizures, so he quickly brought one on. By the time the guards had arrived to give him his food, he was already on the floor and foaming at the mouth!"Open cell B-34 and call and ambulance now!" The guard dropped the tray to help the prisoner.When the ambulance arrived, the EMT's were ushered in. "We have to get him to a hospital STAT! His blood pressure is dropping and his pulse is fading!""Can't he just be transported to the infirmary here at the prison?" Warden Scotts asked when he finally arrived."Sir, if we don't get him to a hospital soon he is going to die!" The EMT stated."Fine, but you have to have two officers accompany you." Warden ordered, not at all happy about this unexpected turn of events. He also didn't like the fact that he had no control in this m
Mack had tried to call Sierra last night, to see if she was feeling any better, but she never answered. He tried to call her again this morning, while he ate a quick breakfast, again she didn't answer. He was headed out the door when his phone rang, it was Sierra. He quickly answered it. "FINALLY! What the hell took you so long to return my call?!" She let out an exasperated sigh. "Sorry, I was in the bath last night and was too tired to return your call, what's up?" He ran his hands through his hair, knowing that this was going to upset her. "Well your worst nightmare is at large!" He could practically feel her tension through the phone. "WHAT! How could that be, we just talked to him yesterday!" She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Mack didn't need to tel lher who escaped, she already knew who it was and that feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach blossomed fully. "
Brent was in the process of seeing a doctor about a new face, when he saw a news bulletin plastering his photo all over the air! SHIT! He quickly looked around to see if anybody had recognized him. He was relieved to find that nobody had even been watching the news. He stood up and casually walked over to the television and turned it to another channel, without the nurses paying attention.He sat back down when a yound nurse, carrying a clipboard came into the lobby. "Mr. Tamaskas, the doctor will see you now."As Brent stood, he gave her a sheepish grin. "Sorry, I'm a bit nervous. I've never done this before."She smiled back. "That's okay, now if you'll please follow me, we can get started."He followed the cute, young nurse down a long corridor. They entered into a room that had lettering on the door that red EXAM ROOM 3. "If you'll please wait here, someone will be right with you."
"Warden Scotts, is it true that Brent Cummings aka 'The God of Torture' has escaped from your facility?" The Warden was surrounded by reporters, when Sierra and Mack arrived. "No comment."Once they reached Warden Scotts, he ushered them inside the prison. At the stench that assaulted her nose, Sierra quickly cupped a cloth over her nose to dampen the smell. "Whew, was there a fire in here?""Unfortunately, yes." Warden answered without looking back. He didn't say another word until he entered his office."Okay Warden, spill it, what the hell happened here?" Mack asked, obviously trying top keep his temper under control."At around eight thirty this morning, the guards were handing out breakfast trays to the prisoners with special allergies When Officer Brooks arrived to Brent's cell he saw that he was having a seizure." Warden poured himself a tall glass of scotch. He slammed the first glass the
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