Jane Adair was one of the rising investigators in her generation leading this murder case of a strange event reported where young girls are being raped and killed after going missing for a week, when suddenly something strange happened to her. She suddenly dreamed of events that will happen that lead her to discover her own murder case. Will she be able to find who killed her? Or a guilty passed events will keep on happening?
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The scent of a burning candle and dried blood, and strong whiskey mix in the air inhaling the scent as my brows furrowed hearing a loud clock ticking as seconds passed by I was getting more anxious about what's happening.
Feeling the exhaustion around my body and my eyes is so heavy, wanting to shut close risking myself if I can't keep myself awake. What time is it now? Where I am? The clothing around my eyes prevents me from seeing anything and trying my best to recollect what really happened a while ago. The coldness seep through my clammy skin and I heard a metallic scratching sound dragging on the floor along the heavy footsteps coming in my direction. I tried to untangle my hand and wiggled it, a hard cold metal wrap around my wrist. Hearing the clanging sound of chains I gasp as I felt the stinging pain poking my legs.
Shit! Inhale, exhale and think! I gasp for air, with my eyes covered in a thick piece of cotton I can only sense thru my ears and fingers, I inhaled the imperturbable air again trying to think of any sign of my escape taking notes on what I can feel and the smell of my surrounding. I can hear noises but it was not clear.
"My, my pretty Jane, what happened, huh? I thought you're so smart but it was easy dragging you here clueless and for a moment there I thought you'll figure out what you're into but I am shocked that you didn't," said a low raspy voice of a man, my brows furrowed. His voice sounded familiar. Where did I hear that voice again? My head moves to figure out where he is, probably at my back—no, at my left side, he's walking behind me, like a predator thinking how will he reap his prey."I'll kill you when I'll get out of here!" I shouted, my teeth gritted. I won't let this man show I am afraid for sure if I do. He'll enjoy it, it's like watching me being helpless, and I am not.
People love to see a man tremble in fear, their ego boost at how their presence made someone frightened, and they want more and more. I heard his menacing laugh as the sound of the metallic scratching earlier continues, with his footsteps coming near towards my direction. And of a sudden I can feel the hard and cold metal in my arms. Poking harshly, I winced in pain and gasped, trying to not sob by the agony it give to me.
"Still fucking determined and arrogant Jane, you still haven't changed a bit," he said with annoyance in his tone. This person knows me well. I grinned, with a stinging pain in my body, I still annoyed this pathetic jerk.
"Why don't you pull off this cotton covering my eyes eh? you're too cool because I can't see your pathetic face, stupid," I said annoyingly and chuckled to piss him off, a great way to provoke him and a chance he will let me see his face. I jerk as the pain of the metallic hits my legs. Despite the pain I laugh but it was not possible. The man in front of me laughs like he knew what was I doing.
"Ah! I see, provoking me to take off the piece of clothing covering your eyes. Sweet, Jane, but not happening," Saying what he observed, I gritted my teeth.
"I see. Wait until I'll find out who you are. I swear I'll make you suffer thrice as what you're doing to me right now," I said, threatening him, but this jerk was too cocky because they trapped me. Then he guffaws, hearing his footsteps pacing back and forth in front of me.
"Stop blabbering Jane, you will be dead tonight I have placed a can of muriatic acid above your head, every hour the chain that is connected to the can will move downward which will push the open can forward and if you move well, it will kill you faster than estimated. Isn't that fascinating, not a right word? I guess the perfect word to put it is exciting," he exuberantly stated. My heart skip a beat, my eyes widened and my body stiffened. What a son of an asshole! No! I am not letting him kill me! I wrangled my hand, trying to get off from the rope that was tightly wrapped around my wrist.
"You! How dare you! I won't let you do this to me!" I yelled with all my breath. I heard him laugh. "Oh! no! don't move Jane you're only making it easy," he said laughing devilishly, I groan feeling the stinging pain in my stomach like a piece of the needle piercing into my body, making my toes curl as my breath turned shallow, gasping an air to ease the torment in my whole system and clenching my teeth hard enough.
"Three hours and thirty minutes Jane, time is ticking," he reminded me, hearing his receding steps echo, and he halted. "Good luck. If God is with you, he will save you this time. But if not, say my regards to him if he's existing. What a poor Jane, what a poor you." A sound of a metallic door closed is the last thing I heard.Chasing a breath as I opened my eyes, feeling the rapid beat of my heart. I get up from lying down, seeing the dimness of the four corners of my room. The strange event of dreams is happening again.
I palmed my hair slightly pulling it, looking at the glass window. I forget to close the curtains, seeing the starless sky and the moon hiding behind the clouds. The stressful feeling of having this kind of dream was here again. I tried to think of a reason for the nightmares happening again, but strange things happened around town when some girls have been missing every week that triggers this nightmare again.
Death. One word the dreams represent. Me in my death. Is that possible, dreaming the same dreams repeatedly? Like those dreams telling me of something, to find that person like it is real, it happens to me I die. It's been troubling me since I was a child. I massage my aching head. But what if Jane it is real? I close my eyes again, recalling my dreams, smelling the Whiskey, candle, and dried blood. Remembering the voice of the man, the sound of the place, the coldness of the surroundings, and the pain.
Biting my lower lip, I need to find out. This is not a co-incident. The girls missing, the dead bodies, the mark of acid in their body, the bruises and the terror in their lifeless eyes. I need to find out who's behind this.
Chapter 10.1.3Unfortunately, there not even a trace of evidence the kidnappers leave behind the scene, the guest where question by the police one by one and only Sebastian was one of the witness except Jane mother and she was glad Sebastian was now safe— As Jane thought of it but someone was trying to put a bait on her.The man standing tall behind them some guest glances at his direction and whispered which he did not even care of what they were talking about him, holding a cigarette in firm as the bored expression displaying on his face as he watched at Jane and Beckket. His brows furrowed, and Beckket face frowned and clicked his tongue to cut off the staring contest that's been going on between Jane and Sebastian."I'm getting jealous," Beckket mumbled, croaking a smile to h
After the incident that happened at the Grand Ball, Jane can't seem to have a good sleep as nightmare keeps on repeating — it was her, tied in a pole and seems helpless as the piercing needle slowly poking her belly, Jane palmed her belly as the nightmare feels surreal to her, croaking her neck to the side placing the mug on the table."It feels so real," Jane whispered as she look at the window shaking her head to erase of the nightmare that have been haunting her.She seat on the bed, staring at her shaking hand, held her head looking at the ceiling and sighed heavily. Still it's a question why she was haunting by the same nightmare, and she's afraid it so much like it's the end of her—the end of her life. Head move to the direction of the empty cup grabbing it and stood up walking to the closed door of her
Unfortunately, the kidnappers didn't leave any trace, and Sebastian was now safe— As Jane thought of it, someone was trying to put a bait. The man standing behind them, holding a cigarette with a firm and bored expression on his face as he looks at Jane and Beckket, with furrowed brows and a frowning face Beckket click his tongue to cut off the staring contest that's been going on between Jane and Sebastian."I'm getting jealous," Beckket said, croaking a smile to hide the seriousness, but then Jane glared at him, raising his hands as a sign of surrender, looking at Jane with a grin on his face. "What is your connection to my sister?" Jane asked the man directly as Sebastian puffed the cigarette straight into her face, but Jane didn't move an inch and after the smoke vanished in the air, Jane raise her hand turned into a fist, smashing her knuckles on Sebastian's face with a smug smile on her l
Jane's eyes moved at the phone screen. Nine'o'clock was shown on her phone screen on the terrace of the second floor. She stopped her walk and stayed for a while while she was typing a message to Austine. The important talk with both her family and Beckket family was still ongoing, and she excuses herself for a lie to pee. No one expected that Sebastian King attended the grand ball. It surprised her and Lane went to the man and their mother let Lane even Jane disapprove of it. Whenever Sebastian King was with Lane, something bad happened to her twin sister. And it's been five years since she had last seen him after the tragic event. Why did Christopher and Sebastian show up? What was the meaning of this?The chilly breeze passed her as her two hands placed at the balusters still looking below, seeing the garden illuminated by the moonlight. Jane's phone
Jane purses her lips as she looks at the pictures, tilting her head to side when she realized something was not right. She fixed the earphone as she heard the static signal of the line, followed by the voice of Austin calling her."Squirrel? Are you in position?" Austin asked over the line, followed by a short radio static. Jane gape at the gun tightly before answering. "Yes," she said and look at the surrounding. She can smell the wreck of alcohol, potent smell of the drugs and burnt cigarettes. Her brows furrowed as she walk to the closed door, she can hear the faint and terrified cries of ladies and laugh of men inside. She gritted her teeth when she realized that they're probably enjoying slaving women. She heard the radio beep again and followed by Austin's voice."Stay in position, the target is
Jane watching her twin walked to the building, it was unexpected move of Lane and why she was here? She opened the driver door and followed her sister to the building. Heart thumping loudly every step she took, her bestfriend Kate was on the same building acting as one of the guest of the suspected murderer, they had a plan to get the suspect in act of transaction of the drugs.And now this, the building she was into was a hotel, and this moment having a grand celebration was being held by Rofeller family who owned the said structure. One of the guest was the suspect murder and drug seller, Christopher Edmonton, and according to their intel, this night, a great deal of drug transaction will be take place during the event.Of course Jane had the list of people to be here and no Lane Adair was on the list. She gave her fake invitation to
Rage, that was Jane, is feeling right now, gripping the handkerchief tightly in her hand as she was attending the Chief's funeral. After the bombing incident, the station reported twenty deaths and others were in minor and critical condition. Beckket was beside her, holding her arms as tears on her eyes drop but there was silence, not even a sob came out her mouth, her thoughts was just revenge, on the front of them was the Chief's daughter and wife, holding the picture frame tightly as they cried in pain and agony on to why their head of the family died without knowing why. Austin was one of the police who is in critical condition and Jane's guilt was eating her alive. "They will pay," Jane whispered into thin air as she look at the casket of their Chief — he's been an outstanding leader to them and Jane is in grief on why did such a kind person had to be like this, it's all her fault
After the incident that happened at the Grand Ball, Jane can't seem to have a good sleep as nightmare keeps on repeating — it was her, tied in a pole and seems helpless as the piercing needle slowly poking her belly, Jane palmed her belly as the nightmare feels surreal to her, croaking her neck to the side placing the mug on the table. "It feels so real," Jane whispered as she look at the window, shaking her head to erase of the nightmare that have been haunting her. She seat on the bed, staring at her shaking hand, held her head looking at the ceiling and sighed heavily. Still, it's a question why she was haunting by the same nightmare, and she's afraid of it so much like it's the end of her—the end of her life. Head move to the direction of the empty cup, grabbing it and stood up, walking to the closed door of her empty room. Her strides were in a hur
Unfortunately, they're not even a trace of evidence the kidnappers leave behind the scene, the guest where question by the police one by one and only Sebastian was one of the witness except Jane mother and she was glad Sebastian was now safe — As Jane thought of it but someone was trying to put a bait on her. The man standing tall behind them some guest glances at his direction and whispered which he did not even care of what they were talking about him, holding a cigarette in firm as the bored expression displaying on his face as he watched at Jane and Beckket. His brows furrowed, and Beckket's face frowned and clicked his tongue to cut off the staring contest that's been going on between Jane and Sebastian. "I'm getting jealous," Beckket mumbled, croaking a smile to hide the seriousness on his voice, but then Jane glared at him, not please of hi
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