Killer road trip (Closed)

[wombat9966]

Dean was bored. Which given his circumstances many people may have found extremely improbable. After all he was sitting in a courtroom currently on trial for twenty counts of murder. The truth was he knew the body count was much higher, in fact closer to sixty and he had wanted to plead guilty, but the high paid attorney his parents had hired would not hear of it and was trying every legal trick in the book to get him off except putting him on the stand.

He couldn't see why that would be a problem. If he really wanted to he could run rings around the prosecutor who was looking to make his name with this case. The guy was a total incompetent doing everything from the playbook of Harvard law, from the upmarket suits to the cheesy smiles. He placed his faith in the DNA evidence way too much, and the eyewitness reports, both of which Dean knew were faulty because he himself had made them so. Yet his highly priced lawyer had not picked up on it yet either. Sometimes it was hard being so smart, part of the reason he had begun doing what he did.

Dean had an IQ that was in the 200 range. Actually no one knew what it was because there wasn't a scale to measure that high. As a kid he had learned all Earth's major languages by 3, Mastered 22 different instruments, painted 12 masterpieces and had begun work on a new Solar battery system 10 times more powerful than the current ones on the market, with panels that could fit on a phone. By the age of fifteen he had a masters in engineering, physics, philosophy, English literacy, The Arts, Chemistry and ten other fields. He was a qualified surgeon and a pilot and had performed with symphonies all over the world. He had sold several small inventions that had made him very rich, and works of art, while several of his masterpieces hung in national galleries in countries all over the world. By eighteen however he knew his life could go two ways. Like the great scientists before him he could invent something brilliant and watch it be turned into something horrible. Or he could just say to hell with it and just have some fun. He had chosen the latter, hence his current situation. Still it was a nice distraction.

Dean had spent the last two months attending this courtroom every day and now knew every inch of the place and fifty seven ways of killing someone with just the every day items in this room, without getting creative. He amused himself by thinking of a new and rather creative way of using the Judges gavel, the stenographers typewriter and a pen and laughed out loud at the vision in his head. Of course this brought the ire of the Judge down on him.

“Just what do you find amusing about these proceedings Mr Walker. I find nothing about what the prosecutor is talking about amusing at all.”

“Oh was he talking,” smirked Dean. “I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention. I mean a two year old could do a better job than him. I could have objected three times already and cited six cases to rebuke three points he has made on which his whole line of questioning hinges and his DNA evidence is shocking and was handled totally incompetently. But why bother your honour. My over priced lawyer is supposed to handle these things not me. What I found amusing was the idea of how high the blood splatter would be if your stenographers typewriter fell from a great height, hit your gavel and propelled a pen into that twits arterial artery,” he smiled.

Of course that did not go down to well and he was bundled down to the cells again. Of course he could have escaped if he had wanted to but he was having too much fun. He had caused this trial to go on for double the time it should have so far costing his Parents a fortune in legal fees and tying up the legal system. He had made sure very early on that they would have no access to his money and had hidden it in offshore accounts and in Swiss vaults under assumed names with no electronic traces that anyone would be able to follow. He had also gained some notoriety and fame but that was not his main objective, he wanted a special someone to know where he was. He was basically whiling away the days until she showed up and then they could have some fun again, but this time he would maybe take a few more people along for the ride.

 

[La_Reina]

Lola stared at the tv with her eyes squinted. She had worked pretty fast considering she wasn't even in the States when Dean got picked up. Being half Japanese and half french she had went on "vacation" meaning she had scouted ahead to plan a special trip for her family reunion. By family reunion she meant her father and uncle who were now currently living together again; the same men who had pimped her out at the age of 7 and then used her until she was 16 and had ran away. It wasn't until she left that her 'guardians' realized how much of a con-woman Lola was. Lola could read people very well and was one of the greatest smooth talkers in existence ... well according to one very intelligent man.

Lola couldn't believe Dean hadn't turned her in and then when she was planning on busting him out she found out his real name ... and his real past ... and that he was old money. At first she was pissed. He had lied to her. Well, he didn't tell her that he was basically one of the richest men on the planet. Like Bill Gates rich. He could be doing anything and instead they had slept in hotels, caused mayhem, and destruction. Was he slumming it by being with her? Lola wasn't stupid. Her guardians had to keep up appearances and so she had attended the best private schools that asked little questions and gotten straight A's. But she was no where near as smart as Dean.

"Fuck it let him rot," but Lola couldn't. She hated to admit that she was ... she needed to know why? Why didn't he give her up? Why? Lola had met Dean in the country. She had just pick pocket 30 people on a ferry and no one was the wiser. Than because she was a complete bitch she brought attention to it and pinned it on this blond bubbly girl by dropping a wallet into her pocket and some empties ones near her and in the water. The girl wouldn't shut the fuck up and kept saying 'Err kay,' Dean had walked up to her later and asked for his wallet back. She had liked the feel of it and handed it back. He didn't even balk that it was empty of any cash. She never took Credit Cards, Debit Cards, or anything traceable. That was stupid.

Then it seemed everywhere she went He was there. She ran more scams in a week and he was always there watching. At first she thought he was a cop, but then this guy wanted more than Lola was going to give him. She purposely ran down an alley knowing the guy would follow. She didn't think he was going to punch her in the face. She was so stunned that her knife laid uselessly on the ground next to her. The guy wasn't satisfied with stunning Lola. He climbed on her and reared back to punch her again. Lola pulled out a second knife and stabbed up in the chest just as she saw a blade enter the top of his skull. Blood sprayed everywhere. Lola looked up into Dean's eyes.

So now she was watching the guards on the CCTV pushing and moving him back down into hold up. She looked to the other guard, Rob, and nodded, "I'm going to make the rounds."

"Okay, and Nikki. You have got to stop talking to the prisoners. A pretty girl like you and if they get the chance they're gonna make you regret being so nice."

Lola/Nikki flung back her blond hair and smiled. "I think they just need a chance to feel human again and realize that God has a plan for them." Rob just shook his head.

Lola wanted to scratch the long blond wig off her head. She hated blond hair, but with the wig, her southern accent, and the bit of hollywood make up she looked nothing like herself. Infact, she looked like the girl next door instead of the punk rocker killer chick that had been sighted with Dean and was currently being hunted. Lola wanted to laugh. If only they knew his counterpart was already in jail and they hired her as a guard! Lola stopped at one of the holding cells and stared at Big Joe. He was nothing more than 120lbs soaking wet and his eyes unnerved most people. He had killer eyes and Lola loved them. He turned to her and stared at her as Lola turned on that country charm. She talked to him about God and that if he repented good things will happen to him. Big Joe had spoke only once to her and that was to ask her why she wasn't afraid of him. She had shaken her head and moved on, but the answer was she knew self defense and Tai kwon do. She was proficient with knives and at the moment always had at least 3 on her. She wasn't afraid, because if he came too closes to the bars she would kill him before he realized what she was doing.

Lola continued for the next 5 minutes preaching and making sure everything was okay with the prisoners when finally she heard the guards coming back with Dean. She wondered what had taken them so long, but she had to execute this exactly. She smiled at Javier who was known to be a lady killer, literally, and laughed at something offensive he said. She backed up and smacked straight into one of the guards. She discreetly dropped a note into Dean's hand and turned to the guard before straightening up and checking her keys, gun, and sighed.

"Sorry, I thought you guys had passed. Is the prisoner locked and secured?"

They double checked that Dean's wrists were cuffed and she saw him eyeing her while trying to give the illusion he had nothing in his hands. Lola flamboyantly used her hands as she spoke to the officers thanking them and again apologizing. What she was actually doing was signing to Dean to read the fucking note which said: Tag! You're it!

Lola then turned her back on Dean, hoping he recognized who she really was (hell this wouldn't be the first time they used disguises) and hoped he remembered one of her favorite hiding places for her blades. All he had to do was slide his hand between her waist band pull out the knife while she took care of the other guard. Then she would calmly use her keys to get them out and just for shits and giggles release all the inmates in lock up. If they were really lucky court proceedings were still going on and they could really have some fun.

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[wombat9966]

Dean had recognized Lola as soon as the guards had dragged him around the corner. There was just that certain air or presence about some people that you never forgot and they couldn't disguise to another true predator. He had shown no signs of recognition though, waiting to see what her play would be. After all she was the reason he had been stalling this case for so long. God just where had she been all this time. She was the only one that had seemed to get the joke the universe was playing, and the only person he could stand being around for any length of time.

When she had bumped into him he had quickly scanned the paper and palmed it. Of course that only took a second but she kept signing him to read it. God she should know by know how good he was. Oh well he supposed it was time to have some fun again. A feral smile broke out on his lips that changed his whole appearance. Gone was the bored looking playboy and in his place was a true alpha predator. His had spent his time chatting and being amicable with the guards and as such they had become very haphazard in their security around him. He was only secured with a pair of handcuffs and to him getting out of them was childs play. In fact he used to do it on every walk back to his cell and re lock them as they got to it. Now he sprung them and turning to the guard on his left smashed them straight across his face breaking his nose, five teeth and both his lips. The man went down in a bloody gurgling heap. Still spinning he came up behind the other guard and using his momentum grabbed his neck and head and jumping twisted in midair while rotating and snapped his neck.

Landing he turned to Lola and straightened his hair while dropping the cuffs. "Well that was fun, but where have you been? It has been hell having to put up with this bullshit for months you know. I expected you weeks ago." He smiled at her then, an actual genuine smile. "I missed you Lol, What say we have some fun. I am pretty sure my case is still going on and I want a word with those pricks. As for my friends here," he said glaring at all the incarcerated killers and they all stepped back knowing a true killer when they saw one, "Why they should have some fun too," he laughed. He reached down and casually took the keys from the guard who was still choking on his own blood and teeth and then pulled his baton and gun off as well. He clubbed him once on the temple killing him instantly and sighed. "No time to play now so you get off lightly Fred. Guess I did like you. Well Lola get rid of that ridiculous wig and lets go have some real fun," he said as he smiled his predatory smile and started to unlock the cells.

"Oh but if anyone touches anybody in court 4 I will personally take great pleasure in killing them slowly," he warned. Even Big Joe and Javier shivered at that and then they all started up the stairs at a rush.

 

[La_Reina]

Lola should have known better. Dean took out both of the guards as she stood there. She could see the other inmates staring at her wondering what Dean was going to do to the pretty country girl. That was until Dean started talking to her and they realized 2 things: Nikki wasn't whom they thought and Dean could have escaped whenever he wanted.

Lola rolled her eyes at Dean and pulled off the blond wig and her ruffled her short black hair. This time it was dyed with a purple mean streak. She ripped off the outer guard's shirt standing in black female's version of a wife beater and beige slacks that seemed to hug her in all the right places. "Dean hun?" Lola said as Dean released the inmates and Lola went over to a circuit breaker and fiddled with the wires. "I locked down the control room, the guard can't get in or out and now he can't phone anyone. His cell phone should be in his locker as guards aren't allowed to have cells on their possession, but ... there's something else I really wanted in this little building."

She walked back over to Dean and gave a small hop knowing he would catch her as she kissed him; her tongue plunging into his. She slid down his body as he released her and she smiled up at him. "Aside from you honey there's this really heavily guarded safety deposit box with some codes that we might find very interesting. And it's this way."

Lola started walking deeper into the jail and the prisoners stopped eyeing her. The door to freedom was just on the other side of the locked door and the only people with keys was Lola and Dean. The inmates looked at eachother there were 7 against 2 and they sure as hell didn't want to go deeper into their cages for a couple of computer nerds.

"Look bitch," one of the prisoners said. Lola stared at him. He usually ignored her and she hadn't bothered to learn his name. "Give me the key, so I can leave or I'll fuck you up."

Lola looked at her watch and sighed. "We don't have time for this. Rotation starts in 10 minutes." She walked up to the guy, literally jumped onto his chest, and with both hands twisted his head snapping his neck. She landed on her feet as he fell to the ground dead. She still had her gun and night stick on her, but she hadn't used it instead wanting to feel him die in her hands. She looked around. "We're going deeper that way. Dean is going to hold me 'hostage' if we run into anymore guards and as we see more inprisoned we're going to let them out. Ready?"

She didn't wait for an answer as she opened the doors that led deeper into the building. "We get these codes in 5 minutes and then go play with Court Room 4." She lead the way and was deeply disappointed that they ran into no one. They found the room she needed which was an armory. As everyone got their own little weapon or what their own little weapon of destruction Lola went to the box and got the codes: launch codes. Then she picked up 2 RPG's. "One would wonder why all this artillary for a supposed little holding cell and court building right?"

"Now we leave," one of the inmates asked the powerful couple. Lola noticed that no one came too close to them and realized Dean was still showing the real him. The scary him and she loved that part of him. She nodded and the inmates whooped ready to be free and packing heat. Lola didn't have that ability like Dean to look innocent and sweet then looked menacing. She always looked sexy and pissed. Even when she tried not to look like it she still saw men eyeing her wondering how she was in bed. She cracked her neck getting angrier just thinking about it.

"Let's go fuck shit up," she said to Dean barely able to control her anger and how she wanted to kill people for locking him up. "Oh and Dean or should I call you Richie Rich... we're gonna have to talk about your finances and work on our communication skills."