Serial Killer Strikes Again

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Samantha screwed up her face and put her money back in the little coin purse. “I know you did it out of kindness and I appreciate it. I made the offer of cash because that’s what my father always did. He said, 'You never know when the person you offer it will need it.' I don’t know you from Adam, but it was a sign of thanks, not meant to be an insult. I’m sorry.” She swallowed her nervousness and turned back to her vehicle.

Her mind kept jumping for joy. “He’s not married. He’s not married,” it kept telling her over and over. She could feel her pulse race as she pulled a piece of library stationary from her briefcase and wrote her cell phone and home phone number on it. She tore it in half and turned back around.

Handing him her information she said. “Call me if you get a flat and I’ll come and get you this time.” Next she handed him her pen and the torn piece of paper. “You write what info you want me to have and I’ll call you when I get home, to make sure you make it. Unless you call me first pleading to be rescued,” she grinned and watched him write the information down. When the slip of paper made it back into her hand, she glanced at it, memorized the numbers and slipped the sheet into her pocket.

Sam thanked him for helping her and opened the door to her vehicle. She was about to get in when she thought of asking him to come back to her place for supper. “Marc,” she called. He stopped and turned. “Say it,” she told herself. “Ask him back for supper... he didn’t take your money.” “Ummm... thanks again and I’ll call you when I get home if you don’t call me.” She climbed in and started her car. “Idiot,” she called herself, her voice filling up the confines of her car. “Another one bites the dust, she thought as she started the SUV and pulled away.

She waved goodbye to him and flipped her radio on. The classic from Queen filled the interior of her car and she almost cried as Another One Bites belted out from the speakers. “Figures,” she muttered.

 

[Wyld52771]

Martin Glenville

This woman was hornier than HE was...something he hadn't thought possible. She'd raised her skirt in invitation and when he'd seen she wasn't wearing panties, he smiled, putting his hand between her legs as she drove, first rubbing her clit, and then slipping two fingers inside her. She shuddered and moaned.

He grinned, and asked her teasingly, "You like that, baby?"

She moaned again, "Mmmm..yes daddy. I love your fingers deep inside me."

Marty was a little bit weirded out by the fact that she was calling him daddy, but not enough that he was gonna stop. When she'd grabbed his crotch in the bar and told him she wanted to fuck, his cock had swollen stiffly, and he'd only gotten more and more aroused as things progressed. He began pushing his fingers wetly in and out of her. She moaned loudly again, and he leaned over, whispering in her ear, "If you think THAT feels good, just wait til you feel my cock, baby." He gently grabbed one of her hands, placing it on his rock-hard erection, attempting to show her how excited he was. He felt her begin to massage him through his jeans, and moaned in return.

They left the city limits and drove for about twenty minutes, before taking a back road, and then drove for maybe another half hour or so. Marty didn't recognize where they were, but assumed they were going back to her place, and was pretty buzzed from those last couple shots at the bar and too distracted by her touch to notice much anything else. He continued fingering and rubbing her clit, bringing her to the brink of orgasm over and over, and then stopping teasingly before slowly starting again, trying to build the anticipation. It took all his willpower not to cum as she massaged him, first through his jeans, and then unzipping him, pulling his cock out and stroking him slowly as her other hand gripped the steering wheel.

The van slowed as it approached the entrance of a long driveway, and she pulled the van into it, going up a hill to an old farmhouse. She parked the car, and he leaned over, kissing her deeply. She met his mouth hungrily, their tongues intertwining, leaving him almost breathless. She put a hand on his chest, pushing him back gently...

 

[Babette_____]

Angelica’s cunt was throbbing and she knew she’d have to punish Marty for making her pussy want his cock. She pushed him back and opened her door and climbed out. She heard his shut and knew he was following her across the gravel and onto the sidewalk. The cold air hit her legs and she shivered. When they got inside she smelled the sterile scent of her home. “Sorry about the odd fragrance.” She told him tossing her keys to the table near the door. “Mom was ill and well she had all her home health care done in here before she passed on.”

She walked into the kitchen and looked back. “Grab a beer from the fridge if you want. I gotta piss,” she told him. Angelica moved to the bathroom and used the facilities. She then popped a couple of tylenol for the headache that was threatening to appear again. She looked in the mirror, freshened her makeup and saw her father looking at her. “You’re dirty sweetie. Let me clean you,” She shivered in disgust and tossed back her hair. “When your done Dad... its my turn. You hurt Mom tonight didn’t you?” “It was her fault baby girl... It was her fault."

Angelica sneered, plastered a smile on her face and headed to the kitchen. Marty wasn’t there and she shrugged. She went to the living room and found his clothes laying on the floor. “Anxious?” she asked.

“Very... I mean... you wanted to fuck and that’s why I’m here. Let me show you how much you’ll like this,” he told her.

Angelica smiled. “Where do you want me?”

“Well... seeing as you’ve been calling me Daddy. Why don’t we keep playing that game,” Marty said, patting his lap. “Come here and sit on my lap, sugar cube.”

If she wasn’t so slick with juice she’d have sliced his throat right then. She smiled instead. “Sugar Cube?” she chuckled and straddled his hips. Her skirt rode up her thighs and she grabbed his cock. With one quick impalement she rammed his shaft into her pussy and started to ride him. Every thrust was driven hard into her and every time his hips lifted she moaned in excitement. “Oh Yes... Daddy... please Daddy... don’t stop,” she cried out as she took his cock deep inside her warm cunt.

When he shot his seed deep into her, Angelica coated his shaft with her fluids. She shook free all the come and milked his cock dry. “Thanks,” she muttered.

“Only the beginning baby girl,” Marty replied.

“My turn?” she asked.

“Sure,” Marty grinned. Though he wondered how that last time hadn’t been her turn. What did he care though. He was here to fuck and that was what she wanted.

“Follow me,” she told him. Taking his hand in hers, she led him up the stairs, past her bedroom and to a room at the end of the hall. “Tell me Marty... How bad do you want to fuck me again? Can I tie you up and fuck you senseless with my mouth?”

 

[Wyld52771]

Martin Glenville

So, she was into bondage. Well, he could handle that...in fact, what she suggested sounded like a hell of alot of fun! "Sounds good to ME, babe...and maybe after that, we can switch places and I'll do the same for you." He grinned, lewdly winking at her.

She opened the door, leading him into the room, and clicking on the small bedside lamp. Marty looked around the room,his alcohol-fogged brain trying to register what he was seeing.

The walls of the room were a soft pink color, with multicolored balloons, rainbows, and unicorns painted on the walls. The bed was decorated in pink and white lace, stuffed animals laying atop it, and porcelain dolls and ornate crystal knick knacks lined the shelves on the walls. Next to the lamp, a jewelry box with a little ballerina spun around, the innocent sound of the tinkling music at odds with what might be going on in this room shortly. Marty had the feeling that he was in a little girl's room. He looked at her, confused. "Umm...are you sure you want to do this in here?" She looked at him seductively in reply, and lead him to the bed. Looking down at his semi-erect cock, and remembering the wild fuck they'd just had downstairs, and he shrugged, thinking, "Well, it's a bit kinky, but what the hell? Should be one hell of an interesting story to tell the guys tomorrow."

 

[poohlive]

Trevor Freedman: Hotel Manager

The running water made its constant presence in the background. The drone was silenced away into that category of the brain known as, "Not now." This little piece is what turns down certain feelings and reactions. It makes sounds fade away leaving you free to think, or makes the feeling of clothing constantly rubbing against your skin push asidefor other more important things.

The "Not now" part of the brain is the precursor to the procrastination part of the brain. And if that isn't a lot of p's in one sentence, I don't know what is, ha ha. Procrastionation has a somewhat different function in the brain than "Not now," though. "Not now" deals with things that are unimportant, distractions that sway the thought process. Procrastination is an active attempt to make important things go away by not thinking about them and then doing them at the last possible moment.

Which is what Trevor was doing right now. He held the mattress up against the bedsprings, his muscles taut and determined not to let this thing fall down on him. The mattress, an aged and ugly brown queen size, began folding in on him. Both corners collapsed leaving Travor in the middle trying to hold the silly thing all by himself.

His hands were outstretched as far as possible to keep the mattress up, but also to keep it away from him. If he only just used his back he could flip this thing, put on the bedspread, and go back to his half finished porn and bag of Cheeto's. The mattress however, had an already decaying yellow stain on it, that grew shades brown as it reached the edge. He didn't want any of it that stain trouching him, not if he could help it.

The mattress threatened to fall on him though, leaving him with two options. Either let it go, or touch the stain and flip this fucking bitch. Biting down hard, Trevor realized that the power of porn and Cheetoh's is just too strong a call to deny. He would easily spend a few seconds wallowing in a customer's urine stained sheets if it meant getting back to Jenna Jameson.

He leaned into the mattress, spread his hands wider to get a better grip, picked up the whole thing using his knee as leaverage and gave a grunt as he hurled it into the air. The thing made a lazy roll on its side, and landed crooked on the boxspring below.

The stain was now on the underside, and with a little adjustment on the boxspring Trevor gave himself a hearty smile. It looked good on him. He was only 28 after all. If nothing else, he had his youth going for him. A small wiry man with bright green eyes and a nose too big for him. He had that weird springy game-show host hair which always looked unclean. His skin had a healthy glow, though. Years ago it had been pasty and pale, with acne running a plague upon his face. He had gotten a cream out of one of those crappy late night infomercials though, and it had cleard right up. Putting it altogether didn't add to much, but damned if he didn't look good when he smiled.

Trevor had these ego boosting thoughts run through his mind as he put the bedspread on. He had to clean out the sink, where he spent the better part of a half hour cleaning the stain in the first place, trying his best to get rid of it. If he had done so when the customer told him early this morning, it wouldn't have been a problem.

"If the fucking bitch hadn't wet herself, it wouldn't be a problem either," he muttered under his breath, making sure the sheets were tucked under the bed tight.

Didn't matter though. The stain was gone. He took out the rest of the trash, cleaned up his own mess, and gave one final look over the room. Not too bad. It wasn't a penthouse at the Ritz, but it was worth every penny of 39.95 a night, including deposit.

Trevor went back to the door, grabbed the old key with an oversized 19 hanging from the keyhole, and walked back down to his Clerk's office. Jenna Jameson was waiting for him, and she had brought snacks...

Trevor likes it when they bring snacks.

 

[jushorny]

Marc Jordan

I felt a bit sorry I came on so strong about Samantha offering me money. But the feeling quickly left my brain as she handed me a piece of paper with her telephone numbers on it, then gave me a piece to write mine down on for her. I, like she did, wrote down both my home and cell number, letting her know my cell was on and with me 24 hours a day.

Samantha made sure to let me know to call if I needed to be rescued. I wanted to ask if that included any type of rescue, like would needing to be rescued from loneliness count? I almost asked if she’d like to have dinner. My mind however was telling me a beautiful librarian like Sam would have little need or interest in a guy like myself. I made a mental note to myself to revise my New Year’s Resolutions, wanting to add one about reading more, visiting the library, for probably the first time in since high school, well, not counting the prison library of course.

I opened her door and again admired her beauty as she sat down in the driver’s seat. I looked into her soft loving eyes when she started to ask me a question. I smiled, she looked so very cute when all she said was Thanks and that she would call when she got home. Something inside me made me think that was not what she originally was going to say. It gave me a glimmer of hope that maybe I did have a chance. “Not a problem at all Samantha, it was a pleasure helping you as well as a pleasure meeting you. Make sure you lock the doors while you drive as well as the ones at your home, there is a killer around these parts.” I gave her a wink and closed the door. I stood there and watched as she drove off with a wave of her hand. As I walked to my truck I wondered if in fact she would call later. Most likely, I told myself, trying not to be too disappointed, I wouldn’t hear from her until morning, after her tire was fixed.

Once I got home, I checked the thermostat and turned it up a degree or two before stripping down for a hot shower. The steamy water warmed my body, thawed out my fingers, and made me feel human again. My mind mentally picturing Samantha naked, standing in this shower with me. True, I barely got a glimpse of her body, seeing not much more than those beautiful legs, but a mind can imagine. Once thoroughly clean and warm I wrapped a towel around myself and headed into the kitchen. I grabbed myself a beer while looking around for something that sounded good to eat for dinner.

 

[Babette_____]

Angelica laughed. “I left it this way only because my parents insisted. They never changed it when I left. When I came back to help mom I asked if I could. You’d thought I killed Dad the way she reacted! She started to cry!” Angelica shrugged. “At least she was happy.”

“Well... I understand about keeping your parents happy. Besides this just adds to the Daddy role don’t it. I mean what’s better then coming in here while my little girl is sleeping, sliding into her little pink bed and waking her up while I fuck her pussy. It wouldn’t have the same hot effect if it were in your parents room,” Marty said.

“Exactly,” she grinned and stepped up to him. “Believe me Marty. If we don’t do it here, you won’t get the full effect and you’d be very sad. I plan on cleaning you from all your worries tonight?”

“My worries huh.. I’m hoping you’ll clean my cock baby girl,” he pulled her into his arms and started to unzip her leather vest.

She grabbed his fingers and stopped his movements. “Oh Marty... I plan on draining you dry.” She stepped away. “Look up,” she told him.

Marty looked up at the ceiling and saw a circle that was attached to the plaster and wood by bolts. He’d missed it earlier when he’d come in because the hinge that was also there helped hold the iron ring against the ceiling. The entire thing had been painted to match the color of the ceiling so it all blended with the room. His eyes never really caught notice of it. “What do you do with that?” he asked. He had a clue but he wanted to make sure before he looked stupid.

“Well you lower the circle so I can slip,” she paused and walked over to the closet and continued, “this chain through them. Then I’ll attach these cuffs to your wrists.”

His brow shot up and he thought a minute. “I don’t know... we just met and well... Ah hell, I got my legs free.”

Angelica grinned. “That’s okay. If you want I’ll do one arm and we can play that way. I don’t mind.”

“Fuck,” Marty thought. “If she’s willing to do that then hell I don’t have to worry and like I told her I’ll have my legs free.” “Nay, its okay. We’ll play your way first and then my way. I like the idea of fucking you when your all tied up.”

She pressed a kiss to his lips. “Thanks Dad.” She gave him the shiny steel chain. “Would you loop that in the circle please?” she asked. "Then I'll put on these cuffs," she grinned wickedly.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

All the way home Samantha was nervous. She’d pick up her phone dial his number in and then put it down. “He’s fine,” “You don’t know him,” “You’re being silly.” All these little sentences ran through her mind as she pictured scene after scene of Marc losing control of his vehicle because the tire blew and he was on a curve. Or it blew and he pulled off to flag down assistance and the serial killer found him. Worse... he was lying dead in a ditch because he’d rolled the car from the tire blowing and wasn’t wearing his seat belt.

Finally when she reached her house she wasted no time in doing the usual things, like hauling the trash back to the garage or taking some time to refill the bird feeders. She instead grabbed her things from the SUV, locked it, and quickly scurried to the house. She unlocked the door, shut it, and grabbed her cordless. While she took off her coat and kicked off her shoes, she typed in the number to his home. She’d memorized it with the single glance she’d given the paper, not to mention his cell number was imbedded in her mind as well as now stored permanently stored in her cell phone because she got tired of punching it in. Now all she had to do was hit the number two and he was there. Her vet held the honor of the number one.

As she took the stairs to head toward her private bathroom the phone started to ring. Suddenly she hung up, “No way am I talking to him while I have to pee!” She hurried to the bathroom. When she was finished taking care of things she washed her hands and pushed redial. The phone again started to ring and she started unbuttoning her blouse when he picked up and said “hello” she was gasping from trying to wiggle out of her shirt and still hold the phone.

“Hey,” she said, her voice was quick and hurried.

“Ummm... Sam?” he asked.

“Yep, one sec.” She dropped the phone on the bed and watched it roll off and land on the floor. “Damn. Sorry,” she yelled to the phone. “Dropped the phone,” she yelled again. She finally got her blouse and her skirt off, picked up the phone and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Sorry about that.”

She could hear his laughter. “It’s all right. I take it you got home safe?”

“Yes and so did you?”

“Yes.”

“Great. I was worried. I have an imagination that just won’t quit,” she replied, finally getting her breath back.

“Oh?” he asked wondering what she’d imagined.

She sighed, “Yes. I imagined lots of things. Tire blown out, rolled cars, serial killers nabbing you. That would suck!”

She heard him laugh again, “Yes it certainly would.”

“It would ruin a person’s day,” she chuckled. “Hold on one sec please. I have to get dressed. I feel kinda strange talking to a man I don’t know in my bra and panties,” she laughed and set the phone down. She grabbed a T-shirt and a pair of white shorts. “Back,” she said talking into the receiver.

 

[Tseranc]

Woods

Wow, this Hallenbeck guy likes busting balls of his beat cops…maybe more then I do…

While his words were harsh, he felt no need to add to them, though if a leak came form this team, Hallenbeck would be the very least of concerns…Woods would make so none of them so much as get to write a ticket in any moderately respectable town. Hell, guarding a parking lot from the dangers of liter bugs might be all they could hope for in law enforcement.

“Looks kids…this is all well and good, I’m glad you’re both in, welcome to the friggin’ party. However, it’s now 9 O’ clock, and I think it’s best we pick this up in the morning. Be here at about 8.” He turned to Jerry, “You bring in something for breakfast…doughnuts, pastires, I don’t care, so long as it is full of sugar. You (turning to Lisa) make damn sure that coffee pot in the break room is ready, hot and full. In fact, screw that…lets get a pot in here for ourselves…we’ll need it.”

He turned back to address the lot of them, Hallenbeck included.

“OK, we’ve all met, and know who is who, we’ll trade cell numbers, and tomorrow, don’t show up looking like a cop. From here out we’ll never know when we gotta go hit the field. Where what you walk your dog in, or to go grocery shopping.”

As they all began trading cell phone numbers, he caught himself wondering just what officer O’Connell wore shopping…

Once done he inquired, “Anyone here know a good pub?”

 

[Wyld52771]

Martin Glenville

Marty shrugged, "Okay," he said, and looped the chain through the loop like she asked. She attached the cuff on one end, moving forward to kiss him and stroke his cock, as she latched it around his wrist. He smiled, looking forward to seeing where this was gonna lead, his cock stiffening fully. She pulled the opposite end of the chain down, latching the cuff on that end and clasping it around his other wrist, his arms now raised over his head with only a little bit of slack. He was facing the bed, about a foot away from the footboard, the stuffed animals seeming to watch him intently.

She gave him another quick kiss and winked as she said, "Don't go anywhere, daddy. I'll be right back." She moved behind him and he craned his neck, trying to see what she was doing, feeling very vulnerable manacled like this. "What are you doing, babe?" he called out nervously. "Don't worry," she replied, "I'm won't leave you." He heard the closet door open and the a jingling noise and the sound of metal on metal. He felt her hand moving down his back, and reaching around stroking his hard cock again. "Close your eyes, daddy...you're little girl is going to give you a special treat."

He smiled, leaning his head back, moaning as her hand moved faster, stroking his erect cock with renewed vigor. He sensed her kneeling before him, and shuddered in anticipation...until he felt something cold wrap around his ankles, clasping with a small clicking noise. She suddenly stood up before him, smiling, and he looked down, seeing his ankles were now fastened to two metal rings which and been cleverly camoflagued in the heavy shag of a pink throw rug at the foot of the bed. He suddenly realized he could not move at all, held immobile by the metal manacles latched around his limbs...and suddenly he felt sober, overcome with an unexplainable feeling of dread.

 

[Babette_____]

Angelica sat back on the bed and smiled at him. Her eyes moved down his body and up again. She never had removed her clothes. She still wore the tight leather vest, the matching skirt, the thigh high boots, but now her make-up no longer accented the eyes of a seductress, but a woman of passion... passion for something that Marty no longer thought was fun.

“You know... maybe this isn’t a good idea after all. I mean, I was all right with the arm thing, but now I can’t move and that’s kinda... well hell... kinda freakin’ me out,” he told her.

She shifted on the bed and leaned back slightly. “So,” she said. She leaned over and opened a drawer in the night stand on her bed. “You know. I’ve been disappointed lately. I mean I go to all this bother the papers don’t even show a decent picture of the people. Fuck I mean why dress them all up if no ones gonna see how pretty they are when I’m done.”

“What?” Marty asked not understand and getting the feeling that he didn’t want to either.

Angelica started taking pictures. The digital camera’s flash caused Marty to clench his eyes and turn his head. “Don’t do that,” she said.

She put the camera on the bed and went back to the closet. As Marty tried to free himself from the cuffs he continued attempting to look behind him and see where Angelica was going. He didn’t see what made the sound, but he did hear it. He shuddered praying to a God he’d long forgotten that what he thought he heard wasn’t what he knew deep down he’d heard. The first searing slice brought a scream from his lips. “Oh God!”

Angelica watched the blood seep from the eight inch slice she’d opened on his back. She tipped the antique calvary sword up and watched the blood slowly trickle down. She heard his screams and closed her eyes. The sound was music to her ears and she made another slice into his flesh.

Marty bucked and screamed again. In his mind he knew what was happening. The pain was excruciating. The burning sensation brought a feeling of nausea to his stomach and he knew before the night was through he’d been dead. He twisted on the cuffs, unable to break free. A third and a forth slice was delivered up his skin.

She placed each slice on his flesh with precision. She’d been forced to sit on her father’s lap while he did autopsies on patients. He’d play with her cunt while he’d tell her where to make the next cut on the cadaver. When she’d cut to deep he’d punish her by making her take his cock in her ass. When Angelica made the right cut she was rewarded with his cock slamming into her pussy. After years of the abuse Angelica knew exactly how deep to go in order to keep her victim alive.

Blood slid down his body, his screams filled the air, and Angelica watched her father bleed for her. “What’s wrong Daddy?” She asked. Angelica smiled up at her father, no longer was Marty in front of her. “Daddy... you’ve hurt mom. She came home and she saw you. She yelled at me. Said it was my fault and I had to pay. But... you’re not mom. I’ll get her later. I always do.”

Angelica sat on the bed and placed the tip of the sword against the steel cuff and smiled up at her father. “Once your clean... once I’ve cleansed you of the nasty things inside you, you’ll not hurt me any more Dad.” The 1860 Wilkinson sword’s 35 inch blade, slowly ran the entire length of Marty’s leg from ankle to hip. Angelica watched in awe as the crimson liquid seeped from the strong muscled body of her father. She wasn’t aroused sexually. This wasn’t about sex for Angelica. This was about a purpose in her life. She was here to clean the souls of those that used people and with ever slice she made over his skin, more evil slipped away.

 

[Wyld52771]

Detective Michael Hallenbeck

Although he meant all the things he'd said to the beat cops assigned to the task force, he realized he hadn't been the most diplomatic about it. After the fact, Michael realized he was being harsh with the other two officers, but he couldn't take back what was said without seeming like weak-willed and indecisive.

He could blame his irritability on a number of things. The fact he hadn't slept much since this case had started. That the press was hounding him for information. That the chief had been browbeating him by pressuring him for daily for updates, and reminding him that the Comissioner was watching the case closely. That the information hotline was flooded with prank calls and paranoid people who just BELIEVED that their neighbor MUST be the killer. The fact that he felt that Woods was trying to push his buttons. But in the end, he had to place the blame on himself for pushing himself too hard. "Fuck it," he thought, "I've gotta get the hell out of here for awhile. Maybe a drink or two isn't such a bad idea."

He looked at Woods, and said, "Yeah, I know a place. It isn't too far from here...kind of a hang out for off-duty cops. After the day I had, I guess a few drinks wouldn't hurt." He looked at the group standing in front of him and he said, and thought he'd extend a peace offering for his harsh words earlier. "Let's head out...First round's on me, folks."

 

[Babette_____]

Marty hung there barely breathing. He’d begged and pleaded, screamed for mercy, but his words fell on empty ears as Angelica spoke to a man that Marty had somehow become. In his mind he tried to focus on his girlfriend. Her smile, her laughter, the way she smelled. He found her in his mind. She was beside him touching his face now. No longer was the demoness with the sword taking her pain out of him. Jill was with him. She was pressing a kiss to his ear and whispering to him that she was there to take away the hurt. She brought a cloth to his face to clean his tear streaked cheeks. Marty woke up and looked into the eyes of evil as he found one speck of renewed energy. As the chloroform soaked rag covered his face he tried to buck his body from the devil, but he failed. Jill came back to him and she held him in his arms.

Angelica walked away and left the unconscious man hanging there limply. She moved to her parent’s bedroom and brought out cart and a sheet of plastic tarp. She released Marty’s ankles first, slipped the tarp under him, and then stood on a step ladder so she could release his wrists. She pushed his body just as she released the last cuff and he fell limp to the floor hitting the tarp. Angelica climbed down and viewed him. The brand was there, burnt into his skin. She smiled. That was when he confessed his sins. He’d lost consciousness for the last time after she’d burned his name into his flesh... DAD.

She smiled and bent down, soon the wire was wrapped around his ankles and wrists and she wrapped his body in the tarp, securing it with rope. She struggled lifting him the few inches it took to get him onto the cart, but after several minutes she succeeded.

Satisfied with her work. She quickly removed her clothes, washed what blood he’d smeared on her off, and then got dressed. “The jeans and turtle neck will cover the rest and it’s a lot more sensible then that damn leather number I wore for him,” she thought to herself.

She brushed her hair and tossed it into a loose braid. She checked Marty to make sure he was still unconscious. He was and she gripped the cart’s handles. “Let’s go meet the public,” she smiled. She pushed the bloody figure to a small door across from the top of the stairs. She opened it up, revealing the pull system she’d installed back when her father had taken to needing a wheelchair, but refused to take the downstairs bedroom.

She pushed the cart in and followed in beside it. Her fingers slowly eased the rope; the pull system worked beautifully. Wheeling him to the van was no problem and she opened the back and used the small lift peddle on the cart to raise him to the level of the van’s bed. “I love fancy museum shit,” she grinned. Angelica pushed the man into the back of the van and shut the doors on him. “Stay put Dad.” She put the cart in the garage and heard the music that she’d left playing earlier. She closed her eyes and listened to the hymnal and she knew the words were to thank her for her help.

She grabbed the black bag that her father had carried around with him whenever he was called to a murder scene that was off his normal shift. She’d traded his tools of the trade for hers. She got in the van and made her way back to the city. Her ears tuned into anything that Marty might have to say. “Thank you baby.” “You’re welcome mom... but this doesn’t change anything.” “I know.”

 

[Katamari Roller]

About the Task Force getting drunk

"I guess you mean Mason's, right? Not three streets away. I happen to know the owner." Lisa rose her arms, crossing them behind her head, as she stretched. She was trying to clear some doziness away. However, it was pretty useless. After all, they would have to sleep tonight, and...

...and this would screw her biological clock. She accustomed to the night shifts a month ago, and now this screwed her all over again. Lisa relaxed her arms, and rubbed her eyes, trying to get a little bit more awake. This was probably the reason she seemed gloomy tonight. She probably didn't look well in the mornings. She turned around, and opened the door. Then, she sank her hands into her jacket's pockets, and looked at her three partners with slightly more live eyes.

"Shall we go, then?"

 

[redbaron05]

Jerry Smith

Looking at the other Jerry stands, "Let me get out of this uniform and into some civvies and I'll catch you guys down at Mason's in a bit." Jerry pops his back as he stands it had been a long day maybe a drink was what he needed to relax. Excusing himself he heads for the locker room showers and changes making sure he has his back up piece in his ankle holster, and heads out to his truck and heads over to Mason's to join the rest of the team.

 

[Wyld52771]

Detective Michael Hallenbeck

Michael walked out to the parking lot alongside Agent Woods and Officer O'Connell, not saying a whole lot. The two of them chatted with each other a bit, making small talk and as they walked out the door to the parking lot. Michael looked at them and said, "Well, my car is this way. I'll see you both at Mason's."

As he walked across the lot, he found himself thinking about the case again, and how he might implement the two officers added to the task force. Of the seven victims...the three in Plainsfield and the other four from the surrounding areas...six of them had shown evidence of alcohol in the bloodstream. This lead him to believe that the killer might be trolling the bars for her victims. "Hmm, he thought to himself, "maybe Smith and O'Connell might be useful doing some undercover work in the bars and clubs while Woods and I do surveilance. Put a wire on em and see what happens." The seventh victim, the woman found here in Plainsfield left a shred of doubt, since she hadn't had any alcohol according to her autopsy report, but it might worth a shot. Also, interviewing local bar owners and bartenders might be something to look into as well. There were alot of bars in Plainsfield, so it'd take quite a bit of legwork, though.

He reached his car, slid behind the steering wheel, started up his car, and drove out of the lot. Mason's was only three blocks away, and he parked his car out front. He didn't see Woods and O'Connell yet, so he headed on into the pub. Walking through the front door, and heading up to the bar, he saw Matt was behind the bar. He waved, knowing Matt from when he was back on the force.

Matt's boisterous voice rang out loudly, "Well! Lookee here! Good ta see ya again, Mikey. It's been awhile...how's it hangin'?"

"Pretty good, man...it's good to see you too," he replied, sitting down. "Can I get a beer?"

Matt smiled, and said, "Sure thing, Mikey. Hell, first one's on me." As Matt turned away to get a beer for him, Michael's eyes scanned the pub, which was pretty busy. His eyes widened in surprise...was that...?

"Oh shit," he mumbled. Ivy Tanne was sitting down at the far end of the bar, nursing a drink. Right as he saw her, she looked up and spotted him as well, and grinned mischieviously. She got up, and started heading over to him. His eyes followed her...she WAS a very attractive woman...but he felt a bit of apprehension watching her, knowing that she was going to start trying to grill him for info about the case.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Lisa walked out with the others, remaining mostly silent. As the group walked past the officers on the reception, she gestured with her head at Roy, her hands still deep in her jacket's pockets.

Now, after Hallenbeck left, she stood beside Woods. So far, he seemed like someone more approachable than Hallenbeck. She looked down the street, to Mason's. The lights were on, and the parking lot was pretty much full. I guess I'll go walking. No sense in taking the car for such a short stretch. Lisa looked at Woods, wondering if he had a car.

"Mason's is over there." She gestured with her head. "Follow me." Lisa started walking calmly. No sense in hurrying there.

 

[jushorny]

Mar Jordan

Sure I knew I had told myself I would wait for her call, that it wouldn’t be me dialing first. Sometimes I can kid even myself, there was something that attracted me to that librarian, wasn’t sure what it was as of yet, but I was determined to find out. I threw on a pair of boxers and stretched back on the sofa before dialing her number with my cell. She didn’t pick up, leading me to believe maybe she did have a husband and family, maybe she was busy preparing dinner. A few minutes later my phone rang, Samantha was on the other end.

I wasn’t sure if she was nervous or just normally a bit clumsy but I had to laugh when I heard her phone drop and hit the floor. We exchanged greetings and verified we both made it home safely.

“You have to get dressed I asked?” Picturing in my mind what she would look like without her clothes as I gave a short chuckle.

“Welcome back, so what are you wearing now, Sam?”

“T-shirt and shorts, comfy clothes.” She answered.

“Nothing like getting off the work clothes at the end of the day is there.”

I wanted to continue our conversation, but I just didn’t know what to say. We exchanged small talk for a while when I finally said I should let her get back to her family. I had to admit I was fishing with that comment and received the answer I was hoping for, that there was no family, that yes, she was single.

So naturally my next questions was “Have you been married before?”

 

[Babette_____]

Angelica went to Fisherman’s Wharf and noticed that the place was still abandoned and she was thankful for the time of year. The night was at its darkest and she switched to her parking lights. She eased slowly into the tourist trap that would normally be a buzz in the hot summer sun, but with the lake frozen and the cold January air biting and stinging at people, no one was about at this time of night.

“Here we are Daddy. I know it isn’t the place we came to when I was a kid, but it’s the best I got. If you and mom hadn’t made me move from Seattle I could have kept taking you to more familiar stomping grounds, but you didn’t so...” She parked the vehicle behind the Twisty Freeze and jumped out. She walked to the back of the van and grinned. “Timed it right again baby girl.” “I know mom... I know what I’m doing.”

Opening the van doors it became obvious why Angelica was smiling. Marty was starting to wiggle. She’d be able to ease the last of his evil from him, making him pure for mankind. She pulled the tarp with Marty still in it and though he started to struggle it wasn’t much of one. The bag had several pools of blood gathered in its folds and she knew Marty didn’t have much fight in him and his actions were more reflex than anything.

She let the bloody plastic and the man hit the concrete. She then slipped on her gloves and removed her rope tossing it in the van. Very carefully, similar to someone unrolling the dough from the pop open cans from Pillsbury, Angelica released Marty’s curled figure. She let the pools of blood pour then drip over his dying form. Then folded the tarp up and placed it in a black garbage back. She kept everything at an arms distance and heard her mother’s “Good job” when all she got on her was a few splashes of blood on her boots.

Opening the bag she pulled out the gag and wrapped it around Marty’s mouth. The gag wasn’t you’re run of the mill cloth. It was a black ball of rubber and she inserted it between his teeth and rested it on his tongue. She shuddered as a memory of her father introducing the gag into their play. It was when she’d been allowed to have a slumber party for one of her birthdays and he’d come home drunk. He’d seen her friends all sleeping and found her going to the bathroom. He’d pulled her to the library and shoved the “toy,” the name he called it, into her mouth and abused her body continuously. Her screams were never heard by her friends.

She reached for the sword and bent down to rest behind Marty. She lifted his head, gripped his hair and pulled back, with one quick motion his life was ended. The blood spurted out. Angelica watched it spray forward, an unexpected breeze sprayed some back into her face and she closed her eyes enjoying the feeling of the warm splatter. The pulsing blood was minimal, the grand show was over in seconds. She dropped his head and tossed the sword and all her belongings back in the van. Pulling a wet wipe from the black bag and a mirror, she cleaned her face and neck. Soon she was another average American and was heading back to the country to freshen the place up for another day. She looked at the clock and grinned. 11:59. “Close one Sugar Cube.” “Oh Dad... you didn’t like that name did you?”

When Angelica got home she noticed the bloody footprint on the peddle of the vehicle. “Damn,” she thought. “It’s only a boot print baby girl.”

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Samantha had gotten lost in his voice. The sound just seemed to seem so warm and welcoming, she wondered what he was thinking, doing, wearing. She slipped back to the head of her bed and crossed her legs in front of her while they chatted. She was disappointed when he mentioned hanging up, she wondered if she had sounded desperate or boring. The conversation did continue briefly when he asked if she’d ever been married.

“Yes. I’m divorced now. We were married for two years and split last Christmas. Been over a year now.” She got quiet wondering if he’d want to know more or not. All she heard was a “sorry to hear” and she responded politely, “it happens.”

With a bit of a sigh she finally conceded that she had bored him enough. “I guess I should be going. I’m sure we both have work in the morning. I’ll call you when they have my tire fixed and let you know when I can bring you yours or you can come and pick it up.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Great,” she smiled into the phone. “Well... bye and thanks so very much. It was a pleasure meeting you.”

“The pleasure was all mine.”

Sam blushed and grinned wide. “Thanks Marc and I’ll call you tomorrow when I know something.”

“All right. Bye and lock up the place.”

“Bye and don’t worry I have already and you too.”

“I have too. Bye.”

“Bye,” she paused and slowly hung up the phone, hoping for some reason to keep him on the line with her. She finally conceded and hung up the phone and her shoulders slumped. She went down to the kitchen and grabbed some lunch meat from the fridge and some wheat bread from the bread box. “Another exciting meal,” she muttered. Her cats curled around her feet and she sighed. “I’m sorry babies.” She put the sandwich supplies down and quickly took care of her two Persians and fed and watered her bird. “There you go all set.”

She sighed and pushed back her hair. Once her supper was made she headed to the living room and grabbed Breakfast at Tiffany’s and loaded it into the DVD player. Soon Audrey was bringing a smile to Samantha’s face and Samantha tried not to think of the man who she would have a chance to call tomorrow.

 

[Tseranc]

"Mason's is over there." She gestured with her head. "Follow me." Lisa started walking calmly. No sense in hurrying there.


And follow he did. Never made much sense to ignore a ladies request, especially when she was leading him to a bar.

“Place must be close?”

He broke the ice. It was somewhat cold out, but most anyone in the area was acclimated enough to not care much, so long as the wind didn’t come off the lakes. He enjoyed their little stroll, and almost wished it had been longer when they arrived. Walking in he saw Hallenbeck being approached by a rather attractive woman…

“Your boss waists no time I see?” Commenting to Lisa.

He made his way immediately to the bar, and ordered Jack Daniels on the rocks, then asked Lisa what she wanted, “What’s your poison? It’s on me.”

 

[redbaron05]

Jerry Smith

Entering Mason's Jerry spots Det. Hallenbeck at the end of the bar being approached by a beautiful woman and Agent Woods an Lisa at tne other end of the bar.
Sitting down on a stool near them Jerry orders a beer and scans the crowd and spots a blonde he thinks he recognizes. Sipping his brew he sits quietly and checks out the hot blonde as he listens to his collegues.

Looking around the crowded bar he notices that she seems to be alone.

Excusing himself from his collegues Jerry stops a waitress and pointing out the blonde asks her to send her another of what shes having and to put it on his bill. The waitress leaves him and takes the lady another drink and points at him as she speaks to the blonde. She looks up and smiles and motions for him to join her at her table which he does.

Smiling at him as he aproaches she says, "Hi thanks for the drink won.t you join me?" Smiling back he says,"Yes if you dont mind" a he takes a seat at the table across from her. Realizing he's staring he blushes and apologizes and says " I'm sorry but you look very familiar have we met before?" Looking at him she says, "I dont think so my name is Beth by the way."

Offering her his hand he replies Nice to meet you Beth I'm Jerry do you do you come here often?" Shaking her head she says, "No not really just wanted to get out and relax a bit what about you?" He replies not really came in with some people from work to have a drink."

Flashing him her pretty smile she asks, "And what do you do?" Jerry smiles as he replies, "I'm a police officer and you what does a pretty lady like you do I'd say you're a model as pretty as you are?

Blushing, laughing. and smiling she shakes her head and says "No not a model just a secretary but thanks." Jerry smiles as she blushes and thinks to himself what a nice laugh she has.

They continue to talk,laugh, and have a good time till Jerry notices that its pushing 11 pm.

Looking into her baby blue eyes he says, "Beth Ive had a wonderful time getting to know you but I'm afraid we are gonna have to call it a night I have to get up early for work tomorrow." She starts to pout a lil as she asks, "Do you have to go?" Shaking his head, "Unfortuantely yes i do but may i call you?" Smiling again that this nice looking guy would want to call her she pulls out a card and says as she hands it to him, "This has my home, work, and cell phone numbers on it call me soon and lets go out." Smiling at her he pulls out one of his cards with his numbers on it and hands it to her and says,"I will and this has all my numbers on it if you want call me." she smiles as he stands and asks her, "May I drop you somewhere or walk you to your car?"

Standing with him as she grabs her purse she says,"You may walk me to my car." Helping her with her coat and offering her his arm Jerry walks Beth out to her car as they reach her car he pulls her close and kisses her softly on the lips. Blushing he apologizes saying, "I'm sorry that was forward but I've been wanting to do that all night" Giggling at his blushing she smiles and says, "It's ok I wanted you to do it all night." Winking at him she gets in her car as he closes her door she rolls down the window and tells him, "dont forget to call" Smiling he replies,"I won't you drive safe." After watching her drive off he goes to his truck and drives home with a smile on his face

 

[Alerdene]

She downed the shot the man sat in front of her and nodded her thanks as she went back to sipping her beer. Her mind was spinning through different options she could take now at this point. She still had her contact inside the department and perhaps could convince them to do a bit more work for her. Then there was her 'last resort' type of help. She knew of a guy who had a reputation for getting things... or information... things that were not necessarily widespread. She'd never dealt with him before, hadn't needed to, but perhaps now was the time to look him up.

Pushing the story out of her mind, she took another drink of beer, glancing up as she heard the creak of the door. Her golden eyes widened slightly as she took in the man walking up and greeting the bartender. Oh tonight was her night after all it seemed. The man himself. He turned and looked around, his eyes skimming over her, past her... and suddenly coming back. She could see the recognition in his eyes along with a bit of apprehension and her lips curved up into a mischevious grin.

Wasting no time she stood immediately and headed towards him, her lithe figure moving gracefully around and through the people at the bar. There was no way she was letting this little gift go by without thanks. Different approaches whizzed through her mind as she walked up to him, his eyes never leaving hers, though she noticed several newcomers giving them a cursory glance as they walked in. Perhaps he wasn't alone after all... but she didn't care. A social approach. That's what she'd take. She wouldn't bring up the case at all. Well.... at least not for awhile.

Sliding into the small spot next to him, which put her rather close, she smiled at him, her eyes sparkling with unspoken laughter as they slid over him. He really was an attractive man. Perhaps a social approach would be fun. Motioning at the drink that the bartender had just set in front of him, she spoke, her voice low and smooth.

His next one's on me.

Glancing up at him and trying to gage the look in his eyes, was he merely annoyed by her presence or simply trying to steel himself for the barrage of questions that he must think was coming. Well she'd surprise him then. Her voice took on a whimsical fun tone as she turned back to him,

Why Detective Hallenbeck, it's such a pleasure to see you out enjoying a drink on a fine night like this. I thought you never took any time to relax.

 

[Rope64]

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[Katamari Roller]

Lisa walked along with the fed, not really interested in talking to him. She could guess the knid of things he would have been talking about had she given him the chance. Divorce, murders, old glories...

Maybe you are being a bit harsh to him?

Lisa sighed. That was true. But it didn't make her like the fed any more.





“Your boss waists no time I see?”

When they entered Mason's, Lisa didn't notice the vampiress at first, but Woods' call of attention directed her attention to the woman. She cursed inwardly. A bit of anger swelled in her.

"He's not MY boss." Her emotionless face suddenly turned to one of anger after noticing the vampiress. Something about the woman didn't feel right with her, and made her blood boil. Maybe... maybe she was jealous about the woman befriending Hallenbeck?

NO FUCKING WAY! Lisa shook her head vigorously, and stepped further into the pub.






Mason's was a pub quite similar to "Cheers", if one bothered to stop and try to spot the differences. In a way, it was intentional. Matthew liked that show a lot, and had bought the pub with an idea in his mind. Now, that idea gave him enough money to get a new watch, or whatever every month. The pub was pretty popular, sporting good illumination, dark wood everywhere, and a pool table in a corner. The pub gave off a homely air, and it was not strange to see a cop or two bring their children here.

Lisa stepped sideways, dodging a couple five-year-old kids, and sat on a stool.

“What’s your poison? It’s on me.”

"Wait and see..." Lisa grinned when she saw Matthew come near. It was a funny thing, but everybody thought his true name was Mason, because of the pub's name. However, the pub was named after Perry Mason. Apparently, one day, the actor who played him on TV had a beer in it, and when Matthew bought the pub, he found out and named it so.

"Heeeeeeeeeey there, you little rascal!" Matthew pressed himself against the bar, and ruffled Lisa's hair in a fatherly way. He was fifty-something, and almost bald, but he was a youngster at heart. Or so he liked to say. Lisa hunched, and closed her eyes, smiling. She let the man ruffle her hair. It was something she had grown fond of. "What are you up to nowadays!? You haven't come here in a century, at least!"

"It's not like I didn't want to come! But those night shifts really screw up one's body, ya know?" Lisa opened her eyes to see Matthew ease back, and eye Woods. Something in him stroke Matthew as interesting, or so it seemed.

"Oh, right. Sorry. Woods, this is Matthew. Screw with him, you screw with the whole department." Lisa smiled, now truly lively. "Hey, Matthew you get us both a whiskey, Ok?"

"Sure!" Matthew reached under the counter, and turned around. He fumbled with some bottles, and turned around again, slamming two glasses on the bar. One was a whiskey, another one was a glass of milk.

"Nice try, little girl, but you ain't getting no alcohol from me!" Matthew winked, and left to serve a couple off to their left.

Lisa turned to Woods, and blushed a bit. Few people saw that kind of behaviour in a bar, and even less when they were feds. She relaxed, shrugging, and grabbed the glass of milk. She downed it, and wipped her lips clean. She sighed, releasing a bit of the pent-up tension of the... night.