Sociopaths and Serial Killers

BY: Montana

Disclaimer: I do not own Jean-Claude, Richard, Anita, Edward, or anything else that belongs to LKH.

Author Note: This is set after Obsidian Butterfly.

We ended up taking the jeep. Edward took a cab to the hotel, so I was the only one with permanent wheels.

Around thirty minutes later we pulled up to the house. There were two fire trucks, about five cop cars, and hella lotta people tramping about my yard. The fire trucks and men were packing up, the cops were standing around, finished as well.

Dolph found me. “I’m sorry Anita.”

I nodded. “So am I, Dolph.”

Dolph glanced at Edward. “Mr. Forrester.”

“Sergeant Storr.” The two men nodded at each other. We all looked to the charred remains of my house. In fact, there weren’t many remains at all. It was mostly just charred. But I saw my gun locker. That was a good feeling. I decided not to open it yet though. The sawed off shotgun inside was illegal. Didn’t want the cops to get into that, now did I?

“And you’re sure you don’t know who did this?”

“I have no clue.”

Dolph studied me, looking for clues that I was lying. He didn’t find any. “We’re done here, Anita. There wasn’t anything to find.”

“Ok.”

The fire trucks and police cars all left, leaving me, Edward, and my poor house alone. I walked the remains of the house, Edward followed. His hiking boots were perfect for this. My nikes weren’t really, but they made do. I found the charred piece of a stuffed fuzzy penguin wing, and part of a head. One glassy half melted eye stared up at me accusingly.

I went to the gun locker, and opened that with a key on my keyring. I drew out the sawed off shotgun, and uzi, both gifts from Edward. I would guarantee all the ammunition had exploded. There were some shells here and there. And I couldn’t see anything else that was worth salvaging. Absolutely nothing. “Ready to go?” I asked Edward.

He nodded. I loaded up my guns, and we went back to the hotel. I sat down on the bed, watching Edward zip up his suitcase, which he had left extra room in for my extra weapons, which were now inside. I felt very numb, like this wasn’t really happening. If only.

The sound of sirens bleeping turned my attention to the window. I walked to it, and peered down to the sidewalk in front of the hotel. I was on the fourth floor, but I could still make out the shapes of the people down below. There was an ambulance and a cop car. A crowd of people stood around something, I didn’t know what. The cops cleared the crowd away. It was a body. A very bloody body. Even from up here I could see that there were parts missing. But I could see something more disturbing. She was petite, pale, dark hair. Olaf knew I was here.

“He knows we’re here,” I said.

Edward turned to me, just finishing zipping up the suitcase. “What?”

“There’s a body down there that fits Olaf’s victim profile. He knows I’m here.”

Edward glanced down from the window. “Then that means its time to go.”

He picked up the suitcase, and we went down the stairs, not taking a chance with being caught in the elevator. We got outside to the back parking lot, and began to walk out to the jeep. The suddenly, a giant explosion. Edward hit the ground, taking me with him, his body half covering mine, shielding from the blast. As soon as the initial blast was gone, he dragged me to my feet. Car alarms were going off all over the parking lot, from cars more expensive than what my Jeep had been. Damn.

“He’s watching us, trying to terrorize us. He didn’t want to kill you in the blast, but he wanted you to know he could have,” Edward said, walking at a very brisk pace towards the main road, one hand on my arm. His eyes darted around the parking lot, looking for more threats. Looking for more targets.

“He didn’t want to kill me with the blast, because he wants to cut me up, up close and personal.”

“Probably.”

Edward flagged down a taxi. We were on our way to the airport.



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