Thread: Scaremonger (Mr Quixotic & Lait)

Zai had selected the perfect place to meet. The Caf on Emery Street, at that time of the afternoon, was quiet, which allowed Kyle to select a table in the corner, far enough away from the counter, and the two other occupied tables, as not to be overheard. Whether she would actually show up, was still in doubt, but Kyle believed that what they'd appeared to have recognised in each other was real, and she would. His faith was bolstered by the fact that whilst coverage of Lisa Sharp's death was everywhere, and impossible to avoid - proof that Kyle was a man of his word - the newspapers, television and radio had not reported the true depravity of the girl's murder, therefore lessening the chances of having scared her away completely. What Azairah would think when she discovered that Lisa Sharp had been tortured and mutilated before she'd died, Evans had no idea, but he'd be sure to tell her the woman deserved to be able to base any decisions upon the truth. One thing Kyle was certain of, was that if the Azairah agreed to anything, not through a desire to get to know each other or discover if they were separate halves of a whole, but purely through fear of him or for her life, he would leave Eden far behind. The last thing he'd wish for would be to add to her insecurities and further damage the woman's psyche, and there were many other cities in which he could continue his work. The daily newspaper, which Kyle had picked up from the counter on the way in, had a photograph of the blue-eyed blonde murder victim splashed across the front page, and the local television station blared the latest information from the scene, and continued to interview friends and family of the deceased. As if those close to Lisa hadn't suffered enough already their pain would only be exacerbated by the constant reminder and questions, and the feeding frenzy caused Evans to smile. Good. Collateral damage. Nature or nurture was a question which had still yet to be answered by Biologists, Sociologist and the like, but Kyle Evans strongly believed that those close to the victims needed to assume some of the responsibility for the actions which had led to their death. Hence, they also needed to bear the consequences. How many it would take for the world to stand up and pay attention. Ten? Twenty? One Hundred? One Thousand? More? If truth be told, Evans was aware, in the darkest recesses of his mind, that he would never stop, because apart from the purpose for which he killed, he had come to enjoy the perpetration of his acts. The first murder had been an act of vicarious revenge against his ex-wife, the second because he'd wished to have that feeling of power and control again, and with each subsequent victim, the arousal he experienced grew in strength. It had always been purely in a mental, rather than a physical sense. Until Lisa Sharp. For the first time since he'd begun his spree, the man had gained an erection as he'd beaten and tortured the cheerleader. However, it had naught to do with her youth or attractiveness, but because of the reason she'd been chosen. With each strike of his fist, and cut of the blade, as she'd moaned, screamed, pleaded and begged for mercy, Kyle's hard-on had strained the fabric of his clothing. His actions weren't for himself, but for another. A woman. Kyle Evan's had once again became a man, and had taken on a man's task protector and saviour of Azairah D'amici. That knowledge was what had brought about his reaction. He'd considered raping the twenty year old, and inflicting on her the same terror and degradation that Zai had endured, however the thought that Zai may not approve had stopped him. Death and mutilation were fine, but sex was not. In a way, though his attraction to Azairah was only intellectual as if he'd found the one person in the entire universe who could possibly understand his innermost fantasies and perversions the idea of fucking Lisa Sharp, even it was purely for the purpose of humiliation and degradation, without Zai's approbation, struck Kyle as a form of cheating. Instead, he'd plunged the knife into the woman's throat, and brought an end to her misery. He'd almost resigned himself to the fact that Zai wasn't coming, and a sense of loss had caused a pit to form in his stomach. His gaze was on the television, and he attempted to ignore the nausea which worked its way up to his throat telling himself that he'd give her fifteen more minutes when he felt a set of eyes upon him. He turned slowly, and the knot in his stomach unravelled, and his entire body tingled with excitement and anticipation. There she was. His blue eyes locked on hers, and held her gaze in silence for what felt like an eternity, before he inclined his head, and motioned for her to join him at the table. The black dress, and the manner in which it accentuated her body, and her smooth caramel skin was, of course, noted, but of no great import to Kyle, and his eyes remained locked on her face as she seated herself. His throat was dry, and he coughed, then filled two glasses from water jug the waitress had placed on the table, and slid one across to Azairah. Finally, after he took a sip, his mouth opened to speak. There was no need to introduce himself to her or she to him. I guess you heard the news? Kyle nodded towards the television set, where Lisa Sharp's name ran across the screen, flicked his gaze around the room, to ensure they couldn't be overheard, then leaned forward with his elbows on the table. He closed his eyes momentarily, then re-opened them to focus on hers. I killed her, and they haven't reported the half of it. She suffered, Aziarah, for hours, and in making her suffer, I also made Cole Douglas suffer. At least a little, and I'll be honest, I enjoyed it. Unlike you, I'm experienced, and I've believed for a long time that there are people in this world who deserve to feel pain, and made to endure agony. The greater the pain, the greater the justice. Does that make me crazy? He paused to shrug, then answered his own question. Some would say yes, others would say no. What I can tell you, is that what I do is not done in a fit of rage, or unable to be controlled, and I have no intent to cause you harm. Like me, you're purely an innocent victim. It's done because I think I'm doing good. I have no belief in God, Azairah, and I don't believe I am God I'm not deluded but I do think I can make a difference, and rid the world of some of its filth. Almost done with his speech, Kyle leaned back in his seat. Does that scare you? Do I scare you, Azairah? Tell me, why did you agree to meet, what is it you seek?