Thread: Scaremonger (Mr Quixotic & Lait)

To bad it was already Monday... Otherwise Zai would have just remained in bed for the rest of the day. Or possibly the rest of her life. Despite the current events having gone on, Azairah had been in better spirits because of a certain 'kindred spirit.' Thus, work was almost impossible to get through. Anticipating what his next message would hold to further question his motives. There was no doubt that it didn't excite her, yet the frightening, possibility that she was just pushing herself into deeper shit still remained. There was nothing else for her to lose other than her job that she was already was thinking about leaving regardless. She could support herself just like she always had, and thankfully her home was paid of gratis by her father who was more of just some stranger she knew on a personal level. The more Azairah thought about the actions that were made just so few nights ago and the way Kyle preached to her almost made her not regret doing what she had to do. Simply defending herself while ridding the world of all that was 'impure' was all she did and in the process someone other than her got hurt instead. As it should always be. She had even taken the liberty of seeing if what Kyle had said was true. That he'd actually disposed of the body. Driving by on her way to work, it was obviously true otherwise they'd, the Eden police would have raided her small suburban home already. Knowing Azairah was a suspect? Definitely sooner than later on top of that. Zai had leaned back against her seat long arriving to work and in the midst of finishing paperwork for the company, her thoughts traveled far from reality. It'd gotten so bad to where she'd sporadically tried to think of what her anon looked like. Short, tall, muscular, thick, who knew... It made no difference, there was something he obviously saw in her and wanted to share it with her and she was willing to share it in return. The pure, almost childish desperation Azairah had bottled up in her tiny, female vessel was excruciating and Kyle was easing his way under her skin. Easing his way to opening the bottle and letting her true emotions unfold. Leaning forward once more towards her computer, she minimized the tabs and opened the e-mail icon. Enough was enough. She'd told herself not to mix it up with work but the aching curiosity was terrible. Waiting after work was probably going to kill her. The bright, bold ' 1 new message ' looking back at her in red. She clicked away, the message opening and Kyle's words once more invading her every being and the first thought was why she hadn't realized he had all her information. He worked at the police station. What was she expecting? After feeling stupid for a moment, she continued on with his message. It was clear that he could relate to her- relate to the pain and her struggles whether it be under different circumstances. The more she read on the more she wanted to meet him, but the more that thought alone terrified her out of it. There was still nothing for her to lose and even he saw this, nothing for her to truly gain other than the satisfaction that people were going get severely hurt at his hands. Justice, without mercy as it should be, she spoke aloud in the quiet of her office space. Zai loved the way it sounded... But it felt too good to be true and the further along she got in the message the more distraught she became. Pinching the bridge of her nose gently and sighing, she hit the reply button though unsure of what to say. TO anon666 FROM a.damicixxxxxx.com Subject RE Don't be afraid. I guess you're right. I don't know if I should be honored that I'm an exception to you. But I'm at least grateful to know there's at least someone in this town that can somewhat relate to me. Women are pretty corrupt as it gets to the point where instead of being civilized human beings, their catty, disgusting, bitches. Excuse my language. Its sad. I'm also sorry you had to go through what you've gone through, but had you not, I don't think you would have been contacting me. My kindred spirit. Honestly more like a savior. There is no justice. There is no true justice. Experiencing that up close made me realize just how disgusting the human being is. Just how much of a lie this world is. Just how much people don't care. And it's okay. It was too late by the time I told myself that you didn't need to explain why. I kind of clicked. As I was writing my last message the thought how you didn't know me made me realize you didn't have to help me. I'm just so... broken to where I just want to find someone to blame and I'm sorry if it's just me taking anger out on you. I honestly have no one to talk it out on but myself and it gets quite boring, repetitive and destructive. I just want to take all this pent up anger I have bottle up and release it, Kyle. It hurts. So much more than anyone knows. Day in and day out I have to swallow it and look pretty. I don't want to anymore... - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Azairah paused, sighing once before covering her eyes with the palms of her hands. Frustrated, yet so willing at the same time... The fact that she was thinking of setting up a time and place to meet her dear Kyle, her dear 'kindred spirit', and her new partner in crime was beyond her. He was right though. All of what he was saying to her was right. There was nothing left of her and whatever he found he could have at that point. She'd given up so long ago. Months ago. She tapped her long, claw filed nail against her polished dark cherry desk contemplating. If she'd taken his offer and set up a date and time then there was no turning back. Azairah was already too far in after the second message. Scratch that. Azairah was already too far deep the moment she stepped into the interview room that fated day. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - We can meet. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - She stopped typing once more, staring at the three words on the screen following her message. What do I have to lose anyways, Kyle? Now for a place. As persuading as he sounded there was no way she was going to risk too much. Crowded places, busy places, yet personal and private places without running the risk of being seen by God knows who. A park? No. Too busy. For all she knew and with her luck the Douglas' could have taking a fine stroll through, letting all hell break loose. Possibly a cafe. They didn't seem like the type of people to wanted to be seen in a place like that too worried about their masculinity. Her fingers continued tapping away. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - More because I'm honestly curious as to who the person was behind the two way mirror was who is now sending me lovely persuading messages... Friday, 530pm There's a really small cafe on Emery Street and. I don't think anyone who knows of us would step into there... I attached a map to the message. As sick as this sounds of me... I'll be waiting for the news in a couple days. Zai Your message has been sent! Azairah's heart dropped suddenly as she watched her message vanish into the lines of the world wide web just to reach Kyle's end in seconds... Taking in a sharp breath in and pushing herself out of her seat Azairah had definitely taken a moment to stand and recollect her thoughts. She crossed her arms over each other before recapping what she just wrote to a complete- well not entirely complete stranger. At least she knew his name and that he was an officer at the Eden station. She'd be watching for the news? What kind of- Why was she even encouraging it? Some innocent girl was going to die in the hours coming. But she not innocent, Zai. Being affiliated with Cole Douglas was as good as asking for your death bed. She clenched her hands into a small fist pacing slowly back and forth in the small space of her office. What was she even going to wear? Even trivial things like that mattered. God, I'm so stupid. What do you have to lose Zai? Other than your job and what ever humanity you have left in you?! Slapping her forehead, she took her place back into her seat. There was nothing she could do at that point other than to go or chicken out and no matter how bad her body was telling her she didn't want to, her head was telling her to take the risk still.