Thread: Scaremonger (Mr Quixotic & Lait)

For the first time in almost two years, Kyle Evans felt an emotion he'd almost forgotten existed, and so very different from the sadness, anger, pain and emptiness if the latter could be called an emotion at all that his normal internal world consisted of. It was a sense of excitement, and anticipation, which sent a thrill through his body, and a chill down his spine. Akin to sexual arousal sans the physical reaction. Kyle hadn't had that since Amy had deserted him, he'd been betrayed by the Army, and the last of his Government funded medication was used up. A once proud man stripped of everything that made him a man, in the space of three months. The woman he tortured and killed were attractive, but they, or the acts he committed, had never aroused them. There was no sexual assault he simply compelled them to their knees, and listened to them beg, plead, cry and scream with pain as they apologised for their immoral acts and lack of respect, before he finally ended their lives. They weren't his type, and though he'd contemplated adding to their agony, by taking by force what they so freely offered to others, the man had never gained an erection. He told himself it was because they were sluts, and he didn't want to catch a disease. Now, for the first time in so long, he felt the stirrings of sexual energy, simply from the email correspondence with Zai. A mental arousal. The other half of his whole. His head fuzzy, and mouth still dry from the alcohol of the night before, Kyle removed the clothes he'd slept in, and stepped into the hot shower recent events, and the offer to Azairah never leaving his mind. How would she react had he gauged her correctly? Fifteen minutes later, he'd toweled himself off, changed into his work uniform of khaki's and a white cotton shirt in his bedroom, and re-entered the living space. The cottage consisted of a living room, bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen, and was located well off the main highway, with all the amenities, but quiet and private. The secret chamber he'd dug out under the foundations, and accessed through a trapdoor hidden under a rug in the sparsely furnished main room, was as large as the cottage itself. Having learnt to compartmentalise, to fit into normal society, Kyle collected his keys from the coffee table, and switched his mind to work mode. Or at least attempted to. As he bent to close down the laptop, his heart skipped a beat when he noted the waiting messaged, and he dropped down into the sofa to read it. Zai's agony and anger bled through the screen. With hitching breath, and eyes brimming with tears, Kyle hit the reply button TO a.damicixxxxxx.com FROM anon666 Subject RE Don't be afraid. I understand your concerns, Zai, but I promise I am not here to blackmail or coerce. I have your name, and email address, do you not think that I am also aware of your home address, and if I intended harm that I would've come visit, rather than approach from a safe distance, and provide you the opportunity to flee? That isn't meant as a threat, just a statement of fact, and something for you to ponder. Kyle paused, and blinked twice rapidly before his eyes drifted to the clock in the right hand corner. He only had a few minutes before he'd need to leave. Ever since he'd arrived in Eden, the man had been a conscientious, loyal employee, always punctual, willing to assist, and done nothing to invite suspicion or attention. He couldn't afford to be late. I'm sorry to hear you've experienced so much pain, from so many. I'll likely never know what it's like to be raped to have that feeling of helplessness, and violation that must haunt every minute of your live both sleeping and awake. Just as you will never know how it feels to be disrespected, and emasculated by a woman, have her laugh in your face, and treat the man she loved, and who ever only ever wanted the best for her, as if he were nothing but a bug to be squashed underfoot. Why didn't I assist you in the Police Station, you ask? In honesty, I was looking out for myself. I didn't know you, why should I help? What would have been the point? Not that I didn't wish to after I looked into your eyes, and in them, recognised myself. However, all evidence had been destroyed, the investigation compromised, and justice still would not have been done. I would simply have been confined to a prison for the remainder of my life. There is no justice, Zai, except that which you take for yourself, and the only way to mete out appropriate justice is to remain free. That's what I offer you now. Justice without Mercy, as it should be. I sympathise with your hatred of men, just as I hope you'll be able to understand mine of women. Those who lack moral fibre, and contribute to the acceptance of the acts that the men you despise so much, perpetrate. However, not all women Azairah, there are exceptions to every rule, and you are one of those exceptions. I am not a man who selects only the easy prey, or the weak. Men have died at my hands before, and I have no problem with causing that to happen again. I hate them as much as you. You want revenge on Cole and Brock Douglas, then I can help you achieve that. We can help each other achieve our purpose. I suggest you ensure you have an alibi this evening, for tonight Lisa Sharp dies. Then I think we should meet, but that decision is yours. You can trust I am telling the truth, and select the time and location, or you can flee. Do you wish to spend the rest of your time on Earth living alone with your pain, remorse and recriminations? Could I possibly harm you more than you've been harmed already? Whatever your decision, this will forever remain between us. Kyle Message sent, Kyle Evan's switched the laptop off, and collected his gym bag, and a pair of black leather gloves that lay on the kitchen table. His DNA was on no database, but his fingerprints were on file, from his Army Service. The man had memorised Liaa Sharp's schedule, and unless he heard differently from Azairah in the meantime, by the end of that evening the vivacious and beautiful twenty-year old College Cheerleader, and Cole Douglas' girlfriend, would be a mutilated corpse.