Thread: Nightfall (Trixie x Iron & Wine)

There was a brief discharge of electricity form the handle, absorbed by the rubber sole on her boot. There as nothing in the closet but clothes, mostly stripper clothes in fact. Immediately, the lights flickered and went out. He'd rigged it to the fusebox, but even that would have only given her a mild shock. Why? Thinking back to the flickering of the lights she had seen from outside, Nora had to wonder if the lights out was a signal to someone? However, the video camera and monitor were still operating - he must have spliced into the building's main power or...she peeked out the window...the transformer box one story down. I am a sick bastard, agreed the sing-songy static voice behind the video camera, as if he were amused or half-asking a question. But I am not an arbitrary bastard. It's time to say good-bye, Lauren. Suddenly the blonde girl got a terrified expression on her already frightened face, shaking her head as the camera approached her. The man who held the camera had a knife in one hand, a sleek butterfly knife without any discernible writing on it. Slipping it between Lauren's wrists, he cut the ropes from her. Release her. The masked brute on the video looked surprised, and then did as he was instructed. Grasping her wrists, Lauren nervously looked back to the other girls and then to some exit that must have been off camera, as if uncertain whether this was a ruse. Tell Delaney I send my regards. Go. Before I change my mind. The camera violently and there was a jolt of static. Go! He growled loudly and then the image showed the terrified blonde teen running down the hall and up concrete stairs. She was gone, and the other two teens began pleading to be let go until the brute glowered over them, brandishing his fist to shut them up. Satisfied? I was expecting something a bit less...traditional...from someone working outside the confines of this City's fine police force. But there you have it, one released in good faith. Even with the extreme voice modulation there was a certain cadence and style of speaking this man had, an ironic sense of humor that made her suspect he was someone with an education. For a moment the image on the monitor switched back to garbled static with only a hint of a figure in the background. Now you know that I can respect the rules of negotiation. And...you already know what I'm capable of...don't you? I think Tressa knows. The poor handcuffed young woman on the bed whimpered and pulled her knees up into herself as the voice called her by name. You think of me as a monster. Maybe I am. I don't recognize who looks back in the mirror anymore. But what I really am is a revealer. I can show this City what it really is. Predator and prey. And you know what we'd find? Maybe a handful like you, a handful worth saving. That's the truth. That's the truth. Even thru the live video feed, even with the static whitenoise, Nora could feel the figure staring at her, nodding his head as if he'd discovered the secret of life. She'd seen his proclivities - it was clear he was sick. After checking out his video rig - it was clear he had access to some top-shelf tech, possibly military grade voice modulation and line re-routing. But after hearing him talk - there was something she hadn't expected, a dark fire in Serial Rapist Zero's belly. She had heard her father Nightmare say it once The petty criminals aren't the real threat. It's those politicians and kingpins who are the true believers, they're the ones tearing this City down. That's what she heard in SR-0's voice. A true believer. Now, the catsuit. Take it off or things go very badly for... the video switched back to the terrorized teens. ...little Miss Mindi.