Thread: Scaremonger (Mr Quixotic & Lait)

Kyle watched the message disappear into the ether, then collected the whiskey bottle, poured another glass, and clicked on the 'sent items' menu. For the next hour, two, or three he didn't track the time, the man just sat there staring at the screen, re-reading his message as the liquor bottle emptied. What was his purpose? If asked to express the answer to that questions aloud, he wouldn't have been able to. Even in his own mind, it wasn't clear. To help her, to hug her, to hold her and assure Zai that everything would be okay? Or was it because, underneath his pretences, and mantra, Kyle was an extremely lonely man who craved companionship? Not the companionship he'd once had with Amy the women he'd first met as sixteen year old, and imagined he'd grow old with, forever in love. Too much had occurred in the intervening years, and he was no longer the boy, or even the man, he once was. Kyle Evan's psyche had been too damaged to ever return to what others would call normality, and in Azairah D'Amici he'd sensed a similarity, and needed to reach out. Was it possible that a man such as he who'd grown to enjoy killing, and made it his purpose in life could find a soul-mate? Not one who'd grow to love him despite his depraved acts - if that were even possible - but one who understood and sympathised with his motivations, approved of the acts, and loved Kyle for them. A partner not only in life, but also in death. Had he made contact as much, if not more, for his sake than hers, and was it all wishful thinking. Could a woman have enjoyed the taking of a human life, or had it only been the survival instinct, combined with fury, that had caused her to pull the knife. Would she do it again, with intent, or had the murder of the man in the dark alley assuaged the pain caused by the act Cole Douglas had perpetrated, and all she'd now feel was guilt and remorse? Would she think him crazy and sick, or would she empathise? Those questions swirled through his alcohol fogged brain, without conclusion, until eventually the glass slipped from his hand, and his eyes closed, and he fell asleep on the sofa. For the first time in months, Kyle's sleep was without nightmares. ------------------------------------------------------------------- The sun filtering through the kitchen window woke him up with the dawn. Kyle stretched, and his eyes fluttered then his entire body jerked forward, and he sat straight in the chair as his mind awoke with his body, and he recalled Zai and the email. He stared at the screen, where his email stared back at him, then slowly pushed himself up to get a glass of water to soothe his dry throat. The ping of a message arriving loud in the still and silent morning air as he stood at the kitchen tap almost made him jump out of his skin. He placed the water glass in the sink, and felt a sensation of dread and excitement as he rushed back to the computer, and saw the response from Azairah. The first thing he noted was the abruptness, and her questions. What did he want, what benefit did he receive? Of course, the woman would be frightened and wary, and he'd need reassure her. However, what was the point of only reassurance Kyle also needed to discover if he'd gauged the woman correctly. After a few moments contemplation, the man decided to go ahead with what had initially occurred to him - what harm could it do to reveal his identity it wasn't as if the murderess would run to the Police and identify him - and propose the offer to commit an act he'd contemplated since the incident with Cole Douglas. An act which, until now, had been too dangerously close to home for Kyle to seriously consider, but one that could help prove to Azairah that his intent was to assist even if that assistance was of a depraved and twisted nature. Her response, or lack of one if came to that, would provide some of the answers he desperately ached to receive. TO a.damicixxxxxx.com FROM Anon666 Subject RE Don't be afraid. I'm not searching for benefit, at least not one that I can properly express, and I help because I empathise. My being there tonight was pure chance, though some could be tempted to call it fate. You are not the only murderer, Azairah, and I feel no pity or remorse for my victims. Some people deserve to live some to die. My name is Kyle, I was also at the Police Station, and watched through the one-way glass as you were bullied, harassed and belittled by Brock and Cole Douglas. When you stood, and I peered into your eyes and saw the pain, it was if I peered into a mirror of my own soul. Cole Douglas deserves to die, as does his Father, and every coward who has ever done you harm. Along with every immoral, cheating slut and whore who opens her legs for any man, and offers encouragement for their kind to continue to perpetrate atrocities without consequence. I'm not a prude Azairah, just a man who believe commitment, principles and respect mean something. When you stabbed your assailant in the alley, his blood spurted on your skin, and his heart ceased to beat, did you feel a sense of power, of righteousness as if you'd done the world a favour? Do you crave to feel it again? Was it Cole Douglas that you killed also? That man, if he can even be referred to as such, will die, either at my hands, or yours, but first he must be made suffer and experience the same pain he's caused others. However, his Father and allies are too powerful, and the resultant heat, if he were to be the victim of foul play, too intense, that to take action without thought and planning would be suicide. Would you like him to be made suffer, Aziarah, without risk to yourself? Would it in some way prove that I had only your best interests at heart that I intend you no harml? But how? Do you realise Cole Douglas has a girlfriend? A young woman by the name of Lisa Sharp. Cheerleader and Straight A-Student. She also attended the Station, and through the glass, I listened as she referred to you as trash, and asked what was a guy supposed to do? That it wasn't Cole's fault that every girl wanted to fuck him. Then she offered to provide him an alibi. Her own boyfriend. Laughing, and schmoozing, kissing and holding hands as she excused him for sleeping with another woman, and knowingly protected a rapist. Believe me, she knew the truth, and didn't care. As long as she could remain on the arm of Mr Big-Shot High School Football Hero, and enhance her status, your pain meant nothing. The rape and vicious beating of an innocent meant nothing. Do you think one who exhibits such a lack of morality deserves to live? Would the slow and painful death of his girlfriend cause Cole Douglas to suffer, or at least to open his eyes? You are an innocent victim Azairah. I offer only my help, and search for someone with whom I can share my pain, and help soothe theirs. I believe we are kindred spirits, but possibly it is just my imagination, and what I thought I recognised of myself in you, only a delusion. Are we kindred spirits? Should Lisa Sharp's exist in this world? Should Cole Douglas suffer? Kyle Evans re-read his message, and closed his eyes as he went through every word of what he'd written. There was a chance it'd would send her totally off the wall, and possibly to even pack up and leave town, but in what other way could have he approached it? Best to get everything out and see where it led. Your message has been sent! He started at the blinking words on the screen, then lifted his gaze to the wall clock. He'd soon need shower and get ready for work, and with much effort forced himself to stand.