Jaylyn quietly grabbed her gun and glanced back at Adam’s sleeping form, his deep breathing told her that despite a rather loud noise, in the otherwise silent night, hadn’t woken him. She limped to the kitchen, only slightly wincing as her injured leg held her weight, and grabbed two knives from the kitchen as well. She checked the clock, it was nearly midnight, how ironic, it was nearly time for someone to die at midnight again. Last time it had been her, but not again, this time it would be the man she hated.
She checked her pockets for everything she would need before unlocking the front door and slipping out into the night. She walked through the streets, passing a few groups of people who were still out enjoying their night, before turning down the nearest alleyway that could take her to Jack’s meeting place. Soon the street and car lights disappeared into the distance to eventually be replaced with the soft yellow glow of lights surrounding the docks. The nearest light flickered out and back on at a continuously slowing pace; Jaylyn continued walking until she came to the farthest warehouse, which was also, cue the cliché, in the darkest part of the docks.
She paused as she looked at the burned out structure, she could guess why Jack had chosen this place, and at this time. To mock her, to force her to relive that night when she almost truly died; well she wasn’t going to fall for it, that was in the past, it didn’t matter anymore. Jaylyn started walking towards it again, the ash smell getting stronger as she got closer.
“Jack.” She called quietly as she stepped into the dark building. “Come out.”
A darker shadow moved among the shadows and Jack came out from behind some burned rubble. “So you did come.”
“Of course. I want him dead, do not doubt the lengths I will go to kill someone.” Jaylyn replied as if he should have known better.
“Treen is this way, I have him tied and gagged, if you want to hear his screams just untie it… though I would caution you that it could alert someone if they happen to be wandering nearby.” Jack informed her as he led her deeper into the burned building.
“I doubt anyone will come near here.” She replied, not missing the old blood that was splattered across the floor.
Jack turned down another path and stopped as a slumped figure came into sight ahead of them. Lieutenant Treen looked up at them as they approached and Jaylyn could see the hatred and betrayal in his eyes that was directed towards her. She walked over to him and took off the gag, and just like she expected, he began to threaten her.
“When I get out of here Carver I will personally see to it that you are put in Alcatraz!” Samuel struggled to break free of the rest of his ropes. “Of course in my opinion that place would be too good for you! People like you should be tortured and left hanging to life by a thread, brought back, and tortured again until your body can’t take the constant strain of being beaten then healed and dies!”
“Treen, shut up before I cut out your vocal cords.” Jaylyn ordered in a cold tone as she took out one of the knives and let it glint in the weak moonlight filtering through the building’s crumbled roof.
“Oh, but then I won’t be able to hear that musical, girly scream of his.” Jack laughed cruelly. “Maybe just cut out his tongue, that will stop the talking.”
Jaylyn stood up and turned to face Jack. “What an excellent decision… but it would be a shame if we were to be the only ones to witness the Lieutenant’s death. Did you set up the camera?”
“Yes, I already hacked it into the NYPD’s system too. Once we turn it on they’ll see everything we do and say to him, they won’t be able to turn it off.” Jack told her with a wicked glint in his eyes, as he walked towards a camera on the other side of the small space.
“Well then, we shouldn’t keep an unsuspecting audience waiting.” Jaylyn chided jokingly.
She turned and glanced back down at Samuel Treen, he glared back defiantly. Jaylyn glanced back towards Jack once more before inconspicuously dropping a small, thin plastic and metal rectangle as she examined the light dancing along the blade of the kitchen knife. When Jack came back over she looked up at him and he nodded to confirm the camera was now on. She gave a deadly smirk and turned to face Treen again, this time fear and uncertainty was in his gaze as he looked between the dropped object, the knife, and her murderous gaze.
“Funny, you’re now going to be the second lieutenant to die in this building, within the course of a few months no less.” She laughed slightly and held the knife out threateningly. “Time for the show to begin… now tell me Samuel Treen; are you ready to die? I swear I’ll make it as painful as possible... perhaps I’ll take your advice and leave you barely alive for a few days, then come back to finish you.”
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An Eternity of Hope
Fanfiction(Book 3 in An Eternity of series) Two months have passed since Lucas' attempts at gaining immortality. No one has seen any sign of him or Jaylyn since and everyone is starting to believe them to actually be dead. Not only that, but now that the NYPD...
