A Girl Called Lucy

Chapter Thirty-Six

I stared down at the President, his eyes glowing with hatred as he glared up at me. I squatted down as a devilish smile crossed my lips.

“You should see the kind of hell that has developed since you’ve been gone,” I whispered.

“I already know,” the President spat. “You’ve destroyed a peaceful country.”

“It’s not as peaceful as you think,” I said calmly as humor lit up my eyes. “You would be amazed how many people will fall in times of trouble.”

“You are an enemy of the state,” the President snapped. “What is your aim? What is it you want?”

“You should know the answer to that, Mr. President,” I said icily, narrowing my eyes slightly. “I shouldn’t have to answer that question for you, or for any others for that matter.”

“You just want to watch this country burn,” the President said.

“That is a small part of my intention, yes,” I said with a cold, dark smile. “But there’s a bigger picture I want people to see.” I stood up and walked back towards the Rapehouse, feeling the Presidents eyes on me as I walked. I headed back into my dad’s old office. I had a certain feeling that the telephone line still worked, and that I would be able to contact Ian and Cody using that. I would have to rewire it; I couldn’t have them finding me so easily before I was ready. Before I walked into the back room, I paused by a large room where we, as kids, were taken to be evaluated. I smirked and pushed open the doors to see the tubes I had set up weeks ago were still active. Rows of tubes filled with a creamy blue liquid bubbled up every now and then, but my eyes were fixated on the humans inside the tubes. I had to eventually release these people, knowing that they would add at least thirty to my number of bombs. Except these were different from the bombs I had sent out before. These bombs were going to be able to cover a bigger radius, causing more damage and dealing more death. After looking at my newest creation yet, and knowing it would eventually be time to release them, I left the room and walked into my father’s old office. I headed toward his worn down desk and tested the phone, putting it up to my ear. I heard the familiar buzz of the tone, and I smiled to myself as I set it back down. Heading into the back storage area, I grabbed a few more cables that weren’t completely destroyed and brought them back to the office. I started to rewire them, inserting them into the spot in the phone where the old cables were. I was amazed there were still some things in the back storage room, and luckily I was able to find one of the old, outdated computers stashed back there. After waiting an hour for the computer to boot up, I started to work on setting up a program to where it would lead them to different locations each time I called. I didn’t need them finding me. Not yet.

Finally finishing the set up I needed for my plan to work, I sat down in the chair and tilted my head back. I closed my eyes as I felt my body actually relax. I was planning on giving clues as to where Cody and Ian would be able to find my other crimes. They needed to see most of the evidence before they would be able to figure out my true aim. Of course I wouldn’t tell them where all of my masterpieces were; I did need some leverage, and I knew it would be useful in the future. I opened my eyes and stared at the phone before getting up and dialing the familiar number. I smiled to myself when I heard Cody’s voice on the other end of the line.

*****

Ian and Brady were outside of Lucy’s interrogation room, their eyes planted on the floor. They could not believe that Lucy had snuck out underneath their noses, but what was even more puzzling to them was that she did not kill anyone. The guard that they had found in her room was just knocked unconscious, as well as the janitor outside. Ian couldn’t figure out why Lucy would leave them alive. He was secretly hoping once the security guard woke up, he would be able to tell them something useful. Ian glanced over at Brady and saw his eyes were narrowed in anger. Ian knew that Brady wasn’t taking the news of his mother being a bomb so easily, but Ian wasn’t either. His mom wouldn’t even look at him for in fear that she might say something to him. But Ian wasn’t going to allow that to show on his face. He needed to be more in control then to let his emotions get the better of him like that. Their hatred for Lucy was skyrocketing, and Ian could only pray that the end was near to where he would be able to give Lucy the lethal injection himself. Cody walked out of the room and looked over at them, dark circles becoming more noticeable underneath his eyes.