Felicity is the older sister of Billy Showalter, when Billy is taken, Felicity convinces herself that it's her fault he's missing, which destroys her. After a few more events in her life, soon Enough Felicity herself kidnapped and thrown in the base...
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⊱ ───── {⋆Chapter 6: Felicity Showalter⋆} ───── ⊰
~ Detective Wright's POV~
Miller and I were reading paperwork and researching about the 3 missing boys when a police officer came running into our office. "Sir! Another person has been reported as missing" He says out of breath. Miller and I turn our attention to him.
"But it's weird, our unsub, his new target is different from the others" He informs us, and I raise an eyebrow, but motion for him to continue.
"He's normally been going for little boys. But Mrs Showalter reported that he daughter Felicity hasn't been home in three days, and he co-worker said she gets the weekends and Mondays off, but nobody has heard from her. Her mom knows that she was wearing a pink blouse with a black skirt the last time she saw her though." He says, and my eyes widen and I look over to miller.
"Officer, make Missing posters for her and tell everyone else this news," I say to the police, and he nods leaving the office. "This isn't good," Miller says looking over at me, and I shake my head.
"It's not, the fact Felicity went missing after reporting to us, means The Grabber was watching her, so she was right, but why her? Did she know too much?" I say, and Miller nods.
"Nobody's safe at this point, she's 19 for fucks sake, looks like The Grabber would take anyone who knows something but he's mainly getting little boys. We can update our report" Miller says to me, I nod.
It's a sachem Felicity was taken, but now we have new leads, which means we need to find her quick, and hope that she and Vance are alive, I'm not sure about Billy and Griffin though.
~ Felicity's POV ~
I wake up to the strange feeling of someone touching my cheek, moving my hair out of my face. I open my eyes to see the Grabber only inches away from me, basically staring right at me. I flinch and he backs up. "Morning," He says with a smile.
I know he's smiling because the bottom part of his mask is missing. I don't respond, I just look away, and white my cheek.
He just crouches for a moment looking at me, and I can see in the corner of my eye that he licks his lips. "Look at me," he says, and I don't, I continue to stare at the floor in front of me. He aggressively grabs my chin and forced me to look at him. And we make eye contact.
He sighs before letting go and sitting on the floor. "Apparently you're little miss popular of the town," He says, keeping eye contact. "How so?" I ask him.
