Lone Survivors

XVIII (Hey Paul, Sometime Dead Is Better)

A/N: For this chapter I am going to be doing things a little bit differently by placing the author's note at the beginning. This chapter is going to have scenes of violence and torture. It will also have a scene of attempted sexual assault. Reader discretion is going be strictly advised.

Chapter Seventeen Title Credit: Hip To Be Scared & Funeral Derangements by Ice Nine Kills

He could sense something wasn't right.

Spencer chose to take one of the tables as far from the bar as possible. He'd be the first to admit to neglecting to feed the beast that was inhabiting his body. Johnny mingled with the crowd; he fed off the emotions of others versus the latter. The good detective could only quell the rumors of disappearing bullies for so long. Elaine spoke to old friends from the understanding in their eyes it was clear to him they knew just how much Caroline O'Callahan meant to her.

Anger began to boil his blood upon seeing Chris sitting next to Kaitlynn. What brought out his uneasiness was the drink the bartender brought over setting it down in front of her. He scanned the place catching a glimpse of a man with a hood. They disappeared in an instant leaving him to wonder if he simply imagined it. He continued to watch the conversation between his friends, Kaitlynn stood up a little wobbly on her feet. On cue, his other self, chimed in.

Something tells me your Koala can handle her alcohol better than that.

"She can, something isn't right." He got up. "Where did Cerulli go?"

My guess? He went back, my brother would be growing impatient. Let's see what's up with her drink first, shall we?

He agreed, weaving through the crows leaning against the bar directly in front of Kaitie's drink. He sniffed it, outside of the scent of soda and alcohol there was another scent, one he couldn't identify. He waited for his counterpart's opinion flagging the bartender.

"Spencer, good lord look at how much you've grown!" He exclaimed. "What can I get cha kiddo?"

"Do you know who bought this drink for my girlfriend?" He asked.

"Girlfriend? Shit, I should've seen that coming. Marcy and Jaeda had you two pegged to be together from day one." The bartender, Eddie, his nametag read continued. "Come to think of it, Oscar and Asher did too. I'm sorry about your parents, damn shame they couldn't see you two grow up."

"Eddie, while I appreciate your condolences, I really need you to answer my question."

It took every ounce of his free will to remain calm. His anger already began to visualize him wrapping his hands around Eddie's throat squeezing the life out of him. He smiled apologetically taking the empty glass placing it in the dirty dish bin.

"Didn't see his face, got a whiff of his cologne. Made a comment about them wearing way too much of it." Eddie tossed his towel over his shoulder. "Guy left money behind and gave me the bird."

Whitlock, that explains the Rohypnol I smelt in the glass.

"Son of a bitch!" Spencer gunned it straight for the door pushing it open. Panic seized his heart. Kaitlynn was nowhere to be found. His senses were heightened a byproduct of letting the beast out of its cage. He could sense she'd been here one moment; he could smell Paul's cologne the scent alone ignited his blood.

Time to show you another trick, pull the shadows towards you. I'll take care of the rest.

Unsure of what to do, he closed his eyes building a mental image of the environment. He then pictured pulling the shadows towards him feeling his demon's presence standing behind him. Opening his eyes, he slowly turned around coming face-to-face with himself. The only difference his eyes were pitch black.