Survival

Kidnap

Luke visited Katherine at work every day since they first spoke.

At 5 pm, she was waiting for the boy to come into the store and chat with her.

7:15 pm, she was getting worried, he was never late.

7:45 pm, she already had given up waiting for Luke.

At 8 pm, she closed the store and headed home.

There was an unknown black car parked in her porch. She pulled out her phone to call the police but someone covered her mouth and eyes.

"Take it easy, sweetheart" Luke whispered, "Let's go and have some fun".

She lost her consciousness.

That was the last day the world saw Katherine Todd.

She woke up in the backseat of a car. Music playing in the background.

She felt dizzy, she looked at the driver's seat to see a blonde guy. Luke.

"You're finally up" He said in an emotionless voice, not even looking at her, his eyes were focused on the road.

She was already scared. She didn't know who this Luke was, she knew the sweet Luke, he liked that Luke. But this Luke, was an ultimate Dexter 2.0.

Luke stopped the car, got out and left.

She was confused. The windows were polarized, she couldn't see shit.

Minutes later he came back.

With a rifle.

She was freaking out by now.

"Tell me that shit is for some deer" she cried.

"Oh babe no, this masterpiece... Is for you", he said smirking, dangerously smirking.

"Are you a serial killer..?" she asked, her voice was barely audible now.

"Oh sweetheart", he stares at her terrorized eyes, "I am so much more than that"

With that, he started the car and drove.

Minutes became hours.

2 hours passed until Luke stopped the car again.

"Get out of the car and take the seat next to me" he said, his voice was calm.

She was aware of the situation. She was going to die, but she wanted to live a bit more, so she decides to obey Luke's requests, "He may let me go if I do everything he says" she thought.

God, she was wrong. Dead wrong.

She got out of the car and sat next to him.

"Where are we going?" she asked, and tried to make her voice sound as calm as possible.

"You'll see"

Minutes later, he found himself staring at her, "she's beautiful", he thought.

"Goddammit Hemmings, shut the hell up. You're going to kill her. And she's going to suffer" his mind told him.

He didn't want to kill her, he found her fascinating. He didn't know what he was doing. He had feelings towards her, but didn't want to admit it.

"Katherine.." he started, "I need you to trust me. I may kill you, I may not, I don't know yet, I just... fuck" he gave up, he couldn't do it.

She just stared at him. He looked confused, lost.

"I thought serial killers never felt mercy"

"No, we don't" he replied, "I'm changing, and I don't like it" he was anxious.

"Luke, stop the car" she said, "You need to rest"

"No! I don't! I need to kill you, that's what I need!"

"Stop.the.car" she ordered. And he did.

"Tell me about your victims" she was risking too much, but if she was going to die, she wanted at least to know why.

"They were all women. Light brown long hair, green eyes.."

"How many?" She interrupted.

"37", she clearly wasn't expecting that many.

"Why?"

"Because.."

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