His Murderous Smile

The Not-So-Sane Savior

Chapter 2
Photo of Hayden at the top^

The man in the mask stops still in his tracks and turns to glance at me. "Whatever I want, you say?" He questions.

"Yes whatever you want, as long as you don't hurt Grace further." My voice wavers.

I watch him as he contemplates my offer. "Your pain is more of value to me than anything you could offer." A smirk arises on his face.

"Why? What did I ever do to you?"

"What did you ever do to, me?" He asks the rage forming in his face "Hayden Alexander, you and your rich family screwed over my family. Your mom and dad literally took everything from my family and I. So here I am returning the favor."

He stares at me as if watching for me to reply but I sit still contemplating his last statement. He scoffs and unties Grace from the post. He drags another chair from an unknown region and places it in the middle of the room. He slams Grace in the chair and ties her hands down. I make eye contact with her and I feel streams of tears strolling down my face. She attempts to smile to comfort me but it's short lived because He walks back over with a pair of pliers in his hand. I watch him stare into her eyes. He picks up the pliers never breaking eye contact. In one quick stroke he violently pulls her index fingernail out. A shrill scream escapes Grace's mouth. I wince watching this.

I watch him repeat this process three other times. I start forcefully pulling on the ropes that restrain me. I suddenly feel a slight slip from the ropes. I take my left hand and pull on the ropes further loosening them. My right hand slips out, and the ropes drop down to the floor. I quickly untie the ropes restraining my legs and make a sprint for the masked man.

I grab the pliers out of his hand and violently gash them into his eye. An excruciatingly loud yelp escapes his mouth. I untie Grace and carry her towards the door until we're met face to face with the Australian hench man. His gruff face contorts into an ugly smirk. I place Grace on the floor and take a jab at his face. The hit barely made him move back. I try again this time the man grabbed my hand mid punch and twists it. My wrist contorts into an ugly 45 degree angle. I glance at my wrist, by the time I look up I see the mans fist flying towards my face and I'm met with the familiar darkness.

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The darkness feels like a living colour slowly picking me apart. For a moment I sit there allowing the colour to consume me and everything, then I remember Grace. I strive to fight the colour off. I press my self out of the colour and wake up.

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I awake with a gasp, the extremely bright light temporarily blinding my eyes. I search around for any recollection of my surroundings. I then realize that I'm in a parking lot, the same parking lot that Grace and I were taken from.

Grace.

Where is she? Why isn't she with me? Where did they take her to? A million questions raced through my mind. I sprinted out of the parking lot and and to my apartment. I quickly dialed 911 as soon as I reached my apartment room.

"911 what's your emergency." The receptionist states calmly.

"My girlfriend and I were kidnapped sometime, oh my god I don't even know what day it is... Ma'am what day is it..?" I said my voice cracking.

"Today is the 29th of August." She said.

"The 29th?! The 29th that means we were in there for two days." This is the part where I start to panic, "Ma'am my girlfriend and I came home on the 27th at around eleven and we were ambushed, and kidnapped. They returned me this morning to the parking lot of my apartment complex. But my girlfriend wasn't with me."

"Alright sir I'm going to need you to explain everything that happened, and what your remember of the people who took you and your girlfriend." She said calmly.

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I spent the next 30 minuets explaining exactly what happened, details and all. The details horrified the receptionist as much as it horrified me, but my explanation of what happened was nothing compared to how sickening it had been to actually be there, seeing everything go down.

They asked me to come in for further questioning. They sat me down at a cliche chrome table and the officer flipped out a notepad and clicked his pin open. Officer Bentley was a man who looked to be about 46 years of age. He was a bit heavy set and seemed to tower over my six foot stature. By the end of my conversation with Officer Bentley, I was completely shaken to the core, replaying images of Grace's pain over and over again in my head. The images seemed to drill into my numb mind.

"I have to find her," I mumbled quietly, staring down at my hands, which were clenched into fists on the table in front of me. Officer Bentley looked up at me, peeling his eyes away from the notepad in his hand from which he had been taking notes with.

"What was that?" He asked, having not heard me.

"I have to find Grace," I said, a little louder. "He'll kill her..."

"Hayden, we are going to do everything we can do in our power to get your girlfriend back, but you have to stay patient. If this 'masked man' really did take her, it could take a long time to pinpoint her location," the officer explained. "Especially because you have no idea what the man looked like under the mask. And with the limited information that you have provided us with its going to make things a bit complicated."

"We need to start looking for her right now!" I shouted, upset and unable to think straight. "He's going to hurt her more if we don't move quickly!"

"Calm down, son. We're working on it." He said in an authoritative tone.

"That's not enough!" I pushed my chair away from the table and stood up, breathing heavily in a panic. "If you don't do something about this, I will!"

I stormed out of the police department and walked to my car. I slammed the key into the ignition and veered forward pushing the speed limit. When I arrived home I slammed the door so hard that the walls shook. I paced the length of my room contemplating the events that had occurred over the course of this week.

If their not going to find Grace, I am. I will not sit back and let Grace get injured further. This shouldn't be happening to her. She's innocent and I'm quite the opposite. I am going to put an end to those bastards who took her. The police are pathetic and won't do anything. I'm going to be the one who saves my beloved. I will ruin them, I will make them pay for laying a hand on My Grace. They will wish they had never messed with me.

You don't have to be sane to be a savior.

Alrighty, so I'm extremely happy with how this story is unfolding, and I hope that you guys are enjoying it as well. Vote if you would like, and comment to tell us how your liking the story or any constructive criticism will be welcomed. We shall see all of you in next chapter!
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~Julia