Sanity: The Saw Chronicles [C]

Chapter 55 | Clung

Ricky walked out from the bathroom after just having a shower. After the amazing sex we had earlier in the night, I had taken his button down shirt. I was sitting in that and my booty shorts. Ricky stopped in place, just staring at me for a moment.

I looked back at him blankly, "What?"

He smiled brightly, "You are so beautiful."

Somehow, even after all the time we've spent together, it still makes me blush. I shyly diverted my eyes from his, "I'm a lot of things, but I'm not beautiful."

"Oh, stop it." Ricky sat down beside me on the bed. He kissed me gently, holding my face. "Trust me, Baby, you're fucking gorgeous."

"I love you." I responded and kissed him again.

After a moment, Ricky pulled back. He hesitantly said, "You were going to tell me something."

"What?" I asked.

"When we were in the club, you said you had something to tell me."

Oh, shit. I forgot about that. At the time, I thought I should tell him about what Ryan told me. About the agent that tried to kill me. Maybe I shouldn't though. He could already know, if he knew Ryan wasn't supposed to tell me the info he did.

"Um, I forgot." I told him. It was halfway the truth.

His expression was hard to read. I couldn't tell if he thought I was lying or he was worried or what. There was a knock at the door, distracting him. He got up and looked through the peephole. Then he opened it, letting Michael in the room.

"It's a little late." He said.

"Sorry. I didn't want anyone to see me coming up here. I'd like to talk, if you're both willing to listen." Michael responded.

"As long as it doesn't take all night. We have a flight in the morning and I'd like to get some decent sleep." Ricky spoke as he walked back to the bed. He sat down beside me.

Michael grabbed the chair under the desk in the room and sat in it backwards. He fiddled with his hands, seeming tired and nervous. "I know you weren't too happy with me when the CIA decided they needed their own version of the suicide squad. A few months ago it disbanded. None of them could get along."

"I told you it wasn't going to work. You can't just take any psychos and stick them together. They have to have an already-"

"An already established relationship. Yeah, I know. I remember." He sighed heavily, "We've run into a problem. At the conference today, you mentioned that it was only a matter of time before these supernatural occurrences spread. Well, they did. The rate of child abductions in Guatemala skyrocketed in the last three weeks. It came on our radar when an American child was taken. The local government was more than happy to let our agents have the entire damn case. Which raised some red flags.

They've been down there about a week and a half. One of the first days they were there, one of the guys mentioned to me that the locals were all insistent that it wasn't a human that took them. We deal with this shit all the time in countries that have a lot of folklore or superstition. Well, a few hours ago the same agent called me in a fucking panic. He told me that an fucking ghost attacked him. Any other time I'd send him to the psyche ward, but after what you guys have seen, I'm taking this seriously."

"And let me guess," I said, "All your agents are too scared to deal with it themselves?"

"Yeah, well, besides that, whatever it is down there isn't afraid of humans. What I saw you do in that conference room, that wasn't fucking human. Before I thought you were just some bitch with a gun but after today, I understand why Ricky has always been so insistent on keeping the program, no matter how many people told him it was a bad idea."