Infamy

Trough

Ryan opened his eyes and quickly throws his head up from the pillow it was lying on. He felt a presence in the room. He looked to his left, where his wife was lying, still in slumber. Then a voice spoke out.

"How did you like that?"

Ryan flicked his head to the right, where he was met with two dark figures. He lurched in his bed, in shock and fear.

"I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did," a familiar voice sneered, Ryan knew who it was.

"How the hell did you get into my house," Ryan spoke shakily in fear. He could tell both dark figures had a gun in their possession.

"I own a gang," Cole sneered, "breaking into a house is easy in comparison to what I've already done...and plan to do..."

"Planning is as far as you'll get," Ryan said with determination, "I'm going to enjoy putting you behind bars."

Cole's eyes widened, making them visible despite the rest of his shadowy figure. Ryan felt his body tense up from apprehension.

"That won't last..." Cole mused, "before you know it...you won't be satisfied until you have mutilated my body with your bare hands."

Ryan gulped.

"What do you want..." he uttered under his breath.

"I just wanted to say thanks," Cole smirked, "that was a lot of fun..."

"You little.." Ryan started, but then he felt his bed stir. He glanced over at his wife, who lifted her head and looked at the situation, her eyes widened as she began to see what was happening. She gasped and then held her mouth shut.

"Oh hello Mrs. Hughes," Cole said smoothly, Ryan was boiling with anger, "you see...I was just playing with your husband..."

Carrie was silent, shaking with fear, Ryan quickly reached an arm out for her and held her shoulder reassuringly. Then he looked at Cole with hatred.

"I'm jealous..." Cole sneered at Carrie, "You get a front row seat to see Ryan lose everything...his mind...his morals..."

Ryan jumped off the bed and ran in to punch Cole, but he stopped inches from the villain when felt something cold press against the side of his head. Ryan froze.

"Oh ho," Cole hissed, he pressed his handgun against the detective's head, "don't be so impatient...you'll get a chance to strangle me one of these days...I look forward to it..."

Ryan was breathing at a rapid pace.

"Get...the hell...out of...my house..." Ryan gasped.

"We were just about to make our leave," Cole smiled, he turned away from the couple and left the room, Ryan watched him open the front door with his companion, he waved a hand into the air, "Until we play again...little mouse..."

When the door shut, Ryan quickly sprinted into the hall and entered Izzy's room. He hastily glanced at the bed, where Izzy was slumbering peacefully. He ran to the side of the bed to see her face. She was so blissfully unaware, Ryan teared up as he gingerly stroked her hair.

"I won't let him get to you, or me, or Carrie," Ryan uttered, sniffing; he was visibly crying when he remembered, I need to call for help.

Ryan ran out of the room and into his room, Carrie was still sitting in the bed, shocked. Ryan looked on his nightstand, but he couldn't find what he was looking for.

"Carrie," Ryan demanded, "Call the police, we can catch them."

Carrie snapped into reality and nodded, she reached for her nightstand, only to not feel anything.