When The Light Goes Out

Chapter - 31

He hadn't moved for at least a minute, a minute wasted as Monique tried to calm herself to take the next viable action. She thought she saw him move so she tased him again just to be sure. It was once again the worst feeling in the world  but he didn't move again. "I hope he isn't dead," she groaned as she took off her coat. She tied it around him and pulled him back towards the front where the last girls were held. 

She took a coat and some sunglasses from the corner and put them on him. It had begun to rain outside. A cold, blanketing rain. Monique took off her coat and covered Dennis' head with it. She dragged him back outside toward the fence. 

"Hey! What are you doing? Stop!"

Monique stopped to face the guard brandishing a flashlight. "I'm sorry about this, sir," she shouted over the rain. "My friend got a little out of control and hoped the fence. He had a little too much to drink."

"Is he the one that broke that door?"

"Yeah, um, he was completely out of it. I tried to talk him down but I had to jump in when he went for the door. I am so sorry about this." 

The guard looked less than amused. "Is he alright?"

"Yes, he just passed out, finally. I hate when he gets like this."

"I should call the police but...," he said after a long pause. "Get your friend out of here and make sure it doesn't happen again. I have to file a report but I won't mention any names. Just get out of here."

"Thank you, sir! A-Again, I'm so sorry about this."

The guard opened the door and let them both out to the sidewalk. He helped her get him all the way back to her car parked around the corner from the zoo. Once she was inside she took a second to catch her breath before pulling back out into the street. 

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It was hard to look at him that way. To look at him from between the bars she had managed to build. YouTube continued to be the most useful internet creation to date. She had his hands and feet cuffed. The anxiety set in once he was contained.

He would be furious when he awoke. If Dennis was the one who woke up first. Did they all wake up at the same time? Monique paced in the kitchen, nervously pulling at her hair. Now was the time if she was going to call someone. Terrence or the police. But neither one would end well.

Surely he would just end up in a hospital, not jail. He had a doctor to vouch for his mental instability. They couldn't kill him...could they? The girls from before were unharmed and there were no new girls, thank goodness. That knowledge alone gave her the strength to move forward with her plan.

They got all the way back to her apartment, but what now? She couldn't keep him there. She picked up her phone. Monique didn't want to be alone with him. She had to call someone.

Her hands shook as she dialed Terrence's number and held her phone to her ear. Her chest tightened with each ring.

*click* Mo'? Everything okay?

She tried to steady her breaths. "Yeah, I'm fine. Are you still at work?"

"Yeah but... Are you aure everything's okay?"

"I-I need to see you. I mean...Can you come to my place roght now? I...I don't want to be alone right now."

"Yeah. Yeah, baby I'm on my way."

"Okay."

She hung up and sat back on the couch, feet up and knees pulled in closed to her chin. She grasped her phone tightly in her hand as she watch Kevin's body just lie there. Why am I feeling like the villain? He was kidnapping girls. I kidnapped him but it was to stop him from kidnapping any more girls.

A groan slipped from his lips and Monique stiffened on the couch. He rubbed his head and turned onto his side. He flinched back from the shocking cold of the steel around his wrists.

He worked his way into a sitting position until he could face Monique and she could see that it was not a "he" at all.

"That was very nasty trick you pulled," Patricia said. "Denis trusted you too much-"

"I'm the one who trusted too much! It's my fault for getting involved just because someone was nice to me."

Patricia's expression didn't change a bit. "Are you going to cry now? What are you going to do with us? Turn us in to the police? Kill us? No, no, no. You're not cold enough for that. Even if it was the only way to stop us. You couldn't do it."

Monique's eyes shone with tears that wanted to fall but she wouldn't cry, not now. What was she going to do? I should have just called the police. He doesn't have to be connected to the kidnappings from before. Maybe.

Patricia's expression was less than amused. "You can't keep us here. He is growing impatient. These won't hold him when he comes."

The look in her eyes sent shivers down her spine. "You mean the beast?"

"He will break these restraints and then you will be the first to die."

"You really believe that?"

"Whether I believe it or not it is the truth," she replied.

A knock shook her from her thoughts and she ran to answer it. She threw her arms around Terrence's neck and huged him tightly. He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. "What's going on Mo'?"

She led him to the couch and sat him down. He stared at the man in the cage. He wiped a hand over his face. "Mo'. What in the he'll is going on here?"

She then led him to the kitchen where she proceeded to replay the events leading up to this insane moment. Monique even told him about the first group of girls. Terrence looked angry at first then shocked. He went through a range of emotions and by the time she finished he was leaning on her countertop. He just kept shaking for a few minutes.

Then he looked at her. "Why didn't you call the cops?"

She shook her head and subsequently shrugged. "I was scared."

"We need to call the police," he said sternly.

"I-I think so too but-"

"No buts, we have to call. The. Police."

Monique nodded. "You're right. No buts. I'll call."

Terrence went back into the living room. Patricia watched him as he watched her with a look of disgust.

"If you have anything to tell Monique then you had better tell her soon." Something unsettling shone in her eyes as she spoke.

Terrence frowned. "I'm not as easily scared as Mo'."

"Oh, you do not have to be afraid of me and I am not trying to scare you. I am giving some very simple advice you would be wise to follow."

Terrence sat on the arm of the couch and folded his arms. "Why is that?"

"The beast is coming."