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♡Manic|Part Three♡

"Ah!" you exclaimed as Claire drove the knife into your upper arm, drawing blood. When she saw the wound that she had created, she broke into an evil smile. "You're sick!" you spat at her as she retracted the knife, bringing it up to your throat.

"Be quiet," she snarled. You narrowed your eyes at her, putting up somewhat of a fight. "Or I'll slit your throat," she pressed the knife against your neck, causing your skin to tear a little. "Hm," she noticed that you were wearing a chain, with the letter M - for Michael. "This," she grabbed the pendant. "Goes," she ripped it off, making you wince in pain. Tossing it to the ground, you watched as the broken chain flew across the floor.

"Why the hell are you doing all this?!" you cried. "What have I ever done to you?!"

"You took Michael from me!" she snapped back. "He was mine! And we were perfect for each other - but you came along, and you ruined it!" she focused on you. "You made Michael fall in love with you, and so he left me,"

"Claire," you breathed. "I can't make someone fall in love with me, and neither can you," you closed your eyes, letting out a breath before opening them again. "People can't be stolen from us. They choose to leave,"

"Shut up!" she screamed. "I don't want to hear it!"

"Claire, please," you whispered. "Just let me go,"

Claire looked at you, and for a moment, you saw how vulnerable she was. She was a lost little girl, trapped inside a woman's body.

"And why the hell would I want to do that?" she raised an eyebrow, folding her arms. "Michael doesn't love me, he loves you. Didn't I already say that I wanted to hurt the thing that meant the most to him?"

"It won't change anything," you responded. "Hurting me won't make Michael love you,"

*****
Michael.

The police had been called, and the three bodies had been taken away. The kitchen had been cleaned up, but the stench of blood was still very strong. I was seated in the living room, watching as the police officer scribbled in her book.

Frank was sitting beside me, and so was Janet. I was grateful for the two individuals - and I desperately wanted to find my wife.

"So....the last time you saw your wife was this morning?" the police officer raised her eyebrow at me.

"Yes,"

"And...did she behave strangely, at all?"

"No," I sighed. "My wife was perfectly fine when I left," I began to get annoyed. "She was kidnapped, and I need to find her before something terrible happens!"

"Sir, we are doing all that we can-"

"Bullshit!" I exclaimed, standing up and throwing my arms in the air. "If you were doing all you could, you'd have found her already!"

"Sir-"

"My wife is in danger," I focused on her hard eyes. "And I need to find her. I will never be able to forgive myself if I don't find her,"

Suddenly, the telephone rang - making my eyes widen.

"We don't have any equipment set up to track the location of the caller," the police officer remarked.