Never Forever

Chapter. 14 The room

The guy took my gun but didn't bother searching me for anything else. I didn't mind at all. On the way to the station, I pretended to be dozing with my head down when I was really clearing the calling history on my little red phone. I had only called Tracker and Tony-well actually it was the Craft store, but you can never be too careful. After I was done, I stuffed it back in my sports bra.
We pulled up at the station and the cop opened the door for me to get out. We went inside and he led me past a couple prostitutes, an old guy in rags, and a girl crying against a boy whose eyes were red with dark circles.
Granger plopped me in a chair in a small room in the back, handcuffed me to the chair, then left. Another chair stood opposite me and a mirror took up the whole length of one wall. A recorder sat on the corner of the table farthest from me and a single light shone down from the ceiling. I crossed my eyes at the mirror before leaning back in the metal chair.
Granger came back with another cop just as my phone began to ring. I reached up and pulled it out but Granger snatched it from my grasp and flipped it open. I scowl.
"Hello?... Yes. (Long pause) Okay, thanks, I'll tell her." He shuts it and lays it on the table. "Craft And flora says that 'they don't have thirteen roses in stock-you will have to order from somewhere else." I'm shocked. If Tony couldn't find Tracker in his files then.... he's not in the drug business. But if he's not in the drug business, then where is he?
"Oh come on!" I growl out of real frustration. "I was so sure they would have em there!" Now I got to go make a stupid pie for nothing.
"Now, Miss Stoner-'
"How did you know my name?" I blurt at him. He gives me a brief stare.
"We know everything." He says simply. I hate you.  "This is my trusted accomplice, agent Hobbs." I look at the younger cop, clean shaven and muscular with military cut hair. Early thirties.
"I would be lying to say it's nice to meet you." I say bluntly.
"The same couldn't be said about you." He shoots me a wink. I roll my eyes.
"Hobbs! This is interrogating, not flirting!" Granger disapproves.
"Yes sir! Sorry sir!" He stiffens. I smirk. A voice blared from overhead.
"Granger and Hobbs are to report to the office immediately." The agents looked at each other and left the room. I sat back with a sigh and stared down at my hands. The door opens and I look up. My eyes pop as Nick walks in. I suddenly became hyper aware of the handcuff that bound me to my chair.
"Nice to see you again, Jaclyn." He says softly. I fidget slightly. Jaclyn... such a long time since I've heard that name.
"Ahh, long time no see, Nicky." I lean back stiffly, trying to act casual. Should I scream?
"I've missed you." He sits down across from me. I gulp.
"Well, hard to say the same thing about you." I retort.
"You're just as beautiful as you were when I first laid eyes on you."
"Cut the chitchat! What do you want?" I snap, but I blushed slightly. His compliments always got to me when no one else's would. It was weird. He just smiles.
"I want you." He replies. "For too long I've been on my own. Being alone just doesn't work." It doesn't work for me either. My heart was beating a little too fast for my liking.
"S-sorry, Nick, But I'm getting along just fine without you." I look away from his sharp blue eyes. As blue as Caribbean waters-and just as deep.
He cocks his head. "Have you ever thought that maybe your fear of me was actually the fear of you falling for me again?"  I stiffen.
"My fear OF you wouldn't exist if you hadn't gone all cuckoo and threatened to knife me whenever you thought I didn't love you." My voice was hard. "You were mean, cruel, crazy, and selfish!"
"If it hadn't been for me, you wouldn't be sitting here right now, because you'd be dead." Nick shoots back.
"I'd rather BE dead!" He seems taken aback by that.
"Jaclyn... I did it for you." He whispers softly. "Everything I did was for you."
"Did for me?" I echo. "I wanted my family. I wanted my normal life back-I still want my life back, but you took that away!"
"So we could be together!"
"Forever?" I ask. He nods. I shake my head vigorously. "There was a time when I would have accepted 'Forever' in a heartbeat, but when you took me hostage and tortured me like you did, you destroyed that feeling. I was stupid and naive enough to follow you to bloody edge of the world till then!" I stopped for breath.
"Everything I did was to help you become a better, stronger person." I seethed at his calm tone. He's still insane.
"By opening me up and sticking odds and ends into me to see if they would work?" I ask incredulously.
"For the woman population, I explained to you already." He waved a hand.
"Oh yeah, I remember; making it so women can't have kids, get fat, and for those who want to live happily EVER after; immortality!" I say the last word dramatically.
"And I achieved every single one of them." Nick puts in proudly.
"Yeah-on me!" I shuddered. "I got a rare fever, constipated, the worst stomach you could ever have, treacherous headaches, bladder infection,-shall I go on?"
"Be thankful you weren't the first test subject I tested on-she." Nick interrupts. I scowl.
"Let me guess-did you love her too?" He gives me a dead look.
"Actually no."
"You're a murderer."
"For a good cause."
"You're a stupid murderer."
"Don't provoke me, Jaclyn." He cautioned.
"Or what? You gonna knife me?" I cackle. Maybe some of his psychoticness has rubbed off on me.
"Do you remember Hunter?" I sober instantly. "Funny how he and Tracker so much alike, they look almost like... twins."I keep my face neutral. "Has It crossed your mind?" He asks. I shrugged.
"Maybe." He chuckles.
"Maybe why they look so much alike is because they are... related?" I grit my teeth but remain blank.
"Just because they look alike doesn't mean they're related." I tap the metal table, willing the cops to come back.
"They might be alike than you think since Hunter is Tracker's grandfather." I choke.
"How do you know? Hunter never looked like the right fatherly figure." Nick shrugged.
"'Me either."
"Completely off subject, but, I want you to leave right now." I attempt to cross my arms but it doesn't work as I had one chained to the chair. He chuckled.
"Don't you want Tracker back?" He asked.
"What did you do to him?" I snarl. Nick stands up, sliding his knife out as he did so. I instinctively leaned away from it. He chuckles at my reaction.
"You know, I've been wondering this whole time why you haven't screamed for the cops yet..." My eyes widened in alarm as it hit me. They work for him. Or were paid off.
"They brought me here because you told them to." I say. He nods. "Just tell me what you freaking want!" I scream suddenly. His smile falters.
"I have been working on a new project-
"Oh great." I groan, slumping.
"-And I need an assistant."
"No way, Mr. Hyde. You can't make me." Nick looked insulted by the name but didn't comment on it.
"I have no intention to make you, you will want to."
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