Calls of a Serial Killer

Chapter Two ~ ABDUCTION

NAME: KYLE O'HARA

TITLE: ACTOR

SPOUSE: MARGARET (MAGS) O'HARA

JANUARY 23RD, 2005

BURDETT, KS

1:20 PM

The cellar Kyle awoke in was cold and dark.

A faint dripping of water could be heard echoing somewhere in the distance, and the dank smell of cool earth hung heavy in the air. Glancing around in a confused daze, Kyle lifted his head from the hard surface on which it lay, wincing as a sharp pain shot through the top of his skull.

Where the hell was he?

He struggled to sit up but was immediately restrained by four iron shackles which were clamped firmly around his wrists and ankles. Kyle's heart began to race and panic quickly set in. A sick feeling settled in the pit of his stomach as he realized something truly terrible had happened.

Struggling against the restraints which held him down, he began calling out frantically for his wife, straining to see through the pitch-black darkness that surrounded him.

"Megs, are you here?"

Only silence answered him.

"Megs!"

Suddenly the memory of what had happened slammed into him like a barreling truck, and in a dizzying wave of shock and horror, Kyle lost consciousness.

THE PREVIOUS DAY

HOLLYWOOD, CA

5:00 PM

"Great job today, everyone! Let's meet back here tomorrow at five, bright and early!" The booming, charismatic voice of the Producer carried out across the set, prompting a bustling commotion as the actors all began packing up to leave the studio. Kyle headed to the locker rooms, pulling his cell from his back pocket and dialing his wife's number as he changed back into his pressed, beige colored suit.

"Hello?"

He couldn't help but smile at the soft voice of his wife as it drifted through the other end of the line. "Hey, beautiful," Kyle replied smoothly, slinging his duffle bag onto his shoulder and slamming the locker door shut as he turned and left the building. "Just wanted to let you know I'm done for the day, shooting went great!"

"That's good, baby," she replied warmly. "So, you'll be coming home soon?"

Kyle crossed the parking lot and slid into his white Mercedes Benz as he replied, "Well I have that meeting with my agent about another casting, but it shouldn't take long. How's Thai sound for dinner?"

He could almost hear her smile on the other end. "Sounds perfect, Kyle. I'll see you soon."

"Love you Megs, see you."

He hung up and tossed the phone into the passenger seat, before pulling out of the parking lot and heading down the long stretch of highway out of town. Kyle sang along to Kanye's popular hit 'Gold Digger' as it belted out loudly from the radio.

His voice was off-key, it was a chilly January evening, and the sky hung heavy with deep grey clouds that threatened a storm, but Kyle's spirits were beyond high. It was Saturday, and that meant he was about to see Callie.

Callie Star was blonde, 5'6, a Playboy and Sports Illustrated celebrity model – and Kyle O'Hara's secret love affair. After meeting on the set of a popular new film a few months ago, the pair had immediately struck it off, setting up an arrangement to meet up privately each week at various out-of-town hotels.

Callie made him feel alive, and although deep down he knew that he would never leave his wife, Kyle was addicted to the secret and scandalous lifestyle which he shared with the model, and he didn't plan on giving it up any time soon.

Before long, Kyle pulled into the large drive bordering the employees' entrance to the Colcord Hotel and straightening his tie as he stepped out of the vehicle, he nimbly tossed his keys to the valet.

"Y-you're O'Hara!" the young valet stuttered, taken aback.

"You scratch it, you buy it," O'Hara replied, taking off his gold-framed aviator sunglasses and pointing them at him. "It's a two-hundred-thousand-dollar car." He turned away from the young boy, but after a brief pause spun back around and pulled out his wallet. "Oh, and I was never here today," he added, slipping a big Ben into the teen's suit coat pocket with a wink.

Kyle patted him on the cheek before turning around, snapping his lapel, and entering the building.

~~+-+~~

Kyle took the stairs two-at-a-time, anticipating every moment that awaited him with his beautiful star, Callie. If his wife knew the depraved and lustful thoughts which he bore for that woman's body in this instant, she would be appalled – and somehow this excited him.

As he topped the final flight of stairs and approached her door, Kyle smiled to himself. Things were about to get extra spicy tonight. Digging around in his pocket, he pulled out the key to Callie's room and jiggled the lock.

The door swung open.

Kyle froze. Something was wrong. For a moment, he stood there motionless in the frame of the hotel room door, fighting the sudden urge within him to turn around and walk away. But after a short moment, he slowly stepped over the threshold, subconsciously slipping his phone from his back pocket as he cautiously approached the living room.

"Callie?"

The moment he came around the corner, Kyle's eyes were immediately drawn to a streak of bright red which stretched from the kitchen floor to the foot of the living room sofa – at the end of which lay the brutally dismembered body of Callie Star. The word 'Immoral' had been smeared onto the stark white wall above her, written in her own dried blood.

Kyle's stomach churned and he began to grow dizzy.

Taking a quick step back to steady himself, he threw up an arm to shield his face from the rancid smell of the decaying body, his heart racing. What should he do? What the fuck should he do??

A sudden scraping noise behind Kyle made him whirl around in alarm. There was a blur of what appeared to be a black ski mask and a gloved hand, then suddenly a sharp pain exploded in his temple and his entire world went black.

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||Think of the details Kyle noted during his brief time at the crime scene of Callie Star's murder. According to this, approximately how long had Callie been dead? Answer in Chapter Three, coming Monday!||