*COMPLETED*
Josette Mikaelson is a hard working girl raising all 6 of her young siblings in Gotham city. Jerome Valeska is a criminal who just escaped Arkham Asylum for the second time. The two childhood best friends become closer bringing both of t...
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[A/N some of these things might be triggering. This chapter involves kidnapping. If you are sensitive to these topics I suggest you don't read.]
She was all he needed to finally be complete, but how would he get her? Planning it out carefully of course. He knew exactly what he needed to do.
Process of elimination. Isolate her. Eliminate those who were standing in his way to get to her. The boyfriend, best friends, family, then she was all his and nobody else's.
After months and months of pushing his desire away he finally let it take over, it's what he needed. This had to happen. It was like a virus, it was bound to take over at some point.
It felt like forever since he'd try to pry these thoughts out of his head. The more he saw her, the more he wanted to do this. He'd been observing her a lot recently, every chance he got.
He didn't want it to take over, but it did. That day, it snapped and swallowed him whole.
The man put a mask over his face covering up everything, including his hair. Then down into the basement he went seeing the curly headed girl sleeping, so peaceful he thought.
Her wrists and ankles tied to the bed, and tape over her dry lips. Sweat had began to built at the top of her forehead. The man wiped it of with his black glove covering his pale hands.
The feeling making the girl open her golden brown eyes, dark circles under them. As she saw her capture she inched away, her breath getting shallow.
"Shhh." Her unknown capture caressed her cheek trying to calm her down, though this was unsuccessful. Her body trembling uncontrollably.
Making his voice slightly deeper he warned her "If you scream I will kill you. Do you understand?" The girl slowly nodded. Peeling off the tape the girl sighed in relief getting a feel of fresh oxygen.
Tears ran down her face as she looked up at the unknown man. "People are looking for me. They're going to find you." She told him.
"Indeed they are looking for you. But they won't find me. I blend in with them. No one can see through my mask." Speaking in a smooth and almost raspy tone.
"My boyfriend won't stop looking until he finds me." Her voice cracked. He let out a chuckle to her statement. "You know you are the first person to see me like this. My true self. I've tried my whole life to push away the fact that I'm like this, but I always knew deep down that this outcome would be inedible, sadly for both you and I."
"Your insane."
To that he chuckled once more "actually Beatrix the opposite. I am completely sane. Now I must say I am not enjoying this. I don't find any joy in seeing you go through this."
Beatrix began to let out a few sobs "then why are you doing this? Just let me go. Please."
"I'm afraid I can't. Doing this brings me one step closer. It has to be done."
It took Beatrix a while to finally muster up the courage to ask him. "Are you gonna kill me?"
He looked down at her for a while until he answered softly. "Yes."
If the man were honest, he really didn't want to, he found no joy in this. The man got up and walked to a table picking up a syringe, clear liquid in it.
Once it was in his grasp he walked over to Bea, she tried everything she could to get out, it was useless. All she was met with was another deep sleep.
He couldn't keep her here any longer. The only way was to make he disappear completely. Different thoughts raced through his mind on how he should carry out this process.
No guns, too loud. Not a knife, too much blood. The only option, strangulation. A hard thing to master, he had to make sure she was dead, gone, out of his life completely.
Her light body spread evenly on the ground of the forest. The perfect place. No one ever comes here, it was isolated from the rest of Gotham.
Black gloves traced her skin as he looked down at her. The color of her skin almost completely drained. Her capture got on top her her, legs resting on both side of her torso.
Slowly he moved the hair away from her face, the light of the moon hit her revealing her drained skin completely.
He'd been fighting this for so long, wanting to deny it but his demons won.
His hands fit so perfectly around her small neck, fate maybe? Applying pressure, she struggled. Whatever was in the syringe didn't work because she was awake now, but no match for the evil who was on top of her.
Her throat not allowing her to let out a scream from how tight his grip was on her, only gag like noises came out. She brought her hands up clawing at his, as hard as she could making him bleed. The monster wouldn't budge.
The lack of oxygen making her eyes heavy, but she didn't give up. She kicked and wiggled around, clawing at his mask the coward had put on. Gripping the black mask, pulling it off of the captors face. Her eyes wide as she looked face to face with him, a very familiar face. He was the last person she would ever see and the only person she least expect to do this to her.
Instantly he panicked, squeezing harder than before. He let out a loud shout, his anger taking over. This did the trick, the next thing he heard was a crack, her body went limp. Her eyes still looking straight into his green ones but he knew no life was inside them, at least not anymore.
Taking his hands off her revealed bruises that already began to form. The marks of his hands permanently on her.
His demons took control, and he liked it. It pleased him and satisfied him. Not sexually, it pleased him in some sort of mental way. He had the power to do this.
He looked down at the lifeless woman before him, it wasn't Beatrix. It never was her, she wasn't the one he needed she was just the little cog in the machine to get everything running.
Standing back up he grabbed the now dead girl by the ankles dragging her to her final resting place. He had dug the hole before he had taken the girl. Her body took a tumble falling all the way to the bottom.
The shovel was gripped tightly, his knuckles turning his skin whiter than it already was. He stabbed the dirt taking the first amount and bumping it on top of the girl.
Looking down at her unit she would no longer be seen again.
The shovel fell to the ground as the man tried to catch his breath. Leaves rattled behind him. A low and gravely voice became president behind him and spoke.
"I didn't know you actually had it in you. Now, where's my end of the deal?"
