Through The Dark

Chapter 16

                                                     I squinched my eyes open to come face to face with Christopher, sitting just a foot away. I tried to move but something forbid me from doing that. Ropes ran diagonally through my body tying up with the back of the chair. 

"Looks like you're awake."

I desperately fought to free myself, twisting and squirming, but in vain. 

"LET ME GOO!!", I yelled, making my own voice hit the walls and resurface back in the air. 

"Tch.Tch.Tch. Stop repeating the victim chant. Gosh, can one person say something better?", Chris sank back on his chair.

"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS??YOU PSYCHOPATH!!"

"You're right!! I am a Psycho...you know why I'm doing all this?...",

Chris came closer to my ear and whispered in a gravelly and deep voice.

"......because I like it....", he said backing off and filling the room with his own baleful laugh. For once I looked around and saw that we were in the basement of my house. This is the place I kept all my tools. I searched hastily for something that would be of use.

"I like when they scream in my ear with pain. I like when they struggle to escape. I like when they realize there's no way. I like when they finally admit and die screaming in front of me. I JUST LIKE IT!!HAHAHAHA!!",Chris laughed wickedly.

I let out slow yelps when I tried to move and the rough surface of the rope pierced my skin harshly.

"Come on...Don't you like it brother?? When people die with pain in front of you. That satisfaction is like nothing else. I feel like I want it more and more,"Chris said, his voice sounding more and more sinister.

I scoffed.

"You know what? I pity you",I said, exhausted from all the trying in vain.

He smirked.

"You don't know me, brother", he whispered gruffly, now coming closer to me with his nose just a few mm from mine.

"You think?"

He lifted his eyebrows questioningly.

"YOU.ARE.AN.UNDER-DEVELOPED.PIECE.OF.SHIT running around just seeking a mere excuse for attention. You don't have anyone with you nor for you; you're a complete loner in this devastating world. Did you honestly have anyone who really cared for you except our mother and for a time being, me???", I spat.

He stood still for a while after which he eventually gave his  nerve wrenching smile, the one that I remember plastered to his face when he came out the woods with the dead kitten, years back. 

"You talk too much", he said moving over to a table having all the scattered gardening tools on it. His hand ran atop shears and trowels, and suddenly stopped on top a-- an AXE!!

"Ahh! My favourite", he said running his index through its sharp blades.

That's when my phone received a message notification. 

oh no, bad timing

"Well well, who could it be?", Chris said taking my phone and entering the message box. 

"It's your new friend!! What was her name again? ", he checked the profile..

"Meghan, Meghan Mcgavick....hmhmm....

Have you reached your home safe??", he read before typing something and shoving the mobile to his pocket.

"What.did.you.say.her...........BASTARD?", I asked clenching my jaws, and not making a lot of noise, perfectly aware that not even the loudest sound could reach the people outside. This was a fully sound-proofed house and a big one in that. So it may take a while for the sound to even hit the top surface . Chris had knowingly held me captive here.

He came walking near to me with one hand in his pocket, and the other holding the axe. He grinned at me one last time before whispering,"...........secret."

"You stay here brother.......until I get rid of that McGavick who thinks she's some miss-come-to-save-the-world."

The last thing I saw was Chris swinging the knob to my face.

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Meghan's POV

Just as I was about to get down from the car, I received a message from Patrick.

Meet me tomorrow at 7am. Got some chief news.

''Doesn't he know a different time of the day?'', I frowned. Then I remembered I was a detective and must be around at any time. I might as well get used to it........But wow! He found something even on his way back? 

Edward's POV

We got out of the car and the first thing Meghan did was check her phone.

"Doesn't he know a different time of the day?"

Must be that Patrick guy she talked to me about in the car, I thought. What the hell is wrong with that jerk? Calling her out all day, and almost getting her stabbed by the psycho. 

Clearing my throat, I asked," What is it?"

She looked at me frowning.

"Patrick has asked me to meet him tomorrow by 7am", she said .

I knew it. Just as I thought. Gosh, he's getting on my nerves.

"Oh, well.......How 'bout....I-I come with you?", I asked a little nervously.

But to my surprise,

"Sure", she said.

Chris' POV

Patrick is all out of world now. This is the perfect time for me to meet someone I've tried meeting for a long time.

I strode down the police lane, brave enough to even catch a glance inside. The useless ones inside were working their eyes off when the killer was walking right past their place. I scoffed internally and turned my focus to the farther end of the road. 

The bar was enlarging with every step I took. 

The lights flashed as I made my way in. I searched the whole place, until my eyes caught the one I was looking for. I moved in through the crowd slowly. I hated this kind of place. Something so crowdy would never allow a murder to ease its way in. Not the plan alone, but also the one doing it. 

I reached the place and sat infront of the one. As I looked her deep into the eyes, I smirked.

"It's been a while..............my WIFE!!!"