Hide and Seek

Matt groaned as he stared at the file’s photographs for the hundredth time. Photos of bodies and crime scenes were spread all over the table and although he hadn’t proved it yet, he knew Zacky Baker was the responsible for those deaths.
His eyes scanned the picture from the dead college professor and then another from the college boy that used to work at the gas station. Zacky had had motive and means to kill them and the modus operandi had been the same. Both had been strangled.
Yet there were no real evidences that he had been the one to kill them. There were no fingerprints, no DNA, nothing that could tie him up to those murders, except the tire marks photographed at the gas station from a car that used to belong to him, but no longer did.
Matt took a deep breath and exited his office, walking down the long hall that led to the interrogation rooms.

“Good afternoon Mr. Seward,” he said sitting down and glancing at his file.

“Why am I here?” Johnny’s mood was foul.

“I know you’re an acquaintance of Mr. Baker,” he kept his tone flat, almost careless. He could see Johnny’s posture suddenly change. “I also know you used to make business with him,”

“Used to, “Johnny pointed out.

Matt nodded. “But not only with him,” he showed a picture of an older man.

Johnny widened his eyes. He knew Mr. Green very well; he had been the men that had introduced him to the world of car theft.

“Well, he was arrested just this morning,” Matt lied with confidence, “and he told me a few interesting things about you.”

Johnny narrowed his eyes at him. “What do you want?”

“Information on Baker,” he placed the photo back into the file “and in return you can walk away as a free man. I’ll pretend Green never told me a thing about you,”

He thought about it for a second. His freedom was at stake, so whatever he wanted to know about Zacky, he was going to tell him. Fuck Baker.

Emily awoke with a start. With her mind still clouded by the weird dream she had just had, she realized she was inside an unknown room. Drawn window shades bathed the room in near darkness and added to her disorientation.
Emily tried to retrace last night events. She had just reached her dorm and had opened the door when, as she turned to close the door, the silhouette of a man shoved a large, booted foot into the doorjamb. Quickly using his weight, the door jerked open.
Emily had only taken one step back when a damp cloth clamped over her face. The sick, sweet scent of chloroform invaded her senses. She struggled to hold her breath, and when she couldn’t any longer, she inhaled a lungful of the chloroform and the drug invaded her system.

“At least I’m alive. That must count for something,” she spoke to herself in a hushed tone.

Wobbly limbs screamed under the protest of her weight as she stood. Every muscle ached. Her top felt damp, but she had no idea of the cause. Groping the walls she got closer to the door, which emitted some light through the threshold.
Body and bones creaked as if she’d just passed her ninetieth birthday and not her twenty-first. Her head ached like she had just been hit by a train and, as she rubbed the right side of her head, she noticed something wet.
Suddenly someone opened the door and turned on the light. A lump formed in the pit of her stomach as she tried to adjust her sight to the sudden brightness.

“Victoria!” A gush of relief invaded her. “Oh my God, you’re alive! Are you okay?”
Victoria didn’t say a word. Nor did she show a hint of emotion.
Emily’s legs wobbled, fighting to stay up and her insides ached with fire. When she glanced down, she saw that blood stained her arms. “What happened? Where are we?”

Balancing on a tightrope above anger and pain, Victoria looked like a statue, simply staring at her.
Emily saw Zacky appearing behind Victoria and placing both hands on her shoulders. “Is everything okay?”

For a moment she just stared at them, eyes blinking slowly as if her brain couldn’t process what was right in front of her.
“What’s going on in here?!” The words echoed off the walls, and as they bounced back at her she sounded insignificant and pathetic.

“Everything’s fine, don’t worry,” Victoria slowly turned to face Zacky and he simply nodded, turned around and walked outside the room, closing the door behind him.

As Emily studied Victoria’s face, she could see that her eyes didn’t possess the life they used to. In fact, they resembled a sheet of ice. A chill snaked down her spine, teasing cold fear to life, as Victoria revealed the gleaming knife she was clenching.

“Victoria… What… What are you going to do?” The question dangled in the air.
Emily’s heart beat faster and faster as Victoria moved closer and closer. The cold wall against her back didn’t give her any other option but to slide down to the floor. “Please Vicky, you don’t have to do this.”

“My name is Victoria, not Vicky,” she kneeled next to Emily and caressed her hair. The cold blade slid between her ribs and Emily gasped. She drew in a breath, but her lungs wouldn’t accept any air. She pulled a second time, but her body refused the command. “Please…” Tears ran down her eyes, but they didn’t leave Victoria’s, as she stabbed her once again.

“Just die!” Rage burst out of Victoria’s voice and her bloody hands grabbed Emily’s neck with more strength than she possessed. Blood started to pool around her body.

In a matter of seconds her heart had stopped beating. Victoria dug her hands through her hair, the crimson of the blood mingling with the color of her hair.
She oddly felt in control. Like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders and she was suddenly aware of what she was capable of.
The door swung open and she took one step outside. Zacky stared at her, his back leaning against the wall and the hint of a smile playing on his lips. He admired her for a moment. Her breath was still uneven but he could see the determination in her eyes, the absence of fear in the way she walked toward him, hands and blouse still covered in blood.

“Kiss me,” she demanded and he leaned in, took her face in his hands and gave her a long, hard kiss, fingers shoved deep in her hair. Her hands searched for the hem of his t-shirt and quickly pulled it up and over his head. Emily’s blood left a trail as Victoria’s hands roamed his body down to the top of his jeans.
Zacky pushed her and walked her roughly to the bedroom. A husky, appreciative noise escaped her mouth once he forced her down to the bed, removing the clothing that separated her skin for his. He yanked her jeans down her thighs and off her calves, pushing his knees between hers as she finished unbuttoning his jeans.
She immediately felt his erection pressing against her panties as he bought his body down to hers. He made a deep, hungry, animal noise that raised the hairs all down her arms. Holding both wrists in one fist and pinning them above her head, his tongue slid into her mouth, finding hers and giving her as explicit and dirty a kiss as he could manage, moving then to her neck and grazing his teeth against to her skin to the point of breaking it.
He reached for the drawer and ripped a condom open with his teeth, getting it on so fast that Victoria was impressed. She grabbed hold of both his shoulders as he pushed himself inside of her.
“God,” the cry that escaped her mouth as one of pure joy.

“Say my name,” his eyes locked with hers.

“Zacky,”

He released a smug laugh, thrusting deeper and harder. “Keep saying it.”

“Zacky!” She now yelled, biting her lower lip was she was sent over the edge. She kept on repeating his name until both collapsed in a heap of spent pleasure. They fell asleep shortly after and in Zacky’s mind, he knew now that Victoria would stay with him forever.

Notes

I didn't take forever this time, so yay!
So now you know why Emily didn't die before, I had saved her for Victoria, hehe.
Thanks for reading and leaving comments :D