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Never Meant to Be	By : Nightbloom Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 8691 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Never Meant to Be Chapter 8
A sharp smell reached the nose of the surveyor as he set his equipment on the floor. His partner gagged and wrinkled his nose as he too caught the scent.
"What the hell is that?" he asked.
"Smells like rotting meat," replied the other.
"Worse, I think," said the other in ret gra grabbing his part of the equipment and moving away from his partner. A moment later, he stepped on something soft, and lost his balance. He let out an undignified yelp as he fell face first into a muddy mess. He growled as he heard his partner laughing at his mishap. He pushed himself up to yell at him and froze. On the ground before him was one ugly mess. Worms and flies, both dead and alive, covered most of the body. The flesh from the face was so badly decomposed that most of the jaw line now visible, giving the appearance of some grotesque grin. The eyes were gone, having dried up. Clear liquid ran from every lesion that the body had.
He screamed.
X
"The body's been identified as Miss Rice, the missing curator of the latest museum robbery. Autopsy confirms that her time of death was also around the time of her disappearance. Impressions on the bones inte tte that she had been cut with a knife. Traces of semen were found on her cloths, however, with the state the body was in, it's difficult to tell if she had been sexually assaulted."
Mike turned a bit pale as Elisa handed him the folder containing the autopsy report. He very well knew that there were pictures accompanying it. He flipped it open and looked it through, giving Stacey a glance. The woman walked next to him and looked at is as well, not bothering to pass it off to the others.
Both Christina, Roberto, and Gary were annoyed as this display of over protectiveness. Jack was the only one who was grateful. Seeing crime photos tended to make his stomach churn, and avoided it as much as possible. Actual crime scenes were worse, but he was able to deal with it better. Maybe it was because he was personally involved and the urge to finish the case was stronger. Seeing it through the camera's eye made it impersonal and detached. There was no real logical explanation, but that was the closest he could come to.
"So now we just bring in... Mr. Cutter... for questioning," said Roberto, pulling out the file of the missing employee. Inside was the sexual harassment statement that noted the guard's name.
"We'll do that," said Elisa.
"Take Jack along, please," said Mike, sealing the contents into the folder.
Elisa and Matt exchanged looks. For a brief moment, neither one liked being given an order by a visiting detective, but at the same time weren't sure on why one of them was being selected to tag along on a routine questioning.
Jack, apparently, was also puzzled. "Go with them alone?" he asked, incredulous.
"We don't bite," huffed Elisa, annoyance becoming indignation.
Jack gave her an apologetic grin. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way. It's just that... "
"Just that I know you'll be safe with them," growled Mike. "Now go."
"Yes, sir." Jack turned to face the other two and mouthed, "I'll explain on the way."
X
Jack sat contently in the back as Elisa drove her way through the streets, using back roads to avoid the main traffic.
"Mike won't admit it, but he worries about his 'junior' partners," he said in an amused tone. "If we're going out to investigate or something, he wants at least one of the others with us, meaning Stacey, Jimmy, or himself. He flips a lid when he hears one of us were on our own, and is just plain angry when it's two, if not all of us. Christina and Gary absolutely hate it, and I can't say I blame them. It's kind of embarrassing at times."
"What made him so paranoid?" asked Matt, earning a giggle from Elisa. He shot her a playful but warning look.
"Eh, he knew us since we were in high school. A couple of us were actually involved in his personal cases. Kind of made him feel all big brother and all. So that feeling intensified when he found out that we made it to the force. Somehow managed to get us all under his team. Wasn't official, of course, until weird stuff started happening. That was when the chief was forced to retire and we got a new one. Captain managed to convince him that we were vital in working together. He was so gung ho on forcing Roberto to transfer."
"Not because of him being..." started Elisa, snapping her eyes into the review mirror to look at him. The cheerful young man didn't look so cheerful then.
"He hated everything Roberto stood for. Change on the team. The new chief had transferred from a district and state that was more like the military than anything, and from rumors heard, extremely biased and prejudice. Even Jimmy has a hard time with him every now and then, but not so much as Roberto. Unlike others, Roberto won't deny what he is, but he's never been completely open about it either. The new chief found out about it somehow and it's been a hassle trying to look good in front of him since."
"Surely the IA can do something about it."
Jack looked up and gave them a sad smile. "Roberto can be considered IA. He's worked with the IA to find dirt on a few crooked cops. That's why the chief , along with a bunch of others, feel so threatened by him. But he's a sneaky guy, and, well, Roberto has nothing but rumors and feelings to go by. Not exactly a strong case to build, you know?" Jack sighed. "Anyhow, he's got Mike there protecting him, so it's not so bad. My outburst earlier was because he was actually sending me alone, sort of. I usually have to sneak around to question people."
"Strange guy," muttered Matt. "I'd resent it."
Jack shrugged. "He has good reason to fear, I suppose. I mean, I have an odd sort of luck."
"What do you mean?"
Jack shrugged again. "Kind of hard to explain." After that, Jack led onto other topics, never giving the two detectives a chance to question him about that comment.
X
"Can't wait till they can make live recordings on CDs available to security agencies," growled Roberto, struggling with a box of security vids. Right when he was about to drop it, strong arms helped catch the box and lifted it up.
"Thank..." began Roberto, looking at the man before him. It was the same guy from his dream, and the one he ran into in the bar. "...you," he finished, awkwardly.
The man smiled. "Not a problem," he said. "Need help taking this somewhere?" he asked, his baritone voice resonating in Roberto's ears.
It gave him the chills, but not necessarily in a bad way. He just wasn't as use to being affected like this with just a voice. It was a voice of pure lusty sex, and he found himself trying not to blush, although he was positive that his face was an interesting shade of red at this point.
"I, uh, n-no, just l-lost my grip that time, thank you..." Roberto took the box back, almost losing grip again when his hands brushed against the stranger's.
The man's smile remained as pleasant as ever. "It wouldn't be a problem if you needed my help," he said.
"I haven't much farther to go," murmured Roberto, regaining his composure. "But again, thank you." Roberto made a hasty get away, feeling unnerved and vulnerable and hating it.
X
Mr. Fable raised an eyebrow as the latin man moved as quickly away from him as he could. He raised a hand to touch the charm that was around his neck. It didn't seem to work, or maybe Roberto had some sort of immunity to it. But he did seem uncomfortable enough, and that was enough to encourage him to continue with the plan.
In the mean time, they have acquired their target and were slowly working on getting him in a frenzy. They even had their victim. It was only a matter of time before they had all of their pieces together.
X
Roberto dropped the box onto his bed and sighed. He then realized that almost the full day had passed by and he hadn't seen nor heard Brody at all. He was surprise at the sudden pang of pain he felt at that realization. He shook his head and then mentally consoled himself on the fact that he would probably see Brooklyn early in the evening.
Not even a scant few minutes later, someone knocked on his door.
Opening the door without checking, then later mentally berating himself for showing such a lack of common sense, Roberto found himself in the company of someone he definitely did not expect.
Instinct reaction was to shut the door, but he hesitated, instead ending up using the door to shield his body.
"H-how did you find me?"
Somewhere behind him, the phone began to ring.
X
Fredrick Cutter licked his lips nervously as he clutched at his knees. "I-I really don't understand this line of questioning," he said.
Matt pressed onward. "You were so hung up on Rice that when you heard she was leaving, you took it upon yourself to make her yours, didn't you?!"
"N-no! No! I swear! I never would do something like that!"
"You're telling me that you've never once thought of taking her by force?"
Cutter twitched in his seat. "Fantasies, fantasies! But I would never ever act on them, I didn't even know she was dead!"
"Who told you she was dead?" snapped Elisa.
Inside the other half of the interrogation room, Jack sat a table taking notes despite the recorder playing. Even on the opposite side of the glass, Jack could feel the tension in the room, and he could almost taste the anger and fear rolling into each other. It left a nasty after taste in the back of his throat.
His hands scribbled quickly, but he rarely glanced down to see what he was writing. Instead, his eyes focused on Cutter, who was soaked with seat and intimidated to the point of forgetting to ask for a lawyer.
It did surprise Jack, for both Matt and Elisa seemed like by-the-book detectives. But maybe stress was getting to them. Mike functioned the same way more than half the time.
Cutter trembled in his seat. "What else am I suppose to assume? You ask me about her, you drag me in here, I... I... I want a lawyer, dammit!"
He became agitated.
Jack stood up and exited the room.
Elisa and Matt stepped back. "You're not being charged with anything, Mr. Cutter. Is there a reason why you want a lawyer?"
"This is harassment!" Agitation gave way to rage. "I'll fucking sue this whole department. This is stupid! Un-fucking-believable!"
Jack stepped into the room.
"A lawyer will be on his way," Jack said softly. "Unless there is someone specific you want."
Cutter paused in his tirade.
"We just want to know, what do you remember about Sandy Rice's last night working at the museum."
"What?"
"On her last day, you were there. What do you remember about it?"
Elisa and Matt stared in wonder at how this cheerful man could sound so serious and calm.
That tone seemed to calm Cutter down as well. "I... I..." Cutter let out a chuckle. "I... This is gonna sound crazy, but... I don't remember much. I mean, I remember thinking about how I would be able to approach Sandy. It was my last chance! But then... it was like half the night just went away, and then I realized that one of the pieces were missing. I had no time to think of Sandy, I had to call it in! And by then I realized that Sandy must have left. She was no longer in any of the storage rooms looking over artifacts."
"Why did you look for her?"
"To make sure she was safe! If she were in danger, then maybe... maybe I would have been able to rescue her and she would look up to me. Whatever it is, I didn't harm her!"
Jack nodded once.
Elisa looked unconvinced, but Matt was positive he sensed something coming from the blond man. Working with this group was intriguing.
X
Brooklyn sighed as he hung up the phone. "Well, I left a message," he said, as Puck looked on. Alex struggled in his arms, wanting to get down on the floor. The baby had no reached it's stage where it wanted to try walking on it's own, amusing the adults to no end.
"They are detectives, Brooklyn. You can't expect him to be there every day."
"He has been til now," pouted Brooklyn.
Puck let out a merry laugh. "Young love. It's like you've been twitterpated."
"Twitterpated? Someone's been watching too many kids' movies," teased Brooklyn.
"Same goes for you if you know what I'm talking about."
Brooklyn had the decency to blusnbspnbsp;He coughed. "I left a message to hopefully meet him tomorrow."
Puck transformed into Owen, picking Alexander up. "Then I suggest you get the sleep you need. Circles under the eyes aren't very forthcoming."
X
Roberto was playing his greatest role yet. A potential lover to Mr. Kane.
"I've noticed you around lately," the older man was saying. "Boyfriend left you alone again?"
Roberto looked out of the limo window he was in. Didn't his mother tell him not to get into stranger's cars? "Yeah," he murmured.
"What a fool," whispered Kane.
Roberto turned to give him a sad smile. "Me or him? I keep accepting the bastard back."
Kane gently squeezed Roberto's knee. "Because he probably says all the right words. I've seen his kind before. Treats you right when he wants something, abandons you when he finds something else, and always comes back becaue kne knows how to act. The only thing you're at fault with is that you fell in love with his image. But if you're lucky enough and find someone else who will open your eyes... then you can leave and never look back."
Roberto faced Kane with a puzzled frown. "Find someone? That's easier to say but harder to do. I mean, how am I suppose to find someone to be who I thought I fell in love with?"
"Sometimes, you just have to play around yourself. If a person reacts the way you want him to react, then you know he's a possibility."
Kane's hand had reached up to play with the ends of his hair. Roberto's normal reaction would have been to pull back immediately, but being focused in his "role," he tilted his head in the direction of Kane's hand, eyes looking down like some shy and unsure kid.
"You are a very handsome young man, and I'm sure that someone out there is waiting for you. Many are waiting for you. But someone is there to always hold you when you need it."
Roberto forced himself not to gag.
X
Elisa's head was throbbing. After the interview, Jack, Matt, and herself, had met up with the other detectives. It was suppose to be a simple debriefing, but it was becoming a bit more. Both teams were arguing different scenarios, and some of them were starting to be a bit farfetched.
"Well, where the hell is Roberto?" Mike demanded, glaring at Gary and receiving a shrug in reply. "According to these, the videos show that Cutter remained at his post."
"Yeah, but it also says there is like twenty minutes of noise, no image whatsoever," added Elisa.
"Not to mention that by the time the image was clear, the artifact was missing and Cutter was 'just' noticing it," muttered Stacey.
"Police investigating the matter also say that there is no conclusive evid tha that he did anything, although now the body had some traces of DNA." Jimmy shuffled some papers around.
"Not to mention that that the polygraph test said he was telling the truth about his non-involvement, but we all know how reliable that all is," added Christina, an unpleasant smirk on her face.
The only one remained silent most of the time was Jack. He appeared to be in his own world, jotting down a few ideas onto a piece of paper in front of him, ignoring the arguments that the other had.
He slowly stood up and began pacing, and while it caught the notice of Elisa and Matt right away, the others ignored him, apparently use to these types of antics.
Jack suddenly whirled around. "What if..." he started, and everyone became quiet. "What if the police aren't that far off the mark, suspecting his involvement, and at the same time, the suspect is, mentally, innocent?"
"Say what?"
"What if Mr. Cutter physically killed Ms. Rice, but isn't lying about his involvement because he truly does not know that he committed it?"
"You mean he's not guilty by reason of insanity?" asked Elisa, incredulous. It was the type of excuse only lawyers would use.
"No no no," said Jack, raising his hands. "Listen... we've had cases in which people experienced black outs and committed acts that they had no idea of when they regained conscious. What if Mr. Cutter really doesn't know that he killed Miss Rice? What if he wasn't the only one involved, that someone else manipulated the circumstances so that Cutter would commit the actual crime? In other words, used Cutter as a tool?"
Mike rubbed his head. "I think you're losing us," he muttered.
"Okay, I mean, we're assuming that candles were set up in some circular pattern on the roof top because of the rings of wax... a circular pattern that is common is all sorts of witchcrafts whether it is used for protection, hexing, or just a symbol representing some power. Even a summoning ward of some sort. What if a sacrifice of some kind was needed and Miss Rice was it. Someone casts a spell on Cutter, has him commit the act, and then releases him once Rice is dead and the artifact is gone. The only thing is, Cutter doesn't remember because he's back to where he started, at his post like normal, only now... only now there's a gap of time missing from his memory, and since he could only assumed he was day dreaming or something, doesn't feel the need to mention it. The time is unaccounted for, so when he hears about Rice's departure, he's upset because he really thinks she left the museum, because like the staff, he doesn't realize that she's missing and dead."
Elisa couldn't believe the line of reasoning that the younger man had. "This is more far fetched then the whole security agency connection we were angling on," she commented. She wasn't surprised to see that Matt was more interested in Jack's theory.
"But why him? Why the security guards?" asked Matt.
"Actually, them being security guards might be a bona fide coincidence. What really is tying them together is that each person was in love or lust with one of the museum's employees to the point of obsession. All they needed was a little guidance from outside influences to act out on their darkest fantasies." Jack looked like he was on a roll. "And since they were being manipulated, it all seemed like some nightmarish erotic fantasy so they forgot about them as if they were regular dreams. Then they realize that a huge amount of time has passed and they've no idea of what's happened. Something been robbed, and their object of affection missed work the next day. I bet that if we interviewed these people again, they may recall a gap in their memory or remember that time passed unusually quick for them that night. They might even recall the actual events if we can put them through hypnosis! That's it!" With that, Jack left the room in a rush, door slamming shut.
"Is he serious?" asked Elisa, looking at the older detectives.
Stacey shrugged. "One thing I've learned while working with Jack is to listen to his hunches. Lots of times, they are not too far off the mark, if not dead on. The thing with Jack is that he can see a lot of things in a different perspective. Sometimes, it would be the way a child might see them, connecting the dots out of order to make a new picture. And many times, it makes more sense than if one followed the dots in order. He's so naive to the point of endearment..."
"Or annoyance," added Mike.
"That he'll say something that a child might say sometimes sheds an important light, or a bit of that rare wisdom that comes from the innocent, is very important to us. He's also more sensitive to bad vibes that people give off."
"Which is why we don't trust people he doesn't trust."
"And tread cautiously when he trusts people too easily."
"After all," finalized Jimmy. "Even children are duped by the worst of them."
The door opened up again and Jack peered in, looking utterly confused. "Well? Aren't any of you coming?"
X
Mr. Fable sat with his conspirators in the same booth as always. "So, we've found the last piece," he said. "Have we made final headway on the vessel?"
Sam was frowning. "I still think we should use the Spanish dude. The museum's owner has the major hots for him."
Mr. Fable sighed. "Okay, two things... I said he would be the final sacrifice, so unless a better choice comes along, no. Two, Nick Jay is a very well known and influential man. I want to avoid public people and stick to the little no bodies."
Kale spoke up. "The security guard is a definite possibility," he said. "His unhealthy amount of of interest in one of the employees is strong. He's quite good, actually. No one else has seemed to notice." He grinned. "Except me, of course. I just have come to recognize the signs."
Mr. Fable grinned at him. "Excellent."
X
Roberto wasn't in a good mood. Not only did he miss the chance to hang out with Brody, but thanks to Kane, he missed meeting up with Brooklyn, too. Instead, he was stuck with Gary, going over the tapes, and listening to him gripe about him neglecting his duties.
Saying "Fuck off," resulted in another argument. "He supposed he should have told Gary that he had spent most of the day with Kane, but pride reared it's dangerous head. He wanted to prove that he was working, and doing it without their help. Which was why he also didn't mention the late night date he was goio hao have with Kane.
And now he was going to miss meeting Brody again since everyone decided to hold a late morning meeting in his suite. Judging by the smug look on Gary's face, the bastard must have suggested it.
At the moment, Mike was kneeling over the television's VCR unit. "He's almost in the same place as when he first started, but see?" Jack may be on to something."
Elisa was looking doubtful, but Matt noticed it, too.
"It's like he was waking up or snapping out of a daydream."
Jack beamed. "So maybe they are innocent!"
Everyone looked at him.
He flushed. "Well, to a certain degree. The fact he was easily put into a trance and act out on the crime suggests that he was open to the idea."
Almost immediately, Elisa voiced her doubts which Roberto couldn't blame her. Even he had trouble believing some stuff considering what
Matt, on the other hand, looked ready to believe. But he tended to stick to Elisa's perspective.
Roberto assumed it was because this was their turf, and they were invading it. But even then, that reasoning wasn't right. They had been invited to New York. Maybe it had to do with the fact that the two detectives were no longer as involved as when they first started out.
They were slowly being excluded from the investigation, which could lead to negative and stubborn attitudes. But it was difficult to include them. The group had known each other for years and they were like family. Elisa and Matt were strangers and would always be seen as such unless they became permanently involved.
But why would they?
They had their gargoyles. They wouldn't leave them behind.
Which led Roberto to wonder, what was he going to do when they solved the crimes? Stay in New York, or go back home? Roberto didn't want to past with anyone. He loved his friends, he like Brody, and he... well ... he didn't like the idea of not seeing Brooklyn.
The sudden twist in his stomach made him decide it was a great time to play host, offer drinks, and avoid thinking that for a while.
Of course, having Elisa and Matt present was a blessing.
Gary wasn't as inclined to insult him at every turn.
And by the look on Gary's face, it was taking a lot of will power to refrain from comments.
So Roberto was left in peace as he handed out the drinks.
"Okay, and we have one of our contacts flying in tonight, so we'll begin hypnosis on Cutter tomorrow, since his involvement, according to the DNA results, prove his presence," Jack was saying, giving Roberto a bright grin as he received a glass of iced tea. Roberto couldn't help but smile back.
Somewhere off to the side, Christina made a comment on how she thought she was the motor mouth.
Someone replied with a "You are when it comes to nonsense." It may have been from Gary.
A knock on the door caught Roberto's attention, although everyone else was too caught up in the paper work to pay attention.
He set down the tray that held one more drink just short of Gary's reach, smirking as the young man gave him a glare and stood up to fetch the last drink.
Roberto went to the door and opened it.
He had no warning except for a box of chocolates and a cheerful "Hell&nbs Not even a second later, a pair of eager lips met his.
X
The box of chocolates was really Owen/Puck's idea. Since it had been a day since he'd last seen Roberto, he figured a gift would have been nice. As for the kiss, it was really spur of the moment. Seeing him standing there, Brooklyn was overwhelmed with the urge to kiss him, and so he did.
Confusion set in a moment later when Roberto just stood there looking shocked, and then embarrassement when he realized that there were other people in Roberto's room.
That was followed by panic when he saw that Elisa and Matt were also sitting with them, just staring in shock.
He almost blurted their names out before remembering that he was in human form.
"Oh, I-i-i'm sorry," he stammered. "I didn't realize you had... company."
Roberto glanced over his shoulder, looking at the remaining people in the group. Their reactions varied.
Officer Jimmy and Detective Mike were pointedly ignoring them. Gary was glowering and Stacey's face was unreadable. The four of them made Brooklyn feel the shame that Roberto had tried to shield him from.
Detective Jack and Officer Christina, however, were different. Jack was giving them a hesitant smile and a deep blush, like a kid walking in on his parents kissing. Christina looked like she had received an early Christmas present.
"Ah, perdóname por un momento," Roberto said softly.
Jack and Stacey, the only ones who really understood the language, nodded.
Brooklyn stepped back as Roberto moved forward, and closed the door behind him.
"I'm really sorry," Brooklyn began again.
Roberto gave him a small smile. "No worries. They'll get over it." He glanced at the floor. "I'm glad you came though, although we might not get a chance to actually do something today." He looked back up, and Brooklyn gave him a grin in return.
"Well, I just wanted to see you."
Roberto glanced up and down the halls, before leaning forward and planting a gentle kiss on Brooklyn's lips.
Brooklyn leaned forward in return, the shame he had felt earlier disappearing. Instinct took over and he pressed forward, so that Roberto was resting against the door. Their kiss deepened and hands skimmed across each other's stomachs, chests, and sides.
Brooklyn pulled back and found himself pleased to see Roberto with a faint blush. "I'll call next time," he murmured.
Roberto licked his lips and nodded, his hand reaching up and back to knock against the door.
They stared at each other, waiting for someone to answer.
The moment was shattered when the door opened. Roberto turned to go in and found himself face to face with Christina.
"Come back in half an hour!" she yelled at Brooklyn, scaring both males. "We'll be done with him by then!" With a cheery smile, she grabbed Roberto by the hand and yanked him into the room.
Brooklyn stood there stunned for a moment, then grinned as he practically bounced away from the door. She was a nice one.
X
"Seems like a nice guy," Stacey said upon his re-entry.
Roberto paused. It was the tone of suspicion, which really annoyed him. "He's sweet," Roberto responded, defensively. The anger faded as his thoughts went elsewhere. "Not quite Brooklyn, but almost..." he thought to himself.
"What's a city got to do with a guy?" asked Mike, completely baffled.
Roberto froze as Elisa's and Matt's head suddenly whirled around to look at him. He just had to say that out loud... didn't he...
"I said the guy from Brooklyn, all right?" Roberto blurted out, pretending to correct what Mike thought he heard. "From, from!"
"What guy?" he heard Gary ask.
"You're dating two people?" Christina had blurted out somewhere. "You dog!"
"I met a guy in Brooklyn and... and... and why am I discussing this with you people? We're here for business reasons, not personal!" Roberto could feel his face flush. "And, no, Christina, I'm not exactly seeing the other guy!"
Gary turned away and stared at the papers on the table.
Jack gave Roberto an understanding nod.
The others just looked at Roberto a moment longer, then also turned towards the papers. The look of suspicion on Elisa's face, however, made Roberto nervous.
With a sigh, he leaned over and picked up the abandoned tray. "Anyone need refills?" he said.
X
Brooklyn spotted Roberto stepping out into the streets. The tan man just tilted his head upwards, eyes closed, and taking in a deep breath.
"You okay?" he asked, approaching him.
Roberto looked at him and smiled. "I am now," he said. "It was stuffy in there."
Brooklyn searched his eyes. "Are things okay?"
Roberto gave him a short nod. "Yeah. Most of them will get over it, and as long as one of them still accepts me for who I am, I'll be all right."
Brooklyn didn't know how to respond except with a smile. He didn't want to alienate Roberto from his human friends, even though that would make him his primary friend in gale fle form. It would be cool, but... Brooklyn couldn't imagine not having the acceptance of his clan. It would be the same for Roberto.
The two young men then proceeded to head out into the city and enjoy the rest of the day.
X
Roberto glanced up into the dark night sky, wishing that he were with Brooklyn. Instead, he had Mr. Kane sitting next to him in his limo, hand grazing his knee every so often. He turned and smiled at the old man, making it still look slightly unsure.
"So, where are we headed?" he asked.
"A museum."
Roberto frowned. "Aren't they closed?"
Mr. Kane chuckled. "Yes, but I have a connection... he owns the museum, actually, and he allowed me to retrieve the piece I lent him. I remember you were curious about supernatural artifacts."
Roberto's heartbeat increased. Could this be the piece that his team was looking for?
X
Mary Purity was about to get into her car when she thought she saw someone on the room of the museum. She gave a start and held the folder close to her chest. She didn't know what to do.
She couldn't call the museum to warn security because she her phone's battery had died. And she was afraid that she would be seen if she headed back to the museum.
But still... she had to do something.
Mary finally opted to go back to the hotel. She kept her eyes upward as she jogged back to the door.
Once she got there, she used her key to unlock the front door.
The guard, Edward Sullivan, was standing by the desk.
"Miss Purity..."
"There's someone up on the roof!" she said.
Edward glanced at the desk and the monitors there. "Hmm... "
At that moment, everything went black.
Mary let out a startled scream.
"Miss Purity, are you okay?" she heard the guard ask.
"Y-yes," she stammered.
"Good."
A moment later, a hand clamped over her mouth, and an arm around her waist. Mary struggled as she was pulled somewhere further into the museum. She struggled valiantly, until she was thrown to the ground. Her hands were tied behind her back with what she could only assume was the guard's belt. She wept silently as his hands kneaded her backside before lifting her up and throwing him over his shoulder. He smacked her a couple times, laughing insanely as he made his way up stairs.
She kicked out, earning another smack. She wriggled as his hand crept under her skirt and slipped under the elastic of her underwear, fondling her in the most private parts of her body.
"So sweet," he murmured.
Mary let out a muffled cry as his fingers dipped a bit into her entrance before his hand was pulled away.
Ten long minutes later, he made his way up the roof top access. Mary's panic and despair almost overwhelmed her, especially when she saw that the lights had gone back up. There was no way the security cams would have caught anything! Much less with Sullivan being the only one present.
As he walked on top of the roof top, she heard, then saw, that there were several men there. One of them was chanting something over and over again. They took her from Sullivan and placed her on the floor, a plastic sheet beneath. The grabbed her legs and tied her ankles, then pulled them apart.
Another man held her upper body in place by kneeling and cradling hea head in his lap, hands holding her shoulders down.
She looked up pleadingly at Sullivan, hoping that the man would change his mind and do something. She felt sick when she noticed a blank look on his face. He had a wicked grin, but through the trick of the light, his eyes were all black and lifeless.
He knelt down before her, and someone handed him a knife. She screamed, only to find herself silenced by a gag stuffed into her mouth.
Despite the barrier, Mary couldn't help but try to scream as the guard approached her.
Sullivan dropped to his knees between her legs, then reached for her.
X
It was a strange dream. Mary was laying there, swadled in white clothes, surrounded by roses. Shivering like the virgin she was.
Sullivan couldn't help but feel aroused.
He went to her, knelt in front of her, and reached for her.
She didn't stop him as he took off her coverings. She didn't show fear. It was love. He tore each garment carefully, unwrapping the gift she was. He found himself divested of his clothes, and lay on top of her, showing how much he loved her.
Her legs spread wide, he entered her swiftly, and stayed there, relishing the warmth. Then he began to pull oud thd thrust back in, slowly at first, murmuring his words of love. Her face was flush and absolutely beautiful. Like some angel.
He hated that innocence.
Everything became dark. She began to scream in pain, and Edward felt an overwhelming urge to hurt her in every possible way. He became vicious, kneading her skin, pinching her nipples, biting at her, tearing flesh. Blood began to coat him, and soon he found himself also scratching at her skin. Seeing her bleed only made her look more lovely and tempting, and he wanted more. Bite marks marred hew ample breasts, and he slapped her a couple times, enjoying the sound of her pained gasps as her cheeks were now red from the impact of his hand.
He wanted to see inside her too. A blade appeared in his hand, and he began to carve the body beneath it, feeling the body fluids ooze through his hands. He laughed and laughed, as pleasure coursed through his body. Semen shot out from his cock, intermingling with the blood between Mary's thighs. If only... if only this were real....
X
Roberto really hoped the owner wasn't going to be around, considering that the museum they were visiting belonged to none other than Nick Jay.
He followed Mr. Kane up the steps, looking around as the older man unlocked the doors.
For a brief moment, he thought he heard a mufflelp,elp, but he couldn't tell where it came from. Looking around, there was nothing that could hide any sort of activity, so Roberto brushed it off as his imagination gong wild. Dark and empty museums were creepy, and being with Mr. Kane intensified the feeling of paranoia.
The doors opened and Mr. Kane stepped in. Roberto followed him.
"Where are the guards?" he asked, looking around.
Mr, Kane frowned. "I'm not sure, but at least one should have been here in this wing. Ah well, no matter. They were expecting us. So this way."
Roberto felt the hair in the back of his neck raise as their footsteps echoed through the vacant halls. He was almost expecting something to pop up in front of him.
He jumped when he felt a hand touch his lower back.
"I'm sorry," said Mr. Kane. "I didn't mean to scare you."
Roberto offered him a shaky smile. "I'm such a coward," he said. "I love museums, but only during the day. It feels colder when it's all empty."
"Hey, I can keep you warm," the older man purred out, pulling Roberto closer.
Roberto forced out a nervous laugh, although it didn't require much faking on his part.
He soon found himself standing in front of case.
Mr. Kane used another key to deactivate the alarm on the case, and then a third to open the lock. He lifted the hinged glass lid up and then reached in to grab what looked like a odd shaped stone hanging off of a leather string. "Do you want to wear it?" he asked.
Roberto looked at him in confusion.
"It's a stone medallion. A heart shaped one."
Roberto raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't look like a heart," he said, looking at the strange lump.
"Oh, not the ones you used for commercial dealings. This was part of a statue and this was the heart of it. It has the shape of a human heart."
Roberto took a closer look, and sure enough, saw the resemblance. There were cracks along them representing the different section of the heart, and age gave it a bunch of earthy colors.
"Rumor also has that there is a red gem inside the stone, representing the blood of life. It supposedly becomes warm if the wearer is indulging his or herself in lustful activities."
Roberto stepped back, feeling himself go beet red.
"Oh, I'm not saying that we should try that," Mr. Kane said with a chuckle. "I just think you'd like to wear something so interesting for a while."
"Oh, um, I suppose." Roberto could only assume there was no harm. Especially if this was the piece his friends were looking for. It hadn't been stolen yet, so no chance of it being activated.
Roberto lifted his hair as Mr. Kane reached up and around, tying the leather bit together and then stepping back.
Roberto stared down at the piece, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. It rested heavily there, against his chest, and for a moment, he swore he felt it beating against his chest. Maybe it was his own heart. But then, what about the heat?
No, that had to be his imagination. Maybe the piece was really cold, but through trickery of his mind, he had believed it was hot. He shook his head and smiled at Mr. Kane.
"How about we head over to my place," the old lecher said. "I have several books that explain the nature of that piece."
"S-sure," Roberto said, suddenly feeling weird. He followed Kane out of the museum and back into the limo that they had arrived in.
X
The woman no longer moved in his arms. Sam moved back and stood up. The guard was standing there, knife still in hand, blood dripping from his body, eyes still blank, lost in post orgasmic bliss that his 'fantasy' gave him.
"Shit," he heard Kale say, which in turn interrupted Mr. Fable's chanting.
"What is it?" Mr. Fable asked, his voice cold and hard.
"You're not going to believe who just came out of the museum."
Mr. Fable walked across the top to where Kale was standing with the night vision goggles. Lifting them up to his eyes, he was surprised to see that Mr. Quintanar was being guided into a limo. Odd... he almost seemed like he was in a daze. Looking at the companion, he recognized the old man as Mr. Kane.
"See what's he's wearing?" prompted Kale.
Mr. Fable zoomed in and felt his heart miss a beat. The piece they were looking for... Roberto was wearing it.
"Well...this is interesting. Seems we have one more stop tonight." He glanced back at the guard. "Cut the power and let's go before he comes around."
"What about the stuff?" asked Sam.
"Leave it. They'll think it was him all along."
X
As they pulled away from the museum, Roberto began to feel weird. Warm was one of them, and he was no longer sure if the heat was coming from the pendant or whether it was just his imagination. Not to mention he also felt a bit dizzy. It was hard keeping track of what Kane was saying.
Shit... I should have told the guys where I was going. Stupid stupid!
"Something wrong?" he suddenly heard Kane ask.
"I don't know," Roberto murmured.
"Hmm... you look a bit tired. Go ahead, lean on me if you want."
Roberto couldn't pull away as Kane put an arm around him and made him lean into him. But it felt comfortable. And the hand around him actually cooled him down a bit. A moment later, he realized that he had been snuggling against him.
No, wait... I don't... didn't want to do this.
He opened his eyes and saw that Kane was looking at him.
"Beautiful," he murmured. He began to lean forward, using a hand to tilt Roberto's face up.
Roberto couldn't fight it. Instead, it was as if he wanted it. He closed his eyes and waited for Kane to kiss him. He wasn't repulsed... he was strangely detached. But the hand on his waist felt good. And suddenly, he wanted more. Reason faded as he opened his mouth, allowing Kane's tongue to wrestle with his.
But somewhere, in the back of his mind...
Brooklyn....
X
Sullivan felt cold. But the museum had regulated temperatures. Was he dreaming?
He opened his eyes and moved his hand to rub at them. And he felt something sticky smear against his face.
Coming to, he pulled back and looked at his hand. There was something dark and wet on it. Come to think of it, it was kind of dark for the museum's night lights. And where were those lights coming from? And a knife... there was a long knife in his other hand, also coated with something dark.
Sullivan looked around and was puzzled to see nothing but candles providing light. Something lay in front of him. A person?
Sullivan stepped forward and knelt down, his senses finally catching up to him. He wasn't even inside the museum. How did he get here? And why were his clothes in such a state? He touched the person. "Hey," he started to say, before feeling something slick against the person.
Moonlight began to filter through as his eyes adjusted to the dim light. The person was female... and her face... her face...
Edward stumbled back.
Shit... it couldn't be. He was just dreaming, wasn't he? Sullivan looked back at the knife in his hand. It clattered to the floor when he dropped it, hands going to his head as he stared at the body in horror. Had he done this? But it had been a dream!!
Yet... there she was, dead and bloody, just how he left her in his dream. He only fantasized it, he didn't want to do it, not where he could get caught. Somewhere secluded, like in his dream! And the cameras...the cameras would have caught his image.
Sullivan slowly calmed down. Oh well... there really was only one thing he could do. Mary was dead and he wouldn't be able to enjoy her and be completely aware of it... all evidence pointed to him...
He pulled out his gun.
There was no way he was going to let anyone take him in.
A couple minutes later... a gunshot was heard.
to be continued...
Spanish
Perdóname por un momento= Pardon/Excuse me for a moment
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