A/N: This is not only my third FanFic, but it's also my NaNo for NaNoWriMo. For those of you who don't know, NaNoWriMo stands for NAtional NOvel WRIting MOnth. My goal is 8,000 words, only because I'm doing a second NaNo with my friend. But, I shall not hold you off any longer. I'm hoping this one turns out really well :D.
Disclaimer: I do not own Law and Order: SVU or its characters. I do own the victims and the idea behind the Fic. But that's all. P.s. Please don't kill me! P.P.s. In this FanFic, Kathy (His Daughter) has died. She was raped and beaten. If you can't tell, I'm not following the story line at all.
Elliot hated days like these. Days when they found 18 year old girls, beaten to death. They reminded him so much of his own daughter, Kathy. They were just barely adults, taken from life before they even had a chance to live it. It always made him more determined to catch the bastards that did it to them. None of these poor beautiful girls deserve it.
So far, this was the third girl they've found this month. They haven't had any new leads on the other two cases. The perp had literally seemed to erase his tracks. No sperm, hair, fingerprints, nothing. They couldn't even identify the weapon that had been used to beat the girls. The only thing they knew was all the girls looked the same. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Around 5'5". All 18. Never older, never younger. This perp was meticulous in how he chose. And how he cleaned up. They never had any witnesses or DNA or anything! It made Elliot so mad!
Odafin Tutuola walked over to Elliot, who hadn't taken his eyes off the young lady. "This one is especially gruesome," Fin said to Elliot, bending down to brush the victim's hair out of her eyes. And Fin was right. This young girl had been raped repeated, the ME thought at least seven times. She was then beaten, her arms tied behind her back and her ankles tied together and then to her wrists. This poor girl had no way to defend herself. Melinda was thinking she may have been kicked as well as beaten and punched, but she wouldn't be sure until they got her into autopsy.
Elliot still couldn't take his eyes off her. "You're right," He said to Fin. "Where are Munch and Olivia?" He wasn't really interested, knowing they were doing something case related, but he had to get his mind off the victim.
"Munch is back at the office, running some lead on our other case," They had another case a week ago that they were still following, "And Olivia is looking around for her clothes," He finished, pointing down to the naked body.
"Ok," Elliot said, emotionless. "Can you help Melinda get her out of here?" Fin nodded without saying anything, turning away from Elliot to go to the ME's truck. Elliot finally turned from the body to locate Olivia. He saw her a few meters away, looking through trashcans.
He walked over to her, snapping a pair of latex gloves over his shaking hands. "Find anything yet?" He asked, beginning to dig in an open trashcan next to the brunette.
"Nothing," She said, standing straight up and wiping the hair from her face with elbow. "Not even any identification. This guy is good, Elliot, especially if he's pulled off the other murders as well." She bent back over the trashcan, continuing to dig. Elliot watched her for a minute, transfixed by her and then began to dig with her.
Odafin Tutuola helped lift the body onto the gurney and then into the truck. Melinda thanked him and the jumped into the truck, heading back to the precinct to perform the autopsy. Fin got his camera out of the squad to take more pictures. They already got the ones they needed to take with the body in them, now they needed shots of just the crime scene.
He snapped a shot to focus the camera and then deleted it. He began to take the real shots; the blood everywhere. The pools of it on the ground, then the splatters on the building. He took the shots he needed to and put his camera back. He grabbed a pair of gloves to go help Liv and Elliot, already knowing they wouldn't find anything if they hadn't by now. But as cops, none of them knew when to quit. If they couldn't catch the perp, it was a fail. And Fails took their turn on everyone. They caused Elliot to sleep at the precinct for days, convinced they missed something. Olivia got cranky, to the point where no amount of coffee or time with her partner could calm her down. John Munch got quiet, pondering all day. Fails even took their toll on Fin. He stopped sleeping for days, until they either solved the case or until Cragen closed the one they were working on and assigned them another one.
Fin got to a trashcan away from Elliot and Olivia. He began to dig through it, but didn't find anything but the usual garbage. He felt someone tap his shoulder and he turned. Olivia and Eliot were standing there.
"Ready to go back to the precinct?" Olivia asked. "We've been through all these garbage cans and there's nothing. We need to go see if Melinda has found anything and then see what Cragen wants us to do. If this case is like the others, he may just have us abandon it."
"Sure," Fin said. They all got into their respective squads and headed back.
The girl screamed, completely terrified. The man threw his hand up to cover her mouth. "Scream again and I'll kill you here and now. Either that or I'll rip your throat out. Your choice," He hissed in her ear. He pulled his hand away slightly, but the girl stayed silent. "Smart choice," He whispered, throwing the young girl to the ground. She threw her arms out to stop herself, gasping when she hit the cold concrete. But she still didn't scream. In a way, the man wished she had. He was in a mood to take control tonight, but he wanted a reason first. He knew she was gonna be dead before the end of the night anyway.
The man Leaned over her, pulling a length of rope from his pocket. The girl was still lying on her stomach, slowly trying to get up. He put a knee inn the middle of her back, forcing her back down before tying her hands behind her back. He grabbed her legs, forcing them open. He ripped them open, easily popping off the button and breaking the zipper. He forced them down. The girl tried kicking him, still not screaming. She tries getting her hands untied and keeps trying to fight him off. But he easily over powers her.
He rips the pants down and off her long, slender legs. He forces them apart and rips her underwear off. He forces himself inside of her and that forces a scream out of her. He slaps her face, shoving her underwear inside of her mouth. He needed her to stay quiet. Tears sprang to her eyes as he began thrusting.
After he was done, he got up and grabbed her ankles. He forced them back until they hit her wrists. He grabbed another length of rope and her ankles to her wrists. She couldn't move at all. He pulled a knife out of his pocket and her eyes went wide. "Oh don't worry," He said down to her, "I'm not using this to kill you. I'm just taking the rest of your clothes off. He used the knife to cut off her shirt and bra, staring down at her naked body.
Then he kicked her.
He kicked her hard in the ribs, feeling at least two break under his foot. He kept kicking her, alternating between left and right, hard and soft, until she stopped making noise. He checked for a pulse; found none. His work was almost done then. He grabbed all her clothes, including the underwear from her mouth. He shoved them into a garbage bag and took them to his car. He shoved them into his trunk. He jumped into the driver's seat and turned on the car. He knew exactly what he was going to do with the clothes.
He pulled into the garbage dump two hours later. Nobody would find them here. He jumped out of his car, shutting it off and pulling out the keys as he did so. He popped the trunk, grabbed the clothes, and slung them over his shoulder. He began to walk aimlessly, twisting and turning amidst the giant piles of garbage. He found a pile that had bags similar to his. He threw the bag into the pile, not bothering to see where it landed. He walked back towards his car, finding it easily despite not knowing this dump.
He started his car, carefully pulling away. He was fairly certain no one had witnessed anything. But even if they had, it didn't matter. He'd hunt them down and kill them. He was an expert at it. He could do it for a living if he wanted to. But he didn't. He was always very carefully with how he murdered people. So far, he hadn't even been detected. Never called in for questioning, never even looked at like a suspect.
Everything was going according to plan. His biggest accomplishment had been raping and killing Kathy Stabler earlier that year.
It had been approximately eight and a half months ago. That foolish girl had trusted him so easily, doing everything he had asked. Well, almost. The minute she had started to resist, he took immediate action, controlling the situation. He had tied her up, shoved her in the backseat, and drove for nearly three hours. He had arrived in the middle of nowhere, having absolutely no clue where he was.
But that was ok, because it meant Kathy didn't know either.
He had pulled her out of the backseat, but kept her tied up. He threw her on the ground and then raped her over and over again. Eventually her screaming had stopped and she had gone limp. He hadn't like that. She he started hitting her. Eventually he went too far and killed her. He figured he'd freak out, grow a conscious, and turn himself in. But he hadn't even felt guilty. He erased all evidence, burned her clothes, and left her naked body out to rot. Eventually someone found it, and by using DNA, identified her as Kathy Stabler. Elliot had freaked out, and the killer had so much fun watching his reaction. Elliot had vowed to catch the man who had done it, but so ffar, he hadn't even come close. And the rapist didn't think he ever would. He was too good.
And he enjoyed doing it. He had recently stayed in the Queens area, knowing Elliot would almost always be the oone to respond. And the killer loved imagining his expression when he saw another dead teenage girl. They always reminded him of Kathy. The idiot normally began to cry. Olivia always comforted him, but Elliot pretended it never happened. And when the captain closed the case because they weren't getting any new leads, Elliot always got so pissed. He hated letting a rapist go free, especially rapists that killed. But Elliot would never catch him. Because as soon as he got close, the killer had every intention of killing Elliot. He wasn't going to be merciless about it either. He figured he'd torture Elliot a bit.
The thought made him want to screw up a little bit. Just enough to get Elliot on his trail. But then there was the problem of the rest of the team. Elliot would most likely tell them and then they'd all come after him. He figured he'd be able to take them, but he didn't want to take any chances. There was always the chance he may lose. Then he'd either end up dead or in jail. Personally, he'd take death. But jail meant he could rape others too. Even if they were all men. Anyone weaker than him needed to be punished. No matter the gender.
Maybe he'd send Elliot a note. Admit he was the killer and tell Elliot to come see him alone. The killer figured he would, but he wasn't positive. Maybe he'd try it later. Oh well. Right now, he had to focus on getting home.
E/N: So….? What do you think? Did you enjoy? Not enjoy? Change, keep? I need reviews! Your reviews help keep the ideas coming! I love all my readers and I want to say thank you for all the help!
