Father of Mine
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I know I promised some people that I wouldn't make another story until I finished some. But I will so don't worry. I plan on finishing Danger, Road Rage, The Past Returns, and Screams in the Night. So don't yell at me. I WILL finish them! And has anyone noticed it seems like all my stories have Ryan (or Greg) getting into trouble?
"No… don't… please!" a woman sobbed.
She had many cuts all over her fragile form. Tears clouded her horrified brown eyes. Blonde bangs were matted to her forehead with sweat. She struggled with the shackles that held her to the wall. She was standing in a puddle of her own blood. Her pink tank top was ripped and bloody.
A black gloved hand stroked her cheek. The woman shuddered at the touch. More tears fell faster down her face. The hand made it's way down her face and onto her midsection. In an instant a knife was sticking into her chest. She gasped, her eyes widened. Blood began trickling out the corner of her mouth with each gasp.
"If I can't have you… than no one can." a voice whispered to her as she took her last breath.
The person pulled out the knife, wiping the blood on the glove. Whistling filled the now quiet room. A hooded figure came out of the shadows. They unchained the woman and out her in a black garbage bag. Still whistling, they put the bag over their shoulder and left.
"Aw crap! I'm going to be late!" a man screamed as he sped down the streets.
His eyes kept shifting down to the clock on the radio. He was late to his son's kindergarten play. Not only would his wife hate him but his son would never talk to him again. He couldn't let that happen. His wife was already leaning towards divorce.
As he was driving down the road he didn't notice the falling object heading towards his car. He found out soon enough when a loud thud hit the top of his car, pushing it in towards his head. The windows cracked with the pressure. The man slammed on the brakes not knowing what had happened. He got out of his now damaged car. The sight before him made him freeze.
The dead woman (from before) laid on top of his car, weights tied to her ankles. Moaning came from the other side of the car. Hesitating, the man walked around. Another woman was on the ground beside the car. The puddle of blood around her was steadily growing. Her blue-green eyes stared at him, begging for help.
"Help… help me…" the woman began to choke.
The man knelt down next to her, taking off his jacket. He pit it over her half naked body.
"Hold on," he shook as he called the police.
Paramedics lifted the unconscious women into the ambulance. The man was still shaking as Tripp talked to him. Alexx looked at the woman on the car. Eric was snapping photos of the body. Horatio looked at the crime scene. Only one witness.
Alexx sighed. "Fifth one this month."
Horatio looked at the retreating ambulance, "Sixth."
"Who would do such a thing, Horatio?"
"I don't know… but I'll find out."
Some of the coroner's assistants lifted the woman off the top of the car so Alexx could better examine her.
"Poor baby. She was tortures for a while" She said sadly as she lifted the victim's shirt. "Looks like a fatal stab wound to the heart. I'll know more at autopsy."
She felt around for a wallet but didn't find one.
Alexx stood up and looked at Horatio, "Promise me you'll find the man behind this. And soon. I don't want any more children on my tables."
"We will Alexx. We will."