Hey guys, thank you for being so patient with me on this one. The story seems to have grown a mind of its own, and for that I need to write a warning. You see, Katie and Effy get up to some... morbid shenanigans and well... I'm not sure how comfortable some of you are with that. So you can skip it if you like, I will write a little summary at the end for those of you who don't like reading about madness and murder.

"Did I ever tell you the definition of insanity?" She says.

That glint in her eye - that one that turns you on so much - is starting to take form. You see him start to tremble, his whole body awakens into violent tremors as you see the fear rush through his entire body. The duct tape over his mouth is blocking his feeble attempts at remorse from escaping his putrid lips - those desperate pleas you can only imagine he would say to try and turn back the clock - and you know it only gives Effy more pleasure. Pleasure in knowing, that her words are not wasted on this man. It is a laughable contradiction to you - considering the man himself is a waste of space - but it is exhilarating for you to witness someone other than you; hang on this woman's every word. Not but an hour before, he witnessed your aggressive snog and thought a comment would go on unnoticed. But Effy is nothing if not menacing, the sheer lack of respect thrown in your direction was enough to bring on that wicked smile of hers, and club the laughing man. Waking up in this hell is a punishment much deserved, in your opinion. But, you can't help but think; that your opinions are a little biased as of late.

"They say I am insane. They all said I was a strange case. But you know what? I am not insane. You see," She positions the metal chair, causing an ominous sound of finality to clear into the empty room around you, as the sound bounces off every corner and plummets towards the shaking man. You can feel your heart beat faster in your chest, as her taunting reaches the highest of heights for you. Something about this woman, her confidence - her authority - some would call it obsession. Some would call it infatuation. But the truth of the matter is that she mystifies you in the full sense, but watching her unleash her wicked side; creates a whole other world for you both to live in.

"People who do the same thing over, and over, expecting different results? Now they are the insane ones. The first time my therapist told me that..." She inhales a dramatic breath and rolls her head back.

"I thought he was taking the piss, you know? Lying to me. So you know what I did? I grabbed the pen from his right chest pocket, that one that used to press into my shoulder when he was on top of me, and well... I stabbed it in his fucking eye."

The man starts to scream through the duct tape, and you take your que from Effy and swing the pipe in your hands hard at the back of the mans' elbow. He yelps in pain; but he isn't begging Effy anymore. She lets out a small laugh, as she continues on. You can't help but smile.

"He was right, you know. Can you believe it? He was actually, fucking right." She picks up a pair of pliers from the table next to you, and the man starts to squirm. She is using the tip of the pliers to clean some blood out from under her fingernails, as the tears of a dead man stream down his face.

"Because I started to see it everywhere. The people, doing the same fucking things, everyday, expecting something different. Expecting their lives to change. And it was in that moment when I realized; I was far from insane."

She stands up, pushing the chair out from under her violently, as it slams the wall. Your excitement is rising, as the man cowers even closer to the floor. You know your time is near...

"What did you think, huh? When you first saw my face, tell me. What did you see?"

The man doesn't dare look at her, which only infuriates you. You grab him from behind, and hold the pipe to his neck so he is forced to look at her. She smirks at you, before continuing her taunting.

"Let me guess... Beautiful? Sexy? or my personal favourite... you were imagining me bent over a chair, weren't you?"

You hold him steady as she flexes the pliers in her hands, before looking up at the man and smiling wickedly. She grabs his eyebrow ring with the pliers, and yanks it out of his face violently. The man bucks and wails under your grasp, but he isn't going anywhere. Effy plays with the bloody piercing in her hand, and turns around to face him again.

"The thing is, mate. I am far from being those, normal things... A maniac, a tyrant. Those are the kinds of words that people will use to describe me; do you see?"

She tosses the pliers over her shoulder and bends down to his face. You let him go, and take a quick seat in the chair behind the man. This is it, the moment where she lets it all out. The moment that the fear will show in his face the most, and you await the depths patiently.

"You, my dear fellow. You, are going to be the exception here tonight. You, are going to do something different... something life-altering. Don't you want to be a part of the revolution?" He hides his face from Effy as she speaks, so she reaches down to him and grabs his face, slapping him playfully in the cheeks.

"Hey, hey, look at me. It's alright, shhh. I'm going to tell you something, just relax. Take a deep breath..."

You stand from your chair as the moment closes in on you, and you pick up the axe next to you, leaning against the wall to your left.

"It's not me you need to be afraid of."

In that moment, you swing at the man with all your might. And you don't stop, even when your arms grow tired. The warmth of his blood is everywhere on you now; you can feel his heartbeat stream down your face. But in this moment, everything is perfect. You've finally found your smile, it's pure and blood stained. You scream 'who's the bitch now?' as you paint the walls with his vibrant and exclusive shade of red. You know Effy is leaning against the table watching you, and it urges you on faster; harder. Watching the destruction you can cause has turned into a kind of foreplay for Effy, and you know she is soon to unleash her inner Leviathan. You eagerly await her presence every time, and you feel her growing near as you launch your final swing at the dead body. You drop the axe to the floor with a solid clunk, as you hear Effy quietly push off the table. You stand still, awaiting her next move intently, as you feel her arms slink around your waist. She rests her chin on your shoulder, and whispers into your ear softly:

"Amazing."

And it's in that moment that it all starts, she turns you around and the feel of her lips on yours is aggressive and hungry. You know exactly how bad she wants you, how much you have turned her on. And you are nothing but Effy's willing victim. She slides her arms down your body before you feel her at your bum; and you almost groan with the anticipation of her next move. instead of squeezing - which is something you would have expected - she lifts you clear off the ground. You instinctively wrap your legs around her waist, as her arms cradle you from below. You are much shorter than the tall girl, but in this position you are at eye level with her. You wrap your arms around her neck as she slams you into the wall, the sound of breaking glass fills your ears. You let Effy roam your neck with her mouth, but it's when she starts to unbutton your shirt that you realize you are covered in blood.

"Eff... Effy." You start, pushing back on her shoulders so she will look at you. Her eyes bore into your own, and you curse yourself for stopping this woman. Perfection she is, the full definition, and you almost decide to kiss her before you see your own reflection in her arctic eyes.

"I have to clean off first. I'm covered."

You motion to your face and torso with blood soaked hands, in the hopes that Effy will let you clean up first. She doesn't let go of you though, and continues to stare intensely into your eyes. Her trademark smirk starts to form on her lips, as her eyes begin to rake your body. It's when she lets out a small laugh that you buckle completely. She holds you in place with one arm, as her other one comes loose and up to your face. She runs a finger down your cheek until the tip of her finger is soaked in blood. You don't dare break her gaze as she puts that finger into her smiling mouth, and it emerges completely clean. Your mind starts spinning frantically as she decides to rip your shirt off and carry you over to the table, slamming you down forcefully onto it. Your kisses grow in hunger for her, as she expertly runs her nails down your back. You beg her to draw blood, but she has her own mind made up of what she is going to do to you. She runs a wet tounge painfully slow up your neck, and you can feel the heat of her breath on your skin as she tugs at your ear eagerly with her teeth. Your legs wrap tightly around her waist, as you start to undo her belt buckle. The clanking sound of her metal buckle becoming undone sends a rush of heated excitement through your body, while she slides her hand into your leggings. And it's in the moment her hand is exactly where you want it to be, hovering just above you in some lame attempt at flattery, that makes you lose your patience and push your hips into her. The feeling of Elizabeth Stonem inside you creates a boiling pot of desire as you wrap your arms tightly around her neck, bringing her as close to you as possible.

You wonder for a lengthy amount of time if she had attended med school - using your cadaver as the subject of her education - because it is the only way you can fathom how well she knows your body. Where to poke, where to prod. Where to stroke that sends you reeling in a fit of nerves and pleasure. And it only takes a few moments for her to send you plummeting over the edge, before you've completely gone mad.

Two hours earlier...

Break involuntary ties, a secret so the spies could never find us out. Stay for as long as you have time, so the mess that we'll become, leaves something to talk about. A casual affair that could go anywhere, and only for tonight; take any moment, any time.

A lover on the left,

A sinner on the right.

"That's quite a predicament you're in, Katiekins."

You shift uncomfortably in your seat, as your reaction time starts to slow down. Effy gets the BEST drugs. You know it's true. The room spins and starts to blur, with each line you inhale the faces dancing along the walls get more animated.

"Yeah, well. She is an important part of my life, Eff. I mean, I rely on her really."

"Or she relies on you."

You scrunch your nose up in disagreement. "I don't think that's how it works-"

"I know a guy." She cuts in. "He specializes in chemistry and shit. He can help you."

You think for a moment, before the realization kicks in. She is talking about her dealer. That scruffy guy you met not one hour before - wearing a dirty old wife beater and the baggiest pair of jeans you've ever seen on a pipe cleaner with eyes look-alike - the one who showed you a grand tour of his little 'cook house' in the hopes that his manners would ignite a fire in Effy. Little does he know that fire only burns for you.

"He's a prick-"

"He cooks good shit." She cuts again. "And he was some, big wig, head chemist for a pharmaceutical company a while back... the point is, he is fucking brilliant, and I could probably get him to create a prescription for you."

You ponder her offer for a moment, but can't seem to make out what exactly it is that she is proposing. Normally you understand her to no fault, but maybe it's your lack of confidence in the thug; or maybe you don't believe it is possible. To block Emily out of your life completely, to finally have a life separate from her. The thought of such a reality seems just shy of your reach, it's always just shy of your reach; and you think that Effy is shooting for the sky because of her inebriated state. But she turns your world on it's head when she gives you an ultimatum.

"Just meet with him, Katie. Try it. If you don't, we can't continue like this."

You've never felt this before, a sense of insecurity. It terrifies you, the thought of Effy not being with you anymore, the thought that she doesn't want you.

"Wh... what?"

You actually, fucking stutter; as the fear cripples you. They say when fear cripples you, when deaths' shadow surrounds you; you need to drop a rose. But that won't work here.

"She is a liability, Katie. Plain and simple; she will find out about you. Some way or another, and then what? What exactly do you think will happen when she finds out what you are? What we are? I'm not going back to that place. If I never hear the screams again, it will be too soon."

You focus on each word from her lips more than you ever have, and you finally come to a decision. She is right. And you've grown tired of sharing with perfect, little Emily Campbell. The one who runs your life, the one you tip-toe around as to not disturb the dirt beneath her feet. Things are not so easy as to just make her another victim, you can't bury her where the dirt will fill her lungs. You can't paint the walls with her blood, and it's all something of a frustration to you. An awakening, a finality. You will no longer share with Emily. This life is yours; and you are taking it back by force.

Emily

Not long after Naomi called the Police, they hauled Cook down to the prescient for questioning. The officers were nice enough to question Naomi in her office with you present, your strong grip on her hand showing your unwavering support. Their questions brought out answers in Naomi that you expected, but your inner monologue scares you so much; you are knocked off keel. It's like, your mind has the answers to all the questions the officers are asking, but you haven't the slightest idea how you could possibly know any of it. You tremble a little, thinking maybe your mind is doing this as some kind of coping mechanism; creating instances in your head of how everything went down so that you can understand something terrible. But the detail in which you recall things makes you disagree instantly.

"Where were you during the hours of 2, and 5 a.m. Mrs. Campbell?"

At a party.

"At home, sleeping."

"Can anyone confirm that?"

That girl, with the eyes as cold as a glacier, and a smile as black as the night sky.

"My wife, Emily."

"I'm sorry Mrs. Campbell, but your wife is not a good enough alibi. Do you have anyone else?"

"No, sir."

You squeeze her hand to show your support, she knows you're there but you can't help but want to reinforce it. She sends you a weak smile, before the officer asks her a new series of questions.

"What can you tell me about the deceased. A Ms. Sophia Morton, a Mr. Danny Black, and a Ms. Julie Smythe?"

One was shagging Cook, one was strangled, one was beaten.

"Sophia was a new employee... very bright. Danny worked in maintenance and Julie was our main floor Receptionist."

"And how long had each employee been working for you?"

"Sophia was new, as I said. Danny was about... three years in. Julie has one year."

You feel Naomi's hand twitch beneath yours, a nervous tic of hers is to fidget. But you have her in place - just for now - as you hold her hand reassuringly. You mentally slap yourself for bringing up all these details, how or why it is happening is a mystery to you. your palms are sweating, and Naomi will begin to notice soon.

"Okay Mrs. Campbell, that's all the questions we have for now. We are going to need a copy of each employee record, Mr. Cook's as well."

"Is he a suspect?" You chime in stupidly, though you can't help it. For some reason, you know he is innocent; and the thought of him being jailed for having a party is not something you want to have happen to the man.

"We cannot discuss the details of this case with you, Mrs. Campbell. We will be in touch."

Naomi gets up from her seat, and goes directly for her filing cabinet. You try your hardest to hide your fears, but the mask you are wearing is oily; slipping off your face with each breath you take. The officer takes the files Naomi hands him, placing them into his briefcase, before he makes a quick exit. Naomi waits for the man to leave before slumping back into her chair; exhausted. You stand, making your way over to her as she starts to rub at her temples.

"It's going to be okay-"

"They died, Emily. I... I've worked with all of them. Enough to know about the people they left behind. Nothing I can do will fix this."

You see tears start to fall down her face, and you can't help yourself any longer. You lean down, and wrap your arms around your distraught wife; hiding your own tears in the soft material of her wool jumper. She sobs quietly in your arms, and you use every muscle in your body not to break. Naomi needs you, she needs you to be strong for her. That pillar that holds her up when things around her waiver, a job you happily accepted the day she let you see just how fragile she really was. Just then, a call comes through on Naomi's desk phone. She sniffles a little, giving you a gentle kiss before answering the phone in a surprisingly calm tone.

"Hello?... What are you talking about?... No, I don't know anyone by that name. Yeah, I'll come down and-... Sure. Tell them I'll be there shortly."

She hangs up the phone, and begins to rub at her temples again.

"That was Cook. He needs a ride home, and the police want me to look at a suspect Cook described. See if maybe she was a disgruntled former-employee or something. Do you want to go home?"

You shake your head quickly, and take her hands gently in yours; raising her up off her chair.

"I'm coming with you."

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The ride to the prescient was quiet, and full of un-said words. You saw Naomi try her hardest to grip the steering wheel during your drive, but you had to tell her to pull over so you could switch places. You didn't want her to have to do anything she isn't ready for, and she needed that time to relax and try to think.

You climb the steps together - just like you do in life - and enter through the glass doors of the police station. it's an odd and busy place, with slags and drunks fumbling about and making scenes in every corner of the building. Naomi instinctively pulls you tightly to her, as she's always been very protective of you. You walk down the messy, loud and shaking corridor until you reach the front desk. Naomi tells the woman in uniform something you can't quite make out, as the angry woman next to you is screaming about her cat at the top of her lungs. The officer doesn't look up, and gives you both a dismissive wave in the direction of the right hallway. Of course - your wife being the ever mindful one - gives the disillusioned officer a nod of thanks before you make your way down the hallway. There is panic in the pit of your stomach, something inside of you fears that the white walls of this place are about to close in on you at any second. But Naomi being very... Naomi, holds you tightly; reassuring you that she holds the solace that you seek. You both see him at the same time, sitting on a very uncomfortable looking chair with his head bowed; fumbling with the cellphone in his hands. The sound of Naomi's heels on the hollow floor makes the man aware of your ever advancing presence, as he lifts his sullen head and forces a smile on his face.

"Emilio, Naomikins. You're both a sight for sore eyes."

He stands, and raises his arms out - signalling for you to enter his embrace. And you don't really hesitate, because the man looks a broken mess. You can only imagine what kind of degree he has been through; a man with his past and record. Anyone else would think he was suspect number one, but something in you KNOWS this man is far from responsible for the deaths of those people. He wraps his brawny arms around you tightly, as he rests his chin atop your head. You pat his back a few times comfortingly, before you pull back and look into the sad mans' forest green eyes.

"They want you guys to check out some girl... It seems they matched my description to a girl they had on file. I don't remember her workin' wiv us, but what can it hurt; right Naoms?"

He lets you go, and Naomi gives him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. It seems you're not the only one convinced of the mans' innocence. Naomi enters the room confidently, and greets the detectives at the desk with a few brief handshakes before taking a seat at the table across from them. You enter quietly after, shutting the door softly behind you and taking your seat next to Naomi.

"Alright, ladies. We're going to show you a couple pictures of women that match the description that Mr. Cook gave us, please let us know if you recognize any of them. Okay?"

Both Naomi and you nod in unison, before the detective starts to open up the binder on the table and pull out a few photos from inside. They all seem to look similar, brown hair and blue eyes. But none of them strike a chord with you, until the last photo emerges. A girl you've seen in your dreams, the one that would not stop popping into your head all afternoon. Long, brown locks engulf her face - a slender frame - but it's the eyes that give you that feeling of certainty in your stomach. The icy shade of blue sends your insides into a fit as you gaze into them. Lifeless, cold, and menacing they are to you, as you pick up the photo to study the name written beneath the inmate number on the photo.

Elizabeth Stonem.

So, a re-cap as promised. Katie and Effy brutally murder some unlucky man who made the mistake of pissing Effy off. As it were, Effy is a psychotic murderer with more mental problems than a serial rapist on Criminal Minds and Katie is head-over-heels devoted to Effy; making her just as sick as our favourite Stonem.

I hope you're still liking this, I know it may be a hard pill to swallow - our Keffy being so... brutal - but it's necessary. There is a point, it's not just some sick extension of my imagination!

Drop me a review? I read every word. So know that your praise, hate or frustration does not fall on deaf ears.

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