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My eyes widened as I heard this. I was very glad the phone was on speaker, because if it wasn't I'm sure I would have dropped it. After a few more moments of stunned silence, I managed to speak, falling back into my confidant nature...though in reality it was just a mask...a serial killer was talking to me on the phone! Wouldn't you be freaking out?
I remembered what I had read earlier that day about serial killers, and I kept that in mind before I spoke.
'If a Serial Killer knows his victim is afraid, it will only entice him more...he or she will only become more excited if they know they are inflicting fear on the person they are trying to hurt...In a killers mind, it's all about power...'
So I wouldn't let him know that my internal organs were attempting to turn themselves inside out. I put on a mask of confidence and brought myself to speak at an even tone.
"Calling the FBI's headquarters and openly admitting to being a killer...that's very smart of you." My confidant air was completely shattered at the sound of his sinister laugh, however. This guy was really good at knowing how to play with a persons mind.
"I have no fear of getting caught, Samantha, because I know that it will never happen." I didn't reply. There was no need for me to.
"You see, Samantha, deep down I'm a fun guy, I like to play games just like everybody else. In fact, I'd like to invite you to play a game with me...How about a little game of Simon Says?"
If said by any other person, It would have seemed casual, maybe a bit strange. But this man said it in such a dark, evil way that it made me, a dark-loving person, feel very, very afraid...and all he had done was invite me to play a child's nursery game!
He continued speaking.
"I'm sure you've played this game before. I say what to do, and you do it. Of course, I'm going to have to lay down the rules first..."
This man was insane! Was he asking me to play a part in some twisted game?
"Rule number one: This is between you and I. Tell the other agents listening in on this call to back off. Now." I shot them a helpless glance and lifted the receiver to my ear, ending the speaker phone.
"They're gone." I managed to say. I looked over at tucker, who had plugged his PDA into the base of the phone and was attempting to trace it using some fancy technology I would never be able to understand.
"Good. I'll be in touch." and with that, I was left with nothing but the dial tone.
I put the phone down, looking to my unit members with wide eyes. "He said he'd be in touch." I said, staring blankly at the phone. My mind was still trying to process what just happened. "This game he want's me to play...I need to do it." I said, standing up and brushing off my black pants...more out of habit than them actually needing to be brushed off. Danny was the first one to protest this.
"No. You'd be putting yourself in direct danger." I shook my head in protest.
"This might be our only way of figuring out who he is! I need to do this."
Danny turned to the other team members in search of backup, but it seemed that the others couldn't make up their minds either. Our Unit Adviser, Emma O'Connell, nodded in my direction.
"She's right, Danny. Four people have died, and if we don't do anything about it, more will die as well."
I nodded. This was something that needed to be done.
Later that night, I was sitting in my apartment with Valerie...Or should I say, our apartment. It turns out that buying a house you've never stepped foot in isn't a good idea. It turned out that 'in need of improvement.' meant 'too much damage to ever possibly hope to improve' It was a complete disaster. Valerie had a very nice apartment with an extra bedroom she was using for storage. She offered that I joined her in her apartment as her room mate. We came to terms on it, and in end both of us ended up happy...She paid half of the rent, and I paid the other. It was working out great so far.
Woah...I started ranting...Anyways.
I thanked Valerie as she handed me a cup of tea. She sat down next to me with her own cup, taking a sip. We didn't say anything, but I knew we were thinking the same thing...about earlier that day. Unable to bear it any more, I stood up.
"I'm going to go take a shower."
I turned and walked down the hall, entering the bathroom and shutting the door behind me. Today had been extremely stressful. After being contacted by the killer of four women, I couldn't help but keep a chilling thought from my mind. 'I might be next...'
I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water run over me, trying to wash my bad thoughts away. Only the water was falling in an odd direction so that it was hitting the shower curtain instead of me. I reached up to adjust the shower head, and as I did so the head came right off into my hands. I looked down at it in surprise, and then the immense flooding began. It sprayed from the pipe, now not having a proper head to slow down the water flow. I jumped from the shower, pulling on my robe and running out of the hall. "Valerie!" I shouted. "Something weird just happened with the pipe!"
There had been no way to stop the water from pouring out, so we ended up having to shut the water off in our entire apartment.
"..look's like we'll be showering at the gym tomorrow." Valerie said, plopping back down on the couch. I sighed. "I have no idea how that happened...I'll pay for the-" Valerie cut me off
"The shower head was freaking out for months now, it wasn't your fault."
I nodded slowly, sitting down next to her, fiddling with the drawstring of my black and purple pajama pants. Yes, my love for dark colors hadn't changed since highschool...and I admit I still wear my combat boots from time to time...
God, what is it with me ranting about anything and everything when it pops into my head! I'm going to need to seek professional help about that...but that might cost too much money and I-
...I'm doing it again, aren't I.
I'll stop now. It was late...both Valerie and I had a very long day, and we finally both just curled up into a ball and fell asleep.
Gah...Okay, I know the second half of this chapter was boring, but there's a reason that the shower head broke, okay? Trust me. It's coming to play in later chapters. PLEASE review...as much as I love this story, you readers are my motivation...and I love constructive criticism...I'm trying to learn how to be a better writer! Until the next chapter,
Aiyanabell.
