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"Nobody ever did, or ever will, escape the consequences of his choices." - Alfred A. Montapert
Ch. 7: Red Death Escapes
Jane's POV
Hearing Adrian Marx saying the exact thing Hoyt said to me sent a chill down my spine. Kris was right about one thing this man scared the shit out of me a bit. I didn't want to show it, Kris told me he can sense it but it struck a nerve when he talked about her.
He leaned back in his chair, "So what can I do for you, Detective?"
"Where's your apprentice?"
"It seems that question is always repeated and I will repeat my answer, I don't know," he hissed. I looked down in his hands and he looked down at them. He smirked as he lifted them up, "These hands were the ones who tortured Kris if you like to know."
"Why now?"
"Did Kris ever tell you that it's the anniversary of when she betrayed me," Adrian told me. "You see she escaped by cutting through her rope that bounded her to her chair. She ran and soon she went into foster care with that priest."
"But why murder innocent lives? Why Kris? Why your own flesh and blood?"
Adrian laughed, "For the pleasure of it all and don't think Kris is all innocent, Detective. She tied those victims to their chairs willingly."
"You're lying," I called his bluff but I could see it was no lie
Oh, god…"Where's Nathaniel Clark," I redirected back to his apprentice. "Where is he now?"
Adrian looked annoyed, "You are very repetitive and annoying. I do not know where he is. I haven't seen him since the beginning of the murders." I could see that he was telling the truth as he leaned back.
I wanted to conclude everything right there. There was nothing and yet, something in me wanted to know something. It was bothering me and I knew Kris didn't know except the facts that she told me. I had to hear it from him for I needed to know this. "How did you meet Charles Hoyt," I inquired.
Adrian chuckled, "Still obsess with the dead, Detective?" I didn't answer but watched as he relaxed in his chair, "I was soldier in Afghanistan, and I was already getting the thrill of killing a person. It was a rush and then one day in our patrols, we found a man tied to a chair with his throat slit. I wondered who could do such art." I looked at him disgusted, "Yes Detective, it was art to me. Very interesting how they handle a blade so smoothly, I admired it and soon Charles noticed this. He took me aside for he was acting like a medical surgeon; of course, he told me he did those killings. I asked him to show me how and soon he took me under his wing." He seemed to smile at those fond memories while I watched in more disgust, "He trained me and soon, I returned from deployment. He told me he would find me again to work together."
"And he did," I pointed out.
"Correct, he found me and you know the rest, Detective."
I shook my head, "No, I don't. Why don't you elaborate?"
Adrian chuckled loudly, "Both Charles and I made Kris broken while Charles broke you. A perfect combination in one year." He continued to laugh louder as I leaned in and grab his shirt in rage. "You wanted to know, Jane. There's your answer," he smirked, "and now I give you another clue…"
Kris' POV
I finally woke up from my nap when I heard my cell phone ring; I answered it groggily, "Hello."
"How are you doing, sweetie," Price asked in concern.
I yawned as I sat up, "I'm doing better. Jane and I are back to talking terms, still a lot to discuss and all."
"That's good. Listen, how about I come down to the station and pick you up?"
"Sure Price, that's fine."
"Be safe."
"Always," I then hung up, swinging my legs off the autopsy table. I stood up, cracking my back and decided to walk over to Maura's office. I expected her to be inside but I didn't find her, I looked down at her desk to see autopsy reports and case files. I walked back out looking around the morgue again before I decided to go up to the bullpen.
I hope Jane is okay, I worried slightly. I checked my watch to see that two hours had already past. I climbed the stairwell until I reached the bullpen to see Korsak and Frost at their desks. Frost looked up, "I think we got a location of Nathaniel Clark."
"How so," I asked.
Frost smiled and lifted his phone up, "He's got his cell phone." I smiled widely and gave him a high five before I sat down beside him as he began to type into his computer, "I should get it soon."
I glanced up at Jane's desk and Korsak noticed it immediately. "She's in interrogation still."
"Still?"
"Yeah," Korsak nodded, "your father is giving her a run for her money."
"I hope she's okay. Adrian can be like Hoyt and try to get in her head."
"Janie beaten Hoyt many times and killed him. Adrian will be the same way once we find his apprentice," he told me reassuringly.
I nodded and looked at Jane's desk to see a copy of "Tell Tale Heart and other Writings" by Edgar Allan Poe. I picked it up, skimming through the pages; Jane had marked them up with pen and highlighter writing notes. Her handwriting scrawled all over it before I reached a certain page in "The Masque of the Red Death." I began to read it quietly to myself, And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall…
I immediately closed the book, feeling a shiver go up my spine. Red Death's presence is acknowledged and Jane is with him. "Kris," I looked up at Korsak who noticed my spaced look, "I want you to know that you are a strong kid. We got your back."
"Thanks guys," I smiled.
"Escort him out," I looked over to see Jane walking to us. Her face looking slightly pale but still had the air of strength I admire. I then noticed that she had a small white paper in her hand, I looked at it curiously without saying a word before she noticed my gaze. "You want to read this? It might something booky involving."
"Booky?"
"Yes bookworm. Now read."
I looked at her before rolling my eyes reading the note, "An angel shall fall and you will be unable to stop it."
I handed the note back to Jane who took it, "Anything rings a bell?"
I shook my head, "No. That's Adrian doing his own."
"I thought you would know? It sounds like a thing you would know. At least, It sounded like it was something from a book you would know."
"Well it isn't," I handed the note back. "He's giving gibberish."
"He does seem unstable," I looked over to see Maura entering the bullpen also. "Your father is going to get leaded out of interrogation right now."
I nodded before I noticed the light flicker, everyone else noticed too. "That's weird," Korsak stated, "that never happens." The lights flickered again as I noticed Adrian stepped out of interrogation with a smirk on his lips.
Our eyes locked as he said to me, "Everything you love will be mine." Jane gripped my shoulder tightly before the lights suddenly went out.
Jane's POV
I quickly grabbed Kris' arm when the lights went out. I could sense the panic that was building in all of us when we heard a loud bang. We all went to the floor with Kris shifting slightly away from me. "Maura," she hissed as I heard a loud clap of hands.
Suddenly the emergency lights went on; I slowly stood with my gun drawn. I slowly stood up before hearing a loud shout, "Officer down!"
I placed my gun back to the holster, running to the officer down. He was bleeding from the chest, coughing blood up while Korsak was relaying information. He got off the phone, "We got a paramedic coming."
Maura quickly bent down to the officer, placing her hand on his chest to slow the bleeding. Kris pulled her jacket off, handing it to Maura. "What happened," Maura asked as she pressed down at the wound.
"We were escorting Adrian Marx when the lights went out. He somehow got out of the zip ties and got hold of my gun," the officer blurted out fast. "He got my partner." The officer coughed more as I looked up at Korsak who quickly was looking at Frost.
Frost went to his computer, "We are on lockdown."
"That won't stop him," Kris suddenly said. I looked up at her to see her pale but holding onto her pocket, she must have her pocketknife. "If he escaped and still in here, shooting one guy who says he's stopping," she said to me.
"You sure?"
She nodded, "Like the first note said, Red Death now roams the land."
Finally, I got something down. I'm sooooooooo sorry guys that this took so long. It seems my writer's block is slowly going away but lately, it's been hard to write this story. I'm going to finish it though! I won't give up and I thank you for sticking with me.
