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Taking Over Me part 12

George backed away against the counter. At that moment he understood why Izzie was so afraid of this man. He was terrifying. Intimidating.

"How did you get in here?" George asked, trying to sound brave.

"It's not that hard," Al said. "I can do just about anything, you know."

"You almost killed my wife."

"I know that," Al said with another grin. "We all know that. I didn't mean to kill her. It was just sort of a warning. A preview of what was to come. It definitely showed you how serious I am, didn't it? Izzie did try to warn you."

"So what are you going to do now? Just kill me?"

"Not exactly now," Al said. "Izzie is on her way. I wouldn't let her miss that. I'm sad that all of this has finally come to an end. It was fun while it lasted."

"You're sick," George said, looking at him with an impassive face. "You really are."

"Why thank you," Al said. "As much as a compliment that it is, I really don't appreciate it much. Sure I've done many things in my life. In this past few days, I could say. But what I'm going to do tonight, that'll be my greatest accomplishment."

"You won't get away with it," George said at once.

Al laughed. "You know how many things I've gotten away with without ever getting caught? No one knows about me except you and Izzie. Since I have left no trail for them to follow me, they won't know who did it. And even if they would find out, I'd be gone before they could ever do anything."

"You may think that," George said, "but I don't believe it."

"You put too much faith in people. Take Izzie, for instance. I started taking advantage of her a long time ago. And still today, I am able to leave her messages, get into her house, so many things, and no body knows it was me. Well, two people do. But after tonight that won't be much of a problem."

George stared at him.

"So why are you doing this anyway? How can you do this?"

"I found out my daughter had been here," Al said. "And at the same hospital Izzie Stevens worked at. So I came to visit. My mind isn't like those of other people, Mr. O'Malley. You could even call me crazy. I get pleasure from other people's pain. Especially such gullible people like your friend Izzie. People I know don't have the guts to do anything. It just is very appealing to me. And tonight, this will be appealing to me. I'll be able to prove I really am an invincible person. It's too bad neither of you will get to see it."

George's mind was racing. He was trying to think of something, anything he could do. He wasn't going to let this man get away with anything that he had done. Yet it was like he was frozen, his mind debating, saying there's nothing you can do. He's too much for you. This is the end, and you know it. Al Chambers had that effect on you. George looked at the clock. It was 9:20.

Think, he told himself. There has to be something you can do.

"There's nothing you can do," Al said, scaring George more. It's like he's reading my mind. "This is it, buddy. You should have just left her alone, let her deal with it herself. Then your wife would be here with you and you could have lived at least another day. You blew it, buddy. You need to learn to listen. Well ii suppose you are tonight, aren't you?" He laughed.

The door swung open. Al smiled but didn't turn around. "I was wondering when you'd get here, Izzie."

George was staring at her. She looked at him for a second, a look that said don't do anything. Not now.

Al finally turned to look at her. He stared at her for a moment, then laughed.

"Izzie, Izzie," he said. "Never would I think you'd go this far."

"Then you don't know me as well as you think," she said, pointing a gun in his face.

"So what, are you going to kill me, Izzie? You don't have it in you. But I'm very impressed at your effort. Bravo."

She didn't move. He sighed.

"Put it down Izzie. You know as well as I that you'd never do it. Not even if I was pointing a gun at your head."

She still didn't move. "You don't know me. You don't know what I'm capable of."

He stepped closer, so he was only inches away. "Then pull the trigger, sweetheart. Kill me."

She stared at him with terrified eyes. Her hands shook slightly.

"Izzie-" George started.

"Just shut up George."

"Ooo, ouch," Al smiled. "Getting pretty stressful, isn't this? Let us get down to business now."

"I hate you," Izzie whispered. "I hate you with every fiber in my body. I hate you for everything you did, and not just to me. I really hate you."

"Now that's not very nice," Al said.

"Neither are you," she said. "You deserve it."

"Now let's cut it out now." He grabbed the gun. She was shocked by it, but didn't let go.

"Give it to me Izzie. Don't make this harder than it has to be. Give it to me!"

"No!" she cried, and pulled away from him. "I won't let you do it!"

"Maybe it is better if I kill you first," he said menacingly. "You're becoming a real pain."

"This is the end, Al," Izzie whispered. "But this is the end for you."

He stared at her, and for the first time looked convinced that she might actually be serious. She took a deep breath. This was her only chance to fix what she had messed up. It was the only thing she could do.

"Goodbye, Al."

And she pulled the trigger.