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The scream that his Angel let out was quite possibly the loudest noise Jeremiah had ever heard.
It was loud and high and shrill and ear splitting and absolutely heart breaking to hear. Every bone in his body ached at the sound and the entire room appeared to tremble.
Jeremiah held the knife firmly and twisted; watching as a fresh stream erupted from the young boy. His angel gasped and a half cry left his lips before he slumped back onto the ground and lay still.
Jeremiah smiled, and lay his angel's wrist down by his side. Watching as the blood began to trek across the floor and soak into the fabric of his angels clothes.
It was winding around, flowing through cracks and slowly snaking further and further away from the boy. Jeremiah watched its journey. Entranced. For some unknown reason it made him feel incredibly peaceful, it was as if everything had just fallen it place.
Things were going right...it was going to be perfect.
Officer Jasper Mules had been with the Ohio State police for close on 2 years now. He had been witness to bar bashings, drunken driving, stabbings, rape cases and even a murder trial. Yet no case had quite made his heart race as the one of Kurt Hummel.
He was enraptured as soon as the teens face was pinned on the board in the Westerville office. A large, see through board entirely dedicated to him.
Day by day more and more little pieces would be added to that board; a long black line leading to a family photo and descriptions, school photos, a screen shot of some CCTV footage. Then nothing.
Until now.
Now he was sitting in a squad car amongst an entire legion of police vehicles as they set of to Westerville's east district; fully equipped with guns, tazers, sedatives and sniffer dogs, which were each armed with an item of Hummel's clothing to help lead them.
Jasper was in a car further to the back. He was still fairly young and the other officers liked to keep him 'safe and sound' by making sure he was as far away from the action as possible. They were all heading to the 'most likely' location, whilst he was sent to the surrounding area to search.
Apparently the department had acquired the suspects address from a young woman who worked with him. She knew the rough location, but not the exact place; so they were currently scowering the entire 4 mile radius she had given them.
Right now though, Jasper's car had pulled up on the sidewalk of one of the smaller streets and he was getting out; patting his pocket to check on his gun before heading round to the trunk of the car and letting the sniffer dog out of the back.
Jeremiah shifted in his place; pushing his hands down on the remaining dry ground to push himself to his feet.
The knife still lay by his angel's side, Jeremiah having placed it there once he had extracted it from the teen's wrist. The blood was still flowing free. It just wouldn't stop. More and more was pouring out; creating a river down his angel's side. It was beautiful...
Jeremiah smiled and tore his gaze away as he turned; strolling across the darkened room to retrieve a small object from a nook in the wall.
The gun
Jasper knelt down next to the sniffer dog (a large German Sheppard) with a sealed plastic wallet clutched in his hands.
He slowly pulled the zipper open, extending it out so the dog could lock on to the scent.
The item within the wallet was maroon and cream striped scarf. It was stuffed into the plastic in a rather haphazard way, but Jasper supposed that was to prevent any scent confusion for the dog. If time was spent folding the victims scent would get weaker. And they couldn't have that.
He left the dog with the scarf for a moment as he locked up the squad car; stuffing the keys into a pocket underneath his bulletproof vest. He fished around in his pant pockets for a moment, confirming the location of all his 'gadgets'.
His gun was in a band around his waist along with his radio and flash-light. His stun-gun was in a pocket of the BPV and his Police ID was hidden just beneath the BPV's clip, attached to his shirt pocket. He felt like one of those cops from the movies. He snorted, now wishing he had some kind of sunglasses with him, to really look the part.
Suddenly Jasper spun around as the dog he had been assigned started barking madly. Her tail was wagging with a silent fury as she spouted her thoughts through each yowl.
Well this was a surprise...
Jasper knew what the bark meant. She had picked up a scent.
She had actually picked up a scent... Oh God...
Hummel was here...
Jeremiah cradled the gun in his hand; loving the weight in his palm; the cold metal drawing the heat from his body as he twirled in around his fingers. He cocked the barrel out and counted the bullets inside. He'd used 2 already; one accidentally and one as a deliberate scare for his angel. That left one.
One shining silver bullet that was his one way pass to the heavens.
Jeremiah chuckled as he slotted the barrel back in place and moved back to take a seat next to the bleeding teen.
Not long now...
Jasper let the dog lead him; her nose dragging along the ground as she weaved down the sidewalk. Stopping occasionally to raise her snout to the sky and look around before she continued on her hunt.
They'd been travelling around 3 or 4 minutes when she halted in front of a small white wash gate, rain damaged and damp, well hidden behind a solid block of trees. The dog sniffed the gate once and barked.
Jasper glanced down at the dog, which was now pawing at the gate; her claws tearing at the wood.
He swung it open with a piercing screech from the bolts and stepped through into a strange looking...garden?
Upon closer inspection, Jasper found it was more like an old ornamental show lawn than a garden. Albeit a long since abandoned one.
There was a long gravel path at least 200 feet, leading off across the grass, curving off just before it reached an old, rusting shed. It trailed out further and lead round to a small outhouse type thing about the same size as the shed, which looked like it belonged in an old movie, not this place. Back even further...at least 500 feet from the sidewalk... was an old house. It clearly hadn't been occupied for several years as there was some crudely drawn graffiti occupying one wall and some broken windows on the other. A line of trees ran directly from the front door to the gate and then down further alongside the sidewalk; obscuring the garden from a passer-by's view.
He gazed in slight awe at how run down the once beautiful place had become, before the dog started to drag him off.
His boots crunched down on the gravel as he was half dragged down the path; occasionally hearing crackled conversations ring out over the radio. A particularly loud one as they neared the outhouse told Jasper that unit's one and three were moving out. There was no sign of Hummel in their district...clearly...
The dog froze for a moment as they passed the outhouse. Sniffing at the air and then at the lining of the door before continuing on with a soft growl.
It was as they drew closer to the shed that his hound really started to kick up a fuss. She began tugging at the leash and reeling up on her hind legs in her struggle to get closer. Then she started to howl; loud and direct as she scrambled closer and closer. It was just as Jasper noticed the lock that he heard the scream.
Jasper leapt into the air at the sound. It was high and shrill and sounded positively female...but it was a scream none the less. His heart began to race and his free hand jumped immediately to check his gun. He stepped closer to the shed and another scream rang out; This one just the same, if not louder than the first.
Oh God! Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!
The screams were coming from the shed. It was definitely from inside.
Jasper's hand moved from his gun to his radio as he moved ever closer. He quickly pulled it out and held it to his ear, holding down the large grey button as he spoke.
'This is Officer Mules, squad car 471, requesting back up from all units, that's back up from all units. Over.'
He let the line fizzle down as his hand holding the dog's leash, settled on the door handle before a metallic voice rang out over the radio.
'Officer Mules. Please state your current location. Over.'
Jasper quickly recited the coordinates from his cars sat-nav and waited for the voice to reply.
'Copy that. Units 1 and 3, that's units one and three please report...'
Jasper ignored the rest and instead focused on the door. It had an automatic lock on it, which seemed extremely out of place on a supposedly abandoned shed. Shaking it would do no good, would it? He supposed trying wouldn't hurt.
There was a strange noise coming from outside. It sounded...sounded like a dog.
But that couldn't be...that wasn't right...No...This wasn't right!
The door swung open on the first try. Jasper actually gasped in shock. He hadn't expected such a high-tech lock to give out so soon. He watched as the dog scrambled through and glanced down at the ground as he followed her inside.
Oh...that was why it had opened so easily.
A small stone, probably a piece of gravel from the path, was lodged in the door seal; preventing it from closing properly and allowing the scream to be heard from outside.
Oh that was good. That was very good.
When Jasper stepped inside, the layout of the room came as quite a shock. He wasn't expecting this at all.
Instead of a tied up boy or even a room full of tools, what he found...was a stair case.
A long narrow concrete staircase leading straight down; the trap door above it having been left open.
He couldn't see anything past the top step, so swiftly pulled out his flashlight from his waist band.
Before swapping it over for the radio he quickly sent out another message. The dog was going crazy...this had to be it...
'Officer Mules . This is Officer Mules. Both suspect and victim are located, requesting backup immediately. Suspect is believed to be armed and dangerous. Repeat armed and dangerous. Back up is again requested. Over.'
He pocketed the radio and rolled the flashlight in his palm before flipping it on. The entire staircase was illuminated along with the rest of the shed. The sniffer dog was once again tugging at her leash, desperate to head down stairs. But truth be told. Jasper was fucking terrified.
He had never been this close to actually catching someone. Down those stairs was a kidnapped boy and a potential killer. Oh God. Oh holy...fucking...shit...he couldn't do this...he couldn't ...oh fuck...crap What the hell was he doing?
What the actual hell was he doing?
Down there was a kidnapped boy...and it was his job to save him. Damn everything else...he was going to be a hero.
That was definitely a dog. He could hear the whining. There was something outside the door. Someone coming to mess with his plans. No No NO! This couldn't be happening. He needed to hurry. They were coming for him...No No NO! Not now...
Jasper quickly followed the dog down the stairs. Not noticing the smidgens of blood on every other step. By now his dog was practically screaming. Her barks were echoing of each wall and she was tearing at the bottom door, where another automatic lock was installed.
They were here! That dog...it was just outside the door. No NO NO!
Jasper tried shaking the handle again. This time the door didn't budge.
He shook again...and again...and again, and again, and again, and again! Then began to pummel his fists on the wood. The dogs claws were scraping away at the bottom of the door. Splinters of wood slowly littering the floor by their feet.
Jasper tried again. This time throwing his entire body weight against the door as his shoulder slammed against it. A loud creak sounded out.
The banging! Oh god! They were here. They were here and they were coming from him. Him and his angel. No NO NO, they would ruin everything. He wouldn't let them do this.
Jeremiah glanced down at his precious angel, who's skin was paling as the crimson wept from his wrists. Jeremiah gave a small smile. Letting a small tear escape and roll down his cheek. He leant down and pressed a searing kiss to his angels lips. They were still so warm. Jeremiah let his tongue flick out and savour the taste of his beloved one more time.
'Don't worry angel.' He cooed. Pulling back and clutching at the sides of the teens face, stroking his thumbs back and forth. 'I'll be with you soon...I'm coming.'
The damn door just wouldn't budge. Dear God! Where was back up when you needed it. Whatever was happening behind those doors had caused those blood curdling screams and fuck it if Jasper was going to let that continue any longer.
He began to lash out and kick at the door, narrowly missing the dog with every blow he delivered.
Jeremiah sat up, letting his hands slip down from his angel's face. He reached over and picked the gun up from his angels chest, where it rested while they shared their final kiss.
The banging was getting louder and his heart was sky rocketing. He held up the gun and let his head fall down onto his angel's heart.
It was now or never...
Suddenly the door burst open; Fragments of it flying out across the room. Jasper stepped through, his flash light illuminating the scene before him. A man...draped over a lifeless body...blood everywhere...
Jasper froze.
Jeremiah spun round.
Two guns were raised.
And a single shot rang out...