Yup, the 14th part has arrived…
The Fragile Pt. 14
(Sam's POV)
It's getting dark again.
In a couple of minutes, Jack will probably make an appearance and gloat about how Bailey or the team hasn't been able to find any leads.
I'll ignore him, as usual, and try my best to piss him off. It's actually pretty fun, really, once you look past the fact he's killed forty some odd people. All he really is inside is a whiny little man with delusions of grandeur.
Absently, my thoughts begin to wander on what Bailey's up to right now. Probably working his ass to the bone, like usual, and not getting any sleep. When (not if) he finds me, that's gonna be the first thing I'm going to say to him. Not "Bailey, thank God you found me," or "My hero!" but "Bailey, you look like hell. You need sleep."
I begin to chuckle at that thought…me, for once, giving him orders instead of the other way around.
Lost in my thoughts, I barely heard the door open as Jack, as predicted, made his appearance.
"Still not hungry, I presume?" Jack only smiles and sets a plate of food down on the table as I glare at him. I know what he's trying to do, and it isn't going to work. He knows I know, but he's hoping that eventually I'll crack and at least accept the plate of food. Food laid out in front of a prisoner when they're hungry has been used as an interrogation technique many times before, and usually works within the first week or so.
"You should set up your own psychic hotline, Jack," I replied, leaning back in my chair.
"I've considered running that scam before to get some victims, actually," Jack confessed, biting into a chunk of cheese. "But then I considered the fact that people might find the connection if they looked at phone records."
"Would have made it easier for us to catch you."
"And it would have ended my game prematurely, and I couldn't have that, Samantha. Oh, before I forget…another player has joined us in our game. Actually, two. You'll be meeting them both soon enough."
"And who would the two lucky contestants be?" Two? Which two? Angel? Francis?
"Now now…you know I can't spoil the surprise…they will be arriving in a couple of days, one of them quite unwillingly, I'm sure."
"Bailey's gonna kill you, you know. Your little game is going to end very soon." Jack laughed.
"You think so?" Waving his pointy finger in my face, he shook his head. "The game won't end until I say so. Every move Bailey has made so far has been too slow to catch me. He won't do anything different now."
"You're too full of yourself," I replied coldly. "Maybe you should give Bailey more credit."
"For what? He hasn't been the one profiling me. You have."
"That no longer matters. What matters is that you're now on borrowed time Jack and soon you're gonna have to pay up. I can almost guarantee that where you're going to be headed, it's going to be very, very hot."
"We will see if your prediction is true within a few days. I have to get your Christmas present ready…one I'm sure you'll enjoy. I know I will." Laughing at his little joke, he snatched up the plate and left the room, locking the door behind him.
If only my hate could kill…