Chapter Six: A Madman's Haven
We left right away after that. Terry and the coroner said goodbye, as did I. Hopping in the car, I slouched back, as Terry started up the engine. I didn't feel as sick as before, but I was still ill. I thought about the Website, Jeannie, and the victims involved. Obviously, Jeannie was haunted a site in which Alistair had murdered her on.
I remember coming across that site once, before Jeannie had died. That's where I tried to stop Alistair, but once Jeannie was murdered, he changed his Website address. I never thought Jeannie would be haunting that site. Forty-eight hours is how long you have to live before you die. What was the connection? I think about it for a few, but suddenly get it. "Two days," I say, "two days is how long Alistair tortured Jeannie before she died."
"Knifes Mike. She died her worst nightmare," Terry told me.
Of course! A vengeful spirit dies her worst fear in a matter of two days. She brings it upon those who log onto her site. Images of my father flash into the window. Anger on my father's face and fear on mine. "Ah shit Terry. I'm loosing it." He comes at me with his baseball bat. "I'm having trouble staying here," I close my eyes.
"Mike just hold on okay," Terry tells me, concern in her voice.
I shake my head and sooth myself, trying to get rid of the images of my abusive father. Alistair's house was on the outskirts of the city, a not so nice neighborhood. I could tell Terry was on ease about traveling over to this part of the city, but she was just as anxious as me to catch this lunatic. I calmed myself down and forcibly made myself think of other things.
We had Alistair this time. We knew where he lived, so he couldn't run away now. We arrived at his house by mid-evening, and stepped out of the car. This day went by to fast for me. I had dozed at Terry's for quite some time, without realizing how long I was out. And now, it was night. I made a promise to myself that I would catch Alistair by the end of the night.
The apartment sent of a winter chill and Terry shivered. I looked at her, concerned, and she gave me a nod that she was okay and to continue. Up the stairs we went, as Terry held onto that paper of directions. A dog barks in the background. Old fashioned music plays, fitting in with the style of the mood. Where the hell was it coming from? It sounded like a 1930's theme for a whacked out carousel.
We made it to Alistair's front door. Fuck! I think, as I prepare myself for meeting this madman. I grab onto the door handle and twist it, but it won't open. He had locked his door. "Wait here," I tell Terry, and she moves out of the way. I hold my gun in my hands and kick the door in.
It is dark inside and I can barley make out anything in the room. Only the artificial light of the TV laminates the room. I step inside, hand still on gun, and look around, as my eyes focus. Terry follows close behind me. On the TV, a black and white picture of an "Electroshock" session shows on the screen. But the doctor doesn't seem to be home. Where the fuck did he go? I make my way to his photo room and go inside. There are new pictures hanging on the wire, and when I glance at them, I see the horror. Many women are cut up, and death is close for them, as some are already dead. Blood is everywhere in the photo. I'm about to grab one for evidence, but Terry's scream is heard in the other room.
Shit! I quickly follow the echoing noise and make my way into one of his many rooms. Terry looks horrified; as displayed bodies sit in giant test tubes. Each body has their upper skin layer torn off and only their muscle shows. "Oh my god!" She says.
"Let's go," I tell her.
"Great idea."
We step out of that room and into the living room. I can tell Terry is still shaken up. I can understand, those displayed people were not the nicest of things to wonder into. She goes over to Alistair's desk and looks through his papers. I turn my direction the other way, and head to his kitchen. I don't really want to go in there. Who knows what horrors he hides in his fridge.
"Mike! I found him," I hear Terry say.
Thank God! I make my way over to her. "Where?"
"Here," she says and hands me a photo of a steel mine.
I look at it. Of course! The old Portage Steel Mill is the perfect place for him to be. It's at the end of the Hudson River, by all of the factories and industries. It's the ideal place to murder someone. No one ever really goes there, unless you work over in that area yourself, and everyone is too busy to care what the other person is doing. "Alright Terry. I'm calling for help," I tell her.
I take out my cell phone and dial the all too familiar numbers. It rings on it's last, until he finally picks up the phone. "Better be important," Sykes tells me.
I'm relieved he answered. I was afraid he wouldn't. "Sykes, I need your help," I say.
"What. I'm wining here."
Typical Sykes, playing his poker games again. "Look, I found the doctor."
"So. Call the Fed.'s."
"There's no time for that. I need backup."
He pauses for a bit, but gives in. "Alright. Where is it?"
"Crulen Tower. Portage Steel Mill."
"You owe me," he says and hangs up.
Thank you Sykes.
We needed to gather any sort of evidence from Alistair's house that we could. I went back into the photo room and took some of his photos that were hung up. This would prove what the sick fuck had been doing. I walk to where Terry is and I see she has gathered some papers up.
"We have to go there Terry," I tell her.
"I know," she answers back, understanding what I had to do.
We get out of Alistair's house and head to the car. I was glad to be out of his house, as was Terry. But the night wasn't over; for we needed to head to Crulen Tower to catch Alistair and bring him in. We both step into the car, as Terry starts it up and we head for the Steel Mill.
We left right away after that. Terry and the coroner said goodbye, as did I. Hopping in the car, I slouched back, as Terry started up the engine. I didn't feel as sick as before, but I was still ill. I thought about the Website, Jeannie, and the victims involved. Obviously, Jeannie was haunted a site in which Alistair had murdered her on.
I remember coming across that site once, before Jeannie had died. That's where I tried to stop Alistair, but once Jeannie was murdered, he changed his Website address. I never thought Jeannie would be haunting that site. Forty-eight hours is how long you have to live before you die. What was the connection? I think about it for a few, but suddenly get it. "Two days," I say, "two days is how long Alistair tortured Jeannie before she died."
"Knifes Mike. She died her worst nightmare," Terry told me.
Of course! A vengeful spirit dies her worst fear in a matter of two days. She brings it upon those who log onto her site. Images of my father flash into the window. Anger on my father's face and fear on mine. "Ah shit Terry. I'm loosing it." He comes at me with his baseball bat. "I'm having trouble staying here," I close my eyes.
"Mike just hold on okay," Terry tells me, concern in her voice.
I shake my head and sooth myself, trying to get rid of the images of my abusive father. Alistair's house was on the outskirts of the city, a not so nice neighborhood. I could tell Terry was on ease about traveling over to this part of the city, but she was just as anxious as me to catch this lunatic. I calmed myself down and forcibly made myself think of other things.
We had Alistair this time. We knew where he lived, so he couldn't run away now. We arrived at his house by mid-evening, and stepped out of the car. This day went by to fast for me. I had dozed at Terry's for quite some time, without realizing how long I was out. And now, it was night. I made a promise to myself that I would catch Alistair by the end of the night.
The apartment sent of a winter chill and Terry shivered. I looked at her, concerned, and she gave me a nod that she was okay and to continue. Up the stairs we went, as Terry held onto that paper of directions. A dog barks in the background. Old fashioned music plays, fitting in with the style of the mood. Where the hell was it coming from? It sounded like a 1930's theme for a whacked out carousel.
We made it to Alistair's front door. Fuck! I think, as I prepare myself for meeting this madman. I grab onto the door handle and twist it, but it won't open. He had locked his door. "Wait here," I tell Terry, and she moves out of the way. I hold my gun in my hands and kick the door in.
It is dark inside and I can barley make out anything in the room. Only the artificial light of the TV laminates the room. I step inside, hand still on gun, and look around, as my eyes focus. Terry follows close behind me. On the TV, a black and white picture of an "Electroshock" session shows on the screen. But the doctor doesn't seem to be home. Where the fuck did he go? I make my way to his photo room and go inside. There are new pictures hanging on the wire, and when I glance at them, I see the horror. Many women are cut up, and death is close for them, as some are already dead. Blood is everywhere in the photo. I'm about to grab one for evidence, but Terry's scream is heard in the other room.
Shit! I quickly follow the echoing noise and make my way into one of his many rooms. Terry looks horrified; as displayed bodies sit in giant test tubes. Each body has their upper skin layer torn off and only their muscle shows. "Oh my god!" She says.
"Let's go," I tell her.
"Great idea."
We step out of that room and into the living room. I can tell Terry is still shaken up. I can understand, those displayed people were not the nicest of things to wonder into. She goes over to Alistair's desk and looks through his papers. I turn my direction the other way, and head to his kitchen. I don't really want to go in there. Who knows what horrors he hides in his fridge.
"Mike! I found him," I hear Terry say.
Thank God! I make my way over to her. "Where?"
"Here," she says and hands me a photo of a steel mine.
I look at it. Of course! The old Portage Steel Mill is the perfect place for him to be. It's at the end of the Hudson River, by all of the factories and industries. It's the ideal place to murder someone. No one ever really goes there, unless you work over in that area yourself, and everyone is too busy to care what the other person is doing. "Alright Terry. I'm calling for help," I tell her.
I take out my cell phone and dial the all too familiar numbers. It rings on it's last, until he finally picks up the phone. "Better be important," Sykes tells me.
I'm relieved he answered. I was afraid he wouldn't. "Sykes, I need your help," I say.
"What. I'm wining here."
Typical Sykes, playing his poker games again. "Look, I found the doctor."
"So. Call the Fed.'s."
"There's no time for that. I need backup."
He pauses for a bit, but gives in. "Alright. Where is it?"
"Crulen Tower. Portage Steel Mill."
"You owe me," he says and hangs up.
Thank you Sykes.
We needed to gather any sort of evidence from Alistair's house that we could. I went back into the photo room and took some of his photos that were hung up. This would prove what the sick fuck had been doing. I walk to where Terry is and I see she has gathered some papers up.
"We have to go there Terry," I tell her.
"I know," she answers back, understanding what I had to do.
We get out of Alistair's house and head to the car. I was glad to be out of his house, as was Terry. But the night wasn't over; for we needed to head to Crulen Tower to catch Alistair and bring him in. We both step into the car, as Terry starts it up and we head for the Steel Mill.