Title: Twisted
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters belong to John Wells, Edward Allan Bernero, NBC and a bunch of other people I don't know.
Rating: R for language and violence
Feedback: Well, it will make me write faster ;)
Chapter 7
"Hey." Bosco mumbled as he walked into the kitchen the next day wearing sweat pants and his NYPD T-shirt.
"Good morning to you, too." Angela said wryly, already dressed. She stood over the stove making eggs. Bosco glanced at the clock and saw it was 10:00 am.
"How come you're up already?" He asked her, stifling a yawn. "Its early, you should still be sleeping."
"I could say the same for you." Angela said as she scrambled the eggs.
"Wasn't tired." He said simply, even though it was an obvious lie. Dark circles could be seen under his eyes.
"You always were a horrible liar." Angela told him, smiling briefly before turning back to the stove.
"Guess that's why I became a cop." He said jokingly, even though his heart wasn't in it.
"I hope you still like your eggs scrambled." Angela told him spooning them onto two plates and setting them on the table.
"You didn't have to make me breakfast." He told her although secretly pleased that she had.
"I'm your mother. It's my job to make you breakfast. Now sit down and eat before your eggs get cold." She told him as she sat down. He watched her take a few bites before sitting down beside her. They ate in silence, each not quite sure what to say to the other.
"How'd you sleep?" Bosco asked her at an attempt to strike up a conversation.
"Good." Angela said simply, even though the truth was she had barely slept a wink.
"Listen, I have to go to work today, but you should be safe here, okay? So don't worry. I'll call during my shift to see if you're okay. Here's my cell phone number," He said jotting it down on a piece of paper. He knew she already knew the number but it made him feel better to do so. " Call me if anything. I'll be home around midnight. If not, I'll call to let you know..." He trailed off, trying to remember if there was anything else of importance. "Don't go outside, and keep the blinds closed just in case. I doubt this guy knows where you are but I don't want to take a chance. Also, don't answer the phone, let the machine pick it up unless it's me." Angela nodded her head in silence. Bosco stared at her torn. "Ma, if you want I can always call in sick -"
"No." Angela said firmly. "No, go to work. I'll see you later on tonight.
"Are you sure?" He asked worried about leaving her alone for so long.
"I'll be fine." Angela told him although inwardly she wasn't so sure.
"I'm off tomorrow. We'll sit down and figure this out, okay? In fact, when I get home we'll fill out a report, all right?" Bosco said as he glanced at the clock.
"Sure." Angela said as she began to clear away the plates.
"Leave them. I'll do them when I get home."
"I don't mind." His mother said as she put them in the sink.
"I'm going to take my shower and then I have to go but I'll see if I can stop by on my break, okay?" He said, getting up from his seat.
"You don't have to do that." Angela said, not wanting to put her son in any more trouble.
"It's no trouble." Bosco told her before heading to the shower. Angela watched him leave, grateful to have him in her life.
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"Hey." Faith said when she saw Bosco make his way into the locker room actually on time for once. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Why?" He said defensively as he pulled open his locker and shrugged out of his jacket.
"I don't know. You're never on time. Figured something must have happened." Faith joked. She took in Bosco's serious expression and ragged-looking appearance and frowned. "Hey are you okay? She asked him as she closed her locker, already in uniform.
"Yeah. I'm fine, why?" Bosco asked, for some reason not wanting to tell Faith about his mother's problems.
"Nothing." She said simply, wanting to change the subject. "Hey what happened with your mom last night? You sounded kinda freaked over the phone. I hope nothing's wrong." She asked concerned.
"Just a problem at the bar. Nothing to worry about." He said, strapping on his bulletproof vest.
"That's good to hear." Faith said but for some reason she didn't quite believe him. She knew something was up but she also knew that pushing Bosco wasn't the way to get any answers. She'd just have to wait until he felt ready to confide in her, until then she'd just have to be patient. "You're gonna be late if you don't hurry." She said before walking out of the locker room.
Bosco stared at her retreating form, wondering whether or not he should have confided in her. Although he knew that Faith would do everything she could to help him, something was preventing him from seeking her help. He shook his head, trying to clear it before closing his locker and making his way out the door. I can do this on my own, he thought stubbornly as he took his seat beside his partner. I will do this on my own; he vowed his jaw tense.
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You're in a hurry." Faith remarked as she saw Bosco practically run into the locker room and strip out of his clothes.
"Yeah." He mumbled, pulling his shirt over his head.
"What? You're late for a date for something?" Faith asked, opening her locker.
"I just have some stuff I have to do. What, you got a problem with that?" He snapped as he swung his locker shut. Faith stood there for a moment stunned.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" She asked him when she finally regained her voice.
"Nothing." Bosco said, sorry that he had responded so harshly. The lack of sleep and constant worrying about his mother during his shift had made his already low patience level even lower than usual.
"Look, Faith. I'm sorry, okay? Its just... it's been a long day and I'm in a hurry. I have some place that I have to be." He told her awkwardly, apologies not coming easily for the hotheaded officer.
"Yeah, sure." Faith said, not quite sure how to respond herself. "Don't let me stop you." She told him as she placed her weapon on the shelf before her.
Bosco opened his mouth, wondering if he should confide in Faith but stubbornness caused him to close it. As much as he trusted Faith, for some reason he couldn't find it in himself to confide in her. "I'll see you later." He said simply before walking out the door without waiting for a reply.
"Yeah." Faith said softly into the empty room.
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The man waited impatiently in the alleyway of the man's apartment complex, securely concealed by the shadows. He knew that his Angela was hiding in the man's apartment, waiting for him to return for her. He briefly considered just going in there and taking her but quickly decided against it. As much as he wanted her, and he always wanted her, he wanted the man dead. For once he was dead, Angela would have no choice but to realize that she was meant for him. He had to get rid of the threat that was hanging over his head - over his and Angela's relationship. Once he rid himself of the bastard who had blinded her to him, and made sure Angela learned a lesson, they would be able to pursue their relationship. The man impatiently glanced at his watch once more, the letters glowing softly in the black murkiness surrounding him before staring out into the street. Sweat prickled on his forehead, his body tense as he waited for the man to show, for this was it. This was the moment he had been dreaming about for so long now. This was the day that the bastard would die and Angela would be his forever.
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"Ma, I'm on my way." Bosco said, the cell phone held tightly to his ear with one hand while the other gripped the steering wheel in front of him.
"Okay, baby. Be careful." Angela said worriedly as she paced inside of her son's apartment.
"I'll see you soon." Bosco said before hanging up the phone and placing it inside the pocket of his leather jacket. He put both hands on the wheel and pressed down on the accelerator, eager to get home.
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The man sighed in relief as he saw the blue Mustang pull up in front of him. He watched the man quickly step out of the car and tightened his hand on the weapon he clenched between his hands. It's show time, he thought to himself.
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Bosco made his way to the front door of his apartment complex, eager to see his mother. In his haste, he failed to notice the pair of hands that quickly yanked him into the alleyway located on the side of his building. A loud grunt escaped from his lips as he was slammed into the brick façade of the apartment building. He quickly retaliated trying to land a right hook. The man moved his head, however, the blow grazing harmlessly off the side of his face. The man's eyes hardened in anger at the thought that the pathetic excuse of a man before him had attempted to fight back. He pummeled the young man in the ribs and stomach, effectively knocking the wind out of him. Bosco gasped. He attempted to straighten up but before he could he was knocked to the ground. He saw his assailant reach for something but was unable to distinguish what it was as he was roughly turned over. His attacker straddled him and a moment later he knew without a doubt what the man held in his hands.
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The man calmly held the rope taunt between his hands before wrapping it around the young man's neck, effectively cutting off his air supply. The young man bucked beneath him, desperately trying to break free but to no avail. The man's face broke out in a mad grin, his eyes glittering insanely in the dark.
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Angela Boscorelli stood pacing by the window, wondering what was keeping her son. She took a deep breath and peeked through the blinds; surprised to see his Mustang parked in front of the building. She squinted, trying to see if her son was in the car. From where she was standing, the car appeared to be empty. Frowning, she quickly reached for the cordless phone by the door and dialed her son's cell phone number. Her frown deepened as the only sound greeting her on the other end was a ringing sound. Where the hell are you Maurice? Angela wondered before disconnecting the line. She took a deep breath before unlatching the door. She made her way down the stairs and to the front door. She pulled it open and stepped outside into the frigid night air, the phone still clutched tightly in her hand.
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Bosco struggled feebly against his assailant, his face red from the lack of oxygen to his brain. He desperately clutched at the rope, wincing in pain as it bit into his neck, crushing his windpipe. He bucked against his attacker, trying to knock him off but unable to do so, the man too strong. Oh God, Bosco thought frantically to himself, I'm going to die. It can't get any worse than this. A moment later it did.
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Angela slowly stepped through the front door. From where she stood she could clearly see her son's empty car parked before her. She hesitated; the cordless still clutched firmly in her hand before leaving the safety of where she was standing. "Maurice?" Angela called out tentatively her voice instantly swallowed up by the night air. She walked up to the Mustang and peeked inside. Confusion filled her as she wondered where her son might have gone. She quickly turned around, fearful that her stalker might be watching her and hurriedly made her way towards the building. Her head down, she hit redial attempting to call her son's cell phone one more time. She jumped when she heard a phone ringing nearby. She stopped, concentrating on the sound, realizing that it was coming from the alleyway beside the building. Angela stood outside, debating whether or not to go back in before taking a deep breath and slowly making her way towards the direction of where the ringing was coming from.
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Bosco struggled with his assailant, desperately trying to stay conscious, but he could feel himself losing the battle. The dimness was quickly making its way into his vision, threatening to overpower him at any given moment. Bosco blinked fiercely, trying in vain to clear his vision. What he saw next made his heart stop.
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"Maurice?"
The man continued to place pressure on his victim when all of a sudden his prayers were answered. He could see Angela standing at the entrance to the alleyway, her silhouette framed by the moonlight. Pleased at how well his plan was turning out, he smiled madly, his heart soaring at his luck.
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Bosco stared in shock at the sight before him. "Ma." Bosco tried to say hoping to warn his mother, to prevent her from entering the alley but his vocal cords were swollen and all that he was able to utter in warning was a whisper. A second later, the rope tightened one last time and then everything went black.
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"Maurice?" Angela called out, her voice timid, as she stood before the alleyway. She desperately tried to make out the shadows before her. She sighed when she wasn't able to see anything. She was just about to turn around when she thought she heard him. She quickly turned around and once more took a deep breath before entering the alley.
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The man quickly rose from his position, his victim lying before him. He could just barely make out the love of his life as he saw her slowly advancing towards him. Adrenaline coursed through him as he took her in. He pressed himself up against the wall, the rope in his hands, trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible. He sighed in pleasure. It was time.
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Angela slowly inched her way into the alley trying to make out whether her son was there or not. "Maurice?" She called out again when she tripped over something. She gasped in pain as she fell hard onto the concrete ground, the phone skidding. She winced as she sat up on her knees. She looked down, silently cursing whatever she had tripped over when her breath caught in her throat. "Oh my God." Angela cried out softly as she took in her son's still form, lying face down before her. She backed away in horror, scared to find out whether he was dead or not. She quickly looked around, trying to locate the cordless, to call the police, cursing herself for not having done it in the first place. She was just about to rise, having spotted it, when something hit her on the side of the head. A loud crack resounded as her head moved back with the force of the blow, hitting the brick wall in the process. She slumped unconscious, oblivious to everything around her.
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The man smiled down before him, as he took in the peaceful form of his lover. Quickly, he reached for the rope lying before him, the rope he had used to kill her lover with, and started to bind her hands with it. He stopped suddenly when he saw a car park outside of the building, directly in his line of vision. He watched as a man got out and quickly made his way to the entrance. Satisfied that he had not been seen, he quickly bound Angela's hands, in his haste not securing them as well as he normally would have, the possibility of being caught far too great. He waited until he heard the front door being closed, before reaching into his jacket and pulling out another rope, tying Angela's feet together. He gazed at her lovingly before him, marveling at how peaceful and angelic she looked. He quickly shook his head, attempting to clear it before gathering her in his arms. He made his way to the back of the building where he had parked his car earlier and gently lowered Angela onto the back seat, placing a blanket over her to conceal her. Humming, he closed the door before sliding into the driver's seat, pleased that his plan had gone over so well.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters belong to John Wells, Edward Allan Bernero, NBC and a bunch of other people I don't know.
Rating: R for language and violence
Feedback: Well, it will make me write faster ;)
Chapter 7
"Hey." Bosco mumbled as he walked into the kitchen the next day wearing sweat pants and his NYPD T-shirt.
"Good morning to you, too." Angela said wryly, already dressed. She stood over the stove making eggs. Bosco glanced at the clock and saw it was 10:00 am.
"How come you're up already?" He asked her, stifling a yawn. "Its early, you should still be sleeping."
"I could say the same for you." Angela said as she scrambled the eggs.
"Wasn't tired." He said simply, even though it was an obvious lie. Dark circles could be seen under his eyes.
"You always were a horrible liar." Angela told him, smiling briefly before turning back to the stove.
"Guess that's why I became a cop." He said jokingly, even though his heart wasn't in it.
"I hope you still like your eggs scrambled." Angela told him spooning them onto two plates and setting them on the table.
"You didn't have to make me breakfast." He told her although secretly pleased that she had.
"I'm your mother. It's my job to make you breakfast. Now sit down and eat before your eggs get cold." She told him as she sat down. He watched her take a few bites before sitting down beside her. They ate in silence, each not quite sure what to say to the other.
"How'd you sleep?" Bosco asked her at an attempt to strike up a conversation.
"Good." Angela said simply, even though the truth was she had barely slept a wink.
"Listen, I have to go to work today, but you should be safe here, okay? So don't worry. I'll call during my shift to see if you're okay. Here's my cell phone number," He said jotting it down on a piece of paper. He knew she already knew the number but it made him feel better to do so. " Call me if anything. I'll be home around midnight. If not, I'll call to let you know..." He trailed off, trying to remember if there was anything else of importance. "Don't go outside, and keep the blinds closed just in case. I doubt this guy knows where you are but I don't want to take a chance. Also, don't answer the phone, let the machine pick it up unless it's me." Angela nodded her head in silence. Bosco stared at her torn. "Ma, if you want I can always call in sick -"
"No." Angela said firmly. "No, go to work. I'll see you later on tonight.
"Are you sure?" He asked worried about leaving her alone for so long.
"I'll be fine." Angela told him although inwardly she wasn't so sure.
"I'm off tomorrow. We'll sit down and figure this out, okay? In fact, when I get home we'll fill out a report, all right?" Bosco said as he glanced at the clock.
"Sure." Angela said as she began to clear away the plates.
"Leave them. I'll do them when I get home."
"I don't mind." His mother said as she put them in the sink.
"I'm going to take my shower and then I have to go but I'll see if I can stop by on my break, okay?" He said, getting up from his seat.
"You don't have to do that." Angela said, not wanting to put her son in any more trouble.
"It's no trouble." Bosco told her before heading to the shower. Angela watched him leave, grateful to have him in her life.
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"Hey." Faith said when she saw Bosco make his way into the locker room actually on time for once. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Why?" He said defensively as he pulled open his locker and shrugged out of his jacket.
"I don't know. You're never on time. Figured something must have happened." Faith joked. She took in Bosco's serious expression and ragged-looking appearance and frowned. "Hey are you okay? She asked him as she closed her locker, already in uniform.
"Yeah. I'm fine, why?" Bosco asked, for some reason not wanting to tell Faith about his mother's problems.
"Nothing." She said simply, wanting to change the subject. "Hey what happened with your mom last night? You sounded kinda freaked over the phone. I hope nothing's wrong." She asked concerned.
"Just a problem at the bar. Nothing to worry about." He said, strapping on his bulletproof vest.
"That's good to hear." Faith said but for some reason she didn't quite believe him. She knew something was up but she also knew that pushing Bosco wasn't the way to get any answers. She'd just have to wait until he felt ready to confide in her, until then she'd just have to be patient. "You're gonna be late if you don't hurry." She said before walking out of the locker room.
Bosco stared at her retreating form, wondering whether or not he should have confided in her. Although he knew that Faith would do everything she could to help him, something was preventing him from seeking her help. He shook his head, trying to clear it before closing his locker and making his way out the door. I can do this on my own, he thought stubbornly as he took his seat beside his partner. I will do this on my own; he vowed his jaw tense.
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You're in a hurry." Faith remarked as she saw Bosco practically run into the locker room and strip out of his clothes.
"Yeah." He mumbled, pulling his shirt over his head.
"What? You're late for a date for something?" Faith asked, opening her locker.
"I just have some stuff I have to do. What, you got a problem with that?" He snapped as he swung his locker shut. Faith stood there for a moment stunned.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" She asked him when she finally regained her voice.
"Nothing." Bosco said, sorry that he had responded so harshly. The lack of sleep and constant worrying about his mother during his shift had made his already low patience level even lower than usual.
"Look, Faith. I'm sorry, okay? Its just... it's been a long day and I'm in a hurry. I have some place that I have to be." He told her awkwardly, apologies not coming easily for the hotheaded officer.
"Yeah, sure." Faith said, not quite sure how to respond herself. "Don't let me stop you." She told him as she placed her weapon on the shelf before her.
Bosco opened his mouth, wondering if he should confide in Faith but stubbornness caused him to close it. As much as he trusted Faith, for some reason he couldn't find it in himself to confide in her. "I'll see you later." He said simply before walking out the door without waiting for a reply.
"Yeah." Faith said softly into the empty room.
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The man waited impatiently in the alleyway of the man's apartment complex, securely concealed by the shadows. He knew that his Angela was hiding in the man's apartment, waiting for him to return for her. He briefly considered just going in there and taking her but quickly decided against it. As much as he wanted her, and he always wanted her, he wanted the man dead. For once he was dead, Angela would have no choice but to realize that she was meant for him. He had to get rid of the threat that was hanging over his head - over his and Angela's relationship. Once he rid himself of the bastard who had blinded her to him, and made sure Angela learned a lesson, they would be able to pursue their relationship. The man impatiently glanced at his watch once more, the letters glowing softly in the black murkiness surrounding him before staring out into the street. Sweat prickled on his forehead, his body tense as he waited for the man to show, for this was it. This was the moment he had been dreaming about for so long now. This was the day that the bastard would die and Angela would be his forever.
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"Ma, I'm on my way." Bosco said, the cell phone held tightly to his ear with one hand while the other gripped the steering wheel in front of him.
"Okay, baby. Be careful." Angela said worriedly as she paced inside of her son's apartment.
"I'll see you soon." Bosco said before hanging up the phone and placing it inside the pocket of his leather jacket. He put both hands on the wheel and pressed down on the accelerator, eager to get home.
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The man sighed in relief as he saw the blue Mustang pull up in front of him. He watched the man quickly step out of the car and tightened his hand on the weapon he clenched between his hands. It's show time, he thought to himself.
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Bosco made his way to the front door of his apartment complex, eager to see his mother. In his haste, he failed to notice the pair of hands that quickly yanked him into the alleyway located on the side of his building. A loud grunt escaped from his lips as he was slammed into the brick façade of the apartment building. He quickly retaliated trying to land a right hook. The man moved his head, however, the blow grazing harmlessly off the side of his face. The man's eyes hardened in anger at the thought that the pathetic excuse of a man before him had attempted to fight back. He pummeled the young man in the ribs and stomach, effectively knocking the wind out of him. Bosco gasped. He attempted to straighten up but before he could he was knocked to the ground. He saw his assailant reach for something but was unable to distinguish what it was as he was roughly turned over. His attacker straddled him and a moment later he knew without a doubt what the man held in his hands.
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The man calmly held the rope taunt between his hands before wrapping it around the young man's neck, effectively cutting off his air supply. The young man bucked beneath him, desperately trying to break free but to no avail. The man's face broke out in a mad grin, his eyes glittering insanely in the dark.
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Angela Boscorelli stood pacing by the window, wondering what was keeping her son. She took a deep breath and peeked through the blinds; surprised to see his Mustang parked in front of the building. She squinted, trying to see if her son was in the car. From where she was standing, the car appeared to be empty. Frowning, she quickly reached for the cordless phone by the door and dialed her son's cell phone number. Her frown deepened as the only sound greeting her on the other end was a ringing sound. Where the hell are you Maurice? Angela wondered before disconnecting the line. She took a deep breath before unlatching the door. She made her way down the stairs and to the front door. She pulled it open and stepped outside into the frigid night air, the phone still clutched tightly in her hand.
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Bosco struggled feebly against his assailant, his face red from the lack of oxygen to his brain. He desperately clutched at the rope, wincing in pain as it bit into his neck, crushing his windpipe. He bucked against his attacker, trying to knock him off but unable to do so, the man too strong. Oh God, Bosco thought frantically to himself, I'm going to die. It can't get any worse than this. A moment later it did.
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Angela slowly stepped through the front door. From where she stood she could clearly see her son's empty car parked before her. She hesitated; the cordless still clutched firmly in her hand before leaving the safety of where she was standing. "Maurice?" Angela called out tentatively her voice instantly swallowed up by the night air. She walked up to the Mustang and peeked inside. Confusion filled her as she wondered where her son might have gone. She quickly turned around, fearful that her stalker might be watching her and hurriedly made her way towards the building. Her head down, she hit redial attempting to call her son's cell phone one more time. She jumped when she heard a phone ringing nearby. She stopped, concentrating on the sound, realizing that it was coming from the alleyway beside the building. Angela stood outside, debating whether or not to go back in before taking a deep breath and slowly making her way towards the direction of where the ringing was coming from.
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Bosco struggled with his assailant, desperately trying to stay conscious, but he could feel himself losing the battle. The dimness was quickly making its way into his vision, threatening to overpower him at any given moment. Bosco blinked fiercely, trying in vain to clear his vision. What he saw next made his heart stop.
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"Maurice?"
The man continued to place pressure on his victim when all of a sudden his prayers were answered. He could see Angela standing at the entrance to the alleyway, her silhouette framed by the moonlight. Pleased at how well his plan was turning out, he smiled madly, his heart soaring at his luck.
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Bosco stared in shock at the sight before him. "Ma." Bosco tried to say hoping to warn his mother, to prevent her from entering the alley but his vocal cords were swollen and all that he was able to utter in warning was a whisper. A second later, the rope tightened one last time and then everything went black.
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"Maurice?" Angela called out, her voice timid, as she stood before the alleyway. She desperately tried to make out the shadows before her. She sighed when she wasn't able to see anything. She was just about to turn around when she thought she heard him. She quickly turned around and once more took a deep breath before entering the alley.
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The man quickly rose from his position, his victim lying before him. He could just barely make out the love of his life as he saw her slowly advancing towards him. Adrenaline coursed through him as he took her in. He pressed himself up against the wall, the rope in his hands, trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible. He sighed in pleasure. It was time.
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Angela slowly inched her way into the alley trying to make out whether her son was there or not. "Maurice?" She called out again when she tripped over something. She gasped in pain as she fell hard onto the concrete ground, the phone skidding. She winced as she sat up on her knees. She looked down, silently cursing whatever she had tripped over when her breath caught in her throat. "Oh my God." Angela cried out softly as she took in her son's still form, lying face down before her. She backed away in horror, scared to find out whether he was dead or not. She quickly looked around, trying to locate the cordless, to call the police, cursing herself for not having done it in the first place. She was just about to rise, having spotted it, when something hit her on the side of the head. A loud crack resounded as her head moved back with the force of the blow, hitting the brick wall in the process. She slumped unconscious, oblivious to everything around her.
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The man smiled down before him, as he took in the peaceful form of his lover. Quickly, he reached for the rope lying before him, the rope he had used to kill her lover with, and started to bind her hands with it. He stopped suddenly when he saw a car park outside of the building, directly in his line of vision. He watched as a man got out and quickly made his way to the entrance. Satisfied that he had not been seen, he quickly bound Angela's hands, in his haste not securing them as well as he normally would have, the possibility of being caught far too great. He waited until he heard the front door being closed, before reaching into his jacket and pulling out another rope, tying Angela's feet together. He gazed at her lovingly before him, marveling at how peaceful and angelic she looked. He quickly shook his head, attempting to clear it before gathering her in his arms. He made his way to the back of the building where he had parked his car earlier and gently lowered Angela onto the back seat, placing a blanket over her to conceal her. Humming, he closed the door before sliding into the driver's seat, pleased that his plan had gone over so well.