Note: I just wanted to thank you guys for your understanding of my last
note in the last chapter. You guys are truly awesome, and without your
support and inspiring comments, I would not have been able to do this. So
thanks a bunch, and enjoy the next chapter!:-D
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Mark froze as immediate concerns came flooding into his head. He didn't know who this guy was from lack of sight and talking, but he knew that if he knew Mike Pearson that he was surely not sane by any means. He took a deep breath, trying to get all his thoughts into focus and tried to ignore the ringing in his ears from the sound of the single gunshot that vibrated off the walls just moments ago, hoping and praying that the it didn't hit Amanda or Jesse. He reached out his hand and soon made contact with the kitchen counter- right by the knife set he owned. Calmly, he slowly made his way towards the top of the knives, careful not to give himself away. He then turned around, and although he still couldn't see anything, decided to try and get something out of insane man standing near him, hoping to get a clue as to what exactly was going on.
"Who are you? What do you want with me?" Mark asked in a calm voice, keeping his fingertips on top of the sharp silverware.
"You know what I want from you," came a reply, in a deep angry voice.
"No, I don't. Why don't you tell me?"
"Shut up! I don't have to tell you anything! So just be quiet and no one will get hurt!"
"Mark?"
Mark immediately shivered when he heard a gentle, shaky voice call out his name. "Amanda? Are you and Jesse allright?"
"Yes... But who-"
"Hey!! Did I say I wanted any talking in here?! No!! Now just shut up!!"
"Look, we're not trying to make you upset, we just want to calmly work this out," Mark replied.
"No, you see, I don't DO calm, okay? So either be quiet, or I'll give you a reason to be quiet!"
Mark's heart suddenly skipped a beat as he heard Amanda shriek a moment later. "Let her go. It's me you want."
"You're right. And I've got you right where I want you, doc. So do as I say or she'll be a bobble head tomorrow!"
Amanda swallowed hard as she felt the cold steel of a large knife resting on her throat, and tried to relax as best as she could, praying that this would soon be over. "Please, just tell us what it is you're after. Maybe we can help you. We know that Mike probably influenced you. But you're probably not like that. You don't have to be like him. You don't have to prove anything to him."
"What the hell is this?! A therapy session or somethin'?!"
Amanda took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. "No, we just want to help-"
Amanda shrieked as he tightened his grip on her. "Well I don't need your help, understand?! So for the last time, SHUT UP!!"
"Look, the last thing we want to do is make you upset, but we're rather confused. We just want to know what's going on here," Mark stated.
"Oh, you do, do you? Fine. Yes, I'm continuing on Mike's job. There, happy now?"
"But who are you?" Jesse said, slowly finding his way into the kitchen.
"Mike's son!" Mark said suddenly.
"Wh- how the hell did you- just who do you think you are, anyway?"
"Son? But Mark, I thought that his cousin was Mike's last living relative," Jesse said.
"I thought so, too. But I found out the reason why he killed his cousin," Mark paused, and turned to where he heard the guy breathing, directly talking to him. "Your father was with a married woman, your mom, thinking that in all the twenty years they were married together that he was the only man in her life. He then found out about your mom being a bigamist and went crazy. He then killed her, but was caught by his cousin, whom he then killed shortly thereafter. Then when the cops were called about all the noise, he only had time to hide your mom's body, and then only got caught with his cousin's body. Your dad then told you that your mom ran away with her other husband and wasn't coming back. And you believed him, and wanted to get revenge on me for putting him in jail. Then shortly after your father escaped from jail, you found out about your mom after some contractors accidentally dug up her remains a couple months ago. You were furious at your dad, but didn't let him on that you knew. Instead, you agreed to help him get me back, but then decided to kill him by cutting his brake lines on his car one night."
"Well, why would he still want revenge on you, then?" Jesse asked suddenly.
"That's what I asked myself. Then I figured that you knew I had solved all these cases over the past years... You were afraid that I would find out that you killed him, and you wanted to shut me up. You know, you're pretty clever. I almost didn't realize who you were until I took a guess."
"I'm still kind of confused," Amanda said.
"You mean, you're not used to that by now?" Jesse replied.
"Well, I have to admit, you are pretty good, doc. But I'm better than my father. I'm Jonathan Pearson! He was nothing!! Just some piece of dirt that killed my only mother! He didn't know how much she meant to me!! I mean, she may have leaded a double life, but she hid it well. And she loved me unconditionally. He always made me feel like I wasn't good enough for his expectations! I hated him! Which is why I enjoyed watching him burn to death."
"But why be like him? He kills people, you don't," Jesse stated.
"Oh, but I do. And now I can't afford to go to jail. So I can't take any chances. I have to kill all of you now. And then I think I'll go finish off your son, as well, Dr. Sloan. You know, you almost had me fooled with that whole 'death' saga. Well, I'll let you in on a little secret, doc. Next time, don't sit there laughing and acting like nothing's wrong the day after the funeral. That kind of tipped me off. And now when I get through with you three, he's going to be dead for sure this time. You have my personal guarantee. Now say good-bye to contestant number one, Dr. Amanda Bentley."
Amanda tensed, as she felt the hot tears rolling down her cheeks. "NO!!"
Her screams were then short lived, when a sudden gunshot was heard, the next sound being Amanda and Jonathan falling to the floor in a heap.
TBC...
Mark froze as immediate concerns came flooding into his head. He didn't know who this guy was from lack of sight and talking, but he knew that if he knew Mike Pearson that he was surely not sane by any means. He took a deep breath, trying to get all his thoughts into focus and tried to ignore the ringing in his ears from the sound of the single gunshot that vibrated off the walls just moments ago, hoping and praying that the it didn't hit Amanda or Jesse. He reached out his hand and soon made contact with the kitchen counter- right by the knife set he owned. Calmly, he slowly made his way towards the top of the knives, careful not to give himself away. He then turned around, and although he still couldn't see anything, decided to try and get something out of insane man standing near him, hoping to get a clue as to what exactly was going on.
"Who are you? What do you want with me?" Mark asked in a calm voice, keeping his fingertips on top of the sharp silverware.
"You know what I want from you," came a reply, in a deep angry voice.
"No, I don't. Why don't you tell me?"
"Shut up! I don't have to tell you anything! So just be quiet and no one will get hurt!"
"Mark?"
Mark immediately shivered when he heard a gentle, shaky voice call out his name. "Amanda? Are you and Jesse allright?"
"Yes... But who-"
"Hey!! Did I say I wanted any talking in here?! No!! Now just shut up!!"
"Look, we're not trying to make you upset, we just want to calmly work this out," Mark replied.
"No, you see, I don't DO calm, okay? So either be quiet, or I'll give you a reason to be quiet!"
Mark's heart suddenly skipped a beat as he heard Amanda shriek a moment later. "Let her go. It's me you want."
"You're right. And I've got you right where I want you, doc. So do as I say or she'll be a bobble head tomorrow!"
Amanda swallowed hard as she felt the cold steel of a large knife resting on her throat, and tried to relax as best as she could, praying that this would soon be over. "Please, just tell us what it is you're after. Maybe we can help you. We know that Mike probably influenced you. But you're probably not like that. You don't have to be like him. You don't have to prove anything to him."
"What the hell is this?! A therapy session or somethin'?!"
Amanda took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. "No, we just want to help-"
Amanda shrieked as he tightened his grip on her. "Well I don't need your help, understand?! So for the last time, SHUT UP!!"
"Look, the last thing we want to do is make you upset, but we're rather confused. We just want to know what's going on here," Mark stated.
"Oh, you do, do you? Fine. Yes, I'm continuing on Mike's job. There, happy now?"
"But who are you?" Jesse said, slowly finding his way into the kitchen.
"Mike's son!" Mark said suddenly.
"Wh- how the hell did you- just who do you think you are, anyway?"
"Son? But Mark, I thought that his cousin was Mike's last living relative," Jesse said.
"I thought so, too. But I found out the reason why he killed his cousin," Mark paused, and turned to where he heard the guy breathing, directly talking to him. "Your father was with a married woman, your mom, thinking that in all the twenty years they were married together that he was the only man in her life. He then found out about your mom being a bigamist and went crazy. He then killed her, but was caught by his cousin, whom he then killed shortly thereafter. Then when the cops were called about all the noise, he only had time to hide your mom's body, and then only got caught with his cousin's body. Your dad then told you that your mom ran away with her other husband and wasn't coming back. And you believed him, and wanted to get revenge on me for putting him in jail. Then shortly after your father escaped from jail, you found out about your mom after some contractors accidentally dug up her remains a couple months ago. You were furious at your dad, but didn't let him on that you knew. Instead, you agreed to help him get me back, but then decided to kill him by cutting his brake lines on his car one night."
"Well, why would he still want revenge on you, then?" Jesse asked suddenly.
"That's what I asked myself. Then I figured that you knew I had solved all these cases over the past years... You were afraid that I would find out that you killed him, and you wanted to shut me up. You know, you're pretty clever. I almost didn't realize who you were until I took a guess."
"I'm still kind of confused," Amanda said.
"You mean, you're not used to that by now?" Jesse replied.
"Well, I have to admit, you are pretty good, doc. But I'm better than my father. I'm Jonathan Pearson! He was nothing!! Just some piece of dirt that killed my only mother! He didn't know how much she meant to me!! I mean, she may have leaded a double life, but she hid it well. And she loved me unconditionally. He always made me feel like I wasn't good enough for his expectations! I hated him! Which is why I enjoyed watching him burn to death."
"But why be like him? He kills people, you don't," Jesse stated.
"Oh, but I do. And now I can't afford to go to jail. So I can't take any chances. I have to kill all of you now. And then I think I'll go finish off your son, as well, Dr. Sloan. You know, you almost had me fooled with that whole 'death' saga. Well, I'll let you in on a little secret, doc. Next time, don't sit there laughing and acting like nothing's wrong the day after the funeral. That kind of tipped me off. And now when I get through with you three, he's going to be dead for sure this time. You have my personal guarantee. Now say good-bye to contestant number one, Dr. Amanda Bentley."
Amanda tensed, as she felt the hot tears rolling down her cheeks. "NO!!"
Her screams were then short lived, when a sudden gunshot was heard, the next sound being Amanda and Jonathan falling to the floor in a heap.
TBC...
