Title: It's No Good (Parts 20/20)
Author: R Dimeria
Email: Forest_elf_77@hotmail.com
Rating: 18
Spoilers: FG
Inspiration: Depeche Mode's "It's No Good" on Ultra or The Singles 85-98
Summary: Who, needs a summary? It's Jenny and Julian.
Disclaimers: These character belong to LJ Smith. Except for the ones that
don't. Those are mine. The Song is by Depeche Mode, "It's No Good" off of
their album Ultra. Yes, there typing and grammar errors, live with it.
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Part 8
Sept 16
The scary man dragged Jenny from the shed into yet another shed. He then
proceeded to try to force her to perform oral sex. Jenny remembered Julian
and the bees. She wouldn't cave. She just kept saying no. He beat her and
beat her. He stood above her, and picked up a belt and lashed into her, she
could feel her skin instantly redden and swell from each strike. And still
she said no. He tore open her shirt, and grabbed her in a very violating
way. Jenny suddenly understood the true meaning of the word violated. He
tore off her jeans, exposing her plain cotton bikini cut panties. She never
looked away. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of humiliating her.
Eventually he dragged her back to the first shed. After that she slept.
Sept. 20
The Thorntons sat with the police detective who was in charge of their
daughter's case. Detective Robertson, a forty year old man with salt and
pepper hair, and keen dark eyes sat, with a grim look on his face. He was a
good cop. He had been on the force for nearly twenty years, but even he
couldn't fathom all the missing girl reports.
"I want to help you folks, but I think Jenny is just another runaway. I
honestly don't believe her to be one of the victims of "The Niner". She
doesn't fit the victim description. For the most part he's been kidnapping
girls much younger than Jenny. All of the girls have been 10 to 13 yrs. in
age. Jenny is twenty. She's much to old for this sicko."
"Are you certain?" Mrs Thornton asked, her voice shaking. This was just too
much, after everything they had been through when Jenny's friend Summer
disappeared, she just couldn't handle the thought of Jenny missing.
"Yes, mam." If not we'll know in three days, Detective Robertson thought to
himself. On the ninth day they would find the mangled tortured bodies of the
girls. And on September 23 Jenny would be missing nine days.
"Thank-you, for all your help." Said Mr. Thornton as he saw Detective
Robertson out.
Robertson felt happy, out of all the missing people reports that he had to
follow up today, this was the only one where the girl hadn't fallen victim
to "The Niner". Sadly, there had been no leads to finding the bastard who
was responsible for the crimes. It was if the monster simply stole the girls
away to another world.
He stepped into his car, turned the key, turned the radio on and an old
song from the 80s was playing, the dancey beat filling the car:
I've got to get to you first
Before they do
It's just a question of time
Before they lay their hands on you
And make you just like the rest
I've got to get to you first
It's just a question of time
Well now you're only fifteen
And you look good
I'll take you under my wing
Somebody should
They've persuasive ways
And you'll believe what they say
It's just a question of time
It's running out for you
It won't be long
Until you do
Exactly what they want you to
I can see them now Hanging around
To mess you up
To strip you down
And have their fun
With my little one
It's just a question of time
It's running out for you
It won't be long
Until you do
Exactly what they want you to
It won't be long
Until you do
Exactly what they want you to
Sometimes I don't blame them
For wanting you
You look good
And they need something to do
Until I look at you
And then I condemn them
I know my kind
What goes on in our minds
It's just a question of time
It should be better
It's just a question of time
It should be better with you
It's just a question of time
Part 9
Sept. 20
On September 16, it was 12 yr old Carrie Baker. On September 17, it was 14
yr old Darcella Brown. On September 18, it was 15 yr old Donna Sherat.
September 19, it was 13 yr old Laura Crits. They were both found dead, they
had been tortured and raped before being slowly killed.
Detective Robertson read over the "Missing Since" list again: September 11:
Corrin Marx age 13, September 12: Jacquline Berat age 12, September 13:
Robin Fisher age 10, September 14: Cathryn Moyer age 12, September 15: Jenny
Thornton age 20, September 16: Ellen Cohen age 13, September 17: Mary
Mchannon age 12, September 18: Susan Miller age 11, September 19: Rebecca
Ericson age 10.
Currently they were looking for Corrin Marx. He couldn't fool himself,
they would most likely find her dead unbreathing body, it was her ninth day
missing.
The Thornton girl worried him, she was the only girl to have disappeared on
September 15, but she was too old for the serial killer. Wasn't she? He
asked himself for the hundredth time that day, didn't he just assure her
parents she wasn't one of the monster's victim? There couldn't be some
other reason for the killer to want her was there? Perhaps, Ms. Jennifer
Thornton was the key to all the missing girls.
Sept 17
Jenny had just been through her second torture session. She lay on the
cold
cement floor staring with out seeing.
She remembered reading the headlines about the serial killer, but
all the victims were young, so much younger than herself. What did he want
with her? The two times he had beat her he had said very little, and had
never answered her when she asked him why. He had and insane glow in his
storm blue eyes, that frightened Jenny, and reminded her of the other Shadow
Men. She wasn't sure why his eyes frightened her so.
art 10
Julian wished he wished he could close his eyes. Hell, he'd settle for
looking away, he didn't want to hear this much less watch. He had thought
he'd suffered through everything his ancestors had to offer. He was wrong.
They had originally started by creating a body. Then torturing the body to
death, and then they'd make a new body and start the process all over. He
had been beaten, raped, strangled, drowned, bled; once they had ants eat his
eyes out. He thought the rape was worse, something about the sheer
violation. He hadn't thought there was anything left to do to him.
That's when the visions of Jenny started. It had been about two years
after
the last game. They would show him things. Horrible things, everything from
Jenny and Tom have mad passionate sex to her being tortured and raped. That
had been the worst.
He had survived it all, sanity intact, because he knew the reality. Which
was Jenny was happy and alive, enjoying life. Even if he couldn't share it
with her not even from the shadows. He had sacrificed himself for her. He
adored her, and it was worth it to him, because she was happy. But what if
she wasn't happy? What if?
It had been the 'what if?', that had slowly driven him insane.
Sept 18
Jenny was trying not to cry. It wouldn't do any good. Since she had been
here three girls had died. Today, a young girl named Donna had died.
It wasn't just the fact that he tortured them. It was the fact that he
purposely kept the girls alive, for nine days. I t was sick. And in five
more days she would die.
Author: R Dimeria
Email: Forest_elf_77@hotmail.com
Rating: 18
Spoilers: FG
Inspiration: Depeche Mode's "It's No Good" on Ultra or The Singles 85-98
Summary: Who, needs a summary? It's Jenny and Julian.
Disclaimers: These character belong to LJ Smith. Except for the ones that
don't. Those are mine. The Song is by Depeche Mode, "It's No Good" off of
their album Ultra. Yes, there typing and grammar errors, live with it.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Part 8
Sept 16
The scary man dragged Jenny from the shed into yet another shed. He then
proceeded to try to force her to perform oral sex. Jenny remembered Julian
and the bees. She wouldn't cave. She just kept saying no. He beat her and
beat her. He stood above her, and picked up a belt and lashed into her, she
could feel her skin instantly redden and swell from each strike. And still
she said no. He tore open her shirt, and grabbed her in a very violating
way. Jenny suddenly understood the true meaning of the word violated. He
tore off her jeans, exposing her plain cotton bikini cut panties. She never
looked away. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of humiliating her.
Eventually he dragged her back to the first shed. After that she slept.
Sept. 20
The Thorntons sat with the police detective who was in charge of their
daughter's case. Detective Robertson, a forty year old man with salt and
pepper hair, and keen dark eyes sat, with a grim look on his face. He was a
good cop. He had been on the force for nearly twenty years, but even he
couldn't fathom all the missing girl reports.
"I want to help you folks, but I think Jenny is just another runaway. I
honestly don't believe her to be one of the victims of "The Niner". She
doesn't fit the victim description. For the most part he's been kidnapping
girls much younger than Jenny. All of the girls have been 10 to 13 yrs. in
age. Jenny is twenty. She's much to old for this sicko."
"Are you certain?" Mrs Thornton asked, her voice shaking. This was just too
much, after everything they had been through when Jenny's friend Summer
disappeared, she just couldn't handle the thought of Jenny missing.
"Yes, mam." If not we'll know in three days, Detective Robertson thought to
himself. On the ninth day they would find the mangled tortured bodies of the
girls. And on September 23 Jenny would be missing nine days.
"Thank-you, for all your help." Said Mr. Thornton as he saw Detective
Robertson out.
Robertson felt happy, out of all the missing people reports that he had to
follow up today, this was the only one where the girl hadn't fallen victim
to "The Niner". Sadly, there had been no leads to finding the bastard who
was responsible for the crimes. It was if the monster simply stole the girls
away to another world.
He stepped into his car, turned the key, turned the radio on and an old
song from the 80s was playing, the dancey beat filling the car:
I've got to get to you first
Before they do
It's just a question of time
Before they lay their hands on you
And make you just like the rest
I've got to get to you first
It's just a question of time
Well now you're only fifteen
And you look good
I'll take you under my wing
Somebody should
They've persuasive ways
And you'll believe what they say
It's just a question of time
It's running out for you
It won't be long
Until you do
Exactly what they want you to
I can see them now Hanging around
To mess you up
To strip you down
And have their fun
With my little one
It's just a question of time
It's running out for you
It won't be long
Until you do
Exactly what they want you to
It won't be long
Until you do
Exactly what they want you to
Sometimes I don't blame them
For wanting you
You look good
And they need something to do
Until I look at you
And then I condemn them
I know my kind
What goes on in our minds
It's just a question of time
It should be better
It's just a question of time
It should be better with you
It's just a question of time
Part 9
Sept. 20
On September 16, it was 12 yr old Carrie Baker. On September 17, it was 14
yr old Darcella Brown. On September 18, it was 15 yr old Donna Sherat.
September 19, it was 13 yr old Laura Crits. They were both found dead, they
had been tortured and raped before being slowly killed.
Detective Robertson read over the "Missing Since" list again: September 11:
Corrin Marx age 13, September 12: Jacquline Berat age 12, September 13:
Robin Fisher age 10, September 14: Cathryn Moyer age 12, September 15: Jenny
Thornton age 20, September 16: Ellen Cohen age 13, September 17: Mary
Mchannon age 12, September 18: Susan Miller age 11, September 19: Rebecca
Ericson age 10.
Currently they were looking for Corrin Marx. He couldn't fool himself,
they would most likely find her dead unbreathing body, it was her ninth day
missing.
The Thornton girl worried him, she was the only girl to have disappeared on
September 15, but she was too old for the serial killer. Wasn't she? He
asked himself for the hundredth time that day, didn't he just assure her
parents she wasn't one of the monster's victim? There couldn't be some
other reason for the killer to want her was there? Perhaps, Ms. Jennifer
Thornton was the key to all the missing girls.
Sept 17
Jenny had just been through her second torture session. She lay on the
cold
cement floor staring with out seeing.
She remembered reading the headlines about the serial killer, but
all the victims were young, so much younger than herself. What did he want
with her? The two times he had beat her he had said very little, and had
never answered her when she asked him why. He had and insane glow in his
storm blue eyes, that frightened Jenny, and reminded her of the other Shadow
Men. She wasn't sure why his eyes frightened her so.
art 10
Julian wished he wished he could close his eyes. Hell, he'd settle for
looking away, he didn't want to hear this much less watch. He had thought
he'd suffered through everything his ancestors had to offer. He was wrong.
They had originally started by creating a body. Then torturing the body to
death, and then they'd make a new body and start the process all over. He
had been beaten, raped, strangled, drowned, bled; once they had ants eat his
eyes out. He thought the rape was worse, something about the sheer
violation. He hadn't thought there was anything left to do to him.
That's when the visions of Jenny started. It had been about two years
after
the last game. They would show him things. Horrible things, everything from
Jenny and Tom have mad passionate sex to her being tortured and raped. That
had been the worst.
He had survived it all, sanity intact, because he knew the reality. Which
was Jenny was happy and alive, enjoying life. Even if he couldn't share it
with her not even from the shadows. He had sacrificed himself for her. He
adored her, and it was worth it to him, because she was happy. But what if
she wasn't happy? What if?
It had been the 'what if?', that had slowly driven him insane.
Sept 18
Jenny was trying not to cry. It wouldn't do any good. Since she had been
here three girls had died. Today, a young girl named Donna had died.
It wasn't just the fact that he tortured them. It was the fact that he
purposely kept the girls alive, for nine days. I t was sick. And in five
more days she would die.