Sami sat at home; it was late and Will hadn't come yet. Three years ago she was accused of murder and still nothing had changed. Lucas still lived across the hall and every once in awhile he would come over to harass into admitting she killed the seven victims. His mother was no better. At least twice this week she had come over to degrade and harass Sami. If that wasn't bad enough, then Brandon trying to sue for custody of Will was. Who does he think he is? Sami thought to her self. He's not even Will's father. His complaint was that Lucas and Sami were incompetent as parents.
Will was now fifteen years old and as clever as his mother Sami. Except the one difference between them was he was an expert at not getting caught. He hadn't gotten caught for half the pranks he had played on Salem. He however resented his mother with a passion. He hated how she would go through one relationship after another. When the relationship was over, she didn't know how to let go. She became obsessed over them; just like she had become obsessed over Austin and Brandon. Sami thought that her dear sweet little son would surely say he wanted to stay with his mother; she was about to get a cold harsh awakening. He would be testifying in the suing for custody over him tomorrow. He was more than prepared to for testimony. He had been dreaming of this moment for at least five years. It would be complete victory for him. Not only would it make his mother look bad in the papers, it would also make her look bad to the police. Now that her father was off of the force, there would be no special treatment for his mother. Pay backs a bitch. He thought to himself.
As for his father, he didn't really have much against him. The only thing about him was that he was stupid. He shouldn't have ever gotten involved with his mother. She ruined both their lives and now he was going to ruin her life.
Will came walking into the house around eleven o'clock.
"Will, where have you been? I've been worried sick about you." Sami said.
"I've been out." Will rudely said.
Sami walked up to her only son and hugged him. He flinched when she touched him.
"What's wrong with you?" Sami asked him.
"My side is really bothering me that's all?" Will said to her.
Sami looked at her son's face and noticed that he had a couple of scratches and some bruises.
"Why do you look like a wreck? Did you get into a fist fight?" Sami asked him.
"You could say that." Will replied then walked into his room.
Oh man my side is hurting so badly. I didn't think that bitch would fight so hard; but she did. I'm going to have to make sure that I bring my gun for now on. She totally scratched and bruised my face up. I can't begin to count- up the amount of punches she made. Some of them didn't even hurt while the others well...left bruises. I even got a black eye. I've never been in so much pain in my life. What was she doing in that cemetery? Was she trying to play cop? I don't know; but the more that I think about it the more worried I get. If she's that strong all the time, then I'm going to have to pick my victims more carefully for now on. Well I'm finally home and just in time for the 12 o'clock news. I've made sure to set my VCR for the news. I love to here them recap the murders. I don't think they put enough drama in it though. Maybe if I kill one of the newscasters they'll learn. I have to hurry and get the tape set. You see I was planning for Mrs. Hyde to be murdered tonight; not Roman Brady; but, since that plan was foiled I needed some excitement tonight. Roman Brady just happened to pull his car into the driveway; just as I happened to be making my escape. When he went inside of the house, I jumped into the back seat. There was no evil masterminded plan behind his death. He was just stupid for leaving the car door unlocked. You would think with all the people being murdered lately that he would have been a bit more cautious; but no, he's dumb like the rest of them. I bet that bitch is telling them all about the evil psychotic killer that she courageously had challenged to a fight tonight. While everyone is off regarding her as a hero, I have to sit home and bandaged myself up. I can't go to the hospital like she can. Instead of planning my next attack for tonight, I'm going to be stuck here resting. It will at least take me a couple weeks to get better. I can't let anyone see me like this. No I can't wait! I have to kill again; as soon as possible before I loose it. I have no other choice; it's now become like an addiction. It's like smoking or drinking except I get to see my results right away whereas, the smoker and the drinker have to wait for their consequences. That's just the way I was made. I have to and want to see my results right away. It's obvious that it has paid off for me; I've killed eight people and the police have only taken one suspect off of their list. They've only taken one person off they're list; damn they're dumb. You know what I need? I need a warm bath.
Marlena sat on her new white couch watching TV. The fire was burning hot and she was enjoying a batch of hot chocolate. The winter days brought a sense of comfort and coziness to her. Ever since Belle had decided that she didn't want anything to do with her or John, Marlena had a sense of emptiness that had been building up inside of her. John came through the door and sat down next to Marlena. His day had been quite trying. Since Roman was going to be leaving, he wouldn't be needed half as much. The new detective had made that quite clear to him over the phone. He said that for some secret agency the INS wasn't actually helping. The detective said if they were half as smart as they were made out to be, then there wouldn't be seven dead right now. John and Marlena cuddled up on the couch. They were watching an old Bewitched rerun when out of nowhere the news cut.
"We are sorry to interrupt, but we have some devastating and terrible news. We have just been informed that the Salem killer has struck again. Roman Brady's body was recovered by Detective Stephen Hyde. Mr. Hyde went looking for Mr. Brady after they had an argument over Mr. Brady not investigating a crime scene earlier. Mr. Brady was strangled to death; he apparently was fighting with the killer when he lost control of his car. Earlier this evening, the killer apparently attacked the new detective's wife. Reports and rumors have been circulating that the killer had apparently tried to strangle her as well. Police are now looking at the possibility that rope that was used to kill Roman Brady was also used in the attack earlier this evening." The reporter finished.
"Oh my Gosh, not Roman. Why would anybody want to kill Roman, John?" Marlena cried.
"I don't know. I'll go down to the police station and get more information. In the meantime, you should go and stay with Brady until I get back." John said to her.
They got in the car and left the penthouse both in shock with Marlena in tears.
Phillip Brady looked at the young woman who was lying in the hospital bed. He didn't know her but he was totally enamored with her. She was so beautiful; she had long dark black hair and beautiful brown eyes. After Chloe had left him, he really didn't have a steady girlfriend. Phillip was so caught up with her beauty that he hadn't noticed Chloe tapping him on the shoulder.
"Phillip, what's up with you?" Chloe asked him.
"Uh...nothing...why?" Phillip stuttered.
"Phillip do you have a crush on that lady in there?" Chloe asked teasingly.
"What...no...Absolutely not!" Phillip said.
"Phillip you like that lady don't you? That's so great, I bet if you ask her out she'll say yes. After all, you did save her." Chloe said to him.
"You know you're right. I am going to ask her out." Phillip said to an ecstatic Chloe.
Hyde was driving towards the hospital when he realized that he wasn't thinking straight at all. The best thing he could do for his wife was to go back to the scene and get the police there. If she was in any danger, then this could be the only way to save her. He had to learn to stop thinking with his heart and listen to his head. He thought to himself. Hyde called the police and crime investigation down to the cemetery. He ordered them to search over every inch of the graveyard and the woods near it. Hyde walked around the cold cemetery hoping to find any clue that would lead to the killer and possibly to Jackie. Hyde decided to call the hospital to find out if Jackie was there.
"Yes we do have someone here. She was picked up in the cemetery by two residents." The nurse said over the phone to Hyde.
"Can you describe her to me, please?" He asked her.
"Well, she has long dark hair, brown eyes, and is short." The nurse said to him.
"Yeah that's my wife Jackie. I'm her husband Detective Hyde. Is she going to make it?" Hyde asked worriedly.
"Yes she's going to make it. She just has a couple of bad fractures in her ribs; her face is pretty banged up though. She's got a lot of cuts and bruises all over her face." The nurse replied.
Hyde walked on through the forest; well at least they found Jackie. He thought.
Author note: I crossed this story over with That '70's show. I forgot to make that note earlier.
Will was now fifteen years old and as clever as his mother Sami. Except the one difference between them was he was an expert at not getting caught. He hadn't gotten caught for half the pranks he had played on Salem. He however resented his mother with a passion. He hated how she would go through one relationship after another. When the relationship was over, she didn't know how to let go. She became obsessed over them; just like she had become obsessed over Austin and Brandon. Sami thought that her dear sweet little son would surely say he wanted to stay with his mother; she was about to get a cold harsh awakening. He would be testifying in the suing for custody over him tomorrow. He was more than prepared to for testimony. He had been dreaming of this moment for at least five years. It would be complete victory for him. Not only would it make his mother look bad in the papers, it would also make her look bad to the police. Now that her father was off of the force, there would be no special treatment for his mother. Pay backs a bitch. He thought to himself.
As for his father, he didn't really have much against him. The only thing about him was that he was stupid. He shouldn't have ever gotten involved with his mother. She ruined both their lives and now he was going to ruin her life.
Will came walking into the house around eleven o'clock.
"Will, where have you been? I've been worried sick about you." Sami said.
"I've been out." Will rudely said.
Sami walked up to her only son and hugged him. He flinched when she touched him.
"What's wrong with you?" Sami asked him.
"My side is really bothering me that's all?" Will said to her.
Sami looked at her son's face and noticed that he had a couple of scratches and some bruises.
"Why do you look like a wreck? Did you get into a fist fight?" Sami asked him.
"You could say that." Will replied then walked into his room.
Oh man my side is hurting so badly. I didn't think that bitch would fight so hard; but she did. I'm going to have to make sure that I bring my gun for now on. She totally scratched and bruised my face up. I can't begin to count- up the amount of punches she made. Some of them didn't even hurt while the others well...left bruises. I even got a black eye. I've never been in so much pain in my life. What was she doing in that cemetery? Was she trying to play cop? I don't know; but the more that I think about it the more worried I get. If she's that strong all the time, then I'm going to have to pick my victims more carefully for now on. Well I'm finally home and just in time for the 12 o'clock news. I've made sure to set my VCR for the news. I love to here them recap the murders. I don't think they put enough drama in it though. Maybe if I kill one of the newscasters they'll learn. I have to hurry and get the tape set. You see I was planning for Mrs. Hyde to be murdered tonight; not Roman Brady; but, since that plan was foiled I needed some excitement tonight. Roman Brady just happened to pull his car into the driveway; just as I happened to be making my escape. When he went inside of the house, I jumped into the back seat. There was no evil masterminded plan behind his death. He was just stupid for leaving the car door unlocked. You would think with all the people being murdered lately that he would have been a bit more cautious; but no, he's dumb like the rest of them. I bet that bitch is telling them all about the evil psychotic killer that she courageously had challenged to a fight tonight. While everyone is off regarding her as a hero, I have to sit home and bandaged myself up. I can't go to the hospital like she can. Instead of planning my next attack for tonight, I'm going to be stuck here resting. It will at least take me a couple weeks to get better. I can't let anyone see me like this. No I can't wait! I have to kill again; as soon as possible before I loose it. I have no other choice; it's now become like an addiction. It's like smoking or drinking except I get to see my results right away whereas, the smoker and the drinker have to wait for their consequences. That's just the way I was made. I have to and want to see my results right away. It's obvious that it has paid off for me; I've killed eight people and the police have only taken one suspect off of their list. They've only taken one person off they're list; damn they're dumb. You know what I need? I need a warm bath.
Marlena sat on her new white couch watching TV. The fire was burning hot and she was enjoying a batch of hot chocolate. The winter days brought a sense of comfort and coziness to her. Ever since Belle had decided that she didn't want anything to do with her or John, Marlena had a sense of emptiness that had been building up inside of her. John came through the door and sat down next to Marlena. His day had been quite trying. Since Roman was going to be leaving, he wouldn't be needed half as much. The new detective had made that quite clear to him over the phone. He said that for some secret agency the INS wasn't actually helping. The detective said if they were half as smart as they were made out to be, then there wouldn't be seven dead right now. John and Marlena cuddled up on the couch. They were watching an old Bewitched rerun when out of nowhere the news cut.
"We are sorry to interrupt, but we have some devastating and terrible news. We have just been informed that the Salem killer has struck again. Roman Brady's body was recovered by Detective Stephen Hyde. Mr. Hyde went looking for Mr. Brady after they had an argument over Mr. Brady not investigating a crime scene earlier. Mr. Brady was strangled to death; he apparently was fighting with the killer when he lost control of his car. Earlier this evening, the killer apparently attacked the new detective's wife. Reports and rumors have been circulating that the killer had apparently tried to strangle her as well. Police are now looking at the possibility that rope that was used to kill Roman Brady was also used in the attack earlier this evening." The reporter finished.
"Oh my Gosh, not Roman. Why would anybody want to kill Roman, John?" Marlena cried.
"I don't know. I'll go down to the police station and get more information. In the meantime, you should go and stay with Brady until I get back." John said to her.
They got in the car and left the penthouse both in shock with Marlena in tears.
Phillip Brady looked at the young woman who was lying in the hospital bed. He didn't know her but he was totally enamored with her. She was so beautiful; she had long dark black hair and beautiful brown eyes. After Chloe had left him, he really didn't have a steady girlfriend. Phillip was so caught up with her beauty that he hadn't noticed Chloe tapping him on the shoulder.
"Phillip, what's up with you?" Chloe asked him.
"Uh...nothing...why?" Phillip stuttered.
"Phillip do you have a crush on that lady in there?" Chloe asked teasingly.
"What...no...Absolutely not!" Phillip said.
"Phillip you like that lady don't you? That's so great, I bet if you ask her out she'll say yes. After all, you did save her." Chloe said to him.
"You know you're right. I am going to ask her out." Phillip said to an ecstatic Chloe.
Hyde was driving towards the hospital when he realized that he wasn't thinking straight at all. The best thing he could do for his wife was to go back to the scene and get the police there. If she was in any danger, then this could be the only way to save her. He had to learn to stop thinking with his heart and listen to his head. He thought to himself. Hyde called the police and crime investigation down to the cemetery. He ordered them to search over every inch of the graveyard and the woods near it. Hyde walked around the cold cemetery hoping to find any clue that would lead to the killer and possibly to Jackie. Hyde decided to call the hospital to find out if Jackie was there.
"Yes we do have someone here. She was picked up in the cemetery by two residents." The nurse said over the phone to Hyde.
"Can you describe her to me, please?" He asked her.
"Well, she has long dark hair, brown eyes, and is short." The nurse said to him.
"Yeah that's my wife Jackie. I'm her husband Detective Hyde. Is she going to make it?" Hyde asked worriedly.
"Yes she's going to make it. She just has a couple of bad fractures in her ribs; her face is pretty banged up though. She's got a lot of cuts and bruises all over her face." The nurse replied.
Hyde walked on through the forest; well at least they found Jackie. He thought.
Author note: I crossed this story over with That '70's show. I forgot to make that note earlier.