Chapter 12
The night preciously fell on the busy city as the clubbers pronounced their havoc. Unfortunately, the student stuck in the French building couldn't accompany them to celebrate their joy. As long as she stayed there, the two Mounties had her under their protection. She shuffled away from the window and eventually plopped on the couch in boredom.
She heard nails clicking on the hard wood, exchanging a pitiful stare. She dug her fingers in Dief's wooly fur coat. The innocent girl rested her chin on his nose, and gaped into his lost, depressed eyes. Benton was still trapped inside his crammed office and the only one safeguarding her. Slinking away from the window, she slithered around Turnable, who was again at his little office in the lobby.
"Hi." She cooed in his ear, nearly inches from it.
His face morphed into a dark crimson, almost the same shade as his suit. His neck was overrun by Goosebumps. Clearing his throat, he was exceedingly flustered at her apparent attempt of seducing him.
"M-Ms.." He stammered as she straddled onto his lap.
"Shhh, baby. I'll be real quick and gentle."
Taking off her scrunchie, her hair gently fell on her broad shoulders. She ran her tiny fingers on her silky tresses. This sultry woman smiled preciously at the feeble Mountie. She unhooked his Stetson belt and tied his hands with the belt behind him. Cassie hopped off Turnable and pecked a kiss on his smooth cheek.
"Sucker." She under toned in his ear.
She slipped off his lap and pranced to the lobby exit. Cassandra softly giggled in glee and ran off into the night.
Ryan immediately bolted after his love, his once life. His friend, who was sleeping, got up and groggily started the car and followed the duo.
Sweat perforated from her small forehead while she noticed her boyfriend catching up on her. The female dodged each brick wall to the point that she was mislaid in the large maze.
Benton Fraser was lastly done with the monotonous work day he endured. It was time for his long walk home with the girl. He thought that they were on the right path to patch up their broken relationship. When Ben caught her escaping and she lied, Cass destroyed his trust.
Trotting out to the atrium, he discovered Turnable wrapped up in his own belt! Covering his mouth was Cassandra's pink scrunchie! It was quite the sight to see.
"Who did this to you, Turnable?" Fraser unchained him from his binds.
"The girl, she left."
Once his coworker was freed, he loped outside. He heard a scream and ran towards it...the sound was all too familiar.
Just how he found her...
Cassie has no where to go, she was trapped alongside a brick wall that was impossible to scale. Her chasers ran up to her, with their weapons intended at her bosoms. The startled teenager laid her back up against the grimy wall. Even though Ryan's partner was portraying a typical American badass in the past couple of days, his actions towards the young woman seemed hesitant.
"Dude, I can't do this." He bluntly stated.
"What the fuck? You're such a pussy." Ryan whispered.
"Lynne's murder was an accident, it was a joke gone wrong. Killing another person to cover up the first one is bull shit. We're gonna be killing another and another to cover up more lies."
"Shoot the bitch or I swear to God that I'll kill you myself.."
He pulled down his gun and stood in front of the girl, shielding her. Cassie breathed in a sigh of relief. Her hopes were not answered when the male was shot directly in the heart. Blood gushed out of his chest like water. He fell almost immediately on the ground; the teen's face was dragged into the frosty pavement. She shrieked, almost in a blood curdling scream. Another man confronted her boyfriend, as if they were best buddies. Once Cassandra could spot this strangers façade, her expression grew pale as if she just saw a ghost.
"Hey there, Cassie." A young man greeted, caressing his bat tenderly. "You thought that you could out run me." He snickered in sinfulness.
This all seemed too familiar for her.
"W-who are you?" She sputtered.
"Aww...you don't remember me?" He then swung at her, nearly striking her in the ribs. "I'm the one that you ratted on once you dumped me! "
The memories that she erased from her life all came back in a flash of light. It was the one that she tried so hard to forget-Brad!
"Brad...but..."
"I got out of jail for good behavior." He cackled, finishing her panting sentence. He then gingerly patted his weapon. "I won't be ashamed of bragging about your death in jail this time."
"Your parents were great murder victims. You should see the pictures, Cassie baby..." Ryan chortled.
"You son of a bitch!" She bum rushed him and pummeled him smack in the jaw.
She felt a tingly coldness straight on her temple....she had a feeling that a bullet would soon be lodged in her skull. Freezing in her tracks, more pressure was placed on her small and fragile temple. Cassandra was thrown back to the brick wall that she was leaning against.
"Cassandra is what you're called these days, huh?" Brad taunted.
"Yeah, better than my original name." The female sardonically retorted. "How do you know each other?"
"Let's just say that I'm a distant relative." Bradley winked at her.
"Oh my god...how could I..."
"When Ryan showed me some pictures of his new girlfriend, they looked all too familiar. I'm finally done with some unfinished business. Such a shame you had to blab to the police the first time. Say hello to your mom for me."
Before Ryan could press the trigger, a sadistic snarl was the only warning heard before he was forced on the ground. Diefenbaker began to attack him, gnawing his Italian skin. As soon as Brad spun around, he was thrown to the concrete by the Chicago detective.
"You are under arrest...." Vecchio mumbled the usual lecture of the Miranda rights.
