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Death Trap: Life or Death?

Chapter 5

Detective Marc Woods sat slumped over his desk. He had been on this case for months now, and he still could not find any evidence on the killings and missing reports. He could not find any identification on the bodies that they found. They either were mangeled and mutilated, or torn up badly. He hardly left office, he was so into this case , on finding this suck bastard before he took another life. That he had pushed everything out of his way except for his work. He hadn't had any sleep in the last few days making him exhausted and tired, but he drowned out. He was very serious about his work and cracking the cases that were laid out for him. This was the first one in awhile that he had not solved yet.. Piles of papers and pictures from the crime scene were scattered all around his desk that he been occupying for some time trying to put the pieces together, a ash tray sat nest to him fill of used cigarette butts.He had fallen sleep some time during the early morning, maybe from so much work and lack of sleep. But he had finally crashed.

A young detective stuck his head in the door. Spencer friend and partner to Marc, had came to check on his long time friend. Concerned for him, he hadn't went home or went out with the guys for beer. He pushed the door open wide and stepped in. He gave a sad shake of his head as he set his eyes on his friend. He had gripped tightly a file in his hands as he dropped it onto Marc's desk and rammed the point of his boot into the desk, causing Marc to fly up in his seat. Blinking a few times trying to remeber where he was. Raven black hair hung around his green eyes as he raised them to meet those of Spencer. They were infact tired with exhaustion, he ran a hand through his thick hair and gave a deep sigh.

"Fuck, Spence you didn't have to do that." He grumbled. Spencer took a seat infront of Marc's desk and propped his hands into his lap. Giving concerned look toward his friend. He wasn't sure if this case was realy doing Marc any good. He seemed to be more exhausted then he had ever been. He knew Marc was Serious about his work and didn't stop until he cracked the case. But he was worried that this one seemed to be to much on him.

"You look like shit man, why don't you go home? Rest and maybe take a shower. This case is killing us all, but your taking this on just a little to hard.." He said, leaning forward some clasping his hands together. Marc nodded some pulling out a cigarette from his pocket and gave it a light. He slowly enhaling it, before letting it onto the air.

He heard what he was saying but, he couldn't just stop now... He had to find something on this guy. But so far they had no trace of evidence, or DNA on him to track him down. He gave a slightly shake of his head, flicking some ashed into the already overfilled ashtray.

"Sorry Spence i can't do that." Spencer gave a frustrated groan. He had been fighting to get Marc to go home and get some sleep, but he refused to do it. He was afraid that he was getting a little to obessed with this case. He slammed a hand onto the desk where he had placed the file ontop of the desk. He wasn't going to stop until he had him get some rest even a shower. He had information that maybe would ease Marc's mind, maybe get him to go home for a couple of hours. Marc dropped his gaze to the newest file on his desk, then back to his partner.

"What's this?" He questioned, coming interested of what it was.

"Something that maybe will ease your mind, and maybe even get you to go home for a few hours." Marc raised a brow. His eyes transfixed onto the file, a spark of seriousness flashed through them. He reached out gently pulling it toward him. Spencer let him do so, hoping that this would help out. Even he was working himself to death to find this guy. He was tired and exhausted, but he stayed along because of Marc. Marc gave a quick lick to dry lips. He opened the file to reveal of the evidence that Spencer had found. "It's evidence that i had found on out in the woods were we found the body of young Samantha Thomas. The recent death, i found just barely a droplet of blood that wasn't the girls. But it was his, seems that he finally slipped up, not cleaning every inch like he does. But the thing is we can't match a name, says unfound. Not in the system." Marc raised weary eyes back to his partner. A new fire burning in those green eyes. He gave a light tapping on the paper as if trying to remeber

something.

"This... I want that blood sample, don't ask questions okay Spence? Just get me it, this sick bastard has to have his name in the system somewhere." Spencer just sat there for a moment and then gave a nod. He knew that Marc would end up doing this, but he could talk him into going home for a bit. But finding the name wasn't going to be easy, even he couldn't find nothing. But Marc, he seemed to find things easier and faster then he.

"Alright, i will. But Marc go home just for a bit, get some sleep, take a shower get reenergized. I can stay on the job and search some more. But you man, you need rest." Marc sighed slumping back into his seat, pinching the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes for a moment. The exhaustion was heavy on him, he had not got rest in the last few weeks. Maybe it would be to go home just for a while. He knew he could trust Spencer, he was a good detective and would work hard to find anything that could trace back to the killer. He took the last puff of his cigarette before putting it out and nodded.

"Fine i'll go home for a bit. But if you find something call me, alright?" Spencer watched as his partner stood slipping into his leather coat. He nodded and gave a weary smile. Standing along with him, he gave a light pat to the Marc's back.

"Good, and i promise to contact you if i find anything." He said, giving a grin, reliefed that he got him to go home for a bit. Marc chuckled as he snatched up his pack of cigarettes and keys. He turned to face Spencer and gave him a look, a serious one.

" I mean it Spence," Spencer nodded and gave Marc a light push toward the door.

"I will i promise just get going. I wouldn't leave you out on anythign you know that don't ya?" Marc nodded and gave a wave as he was pushed toward the door. He would take a little nap and a shower and come back. He knew he could depend on Spencer, he would get the job done. He made his way down the stairs to where the parking lot started. It was dark with a dim light through out the whole parking lot. It was underground and seemed eerie at times. He made his way toward his car when he felt as something was watching him, but he shrugged it off as he climbed into his car. Getting home didn't take long for Marc, he didn't live to far away, which made it easy to beat afternoon traffic.

He parked outside of his home as he wearily climbed out of it. That same feeling sreeping over him again. The feeling of someone watching him, he stopped in his tracks and gave a quick look behind his shoulder to found nothing. Of course... He chcukled to himself as he started to climb his porch steps to his door. He fumbled for his keys in his pockets. Tired, he had a hard time trying to find them. He heard a light snap of a twig, and light footsteps creeping up from behind him. He froze in place, his hand quickl going to his gun that was latched in his gun holster. Human reaction, he gripped it tightly in his left and flicked the strap that held it in place with his thumb. Spinning on his heels he raised the gun ready to use it if needed.

"Woah! No need for a gun!" Whined a brunette. Marc stopped himself, putting away the gun back into the gun holster. His face became stern as he came face to face with a neighbor of his. She was always around, and always eagar to know what happened that day. She flashed him a warm smile, as she looked him over. Marc gave a sigh as he shoved his hands into his pockets. It wasn't that he didn't like her, it was just that he was tired and just wanted to get inside.

"Jesus christ, Lily did you have to sneak up on me that way? Shouldn't you be inside, its not safe to be out own your own." He said, his voice clearly read the tension and exhaustion he felt at that moment. She pouted some as she could tell that he was completely wore out and really didn't want to put up with what she had to say. But just like always she pushed it aside and would start a conversation regaurdless of what he wished.

"It's been awhile since i seen you home. I started to think that you died on me, i was just wanted to see you for a few moments." She said in a cheerful tone. Marc could careless what she wanted right now. He usualy could take ehr but right now he didn't feel like it, but he wasn't the type to be rude to females, he would nicely shoo her away.. If that was possible, she was like leach once she latched on it was hard to get rid of her. He clenched the keeys that was in his right pocket and gritted his teeth some. He had to remind himself to calm down and be polite to her, but she really could tell he wasn't in the mood, but she kept fucking spewing more bullshit.

"Oh, hows been work? Have you got any leads on the guy?" She said. "Its a shame really those poor girls, no one deserves that." She kept rambling on about this, and Marc was about to snap, so he would bite his tounge and nicely ask her to fucking leave.

"Lily, please i'm tired and i want to get some sleep before returning to work. Can we please do this another time?" She smiled some, seeming to understand but kept talking.

"I see, you look terrible Marc. Are you sure about going back it's been awhile since you been home at all." Anything to get away from you, and these fucking annoying people... He thought bitterly. He only smiled and nodded, a frustrated expression coming over his features. Which she finally caught on to and finally left him be.

"Alright, Marc i shoul be going i will talk to you later." She siad and waved to him before walking off. Marc sighed reliefed that she finally got the hint. He turned and pulled out his keys and unlocked his door and quickl walked inside before she changed her mind and came back...

The sounds of knocking woke Marc from a heavy sleep. The pounding of the knock was enough to crash his door in. He gave a groan before he sat up, blinking a few times. The room was darkened, he didn't think he would sleep that late. But it seemed working so long had done a number on him, he ran a hand over his face trying to wake himself up as she climbed out of bed. Stumbling half asleep to the front door, he fumbled with the locks and swung the door open. He found Spencer standing there, a serious look to him. A hint of fear clear in his eyes.

"Spencer? What are you doing... Here?" He said, trying get fully awake. Spencer gave a small smile as he raised a evidence bag to show, and so that Marc could see. Marc blinked a few times before reaching up and taking it from his partner. It held the sample of blood, and the identification inside. "I told you to call, not to come banging on my door like a fucking mad man." Spencer shrugged some, he wsn't being his usual smart as self. Something was up... Marc raised a brow, now concerned of what his partner was saying. "Spence what aren't you telling me?"

He asked moving back so he could come in. Spencer took the invitation and stepped into the small living room.

"Sorry to wake you up Marc, but we founf another body. It was reported just off the edge of the woulds, remiand of the body parts at least, rudely nails to different trees. Its sick..." Marc nodded as he grabbed his coat, knowing he came to get him. He looked down to the bag in his hand and looked it over. Still nothing... This bastard is more clever then we thought. He thought to himself as he walked out with his partner , and locked up the door before walking out with Spencer to his car. He climbed in with him, and buckled up. " We got six missing teenagers, Marc. Parents called not to long after you left, saying they hadn't heard from them in three days."

Marc sat back and sighed shoving the evidence back into his pocket.

"He's not like the other's Spence this guy is playing with us. He knows we will never figure this out, this damned puzzle he leaves behind everytime... And he keeps targeting young students, we have to find this guy before they turn out like the rest." Spencer nodded and agreement.

" I know, but we will bring these kids back safely, right?" He said cutting his gaze to his partner.

"Yes..." Was all he got out before his cell phone interrupted them. He fished it out and looked at who was calling. It read "Unknown Name" He shrugged and answered it on the fourth ring.

"Hello?" He said. At first all he could hear was a ruslting sound and heavy breathing. Then the sound of agonizing muffeled cries. And then the sound of a deep rusty voice answered his call. Which even brought chills along Marc's spine.

" Hello detective. Do you really think you can find me? I'm sorry Marc but you will not find me so easily. Do you really wish to find me? Are you that desperate to regain that reputation of yours?" Marc tightened his grip on the phone. Spencer shot a look at him and mouthed the words. "Who is it?" But Marc waved him off.

"How the fuck do you know my name? And where the fuck are you, you sick bastard!" He shouted, demanding to get anything on this asshole. He heard a dark chuckle come from the other end and a sound of a small child whimpering ancrying in the back.

"Now, detective you don't have to be so rude. If you want your little girl to live you will listen to me, it's to play a game with me, and just maybe your precious little girl lives, but that up to you. You will find what you need at the crime scene. Live or die? Make your choose." The voice was dark and anywhere from sane. Marc started to tremble with anger and fear, his grip onto the phone had grown more tighter. This sick bastard had his little girl...

"Gracie? You better not fucking hurt her, you sick fuck. Shes only a child! If you so much..." He was cut off by the voice once more.

"You'll do what? You're not the one thats fit to make threats. Little Gracie's life is in your hands find the puzzle figure it out. Then you have to choose if Gracie is important enough to scarifice yourself? And come alone, you brin gother people, i will kill her." That was it before the phone went to a dail. Shocked Marc dropped his phone, his face growing pale. Tears came quickly, from fear and frustration. Spencer looked over to him, placing a hand to his shoulder.

"What the fuck was that about?" He said. Now scared, he never seen Marc act this way. He squeezed his shoulder and asked once more. Marc take a deep braethe before looking up to his partner. Claming himself down enough to answer his question. Anger clearly crosing over his face as he answered Spencer.

"It was that sick fuck... But what more sick is he has my little girl. He said it's my turn to play the game. That fucker has Gracie and he's making me choose if she lives or not."

To Be Continued...