1 Chapter 002
Allison called the DA, explaining to him what she saw. A dirty, gruesome, and mostly disturbing rape. Manuel was filled with plenty of, "What the hells," "Alrightys," and a lot of those damn, "mmmhmms." She still had a chill running down her back from when Dimitri got on her. Thankfully, it was just a dream. But for all she knew, that could change.
"Manuel, does he have any other, I dunno, recent victims on file?" She asked, hoping for a no.
"Hundreds, actually." His voiced sounded sure and firm, this wasn't sarcasm. Manuel's breath was deep, he sounded nervous, and a tad bit concerned.
"All from one location?"
"Some from around here, and some overseas, in Moscow."
Allison's stomach tied into a tight knot, which shoved a high amount of pressure up through her throat. She gagged and dropped the phone, running to the bathroom hurling into the toilet.
"Son of a bitch," Manuel said, "She threw up again." Usually, when something is really bad, her body makes her hurl. Sometimes for an hour straight.
She closed her eyes for a second, seeing Dimitri's apartment again. This time, deep-red blood splattered on the thin walls and hardwood floor and rugs, fresh slices of flesh soaked into the deep pools of blood, razors and hammers covering the floor—
—and a young blonde woman, dead.
Allison's stomach jerked, and she hurled again. She groaned and flushed the toilet, and ran to the sink, washing out the odorous and acidic substance out of her mouth.
"Sorry about that."
"No, no, it's okay." Manuel said, sounding comforting.
"I did have another vision, however."
"About what?"
"Another victim. A blonde girl, twenty-one years old at the max." She breathed heavily, and sighed. "I don't think I've seen a bloodier crime scene in my life."
"Do you have an exact location?" He asked, getting a tighter grip on the phone.
"Aqua Valley Apartments in Hollywood."
Manuel started a Google search on the apartment complex. He clicked on the various photos, and he spotted an apartment that looked different from the others. The apartment had a red and gold dream catcher in the window. He didn't feel so good about it, however. He zoomed into the photo, and realized it wasn't really a dream catcher. It was blonde hair, covered in blood tied to the window sill.
"Found it."
"When do we leave?"
"There's a flight tomorrow at three-thirty. I want you to come down to the office to look at these photos." Without further conversation, Manuel hung up the phone, and began to print the photos.
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"That's it. Right there." Allison pointed at the picture with the blood hair hanging from the window.
"Alrighty, apartment number seventy-six." Manuel swallowed hard and pulled a ticket and itinerary out of his desk drawer. "Meet me at the terminal at one-thirty. Bring your cell phone and anything else you might think you'll need."
Allison nodded, and concentrated on the picture. She opened her mouth, but only a yawn came out. What she really wanted to say was that the girl who's hair was hanging from the window, was dead.
As she approached her car, she felt nauseous again. She ran over to the trash can and began to hurl. Allison closed her eyes, seeing Dimitri rip out the poor girl's beautiful blonde hair, the sound of ripping flesh filling the room.
"Allison!" Allison looked up and Manuel ran over to her, wrapping an around her waist. "I'll drive you home, and then call Randy to pick me up."
She dazed off and slide into the passenger's seat, and sighed. Manuel turned his head to her and smiled, trying to reassure her, and telling her she'd be alright. But nothing was going to reassure her at this point.
Manuel pulled up in the front of her house, and went over to the passenger door. He helped Allison to the door, and handed her her keys. Not even two minutes later, did Randy pick up Manuel in a big, black Ford Explorer.
All Allison could do at this point was pack and get some rest. She sighed, and went into her bedroom to quickly pack. When she zipped up her suitcase and put it on the floor, she turned her head to the clock. It was only five pm. Going to bed this early would be hell.
"Honey?" Joe yelled.
"Yes, Joe?" Allison yelled back.
"Are you okay?" He said walking into the room, wrapping his arms around her and embracing her in a hug.
"I'm fine," she said, rubbing his back gently, "Leaving for Hollywood tomorrow. Damn case."
"When are you coming home?"
"Thursday afternoon," It was Tuesday, "Maybe before, maybe after. It depends if we find him or not."
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As Allison cut the steak, she though about putting Dimitri behind bars forever. His sorry little as would go through so much pain, and trouble.. ..and the worst torture possible.. That he'd wish that he was never born.
"Mommy!" Ariel cried, running up to her and wrapping her arms around her small perfect waist. Bridget ran over as well, and clung to her leg, for she was to short to reach her mother's waist.
Allison sighed and set the table, everybody stared at her, for her facial expressions weren't as perky and happy as they were before.
