A new face after the race
Chapter 52
This chapter may be a bit graphic to some peopleand full of adult themes, just so you are warned. Read at your own risk.
Carly stood up, confident and proud. "I've done my part of the bargain, do yours and we'll be set." She told him and as thunder sounded she shivered and left without a proper goodbye.
When her click of heels stopped, Emily knew she was alone with the murderer of the duo. And she thought Carly was the real mastermind, the top bad guy. Apparently she was clearly wrong on that assumption.
Mark approached her and kneeled down to her level. Emily faced him head on, despite the fear she felt. "Good to see you again Emily." He greeted her, and she would have believed him if she didn't know the evil he carried inside him.
"You must excuse me because I can't say the same for myself." Emily spat at him. Sure she was scared and probably wouldn't live to see the big snowstorm, but she wouldn't go down like a coward, she was going down a fighter.
"No, of course not. Our last meeting was…" Mark searched for a word to describe their last meeting. "Very interesting." He chose.
Lucky, now too angry to be controlled by Emily, was seething with fury. Emily hoped he would stay there, it might be the only way she'd come out of this breathing.
"That's to say the least." Emily commented with anger herself. How could she be so stupid? The truth was right there, staring her in the face all along.
He ignored her comment, and continued to talk of that night. "You know, I never did get that kiss." He hinted to her.
"You won't ever get that kiss you jerk!" Emily responded, full of venom and full blown anger.
"Such language for such a pretty little girl." He cooed to her and lifted her chin so that they were even more head on. She saw he had green eyes and they met her brown, but she wasn't as weak as she looked, that's what she told herself anyway. Mark had been quite strong that night. She had no doubt he could break her neck and kill her.
"What's it too you?" Emily demanded and shook her head out of his hold. Lucky had grown even angrier as Mark touched her. That said nothing good.
"Nothing, really, but when I'm through with you…" He didn't go on, just paused, again looking for the right thing to say. "You know, I must say you're a formidable opponent, my other victims were so easy to break, so weak, but you are different; so strong, so emotional, so damn brilliant." He commented.
"You have to forgive me if I don't take compliments from a murderer!" Emily argued, snarling at him, hiding her weakness. This anger was draining the little energy she had quickly, but it was a good cover. She stopped and asked the question of the day, at least in Lucky's mind. "Wait, your other victims?" Emily would have gulped in fear if she didn't want to keep a strong front.
He smiled, almost evilly. "Yes, I'm no amateur murderer Emily. Would you like me to tell you about them?" He offered her information that may work to her benefit.
"No experienced murderer talks of their victims." Emily said logically. "That's how you get caught." Emily explained, not believing him.
"You see! There's that spunk and fire! Now that's what I was looking for!" He said with triumph. "But to answer your question, why not spill my guts? I mean you'll just be joining them. Maybe I'll tell my next victim of how much fun you were. I mean my previous others were quite a bore. That's why I had to go for a challenge this time around." He informed her.
"And I proved to be a challenge?" Emily asked, making conversation and prolonging time. She wished Melissa and that help she would bring would hurry up.
"Exactly, yes! You were my chosen challenge, quite an honor I assure you. The meetings were all different though. My previous victims I found at a fast food restaurant, in which I worked. You, I just encountered on the street. I knew by how you walked you would be that challenge I was looking for." He told her.
"How I walked?" Emily was starting to get sick. This guy really needed a life. "How does the way I walk define how much of a challenge I would be?" Emily asked, never had she heard that one before.
"I took a class on human behavior. For a project we had to choose a certain act someone did daily. Kiss, hold hands, eat, and open their lockers for example. I chose how people walked. I analyzed it during lunch time. I wrote down my examples and compared it to the person." Mark got up from her, thankfully in Emily's point of view. He could be very intimidating.
He continued. "So that's what I did with you, as of all my victims. I watch how they walk and that defined the range of hardness. My first one walked hips swaying; attracting guys attention everywhere, from every angle. That means she's a looker, but also very conceited and attentive, with a sort of fear of commitment."
Emily found herself amazed, no matter how much she didn't want to. This guy was very precise, she had to give him.
"You however are a different story." Mark introduced her back into the present, unfortunately. She hoped she would be forgotten, no such luck. "You walk with a sway of your hips, but not as much as the normal female. You walk with a known strength, with determination, a stable sense of life and movement. This means you know that you're a looker, and like the attention of the male species, but not that much that you come off conceited or attentive. No fear of commitment there either."
He continued, much to her resistance. This guy would drive her mad before he was through with her. But the good part of it was that time was stretched, allowing help to come. This should have been a welcome distraction if she wasn't so damned weak and in this possibly fatal mess.
"But I'm boring you with this mindless chatter, so let me get to the point. Your walking type eventually means you are that challenge I was looking for; my next victim." He finished finally, much to her relief and frustration.
"Just how many victims have you had before me? I'd like to know a number before I end up coming that last one." Emily offered conversation with a purpose, much more interesting for her sanity's sake.
His brows rose up in thought. Out loud he said, "Let me see. There was Linda, Leslie, Savanna, Katherine, Amanda, Victoria, and Cindy if I'm not mistaken. She was called Cinderella for a nickname too." He told her.
Great, Emily thought miserably, I'm to be the eightieth right after all the names in the world: Cindy. She really hated that name now. Her and that name had a history before, but now it was even worse.
"So, adding Emily means we have eight. I've always liked that number, actually." Mark ranted a bit more than Emily would have liked. "But, I'm rambling about nothing again, so why don't we get back on track?" He suggested, not that he was expecting an answer from her.
"How about you let me go?" Emily suggested instead, struggling in the ropes for effect.
Mark shook his head. "Now why would I do that? You'd go off to the police and report me and then how can I play the games I have prepared for us? I really do want to reach an eighth victim." He said, creepy. That's what you'd like to hear from your captor.
Emily tried persuasion. "How am I going to go to the police? I don't know if you've seen the outside, but I wouldn't make it alive out there in that weather. Its not possible, so therefore I can't rat you out." Emily persuaded him, knowing that wasn't all true, but hey, she had to try.
"You have a point there." Mark said and marched to the window and looked outside. A mix of rain and snow was falling and the wind gained speed. It rattled against the window planes unsteadily. "But I can't chance it. Either way you'd end up dead." He murmured, most reassuringly.
"Fine, if you want me dead, would you kill me already?" Emily asked, and Lucky was really hoping this was part of her act.
Mark laughed. "And miss the fun that we'll have?" He asked her. "Course not, that can't happen. This eighth victim, namely you, must be memorable, the challenge I wished for, not that you haven't disappointed me in that aspect just yet." He explained, seriously ruining her chances of survival.
Emily was almost scared to ask, but she had to know. "And the fun that will happen will be?" Emily asked, probably marking her death sentence anyway.
"I haven't decided just yet, actually. So until I have, why don't we continue this intriguing conversation we're having?" Mark suggested to her. He didn't wait for an answer. "Now, what were we talking about? My previous victims, that's it. What else would you like to know of them?" He opened up the topic of conversation to her.
Emily decided to pick a subject he previously said, still staling for time which wasn't on her side at all. Melissa! She thought a little annoyed, where the heck is you and where is that help you should have called for? She went away not that long ago.
"How exactly did you kill the others?" Emily forced herself to ask, when she really didn't want to know herself.
"Well, I suffocated one of my first victims. I hung a one or two of them, so they would mainly shut up, they were really annoying me with their constant rambling. I poisoned one and made it look like she used drugs to kill herself. I stuck one in their car and made them drive off a cliff, but I didn't use that one again. It's too complicated and wasn't enough pain and misery for the conceited brat." Mark described, sincerely making Emily very uncomfortable, but it was her question, a regrettable one at that.
"No guns or knives?" Emily asked a little surprised at that.
Mark shook his head. "No, those are too traceable and messy. Too much evidence would have got caught easily if I did those." He answered her question. The answer was much less graphic thankfully.
"I see." Emily murmured very uncomfortably. She struggled with her ropes hoping that they would loosen somehow. She could get her jack knife out, but she had to wait for the right moment; when she and Lucky's plan would come into action. Still she fished around in her boot, wanting to be ready for whenever that would be.
Emily made contact with Lucky, who was still seething with fury. Soon he wouldn't be controllable and Lucky would go half cocked, never a good thing. She made eye contact and gestures as well as she could, telling him he would come in soon. She didn't know if it got through to him though.
She paid attention to Mark, who came back to her side, much to her dismay. He created more conversation. "You know, I may have thought of what to do with you after all." He announced and Emily felt her control slipping.
He came to her and sat across from her, much closer than she ever wanted. "Out of all my victims, I've come to one conclusion. You're much more special than I realized. My other victims have been lookers, but you are the most beautiful of all." He paid her a compliment, but it was far from appropriate.
"They've mostly been blondes, they agitate the crap out of me, but I got a brunette one and she was fine, tried a redhead, but she proved to be a disappointment." Mark reported to her.
"And they're curves were all different. Tried the big chested ones, too big for my taste, tried the very small ones, too small, and so I went for the middle sized ones. They work best of all." Mark got remarkably closer and Emily tried staying strong as she knew what was coming. It was pretty obvious what he had done to those girls before their death.
With Lucky's help he wouldn't go that far, she knew it. Lucky would step in before that. Emily made the signal to start their plan as Mark touched her neck. He led it down to her collar bone and was inches away from the beginning of her cleavage. (Lucky grew very angry as he watched him do this obviously.)
He never got there thank goodness, as Lucky initiated their plan.