"Johnny 13?" the cop asked outside the holding cell in the police station.
"Yeah?"
"You're free to go."
"Why?"
"Ember failed the polygraph test. Also, we found this attached to the bottom of your car. It had her fingerprints all over it."
"What is it?"
"It's a car bomb. We searched her computer, and it turns out she got the instructions on how to build one off some website." He said, unlocking the door. "Before you go, could I get you to sign a couple of autographs? One's for my son Butch, who just loves your music, and the other's for my daughter Cassandra, who thinks you're the hottest guy since Johnny Depp."
"Sure, I'd love to. I hate those stars who forget that they wouldn't be anywhere without their fans." He said as he took the flash cards from the officer and wrote "To my biggest fan, Butch. Johnny 13" on one and "To my girl, Cassandra. Johnny 13" on the other.
As Johnny rode back to his hotel room in a cab, he noticed the truck behind him driving a little too fast. Wait a minute; he said to himself, I recognize that license plate. It… He was sent flying into the front seat as the van rammed into him, rendering him unconscious.
He awoke dazed and tasting copper. Blood. He thought. The next thing he noticed was that he was naked and chained by his wrists and ankles to a wooden bed.
"Ah, you're awake. Good evening." Ember said, wearing nothing but a slinky nightgown and lighting some candles.
"Evening?"
"You've been out for twenty-four hours or so. I rented this cottage just for us. Now let's have some fun." She said, grabbing his crotch. With that he broke free of his restraints.
"No, forget it. You're nuts, you hear me? You. Are. A. Psycho." He said, rummaging for his clothes.
"Nobody refuses Ember McLain!" She said as she dug her talons into his back, piercing the flesh.
"GET OFF ME!" he yelled as he grabbed her wrist and threw her into a judo flip, knocking over some candles on the pine wardrobe, setting it ablaze. Paying no attention to the fire, she got up, only to be punched below the ribs, knocking the wind out of her. Unable to breathe, she started to inhale the smoke that was quickly filling the room, as did he, being winded from the fight.
"He's coming around." Johnny heard someone say as he opened his eyes and saw that he was lying on the ground with a blanket wrapped around him. "Hey, Johnny. My name's Edward Fontaine, I'll be your doctor." Said an old man whose happy, kindly face was etched from years of care.
"You know me?"
"Who doesn't know Johnny 13? My grandkids are huge fans of yours."
"Hey maybe later, when I'm feeling better, we can take some photos of you and I to show them. In the meantime, where's Ember?" Why am I asking him this? Johnny asked. She tried to rape me and I nearly died getting out of there. A look of sorrow replaced the happiness on Dr. Fontaine's face.
"I'm sorry, Johnny." He said. "By the time we got here, she had died of asphyxiation."
Though Johnny may not have known it, the world had not seen the last of Ember McLain.