A WILD NIGHT ON THE TOWN

Maddie laughed as Brandon drove off. They drove out of the school and were on the city streets. Maddie looked at all the tall buildings and lights as Brandon sped down the street.

"Faster," Maddie said.

"We could die," he replied.

"That's what makes it so thrilling."

Brandon drove faster. He stuck his head out the side and let the wind blow through his hair. Maddie stood up, holding on to the top of the window and laughed. The onlookers watched and heard their laughter. Brandon ran a red light, nearly crashing. Maddie yelled and then put one arm in the air. He drove down the road dodging the other cars as Maddie laughed. Maddie sat down and began kissing him on the lips. Brandon swerved the car but neither one of them cared if they crashed. Maddie stood up again and let the wind blow on her as they drove down the road. She sat down and placed her legs across his lap. He rubbed her leg while he kept one hand on the wheel.

"Wanna get some liquor?" Brandon asked.

Maddie laughed.

"And how do you intend to do that?" She asked.

Brandon drove down the road staring straight ahead with a smile on his face. Maddie looked at him and giggled.

"Maddie, there something inside of me that's making me a new person," Brandon said, "I feel reborn, I feel crazy, wild, like I can do anything and I can't be stopped. It's all because of you."

Maddie smiled, moved her legs off him, and sat closer. She nibbled on his ear and put her hand on his hand on the wheel.

"Then, let's do something, anything," Maddie said, "Violence is what I crave. We are invincible."

As Brandon drove through the city streets, he spotted a bar. He pulled into a parking space located on the side. The bar appeared to be run down and there were large trucks and motorcycles outside. Maddie ran over to a motorcycle that had blue flames on it. Then, she sat on it and screamed.

"Brandon, will you by me one of these?" She said as she laid across the front.

Brandon stroked her hair.

"Anything for you baby," he said.

Maddie yelled again. Her wild spirit allowed her to imagine that she was riding the bike. Brandon smiled at her. She got off the bike and Brandon grabbed her hand, almost dragging her towards the bar. Maddie giggled.

They walked right in. The ambiance was loud caused by music and shouting. The scent of cigar smoke was inevitable. The place looked cheap and like typical biker bar. The walls were made of wood and had cowboy and biker decorations. There were some risqué images of women on the walls as well. As they looked around, they saw a stripper dancing while keeping some bikers entertained. Brandon turned to Maddie and stroked her face.

"Let me get you a drink darling," he said.

Maddie chuckled. It was obvious to her that Brandon had changed into a different person. He sought danger and no longer was the frightened kid like he was at school. He held her hand as they approached the bar. The bartender was a tall man with a salt and pepper ponytail and a goatee. He looked at them with suspicion.

"You two look a little young to be in here," the bartender said.

"We just need a drink," Brandon said.

Maddie got the idea that this wasn't a bar that followed law and order.

"What do I care if you drink?" the bartender said, "I'll give you two bottles, 20 bucks."

Brandon stared at him with hatred. He gave the bartender a $20-dollar bill. In return the bartender gave them two bottles of beer. Maddie laughed and then drank the beer. She giggled after she swallowed a sip. Brandon casually took a sip as if he had drunk before. A few of the patrons noticed the young couple. Maddie and Brandon didn't care. Brandon placed his arm around her and they walked through the bar.

"I feel invincible," he said.

Maddie giggled. They walked past a group of bikers playing pool and a stripper dancing on a pole. The bikers began eyeing Maddie, much to the chagrin of Brandon. Then, a large man wearing a leather vest and t-shirt, with a long beard grabbed Maddie's arm and pulled her away.

"Hey baby," he said, "I like young girls, I like 'em a lot."

Brandon quickly intervened and grabbed the biker's beard.

"Let her go asshole!" He yelled.

The biker shoved Maddie aside while Brandon held on to his beard. He laughed as he towered over him.

"You don't mess with her," Brandon said, unafraid.

"I'll touch whoever I want," the biker said.

He grabbed Brandon's arm and pulled his hand off his beard. As the biker was about to throw a punch, Maddie grabbed his arm and pushed him away.

"You fucking bitch!" The biker said.

"She's dangerous," Brandon said, "A real killer."

The biker ignored his words and ran at Maddie. She smashed her beer bottle over his head. The biker refused to go down. Then, Maddie kicked him in the groin, causing him to fall. Some of the patrons cheered. Maddie laughed. Then, another biker who wore the same vest, grabbed Brandon from behind and threw him down. Maddie kicked him in the face a few times, knocking him out. Another biker tried to sneak behind her, but she did a backflip to the side. The biker tried to punch her but Maddie grabbed him arm. She kneed him in the stomach a few times and then slammed his head on the table. One more biker decided to try his luck against Maddie. He had a pool cue. Maddie smiled. One of the patrons threw a pool cue at Maddie. She caught it a twirled it around. The patrons cheered. The biker swung the pool cue at her and she moved back. He tried to hit her, but Maddie used the pool cue to block the shots. She put the edge of the pool cue in his throat and he backed away. He then took a heavy swing at her, but Maddie jumped over him. The patrons cheered. Then, Brandon smashed his beer bottle on the biker's head, causing him to fall to his knees.

"Get him baby," Brandon said.

Maddie smiled and was about to swing the pool cue at his face. Then she realized, the bikers were not the bad people she normally fought. She came in there with Brandon practically invading their territory. Maddie and Brandon were the ones who should not have been there and should not have been drinking. She got caught up in the wild night. Maddie lowered the pool cue and shoved the biker to the ground. The patrons cheered anyway. Brandon smiled at her. She grabbed his hand and they ran out the bar.

Brandon was driving through the city streets.

"That was awesome!" Brandon said. "Where did you learn to fight like that?"

"Daddy taught me," she replied, "I've been doing this since I was a little girl."

"Incredible. Have you ever killed before?"

Maddie laughed.

"Yeah," she said. "I kill bad people. You see, those bikers, those are not the kind I go after. We shouldn't have been doing that."

"Why not? I had fun. I enjoy being with you. I want to keep doing this forever. I don't want this night to be over."

Maddie leaned closer to him and began kissing him on the neck. He swerved the car as the passion overwhelmed him. He turned his head and kissed Maddie on the lips as he drove down the road. They stopped kissing for a moment as Maddie moved on top of him. She began kissing him as Brandon tried to keep his eyes on the road. He kept one hand on the wheel and one on her back. Maddie bit his lip and moaned. She felt his genitals.

"Drive me home," she whispered.

"I already am."

Maddie laughed. Brandon pulled down her dress and exposed her bra. It was hard for Brandon to watch the road as he kept staring at her.

They were now in Maddie's bedroom in her bunker. Brandon didn't ask about where they were; he wanted Maddie with a passion. With every thrust Brandon gave to her, Maddie felt a rush of extreme pleasure go through her. She was breathing heavily and moaning. It was the same feeling she experienced when she killed. Maddie decided to get on top of him. When she did, she began moving up and down. Each motion brought an excitement she never felt before. She leaned on top of him and kissed him as Brandon continued to thrust. They stared into each other's eyes. Maddie rose back up and was becoming overwhelmed with pleasure. Then, she had an orgasm. The few seconds of intense pleasure caused her to blackout. She fell onto Brandon and then regained consciousness. He smiled as she began breathing heavily.

After it was over, they laid in bed. Maddie had her arm along his chest and he had his arm around her. The sensual feeling was still going through them. Because of their wild night, Maddie suddenly realized that she had just violated a rule: she let Brandon inside the doomsday bunker.

The next morning, Det. Briggs and Det. Elliot were at John Adams High School investigating the murder of Brock, Lana, and Eva. Det. Briggs saw that it was the same M.O. The bloody smile on Brock's face, Eva's slit throat, and Lana's broken neck. The two young teen girls lying on the ground caused Rusty to have a brief flashback of Clara. He could sense the killer was close. He felt that the killer was watching him. Once again, the murders had occurred in the same school that Madeline Brennan attended. Det. Briggs' suspicion was now clear.

"Elliot, search this area carefully," Det. Briggs said, "It was Madeline, I know it."

"How can you be so sure?" Det. Elliot asked.

"She goes to this school, then, someone's dead body is marked with that damn smile. The same thing occurred when she was in elementary school."

"We got a serial killer in the area. It doesn't mean it's her."

"She's a person of interest, at least to me."

"You got an obsession with her. You can't keep your eyes off her."

Rusty turned away from the crime scene and then turned back to Det. Elliot.

"So what?" Rusty said, "You know how I am with these cases. It's the longest one I've ever had."

"And you wanna crack it before you retire. No, it's something else. It's Madeline."

"It's just that she looks like…"

"Your daughter."

Rusty took a deep breath, looked down, and then back up at him.

"I can't get her out of my mind," Rusty told him, "I lose sleep over her. She's in my head and I can't get her out."

"What if she is doing this? Are you gonna bring her in? Kill her?"

Rusty quickly looked at Det. Elliot and looked down.

"I…I don't know," Rusty said.

"You mean there's a chance you would let her go? Risk everything?"

"Maybe."

"You're joking, right? Tell me you are."

"I can't say."

Then, Det. Elliot saw a shoe imprint made of blood stains. It looked like a high heel.

"Look at this," Det. Elliot said, "A shoe print."

Det. Elliot took a picture.

After the crime scene investigation, Rusty drove alone down the desert road. He needed to confront Madeline. Rusty looked in the rearview mirror and saw Maddie smiling at him. He slammed on the brakes and the car slid off to the side of the road. He quickly turned around and saw no one there.