It can only get worse.
Attraction, it's something we can't help. You're genetically programmed to like a certain type and your parents generally help you make that choice when you pick a partner who has slightly similar looks or personality. Edward had to wonder what his parents would think now and he questioned how messed up his part of the brain for attraction was.
He decided it was quite damaged for him to be finding this assassin even a microscopically attractive.
"So then, Eddie…" Sphinx purred. "I've noticed you around, you seem to be highly skilled at your job. In fact, I'd go so far as to say you are the best at it, but you see there's a little problem with that."
Edward swallowed. "Which is?"
"It means.. you're going to get too close, now I'm not nervous," Sphinx chuckled. "It's just I have a reputation to uphold."
"Are… are you going to kill me?" Edward questioned. "Because.. that wouldn't be a good idea."
Sphinx smiled at him before she pulled his glasses off. "Hmm? A bad idea? They're the best kind, wanna know why?"
"Because… because they're the most dangerous?"
"Now you're getting it… hmm I prefer you with glasses."
Edward turned away from her. She was distracting and not for the sole reasons she should be.
Why did the suit have to cling?
"Here's a riddle for you," she whispered in his eye. "Why are you still alive right now? I usually kill my victims first chance I get and trust me, I've had hundreds of chances."
"Why did you kill Lazlo and Mike Talor?"
Sphinx actually got off him and walked around, tapping her chin in thought. "Well, the first one, Fish got bored of him and the second…who was he?"
"Your first kill."
"Oh," Sphinx span around snapping her fingers. "Well gee Eddums, I don't know. Could it be someone payed me to do it?"
Edward swallowed before he struggled against the duct tape. He was not going to added to her list, he was determined.
"Eddums, stop struggling," suddenly there was a.. a sickle at his throat. "Please? I'd hate to wreck that neck line of yours, I like it the way it is and I'm sure you do too."
"Sickles?" Edward whispered as he stared at the weapon in shock, it was painted gold too.
"Hmm, I rather like them, what do you think?" she purred.
He didn't respond, he was too busy remembering the evidence. The cut was curved, made by a curved blade, made by a sickle.
"You just coming to grips with it?"
"Why me?"
Sphinx giggled before she rubbed her face against his and purred slightly. "Why not? I rather have a thing for people with brains, I find it rather… sexy should we say?"
Edward closed his eyes and turned away from her. He had to get away from her. She was… she was mad. Insane.
"It's almost Christmas Eddie, better not get caught under the mistletoe when I'm around," Sphinx giggled. "Funny thing about mistletoe, the berries are deadly."
"H- how is that funny?"
"I don't know. I just find it slightly humorous."
Edward turned to look at her. "Who are you?"
Sphinx laughed and came in front of him. "Now… Eddums…," she pulled the bandanna down to show black stained lips. "Where's the fun in telling you?"
And then for the second time that day he was pulled into a harsh kiss, but this was…
Then his door was opened, but Sphinx didn't move, if anything she only strengthened it.
"Nygma?!"
It was Bullock and Gordon? What were they doing here?
Slowly Sphinx pulled away before she turned the chair around and then Edward saw Gordon and Bullock staring in shock at him.
They'd seen him and Sphinx… he went red.
"Hmm, that was fun," Sphinx purred next to his ear as she practically draped herself over him. "Lets do it again sometime."
Then she disappeared out the window. That must of been how she got in in the first place.
Edward cautiously looked over at Bullock and Gordon.
"Ya sure as hell have good taste, Nygma." Bullock bit out.
Edward turned away before he muttered. "Could someone untie me please?"
Edward refused to talk to anyone, but he knew he would be forced to when Essen got here, worse Mist.
How would she take all this?
"Ed?"
He looked up to see Gordon standing in front of him. "You okay?"
Edward gave a weak nod before he looked away. He was ashamed and Gordon could see it.
He sat next to him and folded his hands. "It's not your fault, it could of happened to any of us," Gordon tried to explain to him.
"But would you of given in?" Edward questioned.
Gordon frowned. "What do you mean?"
"I didn't resist," Edward whispered as he bowed his head. "She kissed me and I didn't resist, she's an assassin."
Gordon sighed. "Ed… look, it's okay if you couldn't help yourself, could you imagine Bullock?"
Edward gave a small laugh, which quickly died in his throat at the sight of Essen and Bullock.
"Care to tell me what happened here?" she demanded.
Gordon stood. "Sphinx broke into Ed's apartment and duct taped him to a chair before she.. umm.."
"Yes?"
"She kissed me."
Essen looked down at Edward who sat with his head bowed. "She kissed me and I didn't try to stop her."
"We've had Edward talk to the sketch artist he's working on the picture as we-?!"
There was a scream from an alley and Bullock and Gordon raced over, with Essen following and eventually Edward came over, what greeted them was not what they expected.
It was the sketch artist with his throat slashed and written on the clip bored was 'Na, ah Detectives, no pictures, that's cheating' in what could only be guessed at as the victim's blood.
"Oh god…" Edward muttered. "She told me not to.. to continue that if I did… she'd have to keep her reputation."
"And you didn't think you should of let us know this beforehand?" Bullock growled.
"I.. I didn't think she'd do it," Edward spluttered.
"She's an assassin, what the hell did you think she was going to do?!"
"Back off, Detective!"
Everyone turned as Mist came storming down the corridor, gluing at him.
"It's not Edward's fault!"
"Where the hell have you been?!"
"I only just got the call!"
"Shut up,, the both of you!" yelled Gordon. "It's not Ed's fault but arguing with each other is not going to help us catch Sphinx any quicker."
Mist looked at Edward and frowned, before her eyes widened. "Edward… she.. oh my god she kissed you?!"
Edward faltered. "It wasn't like that!"
"It looked it when we came in, 'easy Eddie'," Bullock growled.
Edward flushed even worse.
"You made out with a criminal? Sphinx too?!"
"No! I.. she was the one who kissed me!"
Edward's phone buzzed in his pocket and he frowned. Who would be texting him?
It was an unknown number.
Uh oh.
Edward opened the text and his eyes widened.
"Mist… where did you last see Enigma?" Edward questioned in a shaky voice.
"She's at home… why?"
Edward handed her his phone so she could read the message.
Mist's hand began to tremble as she stared at the text. "Oh god… no.."
"What is it?" asked Essen.
Mist looked up at her, tears streaking her face. "Sphinx's taken Enigma."
T.B.C:
Note: Uh oh indeed Edward. Sphinx has Enigma! D:
So we've had one person guess who Sphinx is... :) I won't tell any secrets yet, but keep guessing you guys :)
