Hi guys, so as I said in my note, I'll try and crank out as many chapters as I can this week.
In this chapter, I'm going to try and explain how Emily and the whole A-Team met. This chapter is quite dark, I'm involving a sociopath killer, so Emily (damsel in distress) will be in need of some rescuing. I'm going to make this a two part thing, so you'll get a better understanding.
I don't remember how I got here. In this eerily white room, with my hands behind my back and a gag in my mouth. I'm trying to recollect how I got here. It's so hard. I remember a seductive voice. Cool hands against mine. Screaming. Then…nothing.
"Emily…Emily wake up my love…" A smooth voice called out.
I lifted my head, which felt like a hundred pounds, to look at the mysterious caller.
A tall man, with dark eyes, and high cheek bones smiled at me kindly. He wore a sharp black suit, his dark hair slicked back. He came forward, and kneeled in front of me.
"Oh Emily…I wish you would wake up. I'd love to be able to hear you scream coherently while I kill you. Of course you put up such a fight, I suppose the authorities will come soon. Pity you'll be dead by then."
That made me snap out of it.
"Ah there you go, I knew that would revive you."
He removed the gag from my mouth, letting me take a few deep breaths.
"What do you want?" I asked in a hoarse voice.
"A pretty girl to massacre. Oh, look, I have one. Your blood will look simply amazing on this white floor." He said with a delighted sigh.
"You're fucking crazy!" I gasped.
"Tsk tsk, such vile language from a beautiful girl. I guess I'll have to cut your tongue out first."
"Why are you doing this?" I asked, trying not to cry.
"Honestly, I haven't thought about that. I was never abused or raped as a child, I had wonderful parents, and a wonderful life. I just love to kill."
"Then go hunting you sick bastard." I spat out.
He laughed, getting to his feet.
"I already have! And look, I found you! You fought beautifully, by the way, you thrashed in such a way, it made my blood rush. I'm going to have some fun with you before I end your beautiful life." He said coming close again, grabbing my face and kissing me, sliding his snake like tongue into my mouth. I bit down hard, tasting copper in my mouth.
He jumped away with a shriek, blood dripping from his mouth. He wiped his mouth with his hand, smearing the blood on his face. He came forward again, grabbing my face once more, fury burning in his eyes.
"I'm going to make you scream. I'm going to dream about murdering you, reveling in the sounds you make when I pierce your flesh."
"Wow, you really know how to make a lady feel special, don't you?" A voice asked from behind me.
Sociopath's head snapped up, his face contorting into a sneer.
"Templeton. How lovely to see you again. I see you got here just in time, which I can't say the same for the last one."
"I have to say, Edmund, you really outdid yourself this time. You made it too obvious. Are you getting desperate?" The voice identified as Templeton asked.
"Aren't you out of your stomping grounds? You're a soldier, not a cop. Or is the only reason you've tracked me down is because I killed that lovely little tart you had been mooning over? What was her name? Jessica…no that's not right…Jane? No…" Edmund taunted.
"Her name was Jamie." Templeton snapped.
"Ah, yes, Jamie…that's why I picked lovely Emily here. I knew she was going to fight, just like Jamie did. I even hoped she would squeal the same way Jamie did when I fucked her, right before I…" H e was cut off.
"You better shut the hell up, or I'll blow your head off."
Edmund laughed, looking maniacal as blood dripped down his chin.
"Face…back off. We got him." A gravelly voice commanded.
Edmund was viscously grabbed, as he was put into handcuffs and dragged away by a uniformed man.
Someone kneeled in front of me, an older man, salt and pepper hair, and a handsomely lined face.
"Emily is it?" He asked.
I nodded.
"We're going to take care of you Emily. You're going to be just fine." He said, just before I passed out.