Hope 2
"She's too old for me, she's too old for me." Those words kept running through his mind over and over again. Yet here he was at his door with his keys out and she was right next to him smiling away. "I think you're going to be surprised." Rick loved his apartment. Granted it was his first one after finding out just what he could do and away from his mother. He hadn't even yet told his mother where he was living. Not that it mattered that much. His mother was off with a troop doing some show on the road. He hadn't even been listening when she told him where she was the last time she had called. He just knew she wasn't here.
"Oh, I'm sure I will." Actually she was sure they both were in for a surprise.
Rick unlocked the door and offered for her to go first. She had to admit that he had been a gentlemen the entire time. She gave him points for that, not that it mattered in the least.
She got past the tiny kitchen that was up front and then stopped dead in her tracks. His dining room and table were tiny. Yes, he had a sofa that she loathed the look of. Simply put, it was BUTT UGLY!
However, where he should have a living room, he had a pool and it was a good-sized pool at that. A little short of an Olympic lap pool, but it was nice. She even liked the wall of windows on the far side.
Rick closed and locked the door then stepped up to her and took a peek. He liked the look on her face. "Like it?" he teased since it was obvious she did.
"You were right… I'm surprised." So far the entire apartment was a surprise. His taste in furniture, what little there was, was atrocious. He needed lessons in interior design very badly. Perhaps the pool made up for that though. Then she noticed his feature wall that held the only painting in the place on it. A multi-colored picture of the world. It was…interesting. Again not to her taste, yet it still told her a few things about this kid. Then there was the wet bar next to it. Jo stood right where she was and tried to look over the alcohol bottles.
He seemed to have one of everything. Everything that was on TV that is. It told her he knew next to nothing about what good alcohol really was. The Ritz Sidecar had told her something as well. She knew the drink with really good cognac was around $1,000 a glass. Seeing of the bottles told her he had simply chosen a very expensive drink and knew nothing about what good tasting drinks were. Although it did answer a question. He was her guy and while she was presently surprised, the final surprise was going to be his.
"You can use the pool if you wish." And by that he meant skinny dipping. He smiled invitingly.
"That does sound very enticing. But we left a little fast. Is there a bathroom first?" Jo asked.
"Certainly, just down the hall, second door on your right." Rick waved his arm at the hallway off to the right that also lead to the bedrooms.
"Be right back." Jo stroked a pair of fingers across his cheek, smiled brightly, and walked toward the bathroom. "I would love a dip in that pool," she cooed over her shoulder and kept walking.
She found the bathroom and closed and locked all three doors. Then she quickly pulled out her cell phone. It picked up on the second ring. "You're not going to believe me but I found him. Or more like he found me. He matches the vids we have of him. I want you and a team here – fifteen minutes. The door's locked but you can handle that."
"We're en route," he answered and made a U-turn in the middle of the street then ran the next three red lights, causing people to lay on their horns in protest. "Ten minutes," he advised and ended the call.
She couldn't stay in the bathroom for 10 minutes. He was expecting something so she decided to give him a little show before she gave him something else. Jo took off her heels, slid her skirt down, folded it, and placed it on the counter. Then she unbuttoned her shirt, folded it nicely, and laid it on her skirt. Next she unsnapped her stockings from her garters, slid each one down her leg, and placed them on her shirt. Off came her garter belt. She was left in her bra and panties, standing there barefooted in his bathroom.
She wasn't in her 20s any longer and while she didn't need him to have sex with, she was still sexually active. She even had a pretty good lover. He liked what she looked like and had convinced her that she was still pretty and sexy.
Jo twisted in front of the mirror and looked herself over. Satisfied and ready to do this, she reached into her purse and pulled out what she wanted and opened the door to the hallway.
She hid both hands behind her and walked barefoot down the hall till she reached the end. She didn't see him and she didn't hear him in the pool. She was ready!
Jo stepped around the corner and found him standing at the corner of the pool looking out over the pool and out through the windows. He had his back to her. Even from here he looked good! She wished didn't know what she did and that she was 20 years younger. He could be fun!
"Very nice!" she murmured and began walking toward him.
Rick spun in place and saw her wearing only her panties and bra. He had thought about being naked when she returned and was a little upset that she wasn't naked. But with a little effort he could fix that. He looked her over from her bare feet to her breasts and never made it any higher.
Jo saw him look her over as she slowly walked. His face gave him away; it was like reading a book, and what she saw pleased her. She was glad she was still in shape. She walked right up to him and stopped.
"You think you can finish what I started?" she purred, using her best bedroom voice.
"I would love to." Rick smiled, pleased that her wearing her bra and panties had only been a tease. He reached around and behind her to find the clasp.
"Hmm," Jo hummed as she brought her right arm around and up behind his back. She pushed the device against his shoulder and pressed the button. Rick's eyes went wide and his body couldn't help but start jerking in a spasm. The sound of clicking was the only noise and he started to fall. Jo quickly caught him and made sure he didn't fall into the pool. He might actually drown and she didn't want that.
She was just laying him down on the concrete floor when the front door burst open and her team came charging in. "Your timing is excellent. You know what to do." Then Jo retreated to the bathroom to put her clothes back on.
It had actually given her a bit of a rush and since she was practically naked she knew she was going to tease her husband tonight till he bent her over and fucked her nice and hard. She could even see her hard nipples behind her bra as she buttoned her shirt into place. She was looking forward to tonight.
Jo walked back into the main room and found one of his team searching the kitchen, leaving a mess. Another was searching his sofa by using a knife and ripping it to pieces. Its destruction actually improved its look.
Her right-hand man was standing over Rick holding a whip that she easily recognized. She was also pleased to see the length of the cable that was attached to his ankle and the other end attached to a bolt that had been shot into the concrete.
"We need to take this place apart before we leave," Jo instructed.
"We will." He stepped over to a metal suitcase, opened it, and began the process of assembling the device, just in case.
Jo shook her head. He was such a good-looking kid. She knelt down, dipped a hand into the pool, and shook the water onto the cable that secured him to the floor. It sparked and crackled from the electricity that was in it.
Rick's body jerked; he was awake in an instant. "OWW! The pain was practically incapacitating. He could barely think.
"Good, you're awake." Jo got up, stood just next to his head, and looked down at him.
The pain receded and Rick looked up and saw she was dressed again. Except now the look on her face was anything but kind.
"This is my partner. You can call him Mr. Aaron… while you still can. I suggest you answer his questions truthfully and it will be all over quickly with as little pain as possible," Jo told him before looking up at Aaron. "Find out what he knows. If he actually does answer your questions quickly and truthfully, make it quick. …I kind of like him a little." She turned and headed for the door. "Don't bother cleaning up behind you," she called over her shoulder and exited the apartment. She was done with him and never wanted to see him again.
Aaron looked down at Rick who was only clothed in his boxers and secured to the floor. "Shall we begin." He wasn't asking since he didn't need his permission.
"Who are you people?" Rick tried to crawl a little. Except all that did was get the cable attached to his ankle to crackle. He screamed in pain.
"Us? We're GOD'S hand and we are here for you," Aaron intoned. None of that made any sense to Rick. What the hell did GOD have to do with anything?
Aaron was after information. "Now, first question. What other Jumpers do you know?" Finding Rick had been hard work. Getting him to rat out others like him was easier and quicker.
"What?" Rick didn't understand the question. All his own query earned him was Aaron kicking the bolt in the floor that caused the cable to writhe and spark and send shards of pain up Rick's leg. He was screaming himself hoarse.
"Answer my questions and this can be over quickly. Keep this up and it will take forever." Aaron was secretly hoping for the latter. This DEMON needed to suffer first before he killed him.
The pain subsided and Rick relaxed. "Now, what others do you know that are just like you?" he tried again. Aaron only touched the bolt and Rick screamed.
"NONE. No one, there's just me!" Rick didn't want any more pain.
Aaron, however, scowled and kicked the bolt in the floor with a great deal of force. Rick screamed and actually started rolling around from the pain which only increased the agony. Rick couldn't stop it and couldn't stop screaming.
Aaron watched the guy in the kitchen move down the hall and head for one of the bedrooms followed by the other guy. Just as Rick started to calm down from the pain he could hear furniture breaking and started smiling. He tried again. "One more time. How many others like you do you know?"
"NONE!" Rick yelled at him. "There's only me." Rick was telling him the truth, praying for no more pain. He could barely think as it was.
Aaron scowled once again but didn't kick the bolt. "Unfortunately I believe you." He was pissed. He really wished Rick had been lying so he could hear him scream again.
Instead he decided to scare him til he peed in his pants. Aaron reached behind him and pulled out a Bowie knife. Then he knelt down near Rick's head and grabbed a handful of his hair and jerked his head up. This caused his leg to move just a little and Rick grunted from the pain.
"See this?" Aaron held it in front of his face. "This is a HOLY item. See these notches in the hilt?" He made sure Rick could see them. "This is how many of your kind that have been sent back to hell. Back to the person that gave you your powers. Only GOD has the authority to bless anyone with powers like yours." Aaron slammed his head down onto the concrete and let go of his hair.
Rick cried out and did his best not to move. Now that his head was just starting to clear he was starting to formulate a plan on how to get out of here.
"You were almost easy to find. We monitored those bank heists and watched you case each and every one of them. You didn't even bother to hide. You were so sure of yourself. All DEMONS are.
"You know how many hours of video we had to watch so we could identify you?" Aaron asked him as he wandered around a little, secure in the knowledge that his prisoner couldn't and didn't dare move.
"No," Rick answered softly. He needed a little more time to get his head clear and prepare himself for what was to come.
"NO?!" Aaron was pissed and moved toward the bolt. But instead of kicking it and hearing him scream he knelt down and ran his big knife up the side of Rick's leg.
"I was thinking of letting you die quickly. Now? Now I've decided that you should die slowly. Make sure that it takes time for you to return to your master… IN HELL!" Aaron began slicing a long but not deep line up his leg.
Rick gritted his teeth, but he refused to scream. He needed his head clear.
Aaron wasn't surprised that his blood was red like everyone else. It allowed him and the others to hide amongst them better.
Aaron stood up when he noticed that the noise of furniture breaking had stopped. He walked over to the hallway. "Did you find anything?" They knew what they should be looking for.
"Nothing yet, sir," they called back.
NOTHING?That was impossible. Based on the others he had personally killed there should be something. Actually a lot of somethings. "WHERE? Where have you hidden it?" Aaron screamed, spittle flying from his mouth. It was time to make him suffer! Aaron started walking toward the bolt with the intent of kicking with all the force he could muster.
Rick knew it was now or maybe never. He Jumped then screamed for all he was worth.
Aaron was shocked into inaction. This had never happened before. None of them had ever been able to keep their mind clear enough to think about where to jump to. It should have been impossible!
Rick was still in severe pain and moved to pick up what he needed; he screamed again.
Aaron could hear him screaming. Then he noticed the cable. It was pulled tight and went straight into a wall! "GET IN HERE!" Aaron hollered and rushed over to the wall.
Rick had just enough presence of mind to not saw his leg off when he turned on the circular saw and heard the whine of the blade cutting through the cable. Sparks were flying everywhere. He screaming his lungs out from the agony of it.
"Break this wall down!" Aaron screamed at his men. It was a complete shock. The DEMON had actually Jumped. Worse he could hear him screaming. But beneath it all was the sound of the cable being cut.
His men looked around for something to use. They settled on the two chairs in the dining room and started pounding on the wall. "Come on… come on." They needed to speed it up.
Rick barely noticed that the pain had stopped. When it did he dropped the saw and shook his head. The pain was still there but he was feeling better. He looked around and saw his two backpacks then looked at his leg. There was still something attached to it but the cable attached to it was just lying there. "Free!"
Rick stumbled to his feet just as a chair leg entered his small space. "No time." He had to just act. He grabbed a backpack, slung it over one shoulder, and used that hand to grab the other backpack. Then a second chair leg entered his small space. Time was up. He chose a picture at random and looked at it without really seeing what was on it. Then he Jumped.
A few more hits and the wall was open enough to start pulling drywall away using their hands. What they exposed was a small room filled with shelves. Aaron moved to look inside and didn't see him. "DAMN HIM!" He had escaped. "OPEN IT!" he yelled.
Minutes later Aaron was standing inside the room. There was money stacked on shelves and there were pictures hanging everywhere. As best as he could tell they were hanging randomly: France, England, Australia, Africa, the Galapagos Islands. Countless other places.
Aaron collapsed against one the shelves. He had failed. That was unacceptable and he would have to face his punishment.
He stepped back out. "Collect everything… ALL OF IT!" he bellowed at his helpers. They needed to find a clue as to where he had gone. He watched them start to gather everything and pulled out his cell phone.
The call was answered on the first ring. "He escaped, ma'am. …He escaped. We found his space and are collecting what he left behind. What are your orders?" He feared what she would say but knew it was for GOD.
He was still on the phone listening to Jo as he placed the knife he was holding to his belly. "Yes, ma'am." Aaron dropped the phone then wrapped both hands around his knife's hilt and pushed.