Chapter thirty-one
...back in the lair...
The orange clad terrapin sat and watched over the guest (prisoner) and held the tranq-gun but watched the young girl, sleep from the tranquilizing serum that she received. Trying to remain awake as much as possible—the dawn was approaching.
...Dreamscape...
Meanwhile in the living room, April was watching television as she couldn't sleep. The mother-to-be was experiencing horrific nightmares.
The images of what she dreamed, continued to run through her mind—over, over and over again. Leaning her head into the palm of her hand and tightly grasped the strands of her hair, between the digits of her fingers. Two tears ran down her cheeks, warily and scarce if the dreams were real as she was a firm believer in symbols of the subconscious mind.
Flicking through the channels and begun to become bored as there was nothing to watch since unable to return back to sleep. Switching the television off, placing the remote down on the table then stretched her arms while deeply yawned. Stood up to her feet then went to the kitchen—quickly grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with cool glass of water.
While drinking the water, sounds of eering but frightening growls were heard. Echoing and bouncing within the walls—keeping her back, facing whomever is walking in the room as she slowly reached for the first knife within grasp.
Trying to remain calm as the growling grew closer, tightening her grasp upon the knife—then she spun around and swung the knife. Breathing heavily and confusedly blinked, believing to what she had heard was real—only to discover, she was alone.
Shaking her head, breathed heavily once again as she turned and placed the knife in the sink—turned around and met with the giant black Wolf, hungrily sneered at her. April shakily stared the wolf and breathed in a deep breathe then screamed as her head was torn away and rolled across the floor, followed by her headless bloody covered body.
...end of dreamscape...
The shrieking and shouting woke, Mikey from his sleep. Springing to his feet then bolted to the living room where April laid on the couch, throwing her arms about and kicking. Bolting to her side and stopped the fragile pregnant woman from falling to the floor and have unexpected, unwanted accident. "April—April wake up!" Mikey gently exclaimed, trying to wake his friend.
April opened her eyes finally, looked around abruptly and felt cold from her watery sweat. "Mikey, Is—is it safe?" April huskily asked, gazing with fright. The orange clad terrapin glanced, confusedly blinked and assuringly replied, softly just above whisper. "It is safe."
April sighed with relief, smiled softly and draped her arms around the orange clad terrapin's neck—hugging him. Returning the embrace, reassuringly as he was mentally confused and softly shushed the distraught pregnant woman. "Shush—shush, it is ok." Mikey reassuringly whispered.
...Topside—West 100th avenue...
The alleyway and side street was completely surrounded with police cars, paramedic vehicles—along with on-lookers on the other side of the street, curiously wondering what just happened. "Jesus—a bloody circus!" Jim Sparks stated as he came to a halt, staring out the window then felt a soft grasped upon his shoulder. "As long we get the first glimpse of the scoop—are we to go?" Rebecca Marsh said, preparing herself for the newsfeed. "As ready as can be."
"Alright—let's get to it before the others get here." Rebecca suggested, jumping out of the sliding door. Jim sighed, unbuckled his seat belt and went in the back of the van—turned the television monitors on then handed the microphone and camera to both Richard and Rebecca.
Looking over his shoulder, nodded and gave the thumb up. Richard nodded, placed the camera upon his shoulder then said. "Ok, we are live in Five, four, three, two—one."
"This is Rebecca Marsh, reporting to you live from West 100th avenue, upper west side of New York as you can see behind me—a terrifying murder has taken place in the alleyway. It is unknown how many were murdered and how they were killed by whom or what as police is baffled by the killing spree that has swept the city within matter of hours. Is this the work of a serial killer? If so, will he be captured and brought to justice before another is murdered?" Rebecca quickly glanced over her shoulder and ran towards the scene as she was followed by her cameraman, recording.
"Lieutenant—Lieutenant. Could spare a few words for the channel 6 news? What exactly happened this evening? How many were murdered, if this is a triple homicide and will the killer be caught before another innocent victim is viciously killed?" Rebecca asked, too many questions at once, holding the microphone out as she waited for answers and quote to her questions as inquiring minds of the city waited to know also.
"I can not say at this time—as I can not tell you how many victims were or will be killed before we actually caught this guy. Thankyou so much, Miss Marsh. I have no further answers as I don't know what is going on. So please move along." Lieutenant Kent replied, ushering the media to move along.
Turned around and faced the camera then finished the report. "There you have it—How long will it be, before this notorious killed is found, caught and brought to justice? Will he be properly facilitated or will the law see it fit to finally bring back the death penalty for serial killers such as this, that we are unable to show the victims bodies as they are taken away. This is Rebecca Marsh, reporting to you live—Channel 6 news. Back to you, Geoff."
"Alright, we off." Richard said, taking the camera down from his shoulder then quickly and gently placed a finger upon his earpiece—stating the newly report of another location where another body was just discovered. "Another body was just discovered."
"Where?" Rebecca asked. "In Third avenue, Manhattan."
Without hesitation and reply, Rebecca bolted to the van and then demanded after Richard jump inside, following her lead. "Quickly Jimmy, to East 110th street."
"Third avenue? Why we're going there?" Jim asked, confusedly raised a brow as he glanced Rebecca over his shoulder. "Another body was found and I want the scoop before anyone else discovers it." Rebecca replied, strapping herself in the seat beat.
Suddenly another news van sped past them—watching the van and saw their rival news station. Channel 7 news. "Hurry Jim. We gotta beat them to the scoop." Rebecca huskily pleaded. "Hold on, everyone." Jim stated, slamming his foot down on the accelerator.
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...to be continued in chapter thirty-two...
Far out two news stations fighting over the big scoop as this beginning to get out of hand and so many innocent victims are killed too quickly. Will the were-terrapin have his fill before finally falling into a deep desired slumber? And what of the boyfriend? The boyfriend of the very first victim before all this began? Will he sit back and wait for the police to bring the murderer to justice or go out and find him or her, himself?
Could he handle what will he find—especially, could he bring himself to kill the murdered that killed his fiancé or will the justice he seeks, only leaves a deeper open wound? And yes, in the last two chapters—two scenes were dreamscapes. I wonder who guessed right?
Read and review, until next time—tootles