Read and review, my loves! I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING...besides Theresa.
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The past two weeks of preparation were taking a toll on Theresa mentally. She wanted off that damn compound so badly, that once they saw American soil, she nearly jumped out of the plane before it landed. The first thing everyone wanted when they arrived was food. It was a long flight on a non-commercial aircraft, so of course, food wasn't an option. Theresa, Rhiley, and Cesar, Romeo's friend had picked up food from some little local dive. The food was brought back to a hotel that everyone was staying at, seeing as how the boys had to linger in the shadows. Theresa sat on the bed she shared with Rhiley and watched the boys pile food into their mouths. Her eyebrow raised and she said, "Well Christ, are you sure those forks are enough? I mean maybe a shovel would work better."
The brothers looked up and gave the brunette a smirk, while Romeo took a moment to actually answer her. "Look at this way; we haven't had a real meal since we were arrested. And the food in prison tastes like a mixture of goat piss and shit."
Rhiley, with a disgusted look on her face, eyed Romeo. "Charming."
"It's true. Not that this food is the best but at least it's not prison chow. Needs Tabasco sauce."
Theresa leaned back on the bed and shook her head. Men were stupid, particularly Romeo. Cesar sat across from her, his eyes watching her intently. Theresa looked over at him for a moment then turned the other way. For days, he hasn't spoken to her but he's watched her. He always has a look on his face, a look that says 'I just want to pounce on you.' He wasn't the only one though; Connor had been giving her the same kind of look. Connor, however, actually spoke to her. Quite often, too. Before they left the compound, Connor would walk into her room late at night, usually when he knew she was awake, and would talk to her for hours. Theresa couldn't lie, she actually like those nights. A lot of the time, Connor would end up falling asleep next to her. There was a part of her that liked waking up next to him. It made her feel secure and, for the first time in a long time, like she was loved. Of course Theresa knew that Connor didn't love her. Perhaps he liked her, but still, it felt nice to feel wanted.
It was about 10:30 p.m. when the boys had finished stuffing their faces. Once their bellies were full, they were growing tired. Theresa wasn't though; neither was Cesar or the two ex-Feds. The boys passed out almost immediately. Connor had fallen asleep next to Theresa, his head resting next to her hip. She looked down at him and a small smile had crept over her face. Rhiley was this and smirked at her best friend. She mouthed the words, "When's the wedding?"
With a roll of her eyes, Theresa dismissed what she asked. She just shook her head and smiled. After a few minutes of sitting on the bed, with Connor's head nearly in her lap, Aislin slowly moved off the bed. Rhiley asked her were she was going and she simply said, "I just need some air."
It was true, she did need some air, but she wasn't sure of her surroundings. Rhiley had just warned her not to go too far but she wasn't stupid. Even if she didn't know her way around, she still had a good idea on how to find her way back. Theresa stepped outside and let the cool air hit her in the face. A shiver went down her spine as she wrapped her arms around herself to keep in as much body heat as she can. The local dive, which happened to be a diner, was thankfully still open. She walked into it and plopped down at the nearest table. Not too far away from her sat a woman with short blonde hair, talking into an ear piece. Theresa listened to her for a few minutes and got the idea that she was some sort of sales woman. The woman's voice was almost condescending as she spoke. She felt a twinge of sympathy for whomever the woman was speaking with. It seemed to her that this woman felt like she was smarter than everyone else. For whatever reason, that bothered Theresa. Maybe it was due to the fact that that type of person was someone Theresa never wanted to associate with. No one was right all the time and people that couldn't accept that were just seriously irritating. Who knows, maybe it was because she hadn't caused harm to anyone in such a long time. Sometimes she had what she thought were withdrawals. Did killers go through those? She wasn't sure but it probably could happen.
Theresa was convinced that this was what that was. A withdrawal. She continued to watch her. A waitress arrived with a plate of food for the blonde, which the woman hardly touched. The same waitress walked over to Theresa and smiled politely. "Can I get you anything dear?"
Theresa merely shook her head at the older waitress. She wasn't hungry. She just needed some air and some time to herself. There was no way she could tell Rhiley that she needed to sort out her thoughts because she was possibly itching to kill someone.
The woman, after a few minutes, finally got off her cell phone and began to pick at her meal when another call came in. "Yes," the woman began in a sing song like voice. It was amazing how different her voice sounded now, than it had in her prior phone call. Theresa leaned forward a little, listening to the blonde. "Oh, she's such an airhead. I swear, kids these days do not know how to do anything. I work three different jobs and I work my ass off every day. That girl works one job and hardly moves a muscle. I tell ya, I've been through hell and back and you mean to tell me she can't glue paper onto a board?"
Who in the hell was this woman bitching about? She really didn't care; she was going to roll her eyes regardless. The woman continued, "I got those people to come into that place. The least she could do is act like she cares and maybe help me out. You know what she said to me? She said that it isn't her job to help me, it's her to listen to her boss."
There was a pause before she added, "What? Are you on her side?"
Another pause, then, "Oh, I know that but she's supposed to be their coordinator. I swear, I can't stand that place or those people. I don't know why I waste my time."
Theresa couldn't stand listening to this old bat anymore. Thankfully, the woman was finished and stood up. She saw her toss a tip onto the table and turn to walk out. Her eyes met Theresa's and she smiled. It was clearly a fake smile. This woman was too proud to give anyone the respect they needed. Once the blonde reached the door, Theresa stood up and followed her out. She knew how to do this; how to stalk someone without them noticing. The woman was still on her phone anyways, so this was going to be a cake walk. The green eyed beauty followed the bitchy blonde at a decent distance. She was far enough away to not be noticed but to also keep tabs on her and see where she was headed. It wasn't long before Theresa realized she was walking towards a car. Damn. She had a car to use but that would mean she would have to run back to the hotel and get the keys from Bloom.
She had a feeling that wouldn't go over well. Bloom would probably question her. What would Theresa even say? She could lie but Bloom was an ex-Fed, she would see right through the bullshit. She really only had one choice and that was to sneak into the back of the womans car.
The brunette ran to the back of the car as the woman fumbled around her purse looking for her keys. She was still on the phone, ranting about the same person, or so Theresa thought. She wasn't sure and she didn't care. The womans voice was enough to drown out the sound Theresa sneaking into the backseat and shoving herself between the seats. She sat in silence and waited for the blonde to walk into her house. She poked her head over the seat and looked around. It would be so much easier once the woman went to bed but Theresa knew she wasn't going to have time for that. If she waited too long, Rhiley and Bloom would start to get suspicious.
She needed to get in there now. Theresa opened the door and slid out of the backseat. She shut it as quietly as she possibly could then made her way to the house. She moved around to the back, trying to look in the windows as she did. She had to know where this woman was, or she would be caught. In one of the windows, she saw the woman sitting in what Theresa believed to be the living room. She sat on a couch, making up little bags of something. They looked like gift bags, not that it mattered. The only thing that mattered was that Theresa knew where the woman was.
As she rounded the house, she came upon the backdoor, which was unlocked. It must have been Theresa's lucky night. Her hand grabbed the knob and slowly turned it. The last thing she needed was for the door to creak as she opened it, so she moved as cautiously and slowly as she could. The anticipation was building up inside of her. There was sparks of excitement going off inside of her. She couldn't wait to get in there. A million thoughts were running through her mind as she entered the house. The backdoor led into the kitchen, and as she crossed the threshold, she took hold of a knife that was drying on a rack and gripped it tightly. All kind of evil, dark thoughts continued to fill her mind. There were hundred things she could do to this woman.
The way that the couch was positioned would make it impossible for her to strangle her, unless Theresa could silently make a hole larger enough in the wall it was resting against. Instead, she found a staircase and made her way upstairs. There seemed to be only one room with a bed in it, making her job a lot easier. She stepped in, found the closet and hid until the woman was ready for bed. Then she would strike.
As she waited, she had to wonder how many neighbors were around and if they would hear her? It wouldn't matter. If she screamed, she would move quickly. However, Theresa always used the same, stereotypical approach when getting victims. She merely told them to shut up or she was going to kill them. Of course, murder was always the reason she was there. Theresa had no interest in money or goods. Sure, some people had some amazing things lying around their house but Ace really just wanted to cause pain. Sitting in the dark, she knew, like she always knew, that she was a seriously twisted individual. Why? It was probably because she had watched her parents get murdered and all the hatred she felt from years of being alone, had one day just boiled over. That was the day she murdered her first victim.
Her train of thought was broken when the light to the bedroom flicked on. This was it. Ace was going to go out for this one, considering she wasn't supposed to be doing this anymore. She already knew that if she was caught, the boys and the feds would be pissed. Rhiley wouldn't care but she would probably demand to know why she wasn't invited to help clean up. Ace never understood why Rhiley liked cleaning up the horrific crime scenes that Theresa created. Maybe it was all the horror movies she loved to watch. Maybe she felt like she was living in one.
It was obvious that Ace wasn't going to have to wait until this woman was asleep, as she made her way over to the closet and pulled it open. Theresa took no time at all in at jumping up, wrapping one hand around the back of her neck and the other slapping over her mouth. "If you scream, I will kill you. Got it?"
The little blonde had no choice but to nod. No one really wanted to die. Theresa kept her hand clamped over her mouth and glared at her. She didn't even know this woman and she knew she hated her. The way this woman held herself was enough, in Theresa's mind, for her to die. After a moment, she let her hand drop and grabbed her elbow. She dragged her down the hallway and back downstairs into the kitchen. Theresa asked the woman what her name was and she answered with a very shaky, "Annabelle."
Annabelle's ego was gone and Theresa couldn't be more pleased. "Where's a rope?"
"There's some in the garage." Her voice was still shaky, full of terror. Theresa looked at the door that she pointed to and shook her head. There was no way she was leaving this woman in a kitchen full of weapons. Her eyes scanned the room and she saw a dog leash hanging from a key rack. She ripped it off and wrapped it around the woman. It was enough to hold her in place while Theresa set up the crime scene.
Theresa pushed everything off the kitchen table, untied the woman and ordered her to lie on top of it. Tears streamed down her face as she asked Theresa if she was going to rape her. Green emeralds narrowed at the blonde and Theresa growled out, "Are you fucking stupid? No! Just lay down. I have other things planned for you."
Annabelle did as she said, got on top of the table and lay down. Theresa walked around the kitchen, grabbing various tools that she could use to torture the woman. A cleaver, a mallet used to tenderize meat, a boning knife and some other goodies. Theresa watched as Annabelle stared at the tools in horror. She couldn't have imagined what Theresa was going to do but she knew it wasn't going to be good. Theresa leaned over her, the boning knife in her hand. She eyed it carefully then decided that it wasn't going to do the best job. She needed something more heavy duty. She picked up the tenderizer in her hand and slammed it into her left clavicle. It made a sickening snap and what made it worse was the sound that Annabelle screamed out as it broke. A smile slid across Theresa's face. She was more than pleased.
Theresa went along and broke the other clavicle then picked up the boning knife again. It wasn't meant for the job it was going to do, but it was really all she had. It wasn't like Theresa worked in a morgue and had the tools they had. She took the knife and plunged it in where the clavicle was broken and pulled down. She may have not worked in a morgue but she was cutting this bitch opened like she was in one. Blood started to pour from the wounds as Annabelle screamed. Theresa was like a kid in a candy store. She moved the knife down, folding the skin back and revealing the dark red flesh underneath. At this point, Annabelle was hysterically weeping. It doesn't matter. Theresa didn't care. This woman was going to die and that was it. No time for remorse, not that there would in the first place.
It took a good hour for Theresa to complete her masterpiece. She stared at the body and smirked. This bitch wasn't going to bother anyone anymore. Theresa almost wondered if anyone was really going to miss her, but she doubted it. The woman sounded rude and way too prideful. Theresa took a step back and examined her work. She had broken her ankles with the meat tenderizer and they hung off the table in odd angles. All of the skin was taken off her chest, leaving nothing but veins, muscles and fat. Blood was all over the ground in huge puddles. Theresa left the skin on her lower half because it was such a pain in the ass taking off the top layer. Theresa didn't bother cleaning up, she just left and went back to the hotel. She knew she was a mess but it was late and maybe everyone would be sleeping.
She walked up the stairs and turned the corner to her room when she walked right into Cesar. He looked down at her, his eyes wide. "Where the hell have you been?"