The Greatest Secret

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Chapter 195 (Sleeping Lion Awakens)

"Spencer!" Marissa's shout rang through Spencer's home as she barged into the living room. Spencer's head shot up and hit the kitchen cabinet, causing him to sound off his pain. With a rushing heart, Marissa hurried into the kitchen. "Spencer, Mitchell Shay's vanished! I got the report, just a few hours ago a guard from the prison he was transferred to stated that he was told to kill the man." Spencer's eyebrow rose and panic began to spread throughout his body. It was just like that dream of his. He glanced at the calendar and his eyes widened.

"Friday the 13th, January…Do you think Lionel?"

"It would be about time if it were him. You think he's involved in that prison?"

"Maybe the warden…Leo Benne ring a bell to you?" She nodded and quickly grabbed her phone. She knew if Lionel was moving into action, they needed to get every Shay out of the way. She didn't know of any Shay besides Tyrone that Lionel would go after, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to look. First things first, however, she wanted to be sure this Leo Benne was Lionel. "Who are you calling?"

"The prison." She dialed the number and put the receiver to her ear. Eventually the phone was answered by a guard. The guard introduced himself and the prison, then asked what he could do to help. "This is Deputy Chief of Police, Marissa Benson. Is there a man named Leo Benne at your prison?"

"Yes ma'am, that's our warden." She froze and the color drained from her face. What was it that made Spencer dream that? It made no sense whatsoever, but at the same time, stranger things had taken place. "If you would like to speak with Mr. Benne, he's already left." She raised an eyebrow and demanded the guard explain himself. "Yes, he boarded a plane to Seattle, WA. Is there a problem, Deputy?" She clenched her teeth and slammed her fist on the kitchen counter.

"What's the plane he boarded?" If Lionel wasn't smart, then he would have left a paper trail for her to find him. That was what she hoped for, she needed to catch him now while she still had the opportunity. "And what time did he leave?"

"Let me check." Marissa tapped her foot impatiently on the ground and turned to Spencer. She was going to order all planes going from Idaho state out of the air and then searched. "He's on the American Airlines flight 13, which departed around 1:00 this afternoon."

"That's shortly after Mr. Shay's disappearance from the prison, am I right?"

"Um yes, but you see…Mr. Benne ordered an early execution for that man. Is there a problem, Deputy?"

"Yes! We have reason to suspect Leo Benne is the serial killer, Lionel Shay!" The guard froze as Marissa slammed the phone down, she had a lot of work to do now. She turned her gaze to Spencer and cleared her throat. "Okay, Mr. Benne did order Mitchell's death. He's on his way here from Flight 13…."

"How appropriate…" Spencer moaned and put his hand to his stomach, he groaned as Marissa rolled her eyes and started dialing the station. "You're going to order all flights to Seattle down to be searched?"

"That's the plan."

In a discreet portion of Seattle, somewhere behind the Seattle Airport where flight 13 was destined to land, a black helicopter with the letters L.B. slowly came to a landing on a helicopter pad. The insignia designated it as a privately owned helicopter. Once the helicopter settled, its door opened up and a leg with slick black dress pants moved outside. The dress pants matched the black sports jacket and the red dress shirt. A brilliant crimson colored tie framed the strong neck belonging to that of a grey haired man with piercing jowls and deadly eyes.

The man started moving forward and reached into his sports coat. His eyes lifted skyward to see a plane descending just short of its true destination. Just as suspected, the police were already onto him. His lips curled into a smirk as he spotted a muscular looking man with brown hair waiting beside sleek black car. Clearly, the vehicle had been stolen. He raised his eyebrow and continued to stare at the muscular man who was watching the plane with narrow eyes.

He removed a pistol from his coat, it had a silencer on the end to muffle the blast. As he stepped behind the man, he touched the gun to the man's back. Immediately his hands flew up and a growl left his throat. "Bana Shay, I presume? Why are you at the airport?" Bana raised an eyebrow as the man chuckled briskly. "A game of cat and mouse, if you will…I am not quite ready to kill you, but I will get to you. I have use for you, Bana."

"Are you sure? Killing me might be beneficial to you, old man. My daughter told me about you, she was a sneaky little brat."

"Was she the one sneaking around my prison a few weeks ago?"

"Yes. She told me she found some notes of your plan to come here…and told me of your plan to murder my father…"

"Oh yes, I was quite surprised to learn there were more Shays. That's why I've decided to act out. There are typically three Friday the 13th days in the year, so I'm going to change my MO a bit to that, just to speed up the process. Also, I'm going to end as many Shays as I can on this day."

"Do you normally speak your plans like that?"

"No, but I know you're not going to do anything."

"Don't be so sure of that…Lionel…" Lionel smirked and nudged his head to the car.

"Is that stolen?"

"Yeah…"

"Now I know you have to have some smarts. Do you have fresh plates?"

"I bought some earlier…they're in there…" Lionel nodded and placed his hand on Bana's right shoulder. He suspected the man would try to turn on him. He began lowering the gun to his waist, he could paralyze Bana then and there, but it would be too easy. This was a man he wanted to hunt, he hadn't had any fun at all in recent years. "So, are you just going to stand there or are you going to kill me?"

"No, I told you I was going to hunt you, but first…" He smirked briskly and aimed the muzzle to the back of Bana's right leg. "I've done a lot of studying on you, along with the other Shays out there. I'm impressed by your history, but to see such great evil sorrows me."

"You call me evil? That's tough talk for a man who has committed just as grisly murders as I-" Bana stopped as he felt a gunshot go through his knee. He let out a loud shout and fell to the ground, screaming in pain and holding his leg. "Fuck! Fuck you Lionel, I'll kill you!" Lionel chuckled and reached down next to Bana, who growled menacingly at him.

"My advice to you would be to start running."

"You shut shot out my fucking knee!"

Lionel shrugged his shoulders and slowly moved into the car, ignoring Bana's profanity and shouts. It was beautiful irony to him, Bana came here expecting to find and kill Lionel, or at least to spy, but he hadn't planned for Lionel to have his own helicopter. Hell, no one planned for it. He started the car up and took a deep breath as he set the gun on the seat next to him, resting it upon the replacement license plates. "Looks like I'll have to stop somewhere and put these plates on." He glanced out the window as Bana started banging a fist on the lower part of the door. "Maybe the tires too…" He rolled the windows down and watched Bana scowl up at him. "Don't worry Bana, I'll find you later. Good luck…Your fight to live begins now. I have a couple things to tend to first, bye."

"Fuck you!" Bana screamed as Lionel sped off. He clenched his fist and shook it in the air, tears of pain drained from his eyes. "I'll get you! I swear on my father and grandfather's grave! I will fucking kill you, Lionel! I don't care if you are a Shay, your days are numbered!"

An hour later, Marissa cussed as she drove up to the helicopter. An officer spotted it after a thorough search of the planes did not turn up Lionel. She got out of the vehicle and slammed the door shut as Carl and Gunsmoke stepped out of the vehicle. She pointed to the helicopter and clenched her fist, how could they not have seen that coming? "Can someone please tell me why air traffic control didn't see the helicopter?" Carl moved to the helicopter and investigated it for a minute.

"Looks like he found a way to keep himself off the radar…"

"Okay, search the helicopter for anything. Gunsmoke, walk with me, he couldn't have gone far if he's on foot." The man nodded and walked with her for a moment, they stopped only when they saw a small puddle of blood on the ground next to a set of tire tracks. "Blood, but no body?"

"Probably not enough blood to constitute a death…"

"Go figure, he's smart not to leave a body. That would trace him." Gunsmoke nodded and pointed to the tire tracks.

"If the blood isn't his, it's possible he's driving a stolen vehicle."

"Of course…" Several CSI moved over to them and started to take a sample of the blood, then a plaster of the tracks. "I hope to god he isn't as smart as I think he's going to be…"

"We'll find him, Deputy." Marissa nodded and narrowed her eyes as she saw some blood drops leading away from the pool of blood, meaning whoever was wounded managed to get up and go away, but the way the blood was scattered seemed to signal difficulty walking.

After several minutes of examining the blood in the portable lab truck, one of the CSIs walked up to Marissa with some disheartening news. She wasn't too sure she wanted to deal with any bad news, but chances were, she would be getting used to it. "Deputy Benson, the blood found belongs to Bana Shay." Her eyes shot up and narrowed.

"Repeat that…"

"Bana Shay, ma'am…" She let out a loud shout and kicked the ground. Two serial killers in the same vicinity of each other and she just lost them both.

"Damn it! I'm not letting them get away, I will get them!"

In the Johnson home, Shane was with his mother and pregnant girlfriend, Allison Ericson. She was due to have a baby girl sometime in the beginning of April. She had long blond hair and a round face with bright blue eyes. She was friendly with Shane's mom, but Jennifer had not been proud that he had sex and got a girl pregnant. She was hardly showing and hadn't told Shane until the beginning of January, she was afraid of how he would take it. "Tell me you'll be the father…"

"I said I would, didn't I? Just…this is why you've been avoiding me?"

"Yes. You forgive me?" He smiled and nodded his head. He was suffering from the guilt of having kissed Sam, how on earth was he to tell Allison the news?

"Of course, if you'll forgive me…" She tilted her head curiously and took a step back from the hug she was in with him. He moved his sad eyes to her and took a deep breath. "I told you about my grandparents, correct?"

"Yeah, the guy who's the serial killer…."

"Uh huh. Well, he had a cousin I didn't know much about and that guy hired me to do something…." She pressed her lips together as Shane's heart sank, he knew he was going to break her heart with this, but he had to come clean. Jennifer looked over from the kitchen counter she was leaning on and sighed as she listened to her son. She already knew what he was going to say, as he told her before. "A few months ago, I kissed Sam Puckett in order to piss off her fiancé."

"What? How could you!" She bit her lip and stepped back away from him, shaking her head. He saw the betrayal flicker through her eyes and turned his guilty gaze away from her. "Why didn't you turn it down? Why didn't you tell me!"

"It was a mistake, I was just supposed to shake things up, that's all it was. I didn't think it would come back to haunt me, but now this news…the guilt…I can't keep it from you, Allison." She closed her eyes and turned away from him. He frowned and stepped forward. "Allison?"

"I need some time to think, Shane. We're not broken up or anything, I just…I need to go for a walk, okay?" He put his hand to her arm and she brushed it off. "I said I needed to think."

"Okay Allison…I love you…" She smiled slightly and made her way out the back door. This was how they always settled things, they would go off for a few minutes, think, and then come back when they've had time to cool off.

"I'll be back."

"Okay…" He swallowed and looked over to Jennifer. "Mom?" She lowered her arm to the counter and shook her head.

"Shane, you've always been a bit of a troublemaker, I only hope you can get some responsibility kicked into you. Maybe becoming a father is good for you…" He chuckled nervously and started making his way to his room, he didn't want to lose Allison, she meant so much to him. Jennifer grabbed the coffee cup next to her and started sipping it. She closed her eyes as she spotted a black car driving up to the curb outside.

When she opened her eyes, still holding the cup to her mouth, she saw her father staring into the open window. Her eyes widened and she was instantly paralyzed with fear. Lionel grinned and slowly rose his gun. "I once met a man who murdered his own daughter, I put a bullet through his knee. Would I do the same? Only to discontinue the evil blood that resides in the Shays. You are my daughter, so that means you're marked for death. Fret not, I won't bludgeon you as much as that man did his child, I take pride in my own flesh and blood." The shower was running in the other room, which meant Shane would not hear anything that her father did.

"F-F-Father-" It happened in an instant, the porcelain coffee cup shattered and Jennifer felt a sharp pain through her mouth and out the back of her head. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as coffee splattered and stained the walls, ceiling, and floor. Her body slumped onto the counter and blood flew in every direction.

"I didn't want to create a mess…" He casually entered the house and walked to where he saw the bullet fall. Thinking ahead, he reached down and picked the bullet up with his gloved hands, then set the projectile in a Ziploc bag. "Don't need anyone seeing this…now, to wait for my grandson to leave the shower…"

Marissa stormed about the police station, waiting for the results of the tire treads. It wasn't long before the Lab Tech returned, but his news seemed to be more hindering than positive. "Deputy Benson, the treads belong to Goodyear, witnesses at the airport report seeing a black 2009 Camaro speeding off without any plates. Also some men at an auto shop report the same four tires being dumped off. We ran the cast and the two treads matched, but they're not sure when they were dumped. Another thing, they report four Goodyear tires being stolen, but as you well know, that's going to leave different tread marks."

"So what you're telling me is…we have nothing?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Okay." She slowly sat down and leaned forward, placing her fingertips together in front of her face. She lifted her hand and motioned towards the door. "Please leave me. I need to think."

"Yes ma'am."

"Thank you." She narrowed her eyes as the man rushed out of the room. How could Lionel consistently remain one step ahead of her? Sure, he had the experience of age, along with apparently being a prison warden, making him knowledgeable in forensics. As smart as he was, there was probably not much point in searching the video feed of the auto shop, the man might have kept any license plates off the car until he was well out of there. "Lionel Shay…I will find you…You stole a car Bana stole, but apparently you're cleaner about it…but you can't hide forever."

Shane stepped out of his shower and hung his towel around his waist, he smirked at himself in the mirror and clicked his tongue. "Yeah, I know I look good." He took a brush and started brushing through his long hair. He'd thought about the prospect of being a father and he loved it. He couldn't wait to tell all his friends, no one in the world knew he would be a father, but now the entire world would know because he'd shout it from the rooftops.

As he walked out of the bathroom, the scent of blood and coffee hit his nose. He raised an eyebrow and glanced around. "Mom? Are you okay? Do I smell blood?" As he walked through the house, he took note to how eerily silent the air around him was.

He shrugged it off and continued into the kitchen, tightening the towel around his waist into a tighter knot. "Mom, are you still messed up about what I did? I know it was bad, but…" He spotted the blood and coffee on the counter and raised his eyebrow. His heart started racing as he rounded the counter, the first thing he saw was his mother's leg. His eyes widened and he quickly rounded the corner. "Mom? No!"

She was lying on her back, blood was pouring from her mouth and head. Her index finger was clamped around the handle of the shattered coffee mug. He knelt down and held his mother's body, tears began pouring from his eyes. "Mom! Come on, you can't die!" He bowed his head and started sobbing, continuing his weeping for a full three minutes. Then it hit him, she'd been shot.

He rose to his feet and glanced down at his blood soaked towel and chest. "No…" He whined and slowly made his way from the kitchen. He needed to call the police, but what did it matter? His mother was gone. He looked towards the window and frowned when he spotted the black Camaro. "Wait…whose car is that…"

"You tell me, it's stolen."

"What?" Shane's head snapped forward and his eyes widened, Lionel was standing before him with his pistol aimed to his chest. "Oh my god…"

"You've heard of me. Lionel Shay. Now I know you're just a young boy, but you've already got evil blood in you."

"N-No I don't!" Fear was rushing through his body. His hands were in the air and his towel was starting to sag. He tried to tear his gaze away from his grandfather's fierce eyes. "What are you talking about?" Lionel sneered and narrowed his eyes.

"You think I wouldn't find out what you did to that girl back in December? Please, I study everyone, even my own grandchild." Lionel slowly cocked the gun and Shane slowly fell to his knees. His jaw dropped and his head shook vigorously.

"Please, I'm atoning from that! You don't want to kill me, I'm just a kid, practically!"

"No. The line has to end with you, Shane." He growled sinisterly and his index finger started to cramp. "You shall not be allowed to produce any further Shays."

"What!" He started to whimper and put his hands together, pleading for his life. His body trembled as he bowed his head. "Please don't kill me. I promise you, I won't tell anyone! I-I won't say who you are if you don't kill me."

"It's too late. Friday the 13th is here, your day ends now." Shane's eyes widened as his chest started to burn. He fell back and watched blood shoot out from the middle of his chest. Lionel replaced his gun and sighed as he lifted the stray bullet from the ground. "I'm sorry, Grandson. There was no redemption for you."

Shane lay there for several minutes, small minutes that felt like an eternity to him. He couldn't move and the blood was draining from his body like rushing water out of a shattered dam. His eyes were positioned at the open door, Lionel was long gone now, only God knew where that man would go to now.

"Shane!" Allison's screeching voice fell to his ears, but he could barely hear them. He continued to stare at the door as he felt her arms wrap around him and lift him up. "No! Oh god, no! Please, Shane! Please!" He could only grumble out Lionel's name, he was already too far gone from the world. "You can't die on me! Please! Don't die! I love you…I love you!" He felt her tears hit his cheek. He wanted to reach up, to tell her it would be okay. He wanted to tell her how much he loved her. "Oh god!" She buried her head into his chest and wept bitterly.

He was now looking at himself, being cradled in her arms as she pleaded for his life. He closed his eyes and let a tear drip down his cheeks as he bid farewell to Allison and his lifeless body, then he began to drift upwards. "Goodbye my love..."

Several minutes later, Marissa's patrol car came skidding to a halt in front of the Johnson's home. She, and several officers rushed into the house and found Allison cradling Shane's body, her face red with tears. "Shit…" Allison slowly looked up, her eyes devoid of happiness and joy.

"T-They're…gone…"

Marissa moved next to Allison and knelt next to her, wrapping her arm around her shoulders. "I'm sorry. I know this is painful for you…" Allison sobbed and turned her head down.

"He was going to be a daddy!"

"What?" Marissa's eyebrows rose as she turned her gaze to Shane. She knew now it would be best to keep Allison safe, just in case. If Lionel was the cause of Shane and Jennifer's death, then if he knew Allison was pregnant with Shane's child, she would be in danger. "Are you pregnant?"

"Yes ma'am…" She sniffed and wiped her eyes. A hiccup left her throat Marissa's heart sank while her anger began to rise. "S-Shane whispered one thing before he…died…he said it was Lionel…" Marissa breathed in sharply and turned her eyes skyward.

"Don't worry, we'll find him. He will be brought down." She would do anything to take out both Lionel and Bana, no matter what, she would find them.

So what did you think? Lionel and Bana Shay in one chapter, meeting for the first time! Lionel's giving Marissa the runaround, hm. There will be a climatic clash in a few chapters between the Lion (Lionel) and the Bull (Bana), and finally something more powerful than the both of them. Stick around!

The song that inspired the title and a bit of the chapter, "sleepin' Lion" by Clinton Fearon: h tt p : / www . youtube . com /watch?v=6I1FJ5hRQhU Enjoy the song XD.

Don't trouble trouble 'cause trouble will double trouble you
Even if you're tough like lion
Don't trouble trouble 'cause trouble will double trouble you
Never wake a sleeping lion