WARNING: There will be some strong language in this chapter.

After taking care of the McGowan bitch I went back to stalking D.C Webb and tracked him and the bitch to the hospital, they had gone to see that McGowan bitch. They were completely unaware that I was following them, bloody useless pair of coppers the pair pf them. I thought again of how I was going to make D.C. Webb pay for what he had done to me and how I was going to wipe that cocky grin off his face, shatter his confidence as a 'man'. I could just settle for a good beating but no I had something special planned for him, just the thought of what I was going to do to him made me smile.

I stayed a little longer at the hospital watching them both interview McGowans stupid wife before slipping away, I had a envelope to deliver to Sun Hill police station, for D.C. Webb. It was a pity that I would not get to see his face when he opened it I thought but there would be time to see his face again later on.

It did not take me long to deliver the envelope and I then went to Larkmead train station to use one of the credit cards I had stolen, knowng full well that the police would track it there. I was hoping it would be Mickey Webb who would turn up, I had laid my plans very carefully. Scouting out the near by industrial site and had found an abandoned that was perfect for what I had in mind. All I had to do now was wait.

I didn't have long to wait, less than two hours after I got there I spotted D.C Webb as he came out of the station talking to someone on the phone probaly one of his colleagues I thought. I watched him for a few moments and then shouted his name.

"MR WEBB."

He turned and saw me on the other side of the road and as he ran towards me, I took off making sure that he was following behind me. I ran round the corner down the road towards the industrial site with D.C Webb chasing after me. He was not far behind me as I ran up the stairs at the side of the abandoned warehouse I had picked. He lost sight of me when I ran inside the building but I could still see him, he was trying to call for back up on his mobile but he had no signal on it.

He put his phone away into his pocket and moved further into the building, I had him just where I wanted him. As I stepped out of the shadows from where I had been watching him he turned and saw me, shouting at me.

"GET YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM." Stepping back but keeping his eyes on me.

"I SAID HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM," he repeated.

Before he could react, I had brought up the shovel that I had in my hands and hit him on the side of his head with it. He struggled to remain standing and conscious but the force of the blow that I had hit him with was too much. He staggered about for a few moments, banging into things before finally falling to the ground his eyes fluttering shut as darkness descended on him.

xXx

D.C. Webb regained consciousness after I had lifted his limp and lifeless body up onto a work bench from where he had slumped to the floor. I had him bent over lying on the work bench and was tying his wrists to the vices attached to the table when he opened his eyes slowly.

"What are you doing to me?" he demanded, trying desperately to free his wrists from the ropes that were holding him secure but it was no use, they held him tightly.

"Just making you a little more comfortable." I told him.

He was scared I could see it on his face and hear it in his voice, he didn't know what I was going to do to him and he was terrified. That made me smile, I was glad he was scared, he had every right to be considering what I had planned for him.

I strode about the room staring down at him, letting him feel the menacing atmosphere that was in the room.

"I've been looking forward to seeing you again D.C Webb." I said to him, "Or perhaps I should call you Mickey."

He struggling against the ropes and I could hear his phone ringing in the back pocket of his jeans, I reached into his pocket, caressing him as I did so. He was shaking with fear and I could see tears running down his face, soon those tears would not be tears of fear I thought but of pain. The idea that I had power over him filled me with excitement.

As I checked his phone, I could see it was someone called Jack calling, I switched the phone off and 'accidently' dropped it.

"We don't want any interruptions now do we."

"WHOOPS." I said as I stomped by boot down on it, smashing it to bits.

Mickey was still struggling to get out of the ropes that were binding him to the table as I walked menacingly around him, glaring at him and shouting.

"FIRST IT WAS RACHEL...THEN THE LOVELY JANE...WELL NOW IT'S YOUR TURN."