The following day I watched Mickey through some binoculars from the rooftop of some flats opposite the police station. He had arrived later than usual for him and I had thought for a moment that he was not going to turn up for work. He was sitting on a wall out at the back of the station where they parked their vehicles. He looked like he had not slept all night, as if he had something on his mind that kept him from getting any sleep.

The officer who I had seen the night before at the warehouse came out of the station and sat near Mickey who I saw get up and move away from him, standing in front of him so he could see where he was. He was ever so jumpy and the other officer could see this, he looked like he wa asking him some questions, he slapped Mickey on the arm and I saw Mickey step back from him. I could see him giving Mickey a weird look and could almost see him figuring out what I had done to Mickey. I could see it in his eyes through the binoculars, it made me smile to think of the terror that Mickey was going through, wondering if people could see him for what he was. It made me really smile.

A little while later I saw Mickey leave the station and get into his car. He must be off on an enquiry or something I thought. I left the roof to go and watch my other intended victim, Mickey would wait for another day.

xXx

The following day when I went to watch my other soon to be victim, I saw Mickey watching him as well. He had not noticed me come up behind him, well he didn't until my foot snapped a twig behind him. Hearing the snapping noise, he whirled around and saw me. His eyes widened in alarm and I saw the look of loathing on his face for me. He ran towards me intending to take me down but I was too strong for him until he was able to get in a lucky punch.

As I lay slightly stunned on the ground, I laughed at him and told him he was weak and that I would always have something over him. He stamped down on my arm with his foot, breaking it or at least it felt like it. As he stood there staring down at me, I could see the loathing he had for me on his face, I sneered at him, telling him what I thought of him and he snapped.

"You are nothing but a sick, sick man Delaney."

He sneered back at me but he was still scared, I could hear it in his voice. I heard his phone ringing from where he dropped it and as he went to pick it up, he turned his back on me. I got up and ran purposely knocking him over, I could hear him crashing through the undergrowth behind me as he chased after me and calling on his phone for backup. As I came to a clearing with some buildings in it, I saw other coppers closing in on me. One of them knocked me to the ground shouting that I was under arrest.

Just then Mickey arrived and as I was being led away I shouted it wasn't over and then I revealed to the coppers present that I had raped Mickey. The look of devastation on his face at his colleagues finding out what I had done to him gave me another thrill of pleasure. I could see the looks they were giving him, looks of disbelief but it was his reaction that I was more interested in and the fact that from the look on his face, I knew that the information I had just given his colleagues had crushed him. He couldn't look them in the eyes and they knew then that what I had blurted out was the truth.

xXx

At the station, the doctor on duty checked my arm to check it was not broken and confirmed it wasn't. While I was being examined I could hear coppers out in the hallway, talking about Mickey. I smiled, the news about him was spreading like wild fire throughout the station, the thought of it made me happy.

I cherished the thought that he would be so broken by this that he would never be able to hold his head up in public again or at least not in this station anyway. Mind you I did tell him that I would make him wish he had never laid eyes in me and I have done just that. His life as he knew it is now over and he will never get over this, I am sure of it.

When I was taken to the cell I felt so powerful, I had destroyed a coppers life and career and could see the looks some of the coppers were giving me, some looked fearful but a few looked angry as well. I could see the loathing in their eyes but I didn't care, they were nothing compared to me. Nothing more than miniscule little ants that I could crush so easily.

I was kept at Sun Hill for about a day before I was up in court for my hearing to decide whether be walking free or kept on remand until my trial. I expected to walk but the judge believed the pigs when they said I was a flight risk and a threat to the public. I'm not a threat to the public, only those who cross me. I was remanded in custody until my trial.

xXx

My trial took place two months later and the papers had a field day when they found out my rape victim was a male police officer and they tried to make out that Mickey was lying about the rape because he had not reported it for 72 hours. My defense lawyers ripped him apart on the stand and I loved to see the discomfort and shame he felt at describing how I assaulted him.

The trial lasted for two weeks, evidence was given about my attack on that whore Rachel and the Mcgowen bitch but it was meaningless to me, I was more interested in what Mickey had to say when he gave his evidence and I had seen the fear in his eyes when he had stood in the witness box. Eventually all the evidence was presented to the court and my lawyers had cross examined the witnesses before they both turned to the court and the jury to give their final speeches.

The prosecution told them that I was a threat to society and that I would do it again, if they did not sentence me to prison. The only person I wanted to do it to again was Mickey so the rest of society was safe.

My defense told them I was a victim of society being prosecuted by the police and the lies they had made up about me.

When the jury came back from their deliberations about my fate, I believed I would walk. I never thought those SOB's would convict me and the judge would sentence me to 10 years. I have no intention of being imprisoned for the next ten years and the first I am going to do when I get out is pay Mickey another visit.

THE END.