p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"strongem~Chapter 2~/em/strong/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Sheeze. Is this really in there?" Josh, Charles's friend, asked. "Tiffany did it?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Yeah. I guess. I think she used Margret's blood to do it." The thought of Tiffany cutting up someone to paint the roof made him queasy. "I think I'm going to be sick."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Want to go home? Do you need a ride or something? Can you even make it the bathroom or do you need a can?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Can, please." Josh grabbed the trashcan and handed it to Charles, whose stomach gave up everything with a vengeance./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Charles entered the padded cell and shuddered. It was extremely close to the cell from his dream, yet this one had a window. emBe calm. It isn't now. It's never going to happen./em/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Hi Charles. Miss me already did you? I saw on the news what happened to your friends. So sorry. Do they think it was me? Is that why I got moved in here?" Tiffany was sitting stiffly upright in the chair behind the table. She didn't have a straight jacket but she did have handcuffs and a restraining belt. "Don't you want to sit?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I think you did it. Even from in here you did it to prove that you could. This whole 'prisoner' thing is just an act so people think they're safe. Then you go and pass out notes. Taunting notes to me. Why? What are you doing?" Charles hadn't moved from his place by the door. He feared her too much to get too far from his only escape route./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""How was I to do it? What's your story, reporter?" Charles just stared at her. She was still pretty, even prison couldn't change her looks from the sweetly demented glow she had. He thought of Poison Ivy, from Batman. How she was cute and deadly and always got out of jail to kill again. "Tell me your thoughts, Statue, and I'll tell you mine."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Fine. I think you're using me to do something that only I can do. You're playing a game with me and there's little I can do to stop you. The messages were set-ups to get me to come down here again. To make me see you in your new home." Charles forced himself over to the table and sat down./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Please, don't flatter yourself. People are like mud. Dirty, obvious, and malleable. God never let Adam dry, which is why he could make Eve. I thought I've already proved that I can play with anyone, the notes, hello? But I choose you to be my opponent."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"The guards came in and told Charles that Tiffany had a call and he could either wait or leave. He got up and said good-bye; Tiffany dramatically frowned and was on her way. He went straight to the security office and asked if Tiffany was ever not on camera the whole morning. The officers all said no and also told him that they were the only ones who had seen her before him. Charles thanked them and left property./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"emShe said people were malleable…the guards must be in on it too…/em/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Charles walked back to his car and got in, then called Josh. emC'mon, c'mon. Answer you stupid phone! I need to tell you something! Pick up, pick up, pick up…/em "Hi. You've reached Josh Durgon. Sorry, but I'm not here right now. Leave a message and I'll get back to you ASAP. Thanks." emBeeeeeep./em"Josh! It's Charles. I need you to come over immediately! I just figured out Tiffany."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"He hung up the phone and started his car. He looked at the jail and saw Tiffany in one of the windows. She smiled and waved at him as he drove away. Once he was out of her sights, she sat down on her new bed and pulled out a computer. She began to write./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""You're starting already?" the person who was in the cell with her peered over her shoulder./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Sure. Why not? I like to remember in great detail what I do to people. That's why I take pictures of my work. This way, typing my thoughts, I will always know and be able to remember what exactly happened and how I felt. I doubt that you can say the same. You probably can't even remember last night clearly." Tiffany smirked at her visitor. "Now, either when I die or get out of here, people will know the real me. Well, the one that was in a cell anyway. The biography and autobiography can come when I'm physically free. For now, the attention suits me fine. It's when I start to fade away that I'll come up with more insight to a killer."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Yes, 'Queen Mab'." They laughed together./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""If you keep making fun of me I'll write you a smaller part. Now go be a good 'Frik' and chase down my man. I'm not done yet." Tiffany gestured to her laptop and resumed typing. Her goal with her story was more then just telling what she'd done. She wanted the world to be shaking in fear of her return and of her escape. She wanted attention for the rest of the known worlds' days. Once she died, she wanted people to come to her headstone and see her name. She wanted people from every corner of the world to know who she was and fear her. Tiffany was going to be the most powerful person in the world even from the grave. The real 'Ripper'./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"She always thought that Jack the Ripper's biggest flaw was that no one knew who he was or how many people he killed. The unknown is the only thing that's kept his story around for so long. He never came out and said who he was but he was changing history for some possibly innocent people. She was going to last forever because she had a face and a name. Telling others about her actions and what she was thinking and feeling was more then just passion. She was going to be rich, famous, powerful, known, and the leader of a movement./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"As she typed in her cell, she smiled. The most deadly prisoners feared her, feared her power, and they would do anything to try and be on her team. They were there because they had been careless. Now they had someone to lead them. The one who let herself get caught so she could use the world. In only a few days, Tiffany had taken control of the penitentiary. The guards did as she asked and the prisoners conspired, yet she had absolutely nothing to worry about. Her life couldn't have been more perfect./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Hey Charles. I'm here. What did you mean, on my phone?" Josh was walking up the sidewalk to Charles's front door./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I'll tell you inside." Charles was standing at the door, impatiently, waiting for Josh to hurry and get inside. "Can you move any slower? Geez, it'll take you the rest of the year at that pace." Josh started to go in the slowest slow motion he could. "Knock it off. I really need to talk and I don't want people to help her."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""What? Fine. I'm hurrying. See me in the house?" As soon as Josh got through the door it was shut and locked, the curtains closed and the lights turned off. "What the hell?" The whole living room lit up with some kind of glow paint./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"There were three bright colors of glowing paint on the walls and furniture. At first glance, the letters seemed to mean nothing, but when you put the blue letters together, they spelled "Watch". The green letters spelled "Your", and the red was "Back"./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Shit, man. This was here when you came home?" Josh was frozen near the door with an open mouth. "You think Tiffany was here?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""No but someone was. I was with Tiffany before I came home. So someone was in here, either while I slept or while I was at the office." Charles turned the lights back on. "I don't think anyone could've done it while I slept because I have the home security system and I'm pretty sure not even you, my closest friend, could guess the code. They had to have done it while I was with Tiffany. I rushed over to the office and I can't remember if I turned it on or not but it was off when I came home." Charles went into the kitchen and grabbed two drinks. He tossed one of them to Josh./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I think I'll sit on the floor…I don't want paint on my clothes…"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""It's dry. I checked already."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Oh, okay then. Do you think that the same person who was in the office came to your place and did…it? Did they get a chance to get away before you went to the jail? Maybe it was her and she's just too fast for you." Josh went to sit on the couch by the door, next to Charles. He opened his drink and almost spilled on himself trying to see the glowing words again./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I don't think so. Don't even say I should go to the cops because one of them gave me the note from her this morning, and that CSI who gave me the picture. I really don't think I can trust anyone that she could've contacted or have control over. She's ruling my world and I can't even see her doing it. I feel like one of those mice in a maze. I see the arrows and can smell the cheese but I can't get enough control over myself to think straight. I really need help."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Wait. In the message, you said you figured her out or something. Was this it? You figured out her messages?" Josh waved his hand around the room./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""No, I thought I knew what was going on but then I came back to this and now have to re-think my idea. I thought that she had control over the guards and stuff in prison and was able to get out to do her stuff…But then I came home…I was with her the whole time, Josh. Someone else is helping her and I can't tell the cops." Charles took a deep breath and gulped from his drink./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""So what? You need to tell people what's going on with her. Maybe there's someone out there who isn't on her payroll." Josh shrugged and took another sip. "Oh. Is that why you're telling me?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Not anymore." Charles held a gun to his friend's head./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Sheeze. Is this really in there?" Josh, Charles's friend, asked. "Tiffany did it?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Yeah. I guess. I think she used Margret's blood to do it." The thought of Tiffany cutting up someone to paint the roof made him queasy. "I think I'm going to be sick."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Want to go home? Do you need a ride or something? Can you even make it the bathroom or do you need a can?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Can, please." Josh grabbed the trashcan and handed it to Charles, whose stomach gave up everything with a vengeance./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Charles entered the padded cell and shuddered. It was extremely close to the cell from his dream, yet this one had a window. emBe calm. It isn't now. It's never going to happen./em/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Hi Charles. Miss me already did you? I saw on the news what happened to your friends. So sorry. Do they think it was me? Is that why I got moved in here?" Tiffany was sitting stiffly upright in the chair behind the table. She didn't have a straight jacket but she did have handcuffs and a restraining belt. "Don't you want to sit?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I think you did it. Even from in here you did it to prove that you could. This whole 'prisoner' thing is just an act so people think they're safe. Then you go and pass out notes. Taunting notes to me. Why? What are you doing?" Charles hadn't moved from his place by the door. He feared her too much to get too far from his only escape route./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""How was I to do it? What's your story, reporter?" Charles just stared at her. She was still pretty, even prison couldn't change her looks from the sweetly demented glow she had. He thought of Poison Ivy, from Batman. How she was cute and deadly and always got out of jail to kill again. "Tell me your thoughts, Statue, and I'll tell you mine."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Fine. I think you're using me to do something that only I can do. You're playing a game with me and there's little I can do to stop you. The messages were set-ups to get me to come down here again. To make me see you in your new home." Charles forced himself over to the table and sat down./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Please, don't flatter yourself. People are like mud. Dirty, obvious, and malleable. God never let Adam dry, which is why he could make Eve. I thought I've already proved that I can play with anyone, the notes, hello? But I choose you to be my opponent."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"The guards came in and told Charles that Tiffany had a call and he could either wait or leave. He got up and said good-bye; Tiffany dramatically frowned and was on her way. He went straight to the security office and asked if Tiffany was ever not on camera the whole morning. The officers all said no and also told him that they were the only ones who had seen her before him. Charles thanked them and left property./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"emShe said people were malleable…the guards must be in on it too…/em/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Charles walked back to his car and got in, then called Josh. emC'mon, c'mon. Answer you stupid phone! I need to tell you something! Pick up, pick up, pick up…/em "Hi. You've reached Josh Durgon. Sorry, but I'm not here right now. Leave a message and I'll get back to you ASAP. Thanks." emBeeeeeep./em"Josh! It's Charles. I need you to come over immediately! I just figured out Tiffany."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"He hung up the phone and started his car. He looked at the jail and saw Tiffany in one of the windows. She smiled and waved at him as he drove away. Once he was out of her sights, she sat down on her new bed and pulled out a computer. She began to write./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""You're starting already?" the person who was in the cell with her peered over her shoulder./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Sure. Why not? I like to remember in great detail what I do to people. That's why I take pictures of my work. This way, typing my thoughts, I will always know and be able to remember what exactly happened and how I felt. I doubt that you can say the same. You probably can't even remember last night clearly." Tiffany smirked at her visitor. "Now, either when I die or get out of here, people will know the real me. Well, the one that was in a cell anyway. The biography and autobiography can come when I'm physically free. For now, the attention suits me fine. It's when I start to fade away that I'll come up with more insight to a killer."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Yes, 'Queen Mab'." They laughed together./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""If you keep making fun of me I'll write you a smaller part. Now go be a good 'Frik' and chase down my man. I'm not done yet." Tiffany gestured to her laptop and resumed typing. Her goal with her story was more then just telling what she'd done. She wanted the world to be shaking in fear of her return and of her escape. She wanted attention for the rest of the known worlds' days. Once she died, she wanted people to come to her headstone and see her name. She wanted people from every corner of the world to know who she was and fear her. Tiffany was going to be the most powerful person in the world even from the grave. The real 'Ripper'./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"She always thought that Jack the Ripper's biggest flaw was that no one knew who he was or how many people he killed. The unknown is the only thing that's kept his story around for so long. He never came out and said who he was but he was changing history for some possibly innocent people. She was going to last forever because she had a face and a name. Telling others about her actions and what she was thinking and feeling was more then just passion. She was going to be rich, famous, powerful, known, and the leader of a movement./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"As she typed in her cell, she smiled. The most deadly prisoners feared her, feared her power, and they would do anything to try and be on her team. They were there because they had been careless. Now they had someone to lead them. The one who let herself get caught so she could use the world. In only a few days, Tiffany had taken control of the penitentiary. The guards did as she asked and the prisoners conspired, yet she had absolutely nothing to worry about. Her life couldn't have been more perfect./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Hey Charles. I'm here. What did you mean, on my phone?" Josh was walking up the sidewalk to Charles's front door./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I'll tell you inside." Charles was standing at the door, impatiently, waiting for Josh to hurry and get inside. "Can you move any slower? Geez, it'll take you the rest of the year at that pace." Josh started to go in the slowest slow motion he could. "Knock it off. I really need to talk and I don't want people to help her."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""What? Fine. I'm hurrying. See me in the house?" As soon as Josh got through the door it was shut and locked, the curtains closed and the lights turned off. "What the hell?" The whole living room lit up with some kind of glow paint./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"There were three bright colors of glowing paint on the walls and furniture. At first glance, the letters seemed to mean nothing, but when you put the blue letters together, they spelled "Watch". The green letters spelled "Your", and the red was "Back"./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Shit, man. This was here when you came home?" Josh was frozen near the door with an open mouth. "You think Tiffany was here?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""No but someone was. I was with Tiffany before I came home. So someone was in here, either while I slept or while I was at the office." Charles turned the lights back on. "I don't think anyone could've done it while I slept because I have the home security system and I'm pretty sure not even you, my closest friend, could guess the code. They had to have done it while I was with Tiffany. I rushed over to the office and I can't remember if I turned it on or not but it was off when I came home." Charles went into the kitchen and grabbed two drinks. He tossed one of them to Josh./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I think I'll sit on the floor…I don't want paint on my clothes…"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""It's dry. I checked already."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Oh, okay then. Do you think that the same person who was in the office came to your place and did…it? Did they get a chance to get away before you went to the jail? Maybe it was her and she's just too fast for you." Josh went to sit on the couch by the door, next to Charles. He opened his drink and almost spilled on himself trying to see the glowing words again./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I don't think so. Don't even say I should go to the cops because one of them gave me the note from her this morning, and that CSI who gave me the picture. I really don't think I can trust anyone that she could've contacted or have control over. She's ruling my world and I can't even see her doing it. I feel like one of those mice in a maze. I see the arrows and can smell the cheese but I can't get enough control over myself to think straight. I really need help."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Wait. In the message, you said you figured her out or something. Was this it? You figured out her messages?" Josh waved his hand around the room./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""No, I thought I knew what was going on but then I came back to this and now have to re-think my idea. I thought that she had control over the guards and stuff in prison and was able to get out to do her stuff…But then I came home…I was with her the whole time, Josh. Someone else is helping her and I can't tell the cops." Charles took a deep breath and gulped from his drink./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""So what? You need to tell people what's going on with her. Maybe there's someone out there who isn't on her payroll." Josh shrugged and took another sip. "Oh. Is that why you're telling me?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Not anymore." Charles held a gun to his friend's head./p