p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"strongem~Chapter 4~/em/strong/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Charles kept the gun to Josh's back as they followed the two women around the penitentiary. They first saw the supposed to be dead reporter walk out of the morgue at the hospital, while heading to check out the body, and followed her into Alfred's room. She had a new hair color and been cleaned of all the blood, but Josh recognized her still. They spied on her as she walked around the room checking the screens and machines. She bent over and whispered something in his ear before walking out like nothing that happened to Alfred was her fault./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"They followed her as she got into a car and drove off. He guessed that that was how she was going back to report to her boss. He tried to beat her there but got caught in traffic and arrived as she started down one of the long hallways. Through the windows, he saw which way she went and forced Josh into leading the way./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"The more they followed her, the deeper into the asylum they went. They followed her past the bloody room, where Charles had interviewed Tiffany the second time. The sight made both men stop in their tracks. Charles even lowered the gun. They stared at the dead woman lain out to paint the room, her blood giving off the sharp rusty smell. The supposed to be dead Margret just peeked in and then called to a guard who was walking away. They started to talk and walk together, away from the room./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Did you see that? She has no heart." Charles whispered to Josh./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Maybe Tiffany took it out…Or trained her to be cold to it all. I could see either being a possibility." Josh replied, before having the gun put back against his head. "Okay, the Tiffany taking it out part was a joke. Please don't shoot me."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Follow but don't be seen. I can't believe I can't trust you." Charles's heart was sore from the betrayal and the fact that he had to be so cruel to a friend, but he wanted to beat Tiffany at her own game. He wanted to win, even if it meant he would be the man in his dream. Tiffany was going to die in the prison by his hand, and he was planning it as they stalked Margret./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Margret's got a sister…The woman she's walking with now, a guard, I think." Josh relayed to Charles. "They're tossing insults back and forth so they must be close. Shit-" He slid back against the wall. "I think Margret saw me in her mirror. We should go back to the car now."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Why? So you can let your boss escape? They're moving again. Keep up." Charles pushed Josh with the gun and made him follow the ladies./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Charles followed them all the way to the infirmary entrance and stopped before entering. He thought he may have made a mistake in his stalking. What would 'Tiffany the Ripper' be doing in a hospital bed? Then he remembered the bloody room. emMaybe she got hurt while she tried to take down that guard. Maybe she's already dead. That would suck for my plans but make my life so much easier. She's ended her own game./em/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Charles risked a peek in the door window and saw the two women move towards a bed. He felt saddened by the thought that Tiffany could be dead or dying. emIt's only because you want to be the one to end her. You want to take down Tiffany the Ripper. You want to be with your love./em He the hell was that? Where did that come from?/em The sound of a door shutting brought him back to the real world and out of his thoughts. Josh was gone. He'd run as soon as Charles gave him the chance and never looked back until he was clear of the whole building. He got in the car and drove straight towards the police station./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Charles stayed in the hall by the door wondering where the thought of love had come from when he heard Margret and her sister heading the opposite way. He watched which way they went and when he could no longer see them, entered the room. The first thing he did was run to the bed he saw them at. The sheets were bloody and he feared that he had both missed his chance and lost his love./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Ignoring the mixed emotions and confusion, he lifted the blanket away from the body, ready to shoot if it moved. He saw the open corpse of a young girl and most of her organs. emShe went back to taking things… She's not just killing anymore, but back at robbing body parts… Good girl./em/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Charles was starting to get dizzy. He could feel a black out coming on but he fought it. A sudden headache caused him to sit on the bed that was beside the corpse and close his eyes in pain. Cool hands came and took hold of his face, drawing it up and making him lay back. The hands were gentle as they took his and moved them to his hips. New thoughts came and he felt like he was alert in a dream./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Memories of being with Tiffany in the holding cell, being beside her as she talked about her career choice, holding her close in the padded room, watching her type on the laptop he brought her, and painting a message in his living room./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"The confusion was back again. A stronger headache and thoughts that made sense. emI didn't paint my room, she did. I don't love her, I want her dead. Who's touching me?/em He tried to open his eyes but the cool hand closed them again. His arms were heavy and the headache was blinding but he wanted to know. All his energy went into moving the hand away to see. Tiffany let him win and see her face./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"The simple knowledge that it was her nearly knocked him out of the bed. He rolled over and landed hard on the floor. She quickly helped him up but he fled again. The harder he tried to get away the less ground he covered. The thoughts of happiness and pride of being with her, the memories of sitting next to her as she typed their story continued to crash over him. Pulsing headaches came with the part of him that he thought he was and peace came with the part of him that he never knew about./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Tiffany was in her jumpsuit and standing before him, extending a hand to help him up. He took it and was lifted out of his pain./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Feeling better yet?" her voice was concerned and loving. She looked in his eyes and touched his forehead with the back of her hand./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Much better. I remember everything. I understand that I was chasing myself…The two halves of me are one now. I can think clearly." Charles hugged her close and she smiled./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Hey, love? The story that you were writing, about us, where is it?" He whispered in her ear, still holding her tight./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""On the computer. Why?" She tried to pull away but found she couldn't. Charles tightened his grip around her with one arm and grabbed a scalpel with his other. He changed his grip to her hair, pulled her head back, and sliced her throat./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Laying her gently on the ground I, Charles, whispered my reply, "I want to add some of my side to it. Just to make sure that people know the truth about you and me." Then I kissed her head, stood up, and went to her room./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I found the laptop and searched for the file. She had titled it 'Ripper Love' and dedicated it to herself and the insane half of me. The part that allows me to sit here and type the end of her story with no conscience. I thought that it wasn't true enough, the new title, strongemTwisted/em/strong./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Then I sat on her bed and began to edit the story, inserting my thoughts and feelings to make it more real and honest./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Charles kept the gun to Josh's back as they followed the two women around the penitentiary. They first saw the supposed to be dead reporter walk out of the morgue at the hospital, while heading to check out the body, and followed her into Alfred's room. She had a new hair color and been cleaned of all the blood, but Josh recognized her still. They spied on her as she walked around the room checking the screens and machines. She bent over and whispered something in his ear before walking out like nothing that happened to Alfred was her fault./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"They followed her as she got into a car and drove off. He guessed that that was how she was going back to report to her boss. He tried to beat her there but got caught in traffic and arrived as she started down one of the long hallways. Through the windows, he saw which way she went and forced Josh into leading the way./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"The more they followed her, the deeper into the asylum they went. They followed her past the bloody room, where Charles had interviewed Tiffany the second time. The sight made both men stop in their tracks. Charles even lowered the gun. They stared at the dead woman lain out to paint the room, her blood giving off the sharp rusty smell. The supposed to be dead Margret just peeked in and then called to a guard who was walking away. They started to talk and walk together, away from the room./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Did you see that? She has no heart." Charles whispered to Josh./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Maybe Tiffany took it out…Or trained her to be cold to it all. I could see either being a possibility." Josh replied, before having the gun put back against his head. "Okay, the Tiffany taking it out part was a joke. Please don't shoot me."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Follow but don't be seen. I can't believe I can't trust you." Charles's heart was sore from the betrayal and the fact that he had to be so cruel to a friend, but he wanted to beat Tiffany at her own game. He wanted to win, even if it meant he would be the man in his dream. Tiffany was going to die in the prison by his hand, and he was planning it as they stalked Margret./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Margret's got a sister…The woman she's walking with now, a guard, I think." Josh relayed to Charles. "They're tossing insults back and forth so they must be close. Shit-" He slid back against the wall. "I think Margret saw me in her mirror. We should go back to the car now."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Why? So you can let your boss escape? They're moving again. Keep up." Charles pushed Josh with the gun and made him follow the ladies./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Charles followed them all the way to the infirmary entrance and stopped before entering. He thought he may have made a mistake in his stalking. What would 'Tiffany the Ripper' be doing in a hospital bed? Then he remembered the bloody room. emMaybe she got hurt while she tried to take down that guard. Maybe she's already dead. That would suck for my plans but make my life so much easier. She's ended her own game./em/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Charles risked a peek in the door window and saw the two women move towards a bed. He felt saddened by the thought that Tiffany could be dead or dying. emIt's only because you want to be the one to end her. You want to take down Tiffany the Ripper. You want to be with your love./em He the hell was that? Where did that come from?/em The sound of a door shutting brought him back to the real world and out of his thoughts. Josh was gone. He'd run as soon as Charles gave him the chance and never looked back until he was clear of the whole building. He got in the car and drove straight towards the police station./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Charles stayed in the hall by the door wondering where the thought of love had come from when he heard Margret and her sister heading the opposite way. He watched which way they went and when he could no longer see them, entered the room. The first thing he did was run to the bed he saw them at. The sheets were bloody and he feared that he had both missed his chance and lost his love./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Ignoring the mixed emotions and confusion, he lifted the blanket away from the body, ready to shoot if it moved. He saw the open corpse of a young girl and most of her organs. emShe went back to taking things… She's not just killing anymore, but back at robbing body parts… Good girl./em/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Charles was starting to get dizzy. He could feel a black out coming on but he fought it. A sudden headache caused him to sit on the bed that was beside the corpse and close his eyes in pain. Cool hands came and took hold of his face, drawing it up and making him lay back. The hands were gentle as they took his and moved them to his hips. New thoughts came and he felt like he was alert in a dream./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Memories of being with Tiffany in the holding cell, being beside her as she talked about her career choice, holding her close in the padded room, watching her type on the laptop he brought her, and painting a message in his living room./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"The confusion was back again. A stronger headache and thoughts that made sense. emI didn't paint my room, she did. I don't love her, I want her dead. Who's touching me?/em He tried to open his eyes but the cool hand closed them again. His arms were heavy and the headache was blinding but he wanted to know. All his energy went into moving the hand away to see. Tiffany let him win and see her face./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"The simple knowledge that it was her nearly knocked him out of the bed. He rolled over and landed hard on the floor. She quickly helped him up but he fled again. The harder he tried to get away the less ground he covered. The thoughts of happiness and pride of being with her, the memories of sitting next to her as she typed their story continued to crash over him. Pulsing headaches came with the part of him that he thought he was and peace came with the part of him that he never knew about./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Tiffany was in her jumpsuit and standing before him, extending a hand to help him up. He took it and was lifted out of his pain./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Feeling better yet?" her voice was concerned and loving. She looked in his eyes and touched his forehead with the back of her hand./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Much better. I remember everything. I understand that I was chasing myself…The two halves of me are one now. I can think clearly." Charles hugged her close and she smiled./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Hey, love? The story that you were writing, about us, where is it?" He whispered in her ear, still holding her tight./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""On the computer. Why?" She tried to pull away but found she couldn't. Charles tightened his grip around her with one arm and grabbed a scalpel with his other. He changed his grip to her hair, pulled her head back, and sliced her throat./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Laying her gently on the ground I, Charles, whispered my reply, "I want to add some of my side to it. Just to make sure that people know the truth about you and me." Then I kissed her head, stood up, and went to her room./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I found the laptop and searched for the file. She had titled it 'Ripper Love' and dedicated it to herself and the insane half of me. The part that allows me to sit here and type the end of her story with no conscience. I thought that it wasn't true enough, the new title, strongemTwisted/em/strong./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Then I sat on her bed and began to edit the story, inserting my thoughts and feelings to make it more real and honest./p