Chapter 21
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3rd Person POV*
Business at the Chicago Police Station had been relatively slow lately, with the exception of a mysterious fire at a college condo nearby. Crime had been mostly under control, so all cops were left to do was hide behind bushes in their cars, in an attempt to catch people speeding.
Dean Ambrose's older brother, Roman, was at the office now and bored out of his mind. His laptop had broken a week ago, so he had nothing to pass the time with. "Hmm, I wonder if Dean would let me borrow his?" he asked himself out loud as he traveled down the hall to his younger brother's office door, which happened to be locked. He knew right away that he was with the guys right now.
He took the key out of his pocket, unlocked the door, grabbed the laptop, and left quickly because he was so excited to get on a computer. And in his excitement, he absent-mindedly left the door slightly open, and definitelyunlocked.
A couple of hours later, most of the cops had gone home considering it was already close to 8:30 and the chances of something exhilarating happening were very slim. One of the only officers left was a young officer named John Morrison. He had been looking for his 'big break' in the business, and little did he know, he'd get just that tonight.
"Hey Morrison, can you drop this off at Dean Ambrose's office?" one of the sergeants asked.
He nodded his head and took the stack of paper work to the office. He turned the lights on and cautiously walked inside the room. As he set the stack down on the desk, an opened file marked URGENT was lying across the desk. "Why would he leave something so important like this unattended to?" John asked as he sat down in the chair and examined the file.
It was a 911 report from a girl named Celeste Bonin. She said that her and her friend were kidnapped, and that her friend was still stuck with the kidnappers. There were five unusual names listed that were clearly aliases, and the alleged leader of the group had hisrealname listed next to his alias. How could he leave something so urgent lying around?
Without hesitation, John collected the entire file and ran to the sergeant, his boss. "Sergeant Cena!" John shouted as he ran rapidly down the hall, almost knocking down two people in the process.
"Holy crap, what is it Morrison?!"
"I found this file completely unattended to in Sergeant Ambrose's office! It's urgent and there is a girl in danger!" Cena quickly took the file from his subordinate and read through it.
"Dear God, we need to get on this ASAP!" He called in an entire squad, and for the first time in a long time, the station had something important to handle, and they were well prepared.
Jay lethal's POV*
I don't know what I should do. I haven't called the police again, because Kaitlyn told me that she took care of that already, and I'm guessing that those sick bastards must've known that she told on them because that's why they killed her! It must've been a living hell for her to die that way, not only because it's such a slow death…but because of her dad's death too.
I wish I could've done something to save her, but I was much too late. If only I had gotten there ten minutes sooner, then she could've come over here and the house would have burned down without her in it. The only information that I had on them was their license plate number. It looked like a normal plate, which you might think could be hard to memorize, but it's been pounding in my head nonstop ever since I saw it.
Ihaveto go to the police station, even if my information doesn't help…at least I'll get to find out the status of how the search is coming. I already fucked up and let one of my best friends die, and I'm not going to make the same mistake twice.
Without any thought at all, I sped all the way to the police station…and the odd thing was, of all the places where there are usually cops trying to be sneaky, there were no cops. Since when? Well, obviously I sure wasn't complaining, and in fact, I just pushed down harder on the accelerator. Once I arrived at the station, the entire parking lot was almost filled with cars and news reporters. What the hell?
I pushed my way past the massive bodies of people until I reached the center. "Excuse me, I have information on the kidnapping case regarding –," I would start to say, but no one could orwouldlisten to me. I noticed a megaphone nearby, grabbed it, and stood up on a chair.
"Hey, everyone, shut the hell up for a minute!" I shouted into it, gathering everyone's attention.
"Who are you?!"
"What are you doing up there?"
"Listen to me, I'm Jamar Shipman. I'm friends with April Mendez and Celeste Bonin. April is the girl who's stuck with the kidnappers and Celeste is the girl who called the report in and who…dy-died in the fire." That got everyone's undivided attention, so I continued. " Celeste supplied you with the names of the criminals, but I have something that might help trace the location…their license plate!"
"Hey, come over here Mr. Shipman! We could use your information," someone shouted from the other side of the room. I eagerly set down the megaphone and ran across the room to meet the man who called me over.
I quickly told him the license plate number and together we sat down at a computer and utilized the police's license database. "Should we look it up under this 'Phil Brooks' name?" he asked. I thought about it for a minute, and then decided to give my opinion.
"No, knowing them that would be the obvious choice, and they would do anything but the obvious. Just check the plate itself and see who or where it's attached to."
He nodded, seeing logic in my reasoning and typed the numbers in. The search came up under the name of Bob Hunter, who was about 45 years old and was murdered about 3 years ago. The van was registered in his name, and his house was out in the middle of nowhere…off of some highway, where, supposedly, no one would ever dream of living.
"That's the perfect place for them to hide, huh?" the guy said. "Good work, son. You're a smart guy," he told me after he printed off the address and other info.
"Thanks. But could you please save my friend."
"It's my job, of course I will."
I waited around at the station, not really wanting to leave until there was a break through of some sort. "Sergeant Cena," some cop said, approaching me and the sergeant guy. "We have some disturbing information. We ran some of these aliases by police stations nearby, and some of them recall the names, claiming that they were supposedly responsible for the murders of nearly 20-30 females in the past 3 years. We called the corresponding hospitals and morgues, and all the records checked out – the girls were all raped and then killed." The sergeant stared wide-eyed at the cop, who apparently still hadmoreto say.
"Also, on each of the victims, there was what looked like a Snake tattooed onto their lower backs…well it wasn't a tattoo. It was carved into their skin. The police only thought it was a tattoo because the blood wasblacklike ink."
"Is there some kind of name for this 'Snake' symbol?"
"Um, they call it some kind of 'VIPER' or something."
Something then clicked in my head as I wrote out the letters and numbers of the plate number: SPITFIRE. "Look!" I shouted, pointing at the plate number I just wrote, "It spells out ' ANACONDA,' in a way."
"Holy shit," the sergeant gasped. "It really is the same guys then. Wow, I've never seen a case progress so quickly in the right direction." Those words really did give me a sense of relief. I knew that these guys will Find April. I justknowit!
Normal POV*
For once in a long time, the assholes decided to leave me alone, because they were too busy getting drunk in the other room. I haven't had anything to eat at all since that one day that CM Punk poisoned my food. And it's beginning to show – I know I probably weigh less than a hundred pounds by now, and probably look anorexic. I haven't had anything to drink in a couple of days, and my throat was so sore that I could barely swallow.
They told me to stay seated until they get back, but they can't possibly get mad at me for getting a fucking glass of water. Slowly, I clutched the armrest trying my best to stand up in the least painful way. Once I was standing, I quickly limped over to the kitchen, reached up into the cabinet for a glass, and leaned up against the counter for support as I filled the cup and guzzled it down. In fact, it almost all went in one entire sip, so I filled it up again. It tasted so great and refreshing, and I never would have thought that I would have loved the taste of water so much like this.
"Where the hell did she go?!" I heard Dolph yell from the other room. Before I could yell back to tell them to calm down, someone already stormed into the kitchen. It was Bryan. Shit.
"And what do you think you're doing?" he asked, glaring at me with his arms crossed across his chest.
I held my half full glass up, but in case that wasn't a good enough explanation for him, I said, "I just came in here for a glass of water…"
"And who said you could do that?"
"Uh I did, because if I didn't I would probably die before you guys even got the chance to kill me, and I don't think that would make you very happy," I replied, trying to sound innocent…but it probably sounded drenched with sarcasm.
"Oh really?" he asked, walking toward me and snatching the glass out of my hand. "I don't appreciate your assertiveness."
Without a real reason or warning, he threw the damn glass right at my face with such force that it shattered, yes,shatteredonto my face, sending water and glass all over my face. My face felt like it was on fire, despite being drenched in cool water. The shards of glass were so tiny, that they hurt that much more. I fell to the ground without much thought, I couldn't stand up anymore. I screamed out so loud that I'm surprised the damn glass on the window didn't break.
"What did we miss?" Cabana shouted excitedly as he and Punk ran into the room, practically laughing at me and all the glass pieces digging into my face.
"Well, it looks like we can't leave you alone anymore," Punk sighed, pulling me up roughly by the arm, and dragging me into the living room.
"Hurry up, the news is almost on!" Dolph said once we all filed into the room. Since when do they watch the news?
"We have two rather important stories tonight, ladies and gentlemen. And, oddly enough, they are related to each other. First off, the mysterious fire at the college condo that happened about two days ago. Celeste Bonin, a freshman at the college, had been kidnapped along with her friend April Mendez, by a gang of five men. She was released, while her friend was still stuck there. Upon the night of her arrival home, her house burst into flames, with her trapped inside. But here's where it gets interesting, folks – there was no body found inside the house after the firemen and paramedics searched the place. This doesn't make sense – considering objects such as the wooden cabinets and paper shades, which burn quite easily, were still recognizable. Therefore, a body would not burn away completely, it should still be recognizable. Could this possibly mean that Miss Celeste is still alive somehow? Police are currently conducting a search to see if they can find her, and we will have an update on this story as it progresses. Now over to Mike with our second story of the night."
"Thanks Jill. Our second story tonight focuses more on the five men involved in the fire. Thanks to a source, who chooses to remain anonymous, we have been able to trace the location of these men's hideout. Furthermore, in other nearby counties of Chicago, police have put together pieces of a puzzle that officially link these men to the deaths of about 20 females in the past 3 years, all of which had a ' anaconda ' carved into their lower backs. The names of these men or only aliases, but they are: CM Punk, Bryan Daniels, Dolph Ziggler, Colt Cabana, and The Miz. If you have any further information, please contact your local station."
The room was deathly silent after the report and during the commercials. I was stuck between Daniels and Punk, and was very uncomfortable, but at the same time relieved because it sounds like there is a chance for Kaitlyn's survival and I know that Jay went to the police, and now they really are coming to save me.
Suddenly, a hand quickly tangled itself within my greasy hair and pulled me up to my feet in the blink of an eye. "Who the fuck did you tell?!" CM Punk screamed at me.
I really was shaking, I was that scared. "I-I didn't tell any-anyone, I swear. How would I ever have the time?!"
"LIAR!" he shouted, pushing my face hard into the wall nearby, which of course dug the glass shards evendeeper. The whole right side of my face grew numb in seconds, and yet again, I screamed out in pain.
"Who would have possibly known anything about us besides that other bitch, who is long gone and dead now?!"
"How should I know?!" I replied, with my breathing growing very shallow. They don't know about Jay, I don't think, and no matter what they do to me, I won't let them know about him.
"Wait a minute," Dolph said, "what about that dude that was chasing us out in the street, who just stopped all of a sudden…the one who lived right across the street from Kaitlyn's place. He was also the guy who was with Kaitlyn the day we broke into their house."
Shadows thought about it for a minute and said, "Hey, you're right! He could've talked to the bitch before she died and she could have told him information!"
"Oh really?" CM Punk asked, smirking evilly as he released my hair and let me fall to the ground. "Well, I have a plan in that case. It looks like since the cops are gonna be on to us, we're gonna have to make this faster than planned, but that's alright. Dolph and Miz, you two go take care of this new guy. Daniels, Colt, and I will stay here and deal with this little bitch. Once the two of them are dead, we'll get the hell out of this house and start over somewherenew."
Dolph smirked as he stood up grabbing a knife on his way to the door while Miz followed solemnly behind.
"No, please don't kill Jay," I whispered, through my tears. I didn't think they would've heard me.
"Oh, so you reallydidknow who told the cops about us, huh? Hmm, April I really don't appreciate you lying to me," CM Punk snickered as he kicked me as hard as he could in my ribs.
The last things I heard before passing out were all of their demented laughs the sickening crack of a broken rib. I wish I could just die right here…I don't even want to know what they're going to have waiting for me when I wake up.