The Darkness Inside {Staine x Bunny}

[Staine]

Nikolaus sat patiently, waiting for the man to wake. Always careful, he had of course brought his own folding chair, one of the many tools of his 'trade' so to speak, along with the restraints he had used. Plastic wrap to secure him to the table which had in turn been covered in the stuff so that no trace evidence ever touched it's surface. Plastic sheeting had been meticulously hung around the room to create a secure field, to catch the blood that would no doubt be present in copious amounts before long. It was a part of the same ritual he always undertook, his own secret to success, to his ongoing freedom over the course of the last decade.

Nikolaus had known for a long time that he wasn't like others. Even as a child he was often bored, finding little pleasure in the same pursuits his peers enjoyed. Sports seemed like a pointless expenditure of energy for little gain, people didn't really hold much interest for him, there was in all honesty nothing that could quite grip him. A darkness inside him he had struggled to fit in, ever the outcast among the other students in every grade, standing out as 'weird'. Kids being kids, they had picked up on it, singled him out to bully, to poke fun at him, to whisper behind his back. The strange, quiet boy who kept to himself. No feelings, no emotion. The first sign, the first spark of feeling had been when he had been pushed too far, when one boy had sought to corner him, a bully in every sense of the word. Nikolaus had tried to walk past him, only to have his path blocked. When a hand had been laid on him he had grabbed the boys wrist, pulled his arm behind his back and both had tumbled to the floor. No training, nothing but determination and cold calculation had given him the upper hand, and a willingness to hurt the other far more. The boy's arm had been broken, and in his cries of pain, his tears and his begging Nikolaus had felt...something. The first rising of his implacable need, the desire to end the boy's life and see if that feeling was stronger was overwhelming, he had to do it, he would have right there without intervention. It had all been over too quickly as they had been pulled apart by nearby strangers, and the police had been called. That's when he had met her.

A plain clothes police officer had questioned him, spoken to him, determined he needed a psychiatric evaluation and sent him to see her was the first that saw something other than the strange, quiet boy, saw the darkness that made it's home inside him. She questioned him on whether he had hurt animals or felt a desire to, on his likes, his dislikes, his boredom, his feelings, and he had seen the tears when she had realised what he was, even before he had known what a psychopath was. By all rights she should have revealed him for what he was, as was her job, she should have sent him to receive treatment, for further evaluation or at least recorded the details and ensured the authorities knew what he was in case any ever died around him, yet she didn't. Something made her decide upon another path. Determining that eventually he would kill, she chose to redirect his aim. She taught him. His parents told he had minor but fixable issues with social situations she saw him several times a week and taught him how to hide what he was better, and that while he would eventually be overtaken by his urges he could direct them towards those that deserve it instead. Other lessons, those in self defence, in science, she gave him all the knowledge he would need about how the police operated and together they came up with methods to avoid detection. He threw himself into his schoolwork, science helped temper his urges until he was in college and he overheard a man talking about drugging another student, raping her, about how she wasn't the first, wouldn't be the last. The boy would be his first kill, all of the lessons he had learned being used to make him disappear. One less rapist in the world, and many less victims, not that he did it for them, not truly. When he told his mentor what he had done, how he had disposed of the body using the boat his father had left him, and what his victim had done he couldn't quite understand her reaction. Was she happy, or horrified? His understanding of human emotion had progressed a lot under her tutelage but he still wasn't able to read a person's mind, and her words had seem careful, calculated, yet she had not betrayed him, no police came for him as weeks passed and he found his next victim, the urge a thousand times stronger than it had been now that he had a taste.

His victim stirred.

"Finally...I should have used a smaller dosage, but no matter. You're awake now." He stepped closer to the heavily restrained man on the table, gagged and struggling, panic in his eyes. "You're probably wondering why you're here, Dwayne, but if you look this way you'll see it all, you'll see everything..." He turned the man's head to the side with one hand, towards the 5 photographs of corpses he had taken in his morgue; as the police coroner, Nikolaus had all the access to dead bodies he needed, and the ability to hide evidence when he found a target he would like to pursue. The girls were all aged between 16 and 22, young, all of similar appearance and alone in the country, tourists, visitors...all taken and repeatedly raped and beaten over the course of days, perhaps weeks before being killed. Spermicide had been used to hide the killer's DNA and care had been used to destroy as much evidence as possible but there had been enough. A trace of a sedative used, and on one a touch of dna where she had been bitten shortly before death. The dental records had shown nothing but the DNA he had hoarded, kept from the police and it had led them here, to Dwayne. "Five girls...what you did to them was horrific, was it not? The suffering they must have gone through, for days, weeks, just to satisfy your perverse desires. I admit I know the temptation, I have a few myself, but they were innocent, they hadn't even had the time to make mistakes in life. At least when I indulge myself it's on those that deserve it, people like you...and as appealing as it seems, never rape."

Reaching for his tools, Nikolaus selected a long but slender blade, and lifted it with both hands in full view of Dwayne, blade pointed down towards his heart. "Sometimes I give my prey their final words, to explain to me why they did what they did, but you...I think it's not hard to discern your motive. Nobody will find your body, and I suspect nobody will miss you. Think of the girls, their fear in their last moments, and experience it for yourself." He waited, seconds passed, almost a minute as he let his victim truly savour what was about to happen, let his own need grow till it was ravenous...then he brought the knife down with all his strength, straight into his heart. A soft sigh of satisfaction escaped his lips as he closed his eyes, both hands still on the blade. Another minute passed before he pulled the knife free and cleaned the blade, carefully putting it away and grabbing his bonesaw. He had a lot of work to do to clean up.

 

[Bunny]

The first time she'd seen him it had been by chance. That singular moment though had changed her. Walking through the graveyard on her way home, the moonless night warm and balmy Everly had taken her time as she picked through the headstones, her bare feet curling in the grass growing wild. After a long day in the office, this was how she unwound. No one bothered her here, graveyards were places of death and scary stories. Though, she had always thought the 'place of death' was foolish. This was the dead's resting place, but hardly anyone died in the cemetery. No, once they were brought to this hallowed ground, they had already expired. The cemetery was more for the living and their comfort than the dead. It had been the flicker of a shadow that had caught her eye movement in the otherwise still environment. The tall frame had been confusing at first glance until she pieced it together. He carried another man on his shoulder.

He should have moved slowly or cautiously and yet he didn't. The confidence almost radiated from him. Standing in the deeper shadows of a tree, her ruby eyes tracked him through the maze of stone. He'd parked? near the back of the cemetery, yet he headed to the newer section where they still buried bodies. Odd. Carefully she'd followed him, trying her best to stay unknown to him. Like a kitten wrought with curiosity she'd followed. What came next only increased her curiosity. He'd already made this trek it seemed, as the body was dumped into a freshly dug grave. A shovel leaned against another tombstone, her attention drawn to it as he turned to start burying him. Lips parted, Everly knew she should have been scared, disgusted or alerting the cops... None of those feelings surfaced though. Lips parted, breathing a little quicker, she couldn't help the attraction she felt for the man. In the darkness, her eyes well adjusted she could see he was handsome. His shirt hair black, much like her own. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, toned. He was disposing of evidence.. clever really. Who was he though? Crooked cop? A killer for hire? Serial killer? Someone who had made a grave mistake? It mattered not.

What she had witnessed stirred something primal in her. A need to be closer to him.

Everly followed him back to his car. His license plate was taken down and that.. was how it began...

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Months had passed, though there wasn't a day that she didn't see him. While she kept her distance and didn't dig too much, she knew a bit about him. His name was Nikolaus and he was a doctor/coroner for the police. She of course knew his car.. but these things were secondary to what drew her to him. This superficial, perfect exterior was not what appealed. No, it was that destructive, sadistic side that she wanted to see more of. Normally Everly watched him from the distance, unable to get closer to him. She fell in love with the care he took. To cover his tracks, to hide what he was.. But she wanted to see him in his element. The raw, honest side of himself when he let himself go. Each time Everly told herself this time she'd watch him work. Throw caution to the wind. She never did though. There was a fear that he wouldn't live up to her expectations; that she'd built him up in her mind and he'd fail her. There was perhaps a small fear of his reaction.. While she knew death was an option it was oddly not that she feared. Not at his hands.. Not that she was sure he wouldn't kill her if she showed herself... But rather she was not afraid of dying at his hands.

This time. Always this time and finally she had decided to follow through. It was always the same place, but she'd never had the courage. Tonight, she did. They were high in the hills, woods surrounding them. She was standing on a log pile. She'd seen as his knife had plunged into the man's chest, watched as the man's eyes had widened. Her own had flickered to Nikolaus the way his own lips parted, the quickening of his breath as the light had faded from his eyes. Biting her lower lip, she gave a small whimper. He was... perfect.

 

[Staine]

It was so very freeing. As he'd grown older, as he'd been taught to track and how to determine real criminals from the innocent, how to detect the worst of the worst by the police officer that had helped him it hadn't been enough. There was always that pull that he'd had to fight, that felt caged within him. Something not quite right was inside him, something that made him violent, and keeping it under control was such an intense struggle that it had been the truest form of respect he could give to Sarah, the one who had taught him. As days and weeks passed the memory of breaking that boy's arm, how easy it had been to overpower the larger boy and how brittle and fragile the bone had seemed as he'd twisted his arm...even then he'd known there was something wrong with him, something trying to tear it's way out. He'd gotten into a few other fights, these ones he had always provoked, he'd even stopped shy of breaking any bones so as not to disappoint the woman who was giving him a chance to live with this and not locking him up and throwing away the key, but in truth they barely took the edge off his desires to hurt, to kill, the overwhelming instincts of a predator.

When he'd finally taken that first victim, took his first life...it was the first time in years that he'd felt the beast soothe, that he'd been able to go more than an hour without hearing it growl in his mind, without it trying to tear and rend. He'd breathed out then, his breath shaky and he'd come to the realisation that he could never stop, that this was the only way to satisfy him, to keep it at bay. It had been over a decade since that first kill, he no longer had Sarah to watch over him, to guide him but he followed the path she had set for him. He didn't feel remorse, none of those he killed were worth it in his mind, and nobody seemed to suspect what was inside him, he was otherwise a rather charming man, he laughed, he smiled...most of it was fake, the epitome of the old saying 'fake it till you make it,' but it worked. He'd even managed to learn what Sarah had never discovered not long after turning 20, and he'd hidden it from her but it explained so much...that voice inside him, the urges, the desires....it had been a revelation that night that it had all been unleashed. It had been like a key finally unlocking deep in his chest when it had truly awoken and the rush had taken days to come down from. His biggest secret, even more so than what he did to his victims...but he had to be even more careful with that one. The man on his table now...he hadn't been worth it, and the cravings were not yet strong enough. Not for that.

He wiped away the blood from his blade as he reached for his bonesaw when he heard the sound. A whimper, a feminine voice. Most wouldn't have heard it, it was so faint that if he were anybody else, if he were normal it would have gone unnoticed...but Niklaus wasn't normal. His head swivelled, locking on to the window, eyes narrowed as he spotted the face there, watching him. A witness...somebody had found his kill room, his cabin in the mountains. Somebody had found him. For the first time in his life he felt his heart racing from something other than the thrill of the hunt and the kill...Niklaus didn't make connections like other people, for him his life, his job, his friends, they were all a means to an end, a camouflage to hide what he truly was from the world, to hide the monster, but the thought of losing it made him feel...uneasy. He could imagine what his friends would feel seeing him in cuffs, having to question him on the disappearances, the looks on their faces. Even if he didn't feel much for them he felt something. He didn't want that, he couldn't let it happen. He rushed for the cabin door, for once in his life not caring about the blood splattered on his face as he moved faster than any normal man could have. Out of the door he turned to the wood pile she had been standing on, quickly locating the pretty girl and dashing after her, grabbing her from behind, his arm around her throat, the knife blade pressed flat against her rib so she would know it was there as he choked her. Even with his heart racing like this his voice was calm, smooth, only slightly trembling from the adrenaline and excitement. "Who are you, girl? Why are you spying on me?"

Now he had a problem. She didn't fit...she hadn't done anything wrong, anything evil...killing her wouldn't just be taking out the trash, cleaning up the world...not unless he could think of some way to make her the villain, or unless she had some skeletons of her own...but he could scare her. He dragged her back to the cabin and through the door, pressure still on her throat, choking her. "You shouldn't have come here...you know what I have to do to you now, don't you?" He brought his knife up and slammed it down, sticking it into the table as he shoved her towards the corner of the room. There was no way out but past him, there was his murder weapon on the table, another selection of knives much closer to her. Take one, he thought...come at me...if it's in self defence, it wouldn't be breaking the rules he lived by, the rules he felt compelled to follow.

 

[Bunny]

There was more to her object of desire than she knew, but it wouldn't have changed a single thing. It was more than the sum of his parts that had attracted her to him. Her eyes lingered on him, a dreamy look in them. The spin of a head had not been expected. Their eyes met and she gave a small gasp of surprise. That was all that was needed for her precarious footing to give way and she tumbled off the pile of logs. Her cry was louder than anything else thus far, her face vanishing from the window with surprise on her features. She missed him exiting the building as she rose slowly, rubbing at her tailbone, wincing. "Graceful Everly.. Graceful" Her words were soft, as she spoke to herself and herself alone. Hands brushed the debris from her fishnets a soft frustrated sigh. He'd seen her, clearly. She could only imagine he was coming out to confront her. It wasn't how she'd wanted to meet him. Sure enough she felt one strong arm wrap around her neck, cutting off her air a touch as the sharpness of blade pressed against her ribs. She couldn't help the pout that appeared on her lips.

Everly hadn't any idea of how she'd meet him, properly meet him for the first time. This hadn't been the plan though. Still, she could make the best of this, right? She leaned back against him, her lashes lowering. Mmm he was so warm and it made her want to purr like a kitten. His arm tightened around her neck even as she'd leaned into him and she didn't mind. He'd always taken her breath away, so what if it was a physical cause now? "I am not spying." A bit of a lie, but to her spying meant something else. That there was some ulterior motive.. that she was gaining the information for someone beyond herself. "I'm Everly." She'd wanted to say his name, but even Everly knew there was a limit to the crazy you show someone. Even if her general idea was a bit off... He pulled her closer to him as he began to drag her backwards. There was no resistance, but she turned her head slightly, inhaling his scent. There was the clear tang of blood... coppery and slightly sweet. There was a brightness though, something citrusy.. richness of something woodsy and then the warmth of vanilla. Gods above, he smelled good...

Any words that she might have said at his demand, were unable to be voiced, her airflow compressed a bit too much. Shoved away from him as the knife was embedded in the table she gave a small gasp and lifted a hand to her throat, her hand cupping it slightly, fingers brushing along the tender flesh. Lips parted and she looked up at him, as she leaned against the wall. She didn't feel scared as she watched him, her eyes large. Her eyes slowly drifted away from him to take in the room. She'd only been focused on him, but inside, she wanted to take it all in. Near her were blades and she ran a finger down the edge of one blade, lifting the now bloody finger to her lips she sucked it as she wandered about the room. She didn't come near him as she walked along the wall, she moved closer to the body and she peered down at him, her index finger still in her mouth. Slowly she pulled it from her mouth as she spoke. Her voice was soft. "Do you always kill them so quickly? No playing?" Her eyes rose to meet his, there was no fear, just an almost innocent curiosity.

She moved toward the Axe and she touched the tip of the handle, before standing where he had been when he'd caught her looking. She looked up at the window before looking back at him. "Was he a bad man, Nikolaus?" His name was a soft purr of sound as she moved back toward him. Her hips swayed slightly, the short dark shorts hugging her hips.. the corset like top was flattering, though it was clear she was cold, little goosebumps rising along her arms and legs. Everly hadn't been able to 100% work out his choices when it came to his victims... but she had sort of pieced it together they had all been bad people... Stopping just before him she rose on her toes, a finger reaching out to wipe a drop of blood from his cheek. She wiped it on her shorts. "Had some blood there.." She flashed him a sweet smile.

 

[Staine]

As Nikolaus dragged the girl into the room, his mind was spinning, searching for excuses he could give, reasons as to why he had been seen killing a man, the tools he had to butcher the body, the ritualistic way he performed such a grizzly task with pictures of girls all around where the 'victim' could see them despite being so heavily restrained. All of this would take one hell of a good explanation and even then it had to be good for the girl, not just for him. He had to somehow give her enough reason to not go to the police, but his mind was already going over the scenario of what would happen if she did go and report him. He had many friends on the force, he worked closely with them, drank with them, went to their parties, their homes...Nikolaus had a natural edge there in that if it came down to her word vs his word he would have the advantage but that alone didn't guarantee him safety. Questions would be raised, and once they looked into the person currently laying dead on his table they might find that he wasn't the only criminal, suspected or otherwise...that had gone missing in the past decade. Nikolaus had killed at least one person every other month since he became a coroner and a few, more messy kills before that. The bodies would never be found, not unless the bodies he had hidden them beneath where exhumed and a lot of them had never been reported missing, the people close to them just thankful to have a monster out of their lives, completely unaware they had fallen prey to a bigger monster. The apex predator of their city. Unfortunately, a lot of them had hidden their crimes so well that they had fooled their loved ones, and reports had been filed, there was a growing number of missing persons in his police department that simply were never found...he often liked to look at the list, smiling at his victim's files. They may have fooled their loved ones, but Nikolaus? No, he was able to look places they couldn't, he could see things they missed. A predator easily recognised similar creatures.

"Everly..." He repeated her name slowly. Cute, but that wasn't really going to save her from him. Was he really going to kill her? Nikolaus didn't know for sure what he was going to do just yet as he watched the girl closely, rubbing her throat where he had choked her as she composed herself. That was the strangest thing...she wasn't freaking out, wasn't panicking, if anything he was panicking more then she was and he'd always been numb to such things, one of his greatest strengths was that he didn't feel or think like ordinary people, he could remain calm in situations like these, and he was...but so was she. His eyes narrowed as he watched her run her finger along one of his knives, not going for the bait he'd left for her...so no self defence for him. Her question met silence and the curious gaze of his continued...what was this girl? She wasn't reacting how he'd expect, it was like she was happy to be where she was, in the clutches of a monster, in the wolves den. Was she a killer too? If she was, that would solve his problem, he could kill her too, she would match his code, it would fit, it was nice and clean...that would be perfect. He took a step towards her.

Then...she said his name.

He froze. There was no fear, no panic...he had evolved beyond such things in his own mind, it was why she was still alive to even say his name, any other killer would have already silenced her. No...he froze because it didn't make sense. To Nikolaus everything had to fit, it had to be neat and tidy, no loose ends, no risks...it was how he had managed to do what he did for so long. This girl...she didn't fit. He didn't answer her question. "How do you know my name?" Come to think of it, he'd been lost in thought for her other question too, she'd asked if he always killed them quickly. He stepped even closer to her. "No...no playing, not unless they know something I don't...this one, I knew everything...all of his crimes...I had no need to extract information from him..." He would have elaborated, but she reached out to his cheek, a droplet of blood on her fingertip as she pulled it back. Not once did he think to stop her, he wasn't in danger and he was no longer thinking of how to explain a witness to those at the department. Now he was thinking of her...was she going to be his next kill? There was something very off about her, that much was clear. "Yes, they are all bad...I don't kill good people, but I could make an exception for you, so unless you want to join him you need to explain yourself." As always when challenged, the darkness inside him wanted to be let out, tired of being restrained...it was never easy to control it, the longer he went without a kill the harder it became, it was one reason why he could never stop but to be so riled up so soon after a kill was unusual. He growled softly, suddenly pushing her back into the corner, stepping close to block her path. "Were you following me? How do you know my name...and what do you want? Tell me now, or..." It was mostly an empty threat...that damn code, the sense of righteousness in his actions wouldn't let him kill an innocent, but he could imprison her, look into her. If she had killed before...she would be worthy of his blade.

 

[Bunny]

He said her name and she gave a soft smile; her name coming from his lips gave her a thrill. She'd known his name for a while and now he knew hers. Granted, this wasn't how she'd intended to meet him. She hadn't worked that bit out yet and Everly could only imagine how tense he was right now. If she took a moment, Everly would have been freaking out in his position. She wasn't going to focus on that, she was meeting the object of her desire for the first time. She was going to enjoy it. Taking a moment to look at the picture of the girls he'd put up, she closed her eyes, giving a silent prayer of sorts that they were in a better place now. She looked back to the dead man and her lip curled in disgust. He'd done the world a service. He'd asked her a question and she blinked a moment, going back in time within her mind. "I looked you up." She gave a small shrug and canted her head to the side. "So, it is the kill you need."

She lifted a brow and giggled, actually giggled. "But I am not a bad person." This was the absolute truth. She didn't make it a habit of stalking or anything. He was her first and likely her only. There had just been something about him. "Explain myself?" What did he want her to tell him? She was trying to figure out just how to answer him when he growled and stepped into her path. Herding her back into the corner. Her back bumped against the wall and her lips parted, a touch exited. "Yes." The answer was easy. "For a while now." She knew this wasn't the best way to handle this, but she wanted to soothe him. Wanted to kiss him. "I looked you up, I told you." She leaned against the wall, her head tipping back so she could meet his eyes. "You." This answer was simple too, yet her cheeks burned brightly as she admitted it.

"I saw you, a few months back. disposing of a body." Her hand moved from her side and she motioned at the body behind him. "Someone like him, I suppose. I am not sure why, but the care you took, hiding the evidence.. Then finding you worked for the police. The sort of people who have gone missing. I was drawn to you." This was too much info, he would turn her away and she gave a soft sigh. "I have never seen you kill and just worked up the courage to peek today. I hadn't intended to get caught." That was the truth at least. Toying with one strap holding her fishnets up, she sighed softly again, looking down. "I am not going to tell anyone. You honestly are helping us all. Taking out monsters like them." Finally she looked up at him again, her eyes sad, her cheeks burning. He wouldn't accept her. Hell, she wouldn't be in his place.

So.. that begged the question. "What now?"

 

[Staine]

"You...looked me up?" Nikolaus wasn't under the delusions that he was completely untraceable but he took a strange pride in what he did, he was careful, he didn't rush...to be told that she had found him through such a simple action as looking him up bothered him. He was a monster, yes, but he was a tidy, well organised monster. "I don't believe you. Tell me how you found me, tell me what I did wrong." His voice was still steady, still calm as he tried to stay in control of the situation. Truth be told, he wasn't a true psychopath...emotion wasn't something that ruled him but he had felt them before, he wasn't completely blank. Her question seemed to him to be an attempt to distract him but he wouldn't allow it. When she said she wasn't a bad person, that irritated him...he didn't like that this girl seemed to be able to get to him like this, he had felt more emotion in the last five minutes than he'd felt in the last year. "If you weren't a bad person, wouldn't you have reported me? Why would you be watching." He looked down at her, at what she was wearing. There was no place to hide any equipment. "You have nothing to record me with, you're not gathering evidence...nothing to trap me with. You're following a killer but you didn't bring a weapon, at least none that I can see."

Finally, once he'd backed her into a corner she started to answer him, first it was a simple 'yes', but it became more as she started to talk. He thought back as she did so to his last couple of kills. He would usually scout out the graveyard he would dump his bodies in, he liked to hide them in freshly dug graves, a few feet under where a coffin would soon be lowered. Nobody would ever find those bodies unless the body on top of it was exhumed, something which only happened very rarely. Even if a body was found there was no way for them to know which others had a body hidden beneath them, no need to even suspect it was a dumping ground for a monster like him unless they found more than one. Statistically, it was very unlikely. Had he gotten sloppy? He had walked around the graveyard, looked to ensure there were no witnesses, nobody had ever seen him dumping a body, he even used night vision goggles so that he didn't need a light source. "I search for witnesses before I ever dump a body...if you were there I would have seen you." Obviously he was wrong, she had seen him and it was more like he was trying to convince himself at this point.

Then there was what she wanted. You, she has said. He didn't have the capacity to understand right now, though there was a glimmer of hope. If she was some obsessive, he could manipulate her, he didn't have to kill her, his code would remain unbroken though if he had to kill her...he would. He didn't know how to feel about that...he had never killed anybody that didn't deserve it, but there was the first rule of his code to consider.

Above all else, don't get caught.

When she asked what now he was already reaching for her, grabbing her arm and roughly spinning her round, using his weight to pin her to the wall as he leaned against her and he was reaching for his free arm for the zip-ties he had an abundance of in his pocket. Her arms were pulled behind her and her wrists bound together before he span her round again. Grabbing her hair he dragged her to the other corner and sat her down on a seat there. "Do not move, you're coming with me until I know what to do with you." The words were spoken in the same even tone he usually used as he left her there, starting to clean up. He wrapped the body in plastic wrap after making sure there were no fingerprints, no evidence left and rotating his knife in the wound for several seconds, twisting it both ways to try and distort the wound in case it was found. Once he'd secured the body and carried it out to his truck he went over the room with a UV light to make sure he hadn't missed anything, all with the girl in the corner of the room. Finally, he made sure she had left nothing behind either, including wiping any fingerprints from where she had peeked in. He would be back here...it wasn't like this was a random room, he owned this place but that made it all the more important that he left no trace of his crime here. Grabbing her arm, he led her to his truck. "You're still alive for now, don't tempt me...you're right, I only kill bad people but I can make an exception, getting caught is not an option for me...so do not give me a reason to hurt you."