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Kill... or Play? (Summers and Lord Dakol)

Lord Dakol

Lord Dakol

Supernova
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Jun 28, 2009
Location
California
Christopher

The young man of 24 had been on the trail of the cop for days, though he had already found her on day one, he decided to refrain from killing her; this was uncharacteristic for him, but he figured that he needed a little diversity. Running a hand through his short black hair, Christopher Hunter leaned read an article in the newspaper about his work. No one had seen his face since he started, and so it was how he was able to just sit at the cafe' and drink his coffee without being interrupted. He had knowledge that the cop visited the cafe' every morning in order to get her drink, and so he decided that would be the time to strike.

It was also a great place to scout for new victims. He was mainly interested in young women, but sometimes he was forced to erase men and police that figured too much. This was one of those times; but he still didn't know if he wanted to kill her...

"Choices, choices..." he murmured, his eyes flickering up as his target finally walked in.
 
Roxy

Pushing past the crowd filling the stairs of the subway she have a huff as she reached the top. Seeing her favorite cafe come into sight, for as long at her 23 year old self had become a detective she had always stopped by to grab a cup of Joe from that place. Looking around she rushed across the street her dark hair flying behind her bound tight in her ponytail while she tucked her gun further in the back of her jeans. Opening the door to the cafe she gave the owner a smile, taking her normal seat at the counter. "The usual Mary," she called to the elderly waitress.
 
Christopher continued to read his article, sipping his coffee casually as he seemingly paid no attention to the lightly sweaty, tired girl at the counter. "Detective Roxanne..." he muttered under his breath, reading the name that was printed on the page. She was the lead investigator into his killings, and apparently she didn't like when people didn't call her by her name. Finishing his cup, he stood up and strode over to the counter, setting the cup down as he smiled at the waitress. "Another refill, please," he said politely, sitting down one chair away from Roxy. Opening his paper back up, his began to read the article over again, the headline clearly visible from Roxy's perspective.
 
Roxanne looked over to the man that had sat a seat away from her, he seemed like a normal man with handsome features that seemed to be a good citizen, she gave a shrug to herself. Most of the men she hunted down and locked up seemed like civil men until they showed there true colors to her. Looking over at the paper she noticed that he was reading up on her most demanding case, the one that she had long been trying to pin point and lock down. The criminal being extremely brutal to his victims, going more for young girls that couldn't help themselves. The mere thought of the man made her sick, she gave Mary a sickly smile taking the cup in her hand. "I tell you Mary that bastard is trying my patience, last night we found another one of his victims. The Coroner says that he choked this one and she was only 19. Makes me sick," she offered angrily taking another sip of her coffee.
 
Ah... Ms. Jessica Parker. The way he had ended her life was not his proudest moment; after all, his MO was using his favored knife and slitting their throats. He was forced to choke since she had unfortunately been able to kick the tool out of his hand. He knew that Roxanne was having a hard time finding any clues as to who he was, but he was a perfectionist; no matter what, Christopher only left what he wanted the police to find. Which was, usually, nothing at all.

With a perfect look of surprise, Christopher looked up at Roxanne with widened eyes. "Wait a second... you're Detective Roxanne!" he exclaimed with amazement. "I've been sort of following your case with this killer since the beginning!" he put the paper down, raising his hand towards her to shake. "It's a honor, ma'am." the young man said with an awed smile.
 
Roxanne was taken off by the man's interest in her yes it was true since she had picked up this case the papers had her face all over them. Reports having swapped her in pointless question that she couldn't even answer if she was allowed to, looking over to him with a smile any way she wiped her hand. Her coffee having spilled over it during his exclamation, her body a little jumpy from having been on the prowl for a deadly serial killer. Giving him a warming smile she shook his strong hand noting that his hands were smoothed and tight. "Nice to meet you Mr...?" she trailed off.

She truly didn't know whether she wanted to make small talk with this man, not in the mood to hear the same old question that most asked her. The cafe being the only true place she could relax and take the time to map what the killer would do next.
 
Christopher chuckled sheepishly as the coffee spilled on her hand. "Sorry about that... but I had no idea that you hung out here," he said, his tone settling down into his calm, even stance. As he shook her hand, the feeling of her skin against his made his body shiver gently; interesting...

"Hunter; Christopher Hunter, ma'am," he said, leaning back as he looked at her, then the woman named Mary. "Could you get her a refill? On me?" he asked her politely before looking back at Roxanne.
 
"Really you don't have to," she assured him shaking her hand in refusal to take his offer. Looking down at her cup she smiled at him showing that most of the contents were still in place. "Thank you anyway Chris, can I call you Chris?" she asked not sure whether he wanted to have his full name used in her company.

No sooner had she went back to sipping her cup did her phone go off, picking it up she held it to her ear answering the call. "Green here....you what...okay I'll be down," she stated hanging up. Moving off her seat gathering her coat heading for the door after tossing her money down. "Got to go they got something, Bye Mary, nice meeting you Chris," and with that she was out.
 
The young man nodded, "Of course." he replied, drinking his coffee. As she sipped hers, her phone rang, and Christopher immediately knew it was about the case. With a raised eyebrow as she hung up, his question was answered as she spoke and quickly left. "Nice meeting you too... Roxy..." he whispered quietly. As she left the cafe', Christopher glanced at his watch and faked another surprise. "Crap! I'm late for work. Thanks for the coffee!" he exclaimed, jumping up and finishing his drink before bolting out the door.

He figured that since she was tired and sweaty when she arrived, that she didn't have a car. With a malicious smirk on his lip, he saw her run down the sidewalk and began to following her, making sure she couldn't see him.
 
Roxanne cured the day that her car had given up on her, letting her jacket keep tight around her shoulders she headed for the office. Knowing that it was quiet a ways away she decided that it was best to pace her tired body rather than wear herself all in a couple of blocks. She couldn't believe it, a skin flake a single piece of skin had been lodged in the girls nails and know they had DNA a break through that only made her smile.

Letting that smile slid over her face she kept her brisk jog up the usual feeling that someone was following her ignored due to the happiness she was feeling, the final break through she'd been waiting for in the case.
 
Christopher followed Roxanne closely, making sure to blend in with the crowds of people of using the benches that populated the sidewalk. He wondered silently what they had, and wondered if it was enough to find him. Since he was confident enough, he gave her his real name, knowing that it wouldn't of use to her later. But now he wondered if it was a mistake; oh well, he'll find out in a little while.

The young man could almost feel the happiness radiating off of her body, which he also took notice of her. Her fine curves, substantial breasts and tight ass... This was a feeling and fact that escaped him whenever he researched his target, but she was different...

Soon enough, she reached the office, and Christopher hung back as he watched her enter the building. Being careful, he followed her inside, making sure to avoid her eyes at all costs.
 
Rushing to the lab she waited patiently for the doctor that had found the sample, her heart beating wildly in her chest her nose flaring a little while she breathed. Her hair being brushed back while she noticed Dr.Mark exiting to meet her in the hallway. "Tell me you got something," she asked excitedly to the older gentlemen. "We got something, enough DNA to run by the computer had pick up on any DNA that was in the system. "Yes! Oh this is perfect, even if its not in the system it's easier to ask suspects for DNA than the truth," she smiled looking at her feet.

This was just the news she needed to hear, she had been working so hard on this case and only now had any evidence come forth. Her heart only leaping more while she gave Dr. Mark a quick hand shake. "Well I have a lot to do still, but if any match comes up,"

"I'll let you know," he smiled at her while she rushed away to looking over list of suspect to see who she would go and ask a sample for.
 
Christopher turned around just in time as Roxanne rushed past, clearly overhearing her conversation with the analyst. The young man could walk in and take the evidence, killing the man in the process; but that would take too much time, and besides... this new event was a surprising twist. Following her once again, he watched her closely as she read the list. From what he could see, his name was not there; well, it shouldn't have been since he has never had so much as a parking ticket. But since the DNA sample would turn something up that included his name, he began to ponder on his next course of action.

He could take her to his house, but that wouldn't give him enough time... a hotel, perhaps? Fiddling with the clean syringe and hypo that were encased in a small box in the back of his pocket, and the sheathed knife that was resting inside his shirt, he smirked maliciously as he continued to follow her.
 
She moved to her desk quickly jotting down what she could on her pad of paper, she was in such a rush that she didn't even see him following her. Her frantic scribbles being hard to read even for her before she left the office heading out to the street. Fixing her gun in the back of her pants she moved along the streets of some dangerous areas, knowing that she had to be careful out here at this time she kept her guard up. Her eyes constantly scanning while she headed out to get some DNA samples from individuals on her list of suspects.

"I've almost got you...and when I do your going to rot in jail," she said to herself encouraging her bod to to keep going strong. Clearly tired from all the running she had to do lately.
 
Christopher fished inside his pockets a bit deeper to find a pair of black leather gloves. Pulling them on with his teeth, he kept his eyes on Roxanne. "Almost time..." he muttered to himself as they traveled further into the city. Finally, after about five minutes or so, they came upon a small, kind of rundown motel. A grin appeared appeared on Christopher face as she went inside. This must be where the first suspect is! he thought to himself. What luck!

After she entered, Christopher followed suit and walked briskly to the front desk after Roxanne retrieved her information. "Hello, may I get a room at the top floor?" he inquired.

"How long, sir?" the woman at the desk responded curiously. "Oh, uh... say, about two days," Christopher answered, tapping his fingers on the desk as he got the key and paid the appropriate price before vanishing down the hall.
 
Roxanne made her way through the second floor hall, looking over the tattered and dirty red carpet she moved quickly, careful not to touch anything that might make her sick. Coming up to an old white door she pounded her fist against the wood, the golden numbers reading [25. Pounding once more she spoke to the door once more, "Police Mr.Carr open up," it took a moment for the man to come to the door. Standing in only a towel she gave him a look before realizing what he was doing. "Sir, I'm sorry but I'm going to have to interrupt you for a moment," she says coming into his room.

Taking a seat on the couch she waited until he told his lover that he would be a moment, coming back out the older man sat down. He was in the very first suspect list, being the only man present in the building at the time of the first girls brutal death. "I have recently come across something that might catch the killer of Ana," she spoke calmly. "Oh! great if there's anything I can do?" Mr.Carr spoke with understanding. "Well there is if you can come down to the station on Friday and give a cheek sample that would be most helpful," she could see Mr. Carr was reluctant but he nodded feebly in agreement.
 
Christopher rested flat against the wall as he neared the open door, listening in. "Heh..." he murmured. Totally wrong, Roxy... he thought amusingly. He then stepped away, hiding in the nearest hall as he waited for Roxanne to pass by. During this time, he prepped the syringe from his pocket, letting the plastic box fall to the floor.

After a moment or two, the rushed blurry figure of the detective flew by, and Christopher struck. Looping his right arm around Roxanne's neck, he brought her close to his body as the needle plunged into her neck. Pressing down on the plunger, the liquid was released into her body. The liquid itself would serve as an anesthetic for an hour or two.

"Hm..." he murmured, waiting to see what happened.
 
Roxanne had bid the man a goodnight, telling him to take it easy before heading out of the room, her feet moving quickly through the hall out of excitement and joy. She was feeling great at that point, everything was going according to plan and no matter what happened she was catching this man. "That cruel bastards as good as caught," she exclaimed before she felt herself being grabbed from behind. Her body going into defense mode ready to act and hurt who was trying to hurt her.

Her vision was fading on her, her struggling body becoming weaker and weaker while the drug kicked into her neck. Her mouth becoming like cotton all sounds stopping from her. Her body falling forward, her legs caving in on the weight, while her breathing slowed down. Roxanne tried to see who her attack was before her world turned black, he looked familiar.
 
The young killer immediately hauled her limp body into the hall before anyone appeared, and grinned maliciously down at Roxanne. "Good night, Detective..." he said as her vision faded, falling unconscious in his arms.

With a soft grunt, Christopher took out the syringe and hefted Roxanne into his able arms, and began to carry her to his room. Along the way, he ran into a few women, and chuckled sheepishly. "She had a bit too much to drink. She can't hold her drinks in the morning," he said with a light chuckle as he headed past the girls. Soon enough, he arrived as he entered the large room, and began to prepare...

Later on that night, after administering a few more doses, Christopher had set up Roxanne in a chair, tying her hands and feet securely with soft rope, though it wasn't too uncomfortable. Deciding to hold off on the "big reveal" for now, he used a dark cloth to to cover her sight, and lightly gagged her, making sure she couldn't scream when she discovered her situation. He had also removed all of her clothes, forcing her to be nude. Sitting on the floor in front of her , Christopher bit his lip as he gazed at her naked figure, restraining himself to begin.
 
The first thing she felt was a throbbing pain in her head, her heart starting to pound angrily to life once again, she tried to look around but found that she couldn't seen. Her eyes in black caused by a cloth placed over her head, trying to move her hands she found that she couldn't her eyes growing wider she tried to speak.

Her voice coming out as muffled sounds and nothing more than that, her body feeling oddly cold than it had before. She soon realized that she was naked when she moved her thighs to sit up more, her pussy moving easily free from the restraints of her panties.

Roxanne started to panic the last thing she remember was being drugged by someone and now it was clear that they had taken her. She tried to think about where she was, listening for any sounds that might give her location away. When none came she wondered if anyone was even in the room with her, her head racing in thought though she tried to calm down. "Hummh?" she sounded trying to get an answer.
 
Christopher smiled as Roxanne awoke, trying to speak through the gag. Sitting cross-legged, the young man finally cleared his throat to announce his presence.

"You're up; good! I've been waiting for a while," he said calmly, "You're probably wondering who I am, and where you are, huh?"

Cracking his neck, he continued, "You were so close to figuring me out, too. You'll have to wait a bit, though."
 
Roxanne straightened as best she could her body tight from the man's voice to close to her making her wish she wasn't blinded. Not being able to say anything she just listened to what he had to say, his voice sounding somehow familiar even if she didn't know why. Her eyes scanning desperately to see who was in front of her before she realized who she was dealing with. Her heart starting to race even more, her enemy of all this time, the very bastard she'd been looking for and hunting down. "Hummmf ummmf!"
 
Christopher laughed as she attempted to struggled to free herself. He watched as saliva dripped from the cloth in her mouth, down her chin, and onto her chest. Leaning forward, he gripped the cloth gently. "Now now, calm down. I don't want you screaming when I remove this, eh? Although, it wouldn't really do you much good; I checked, and almost no one is on this floor!"

With a swift motion, he tugged the cloth out of her mouth, watching as saliva flew onto her body and the ground. "Now... what were you saying?" he asked curiously.
 
She was tempted to to do just the opposite of what this mad man told her to, wanting to scream at the top of her lungs just despite his request. Thinking about it she decided that it was wiser to be able to breath properly and speak, than it was to get her own stubborn moment from this man. When he tore the gag from her mouth she hissed at the roughness on her soft lips, her jaw tight while she heard his question.

"Fucking Bastard!" she growled out, her voice was filled with deadly venom almost poisonous enough to kill the man it was directed too. Roxanne tried again to tear her hands from the restraints that bound her to the very chair she'd use to crack over his back.
 
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