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The Twisted Game of Cat and Mouse ((HKitten && Lia))

Lia

Pulsar
Joined
Jan 14, 2009
Nothing could beat this high. Not that Tommy had tried drugs, but the adrenaline rush of power was too intoxicating for words. He held them at his mercy; made them beg while he denied them over and over. He tortured and maimed before giving the release of death to his victims, and he loved every moment of it. Who would have thought that a five foot six man with no build whatsoever in a pair of womens jeans could wield such power and hatred? They underestimated him, and that was always their ultimate undoing.

Smiling to himself, Tommy walked down the street calmly. He sometimes wished for the sounds of sirens and chaos behind him, but knew that those wouldn't come for hours yet. It was just as well-sirens while he was in the area were bad news, and he didn't need the extra exposure. He'd been caught before, and had sweet talked his way out of whatever jail time was coming at him. He'd lied, told the judge that he was reformed after three years in prison, batted his long, full eyelashes, and gave a little smile. Everyone bought into it, even his current beau...who happened to be the cop who had arrested him. It was an odd story to tell people when they asked how they met, but dating him simply gave him more credibility. If he hadn't really changed, then a cop wouldn't ever be dating him.

With a long breath of cool, night air drawn in, Tommy continued his way down the street, replaying the scenes from within the house with a sick little smile to his lips.
 
Mike scratched the back of his head and wondered what he was still doing in the office so late at night. Case files littered the desk he had been working on, ranging from murders to rapes to the everyday robbery. At home, he knew his lover was probably waiting for him to come back and curl up in bed with, but really, he should have been keeping track of the time. While he had told Tommy that he was just a regular office cop, with the sporadic duty of going around and busting people in, he neglected to tell the ex-convict that he was the chief of the bureau. That would mean that Tommy would know he was not only the person who issued the three years, but in a sense, he was keep tabs on his own lover. Shaking his head, he tried hard not to think about how guilty he would feel if the other male found out. Brushing his dark brown hair out of his eyes and staring down at the files with chocolate eyes, he groaned.

Ok, no more…time to get home and just relax after today’s failed bust… he mentally groaned, standing up and flexing his built body. While he wasn’t like a body builder, Mike had a good amount of muscles to be shown. Taking a deep breath and placing the usual smile on his face, he began his journey home to see if he could coax his lover into forgiving him.

Out in the streets, the ‘failed bust’ panted loudly. A male pressed himself against the wall and licked his lips, feeling adrenaline from the run ripple through his body. He had been hiding for the last hour or two, as he had outran the cops yet again. This time, he had been a bit clumsy and slipped, but shaking his head, he tried to clear his mind. The flecks of blood from his recent murder splattered off of the mask he was wearing, before he removed it and discarded it. Quickly, he completely peeled everything off and moved to make himself presentable, as he carried everything back to the house he lived in with his lover. The man was probably wondering where he was, but he’d just say out with friends or something.

Jack, by day, was a daycare taker, as he worked in a school and took care of the little kids that parents could not handle. With vibrant blonde hair and bright blue eyes, he was what the parents called their savior angel. And by night, when he turned into a cold blooded murderer, some of the parents that got on his nerves would learn that some angels were not always serving under God. Slipping into the house, he moved towards the bathroom and quickly began to wash everything and himself. Hopefully, his boyfriend didn’t hear him. In fact, he had placed in roast beef to stew when he had left, so the food should almost be ready by now by the time the other man got home.
 
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