Charisma
screamed in horror as a shaking body stood looking at the message
scrawled across the lounge room wall. Nick hurried in, and
took her into his arms, as he read the message word by word.
I control
fate – die you will it screamed off the wall, taunting
its readers
“Shit, we
have to get out of here” Nick announced bundling a shaking
Charisma into his arms and running from the house.
He placed her
in the passenger seat of the car and hoped in the drivers side,
started the engine and sped off, a tearful Charisma beside him.
“It’s
alright Carry, it’s okay” he repeated as he headed
straight for the police station
“I'm so
scared Nickolas” she quivered, her hand frantically trying
to push the tears away
“It’s
going to be alright, I swear” he half smiled, trying to
bring her some sort of comfort.
~ AT THE SAME
TIME ~
Abby patted
around the small lounge room, she’d slept very little last
night, and she knew she would sleep very little most nights till
the time came. She knew the whole plan, it scared her a
little, but her mind gave her no choice. She’d liked
Nick a long time ago, and that had been used against her, she
needed to make matter right, and there was only one thing that
would do that, and one person who could.
“You did
good Abby” a voice behind her spoke calmly
Abby stopped,
was the voice in her head? She spun around to see the figure
standing against the wall. She jumped a little, but
relaxed, this person gave her no reason for fear.
“When
will it end?” Abby questioned
“Soon, I
promise you, soon enough and we will end this”
Abby lowered
her eyes, and the figured turned away.
“I should
go”
The figure
departed quickly out the door, Abby tried to follow but she was
pushed away. She sighed a little to herself and cursed
herself for looking away, the figure looked no different, she had
no reason to lower her eyes. She cursed herself again
before wandering down to the bedroom to change.
~ AT THE SAME
TIME ~
“I want
you to do something about it” Nick screamed slamming his
hand onto the front desk at the police station
“Sir, we’re
trying our best”
“Your
best isn’t good enough, someone got into that house and
wrote that message and I want answers”
“Mr.
Carter” Sergeant Michael Kelly announced as he stood to the
side of them
Nick turned
around him, a look of recognition on his face. He was the
same officer that had taken charge of Melissa’s case.
“Michael”
Nick sighed, thankful to see one person that understood his
situation
“Follow
me” Michael spoke calmly as he gestured towards a back
office.
“So, as
you can imagine, this worries us” Nick finished after he
repeated the details of what had been happening.
“And you
believe it’s the same guy?” Michael questioned, his
hands clasped together lying on the desk n front of him
“I'm
positive, its too similar not to be him”
Michael
sighed, he always thought this day would come. In most
cases of stalkers it only ever stopped when they’d reached
their immediate goal, obviously that hadn’t happened yet.
“We’ll
have survalience out there immediately and security for both you
and Charisma”
Nick shook his
head softly.
“Their
not after me, don’t waste security on me, look after her”
“Nick,
its best we have security upped on both of you”
“Damnit,
they don’t want ME if they wanted me, they could have done
that a long time ago, I'm telling you, their targeting her”
“Nick,
please. I'm not the one to be angry with, I'm making a
judgment call, this obviously has something to do with you, so we
protect you both”
Nick slumped
down into his chair and nodded slowly like a scolded puppy.
“We’ll
get to the details now”
~ THAT NIGHT ~
Charisma
looked through the blind to the patrol car parked by the house.
“Poor
souls” she half smiled, imaging how boring it would be to
sit in a car all night watching a house where nothing would
happen.
She slinked
back across to the kitchen. Nick had offered to stay the
night, but she declined the offer, saying she would prefer to
light some incense and half a long bath. Reluctantly he
agreed and left sometime around nine. Zara had called about
10 minutes ago to make sure she was ago. She thanked her
and said she was going to sleep and she’d call her in the
morning.
Charisma
sighed, she had a problem, Abby was back and Abby had the power
to ruin everything. She had to regain control – they
had to win.
She picked up
the phone and dialed quickly. They police had offered to
place a phone tap, but she refused saying it wasn’t
necessary, the person wouldn’t call – after all, she
should know.
“Hello?”
a croaky voice answered
“We have
a situation” Charisma announced down the phone
'