Where Birds Sing
By: Akkiko
Chapter 4: Hamlet Threatens Jester
Alisa managed to push herself from the metal table after a while. He was gone for now but she had a feeling he would return. The echoes of another girls crying filled the air. Why was she in this room instead of out there? She had to wonder about this killer. His tactics seemed to nieve.
She was lost in her thoughts when she heard the clopping of footsteps coming closer. He opened the door and stared at her. In a high and nasal voice he mimicked Hannibal. "Hello Clorise." She didn't even flinch at him. He had never seen a woman like her. She was so calm and controlled. Even in the face of death she didn't seem to care.
He had several envelopes in his hand. He slapped them down on a metal table, which just a few days ago had a dead woman on it. He then sat casually on the edge of it, picking one envelope up and laughing. "Hamlet?" As he read it a laugh exploded from him. "Let me read this out loud to you, maybe you'll find it as funny as me."
He cleared his throat and then in a mocking tone read the letter:
Dear Jester,
To be or not to be? Will you be by the end of this game? Jesters play games and jesters sing, but do jesters outwit a prince? Hamlet's court actors certainly aided his plan, don't you think, or have you not read the play? We have a carefully written script my friend, and you fit into the play perfectly. At the end, we may both be dead or alive. At the beginning, we are as we are now. You know not who I am. I know you. Everything about you.
Do you know who I am? Your name I know, Kenneth Williams. Jester fits you so well. Stupid, arrogant, and soon you will be dead. Draw your cards court jester, this is a declaration of war. My name will be invincible and immortal. By the end of the last act I will be analyzed for decades to come. No one will ever know though. They won't understand. You are as shallow as a puddle, and you will dry up as quickly.
Fellow Killer and Psycho:
Hamlet
He now broke out into a loud laughter. She stayed silent. That was a most annoying laugh. Mocking, arrogant. She finally spoke in a way not to betray her anticipation. "When do you plan on killing me?"
He stopped his laughing and stared at her. She had said it with no emotion, nothing. She was beginning to scare him and he had kidnapped her! He swallowed at the coldness in her eyes. "In a few weeks. I like you."
He reached out to touch her but there was something in her eyes. It was that same something that kept him from killing her. That evil that lurked beyond her innocence. It was like a fascination with darkness that could not be quenched. She would be the one for him most definitely. There wasn't any hatred for him in those eyes. That was what scared him. He had kidnapped this girl, and she didn't hate him.
She narrowed her eyes seductively. "Do you?" A shiver ripped through him. He had to get out of the room, she was terrifying him. He turned and began to walk away. She spoke and it made him stop. "I personally like Edgar Allen Poe. He wrote a story about a man who murdered another just because he didn't like his eyes. Intrusting isn't it? I wonder what his mind was like."
Jester shivered. Why not kill her now? No. She was one to be handled gently and respected until the time came. He turned to her slowly, taking a few steps towards her. "Who are you?"
She glared at him and now he saw the hatred, although it wasn't for him. "I'm the woman you kidnapped because of her dark mind." He finally turned and walked out of the room, only stopping to glance at her. She watched after him and when he was out of sight she began a quiet chant.
"Those thoughts I would control
As a spell upon his soul:
For that bright hope at last
And that light time have past
And my worldly rest hath gone
With a sigh as it pass`d on:
I care not tho` it perish
With a thought I then did cherish."
She frowned to herself. Was she now going to finally die? Did he know who he had kidnapped? She was the essence of darkness itself. Maybe she would be released and he would crawl into the shadows that bore him, but that most likely would not happen. She would have to finish this.