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Incubus (c) [email protected] This story contains material that could be deemed offensive. If you are under 21 or easily offended, stay away. ------------------------------------------------ Incubus (c)1998 By Darkside. ============================ Notes: I always try and experiment in my stories, sometimes it works, sometimes not. It worked very well in Fury and in this one, well you decide. This story should not be read by anyone under 21 yrs of age or the easily offended. It contains scenes of graphic violence, and sexual material. It in no way condones the behaviour shown below and any scenes shown below are for dramatic purposes only. Any reference to anybody or anything is accidental and for dramatic purposes only. This story is set in the Fury 'universe'. However the story does 'stand alone' so don't let the above request put you off. Reading the Fury Trilogy after this will change the face of this story so in effect you are getting two stories for the price of one. The only payment I demand for this story is that you mail me with any comments(good or bad) or questions. You may store/mail this where-ever you wish but you may NOT charge for it. If you want to publish it, mail me and we'll talk. Many Thanks To Vickie Tern([email protected]) for her support, input and downright patience. Multiple thanks to Jenny Adams and IM Janus for taking time out to proof this for me Comments etc to [email protected] Incubus (c)1998 By Darkside. ============================ Incubus: 1. A demon believed in folklore to lie upon sleeping persons, esp to have intercourse with sleeping women. 2. Something that disturbs greatly, esp a nightmare or obsession. 1976 Arkansas. "Oh yes more ,more, more," came the moan from the next room. He lay in his bed listening to the sounds coming from his mom's bedroom, his hands over his ears, his nine year old body shaking in fear. His mind went back to that fateful day where dad had walked out after finding out about mom and the man next door. Since then, this had been the only way to bring enough money in to live on. Today was Tuesday, Tuesday was when Mr Burns came around. Mr Burns liked him to join in as well. 21 Years Later. He walked down the high street in nonchalant fashion. The sun shone on this bright September day, forming ever lengthening shadows on the ground where he walked. Looking at those shadows he speeded up his walk. The casual swagger abandoned in order to avoid the twilight. The twilight was when THEY came. They always came at twilight. He'd just finished his shift and was walking home on what he called 'route b'. This involved avoiding the busy shopping malls and avoiding the typical late 20th century rat race. 'Route b' was a much more scenic route. Well as scenic as you could get living in an urban sprawl. People made him nervous and so he avoided them wherever he could. He preferred the safety and security of his own company to that of his fellow man. There was something about other people that made him on edge, as though there was something inside them that was evil and was trying to drag him down to hell. The light was beginning to fade quickly now. He had to get home soon or else face up to THEM again. He quickened his pace into a slow run, he must get home no matter the cost. As he ran past well kept gardens he knew that he would be too late. He could feel the oppression in his mind, the voices that demanded things of him, tried to make him obey their will, they would soon start. He must hurry. In the dying embers of the day a last glow of sunshine broke thru the clouded sky and bathed him in light. He stood transfixed as salvation came upon him. The voice inside his head was smooth but powerful. It said "You are my chosen one. The world has become evil and I have chosen you to stop it." He fell on his knees in awe. "What should I do?" he called. "Women are the cause. Since they tempted Adam so long ago they now tempt mankind. It was a woman's hand that caused man's downfall. You must stop temptation again before the end of all things." The sunlight left and the day drew to a close. Breathless from his revelation he ran the remainder of the way home. His encounter had driven THEM away. He now saw things clearly, he knew what his mission was to be. When he got home he managed to find his old family bible and he opened it and read Genesis chapter 3. The voice was right. The woman did do it, the woman was the serpent. So the world could see the truth he now knew the woman must become the serpent again. That was his new role, his destiny. Fourteen months later. He stood astride her, his foot placed firmly on the small of her back. She was whimpering softly, unable to speak properly. Her slender body pressing deep into the ground. The wood silent apart from the buzz of the crickets. "Don't worry. Soon you will be back where you belong" he said. Her only reply was to struggle some more. "Now for your atonement," he said as he brought the axe down in a smooth practiced motion. ------------------------------------------------------- Detective Scott Harris took the call. He'd only just gotten to bed after a pretty shitty day. He'd just managed to creep into bed and get warmed up when his pager went off. Struggling not to wake up his wife, who was still asleep, he managed to get to it and switch it off. Bleary eyed he walked to the phone and rang the station. "Wass up," he said sleepily. "Sorry to wake you but we found another one," the voice replied somberly. "Fuck!, where?" "In Cranwell woods. Nobody saw anybody do anything. The MO's just like the rest. I sure hope we get this bastard soon." "OK I'll be right there." Dressing in a hurry was not in Scott's nature but ten years of working in homicide had taught him one thing about getting dressed in the middle of the night. Rule 1, always check your zipper. He did so and slipped silently out of the house. The small patch of woodland known to the locals as Cranwell woods was about 10 miles out of town, and it would take Scott about 20 minutes to get there. As he drove past deserted streets he thought about the case, his case. "I hope to God I catch this bastard soon," he thought. In an attempt to clear his mind he switched on the radio. Carmina Burana O Fortuna was just ending and the news started. "And the hot news tonight is that Robert Abbey has been appointed the defending attorney in the Dr Elizabeth Bexley trial. As you are no dou." Scott flicked the radio off in disgust. Firstly he was fed up with the media always going on about the Bexley trial all day, every day. But what really got in his craw was that the officer in charge of the case had it so easy. Rich heiress, pissed off at being jilted, blows her ex-fiancee's wife's head off in front of hundreds of witnesses at an airport. Simple open and shut case. Not like this one at all. The blue and red flashing lights casting distorted shadows thru the trees told him he was at the place. Paramedics were still on site, but their movements told him they were too late. He drew up beside a squad car and got out. After he flashed his badge at the officer guarding the site he met his partner, Tina. The tears in her brown eyes told him his worst fears were true. "Is it?" he asked. "Yep, Take a look if you want. I gotta get outta here," she said softly. "Forensics been down here?" "Yeah. As usual they found squat, just the usual. Andrew's still here though." "Fine I'll go talk to him," and Scott walked off. "Hi Doc," Scott said to Andrew. Andrew was crouched down, his flashlight sweeping the ground for any missed evidence. "Uh Hi," Andrew replied. "Can I take a look?" Scott asked. "Sure, we've taken all the photos we need for the moment. We just need to do the front." "Why don't you come too and tell me what you've found?" Scott asked. "Okay I was headed back that way anyway." Scott and Andrew threaded their way thru damp, thick bushes and ferns until they reached the point. Scott's flashlight beam fell on the place and he nearly threw up in disgust. Only ten years of this kinda shit stopped him. The shape resembled a young woman, laying face down. Her arms were missing and her body was clothed in what looked like a fake snake skin swimsuit . Her legs had been bound together using thick adhesive tape and obviously placed inside a roughly sewn PVC tail, which were covered again with brown and black snake scales. Blood was still seeping out of the bloody sockets where her arms had been and a large bruise was starting to form on the small of her back. The head was shaven all over and a snake-skin hood was lying close by. "Did you take that off?" Scott asked pointing at the hood. "Yeah, we needed to see if it was the same as all the rest." "Can we turn her over?" Scott asked. "Sure, I was about to do that. We'd better get some photographers over here first," Andrew replied. "I'll go get them" Scott said, still feeling sick from the sight he'd just witnessed. A few minutes later Scott returned and turned the body over. The feeling of nausea returned as he looked at the face of the dead girl. The girl's eyes, still open, showed great pain and fear. Blood was seeping from her mouth. She must've been about 25. The photographers did their grisly work with their usual efficiency and this allowed Scott to get a closer look. Her mouth was bloated as though something was inside. He reached down to open her mouth, knowing what he would find, but he needed to confirm it. "Better put these on first," Andrew said, handing Scott a pair of translucent latex gloves. "Thanks," Scott said, and put the gloves on. Scott reached into the woman's mouth and found a golf ball sized rubber ball inside. It had obviously been used to stop her screams. "Pass me the flashlight would'ja," Scott asked. Andrew gave it to him and bent down to look over Scott's shoulder. Scott switched the beam on and looked into the woman's mouth. He heard a "fucking hell," from Andrew but what he saw inside came as no surprise. Parts of her tongue had been cut away to make it much thinner than usual. A long section had also been removed from the middle of the tongue giving it a fork shape. "This wound is quite old, maybe a few days. Look how it'd started to heal," Andrew said. "I want this mother-fucker, I want him bad," Scott said bitterly. "Yeah I know," Andrew replied. He'd seen many corpses in his time but these ones were the worst. A shout went up from a way back, "Hey get over here, I found something." Scott and Andrew stood up and ran to where the sound came from. A young, fresh faced officer was busily throwing up whilst his more experienced partner stood there holding the flashlight on the ground. Scott looked down at two severed arms, laying side by side on the ground. The grass was dark where blood had poured from the open wounds. "Looks like she was trying to squirm her way to the road when she died," Andrew said. "What's your initial thoughts? "Scott asked Andrew. "Too early to give a proper analysis but I'd say she was brought here already bound and gagged and then held to the ground with his foot on the small of her back. Judging by ragged wounds and exposed bone I say that he then proceeded to hack off each arm with a large implement such as an axe. Notice several smaller wounds around each shoulder, all at different angles. I'd say he had to have several goes in order to sever each arm. He then clears off and leaves her to die from blood loss," Andrew said. "How long would this take?" Scott asked. He already sort of knew the answer but he wanted a second opinion. "About 5-10 minutes depending on size, fitness etc. I guess she's been dead about 3-4 hours judging by the bruises and amount of blood around. I'll know more when we get her back." "So she crawled about 100-150 yards in that time. I guess we should be able to see the blood trail," Scott said. "Yep. Scott, you look beat. Why don't you go home and leave the rest to us." "OK let me know what you find out," and Scott walked away. The radio on the way back was still on about the Bexley trial so it stayed silent for the rest of the journey. By the time he got home it was 4am, and unable to sleep he poured himself a large brandy to try and keep the nightmares at bay. He awoke with a headache some 5 hours later with the smell of freshly cooked bacon in his nostrils. His wife, Rebecca, was calling to him, "Hunny breakfast." "OK dear, now coming" he called. Slowly getting up he walked into his kitchen and sat down in front of his favorite breakfast. His face must have betrayed something as his wife asked, "Another one huh?" Scott paused for a few moments and then said, "Yeah, this one was the worst yet. Sorry but I want to leave my work where it belongs. You're my last outpost of sanity in an insane, perverse world. When I get thru that door we're in sitcom mode. We may have ups and downs but there's always a happy ending and a little moral lesson at the end." "Hey, I know, now eat up," and she bent down and kissed him on the cheek. Scott felt his cock swell, She's still got it he thought. A few minutes and a prolonged kiss later Scott was on his way to the station. So far the precinct had done a good job of covering things up but he didn't know how much longer it would last. This latest murder put more pressure on him to lift the press restrictions. His team was waiting for him as he walked into the briefing room. For many of them this was their first homicide case and certainly their first serial rapist. He looked across at their faces and was amazed at how quickly they had lost their innocence. When they'd first been assigned to this case they were all keen and raring to go. Their heads full of Cagney and Lacy, Perry Mason and Dirty Harry. As soon as they saw that first dismembered corpse nearly a year ago those illusions about working in homicide were shattered. Now all that remained was grim determination. The chattering ceased as Scott cleared his throat. "Thanks for coming, Ladies and Gentlemen. I'm sure you all know what happened last night." "For those who don't know what the hell I'm going on about and have been drafted in after last nights events, I'm going to outline the known facts. After I've done that you may ask any questions you may have and I'll do my best to answer them." The was a small pause as Scott allowed his audience to settle. He put the first of his slides on the OHP and switched it on. He was about to speak and the bulb blew. "Fuck," he swore. "Never mind I'll continue without it," he said, and pushed the non-functioning OHP away. "The first attack occurred nearly a year ago. If you look in your notes you can see the pictures of that first victim. Notice how her tongue has been mutilated to form a fork shape and how her legs have been bound as though to form a snake's tail. Now the coroner says she was still alive and conscious when her arms were amputated. We later found out her name was Vickie Farrell and she was a waitress at the local Taco Bell. She went missing on her way home from her late shift and her worried parents called us the next day." The new members of his team's faces were pale and drawn as they took in the horrific picture in front of them. "You will notice that the killer tries, in each case, to make his victim become serpent like. Our psycho-analysts and profilers can give no firm motive behind the attacks, only that they are carried out with much care. Their explanations range from a person with a snake fetish to some kind of snake woman hater. Frankly they haven't a clue what makes this guy think." Another pause to let his words sink in and then Scott started again. "There have been nine further attacks over the last 10 months, each one exactly the same. We've looked for a pattern for the attacks but can find none. There also appears to be no regular time pattern either. There was a four month break between the first and second killings for example. The geographic regions are different but all based in this State and each victim had no connection to the others. One thing has been noticed is that each victim was noticeably more attractive than the last. It's as though our killer is working his way up the beauty stakes." "The Coroner's reports each say the same thing and I suspect last night's will show the same. As I may have mentioned before the victim's arms are removed just prior to death by some kind of axe, probably one used for woodcutting . Their heads are shaved sometime before this and judging by the stubble growth, shaved every day. We think the tongue is mutilated between five and eight days before death and judging from bruising around the legs and remains of the arms they are bound with wire and adhesive tape. The victim is also gagged using a device similar in size to a golf ball. Bruising around the mouth indicates that this is in place most of the time. The victims' genitals show signs of bruising indicating multiple rape during their captivity. Unfortunately their vaginas have been cleaned before the killing so we have no semen samples from which to work. For such a violent death there are surprisingly few signs of struggle and we have no idea of the killer's method for preventing it. Bruising on the back shows us that the victims have been held down by a foot but the size and type of footwear used varies each time or we could not determine more detail from the bruising." Scott paused allowing time for the note makers to catch up. "Naturally we have focused on the places where the clothing, gags and axes can be obtained but in each case no one person has purchased all of items used. We've checked warehouses and factories for robberies and missing stock but once again drawn a blank." "We have contacted the FBI and they are carrying out their own investigation, liasing with us when required. However they are no nearer than we are to finding the killer. They did a physiological profile of the killer as well as the aforementioned psychological one but all it told us was that he is a white male, from 5'5 to 6 foot. Maybe overweight. In other words fuck all." "You can find more detailed reports of all the above in your notes. Now questions." A hand went up. A young cop probably just transferred to homicide. She looked shocked at the horrific detail she'd just been shown. "Sir, could you tell us if you have worked out why the killer is going for increasing beautiful women?" "We have some theories on that. The one I go with is that he sees a woman as an unattainable thing. The more beautiful the more out of reach she is. Once he has conquered one level of beauty he moves onto the next," Scott said. "Why haven't we gone public with this?" another cop asked. "Good question. We had Stephanie Lane snooping around a while ago but she agreed to keep it under wraps when we explained our reasoning. In fact the entire media have agreed to a complete news black out." "Which is?" another cop asked. "I was coming onto that. Firstly, imagine the panic if this got out, fear would ripple thru the whole community. Secondly, there's the copycat factor, the last thing we want is for some nutcase to start copying what he reads. Third, we need to keep the killer in the dark. The less he knows the more likely he is to make a mistake. Stephanie Lane saw the wisdom in this and has got broad agreement from all her press colleagues. The timing of this Bexley trial circus works for us as well. While everyone's wondering why Dr Bexley did it we can get on with proper police work." There was a knock at the door. "Yes," Scott called. In walked Andrew holding a sheet of paper. "Scuse me. We got an ID on the girl last night," he said. "Who was she?" "Her name was Jennifer Lynn, aged 22. Her flat mate got worried when she didn't turn up after her audition last week. However she didn't report it as she thought Jennifer had found a partner for the week. Apparently it wasn't unheard of for her to go missing for a week and then just turn up again." "OK people you heard that, Colin and Chris I want you to check on Jennifer Lynn's flat mate. The rest of you go back and check on all the details we have. The new boys here can go and read up for a couplea days. We'll meet here again Thursday to catch up. Dismissed," Scott said. His team filed out silently, the chatter before the meeting extinguished by the seriousness of the job ahead. Tina filtered her way thru the door and went to speak to Scott and Andrew. "Hi," she said. "Hi, got anything?" "Nope, just a hunch though," she said. "I'm listening," Scott said. "Hey talk to you later, I gotta go. I've got to confirm a DNA test on Dr Elizabeth Bexley, in town," Andrew said. "Not you too," Scott said. Another casualty of that damn case. "Fraid so," Andrew replied. "See ya," Tina said and Andrew walked out. "What's this hunch?" "Well I got thinking. He's moved on to actresses now, it's only a small step toward models. I think his next victim will be a model," Tina said. "You maybe right. We went thru this a while back but he threw the scent by killing a waitress and a hairdresser. Since it now looks like it's beauty he's going for rather than occupation I want you to put the word out to all the agency's around here. Be discrete," Scott said. "Hey, it's me, remember," Tina said and walked out. ------------------------------------------------------- In another part of town He awoke. The glow of blessing had not yet departed from last night. Only another two to go and the evil of the world would be broken, the serpent's head crushed as foretold in Genesis. Once he had removed the twelve evil disciples then the world could finally be free... Still feeling triumphant he got up and had a shower to wash away all traces of the night before. After rinsing the shower thoroughly he dried him self and put his work overalls on. The end times were drawing near and already he could feel the voice of salvation telling him to hurry. The day was spent dreaming about how he could extract the eleventh evil disciple from her lair without being detected. At the moment he had no idea of what she looked like only that she would cause more temptation than the last. ------------------------------------------------------- In the meantime after collecting his case file, Scott drove to meet Tina at the Role Modeling agency. He chose an old, battered U2 tape and set it to play. "Maybe Tina's got something with this model thing," Scott thought as he pulled into the agency's parking lot. He walked into the agency and was met by a cute receptionist. After showing his badge she told him where Tina was talking to one of the directors. "Up two flights of stairs and on the right," he'd been told. A brisk jog up the stairs led him to the right door. "Come in," a voice called as he knocked on the directors door. Scott opened the door to see a middle-aged woman, wearing a pastel trouser suit. She got up and offered her hand. "Allison Williams," she said. Scott shook her hand and replied "Detective Scott Harris. Has Detective Cox here filled you in?" "She has, But frankly I want to know why you didn't put the word out earlier," she said crossly. "OK let me explain," Scott said as he sat down next to Tina. "Go ahead." "You were frank with me, so I'll be frank with you. The more people who know about this guy the more likely he is to rumble us. We need him complacent so he's less likely to be careful. We have, over the last few months increased our surveillance on all agencies in the area but we had to cut back due to other commitments. So far he hasn't touched a model but we think he may try. We would like you to tell all your girls to be careful. Don't travel alone and always keep car and house doors securely locked. Y'know the usual stuff. What we don't want you to do is to tell them why. Just that the police are running a campaign on women's safety," Scott said. "Sure. I'll do that," Allison replied casually. "What has Detective Cox told you so far?" Scott asked Allison. "Basically, that you have a serial killer/rapist on the loose who has killed 10 women and that you think he may go after a model next. Detective, all my girls know the dangers of being a model and in public view. They all know the drill," Allison replied. Scott was getting angry at this woman's attitude, the 'not my problem type'. He needed to get his message across. He reached in his file and pulled out the photo's of Jennifer Lynn. "So did Jennifer Lynn here," he said as he put the photo's in front of Allison's face. Allison went pale and rushed out of the room. "Nice one boss. She's been giving me this 'not my problem' bullshit for the last half hour," Tina said with a grin. A few minutes later Allison walked back into the room, her face flushed red and eyes watery. She'd obviously just thrown up. "Sorry," she managed to say. "I had to show you what we're dealing with. Your girls are in very real danger. How many of your models still here?" "Umm, we have 10 left, the others are all on assignment." "I take it you'll make sure all of them take extra special precautions," Tina said. "Of course officer, Now if you'll excuse me I have much to organize. Thank you for your warnings and good-bye". Allison stood up and offered her hand to both Scott and Tina. "Thanks for your time," Scott said, shaking Allison's hand again. Tina got up and did the same and they both went out of Allison's office. "Stuck up cow," Tina commented. "Suppose. I wonder how the rest of them are doing," Scott replied vaguely. "Hey how 'bout some lunch, I found this real good bagel place just off," Tina started. "Nah, we better get back. I've got a heap of paperwork to do before we do anything else." ------------------------------------------------------- He waited patiently in his dimly lit room for his goods to arrive. It had been two weeks since he had dealt his last blow to the evil one. He was being just as careful as before. He only had two more to go. His only concern was that he didn't yet know who were the last two disciples he had to deal with were. Still he had been shown the way so many times before, he had faith. It wasn't the next one he was worried about, it was the Queen of evil, the last and most tempting disciple. If she were to escape then great harm would befall many innocent people. The next day he picked up his goods from the drop off points, excited by the blow he was about to deal. All he had to do now was wait and plan. By now the agents of evil must have been alerted and trying to prevent him from carrying out the good work. He had to try something different for surely the remainder of the disciples would be on the look out for him. After his shift he decided to drive around the busy streets, tying to see if he could find the eleventh one. He was just on his way back when he saw her. She was tall ,about 5'10 with short black hair. Her slim but curvaceous figure was causing men to turn and look at her as she walked by. He stopped the car and watched her from the safety of his car. The lady drew a few wolf-whistles from passing workmen. She turned and smiled at them. His anger grew, this must be her. Unable to stop herself she was trying to tempt all those men and so corrupt their souls. He started up the car and casually followed her to the apartment block where she lived. Now she was identified he could work on her removal. ------------------------------------------------------- Carolyn Dawson unlocked her door and went inside her apartment. After closing the door behind her she flopped down on the worn sofa, just glad to be back from work. She felt herself breathing heavily as though she had been running from something and she was on edge but there was no reason for it. She almost jumped when she heard a movement behind her but breathed a sigh of relief when Jonesy, her ginger cat jumped on her lap. "Hey, don't do that you'll give me a heart attack," she said to the cat softly. Jonesy responded by purring loudly and Carolyn started to stroke his smooth fur. Since James left, Jonesy was her constant companion. Her mother had found him wandering in some woods, near a cave a year or so ago and had offered him to her as a gift. Although reluctant to take him in, she soon fell in love with him and now she was his loyal servant. Reaching over to the coffee table and picking up the remote she switched on the TV. She already knew what the headlines were going to be, besides she'd had another depressing day. After flicking past several channels she finally settled on a cartoon channel showing Scooby Doo. Fred was just about to unmask the haunted clown when the phone rang. Muttering to herself she picked up the phone and answered "Hi Carolyn here." "Hi it's me," a female voice replied. "Hey Joyce. We only left school a while ago. What can I do for you?" Carolyn said. "Listen I've got two tickets for Cats, fancy coming. Y'know girls night out." Carolyn squealed with delight "You bet. What do I owe you?" "Zip, best friends treat." "Joyce come on let me," Carolyn started. "No way. After all you did for me when we were in college." "Not that old line again. You must've paid me back a dozen times." "OK make it thirteen. See you tomorrow," Joyce said and hung up. "One day she'll let me pay for something," Carolyn said and went back to watching Scooby Doo. An hour later and cartooned out she decided to get a shower, before making dinner. She thought back to her walk back to her apartment. The reaction of the workmen pleased her and she felt flattered in a small way. Her co-workers had always said she should have gone into modeling but she was too modest. People told her that she was stunning, but she didn't believe them. James was just the same. James had broken her heart nearly nine months ago now. They had met at the super-market when, in one of her clumsy modes she had knocked several tins of cat food off the shelf and rolling onto the floor. He had stooped down to help her and their eyes met. Her face red still with embarrassment she'd agreed to his dinner request and they'd started dating. They first slept together on their third date and James satisfied her in every way. Things started to go wrong when he started to try and take over her life. He insisted she cut her hair in this way, dress in such and such way and in other words be his dream girl. He had explained that she was so beautiful she had to be shown off to the world and he was so proud to be her boyfriend. After six months she felt as though she was being stifled, as though the life was being squeezed out of her. So much to her chagrin and regret she said good-bye. Now she was paying the price as she was desperately lonely. Jonesy was her only male companion. Joyce visited of course but work and other commitments made that an increasingly rare occurrence. She went to bed about 10, she had 4th grade first thing in the morning and they could be such horrors. ------------------------------------------------------- His plan was quickly formulated and he was ready to move the next day. As a bit of light relief he turned his old TV set on. Usually he read or prayed but something inside made him switch the TV set on. A young blonde haired woman was reporting some fashion article. He was nearly asleep when suddenly his attention was snapped back into reality. "And the latest news in the fashion world is that Rachel Martin is back in town after a three week rest. The 25 year old ultra-model has allegedly purchased an island in the Indian Ocean and is now said by her agent, Marcel to be raring to go. As you all maybe aware Rachel (who has been called the most perfect woman who's ever lived) stunned Paris fashion week a few months back with her awesome beauty." His eyes were wide now. This Rachel Martin must be the Queen, the final and most evil of the disciples. He stared at the image on screen and looked at her perfect curves, blonde hair, blue/gray eyes and unearthly beautiful face. He offered thanks that the Queen had been so easily identified. However, getting to her would be a different matter. The enemy would give her the protection her status in the kingdom of darkness deserved. He would have to be even more cunning to defeat her. His mind wandered back to the task in hand. Before Rachel Martin there would come the black haired one. He went to bed early. He had much work to do the next day. ------------------------------------------------------- Carolyn woke early the next day. Try as she might her body refused to get up, fatigue and stress taking their toll. She swung her legs over the bed, neatly missing Jonesy who had kept guard all night. After having a quick shower Carolyn emptied her last tin of Cat food into Jonesy's bowl. Remember to get some more on the way back she reminded herself. The door bell rang and Carolyn looked through the spy hole. "What's the mailman doing here this early?" she asked her self. She opened the door and saw that the man was much shorter than she was, maybe about 5'6. Judging by the size of his stomach it had been years since he'd done any exercise. The most striking thing about him was his eyes, they were almost sky blue in color. His face was showing signs of excitement, as though he was about to fulfill a life's ambition. "Sign Here Please," his voice was deep and seductive and Carolyn suddenly felt strange. She could not help but stare into those blue eyes. They seemed to bore into her very soul and she felt as though she would do anything for the owner of those eyes. The man looked happy and said "Write a note to say you are going away for a few days to think about your life." He handed her a pen and paper, which she took. Strangely Carolyn felt herself writing "Dear Mom The teaching job is really getting me down, I need some time to think. See you soon Carolyn P.S. Look after Jonesy for me." She then went inside and placed the note on the kitchen table and then quite unable to break the spell she was under she went out side again, closing the door behind her. "Now You will wait 10 minutes and walk to your car and drive to this place. There we will meet again," the mailman said. The mailman went away and left her on the doorstep. Unable to resist his voice and the look of power in his eyes she stared at her watch until exactly 10 minutes had past. Without a look or thought she got into her car and set off to where the mailman had instructed her to go. ------------------------------------------------------- Carolyn woke up and found her self in a dimly lit room. What was that in her mouth, it felt like some kind of ball had been placed in her mouth. She tried to reach up and take it out but found that her arms were tied behind her back. She tried to scream but all that came out was a "UMMNMMM" Her next attempt was to stand but her legs had been bound with what looked like wire and adhesive tape. She managed to partially get up but then froze when she heard footsteps. In the dim shadows of the room she saw the outline of the mailman. She tried to scream louder but failed utterly. "So evil one you're awake," he said softly. Carolyn's eyes widened in disbelief. "There's no use in acting surprised. I know who you are, You are the Queen's handmaiden, a dark servant. The enemy must be lax if they let me take you so easily." More urgent screams from Carolyn stopped the mailman in mid-flow. "They all try to act innocent, as though I've made some mistake. But I know different. How many men have fallen under your spell?, how many souls have you corrupted?, ten, twenty, a thousand." Carolyn flopped down again in terror. Who was this man? and what did he want?. A feeling of mortal terror spread over her. "When the world sees you for what you really are then they will turn from their dark ways. From a serpent you came and to a serpent you will return." The mailman walked from his gloomy corner. Carolyn fainted as she caught sight of a long knife glinting in the darkness. ------------------------------------------------------- The Duty sergeant, phoned Scott just as he was going out to meet yet another modeling agency director. "Hi Bob what's up?" Scott asked. "I just gotta call from the St. Nicholas school for Girls, one of their teachers, a Ms Carolyn Dawson didn't show up for work today." "So, maybe she's too ill to talk," Scott said "Perhaps, but apparently she was very dedicated, hadn't missed a single day in nearly two years. Maybe you'd better take a look. Here's her address." Scott wrote down the apartment's address and name of the landlord. "OK I'm passing that way anyway I'll have a looksee, thanks." He called to Tina who was about to raid the coffee machine and soon they were on their way. "You think it's a false lead?" Tina queried. "Maybe. Everyone at the station is jumpy after last week," Scott said, trying to look for the turning and drive at the same time. "I think you just missed it, it was back there!" Tina pointed out. "Shit," Scott drove further on until he could turn round. He pulled up outside the apartment block and asked a resident where the landlord was. Some minutes later an overweight man, wearing a blue overall and dodgers cap walked out from the side of the building. "Yeah, you want me," he grunted. "Detectives Harris and Cox. We'd like to see if a Ms Carolyn Dawson is OK. Her school reported her missing today," Scott said flashing his badge. "Sure, follow me." After a short trip in a rickety elevator they were outside her apartment. Scott knocked on the door. "Ms Dawson, this is the police. Are you OK?" Listening carefully Scott thought he heard a scratching sound and immediately signaled to Tina to be on the look out. Tina couched alongside the door, her firearm drawn. "Give me the keys," Scott asked the landlord, who quickly hand them to him. "Ready," Scott nodded to Tina, who gave a quick nod back. As silently as he could Scott unlocked the door and with his foot pushed it in. A rush of color swept past his feet, as what looked like a ginger cat shot out of the room. Tina breathed a sigh of relief and called "Carolyn, you OK?" Scott walked inside, weapon drawn and noticed a hastily written note on the nearby table. Picking it up and reading he commented "I guess that solves that one, she wants to be alone for a while and asks her mom to look after her cat for her." "Thank God," Tina said softly. "OK, False alarm. Thanks," Scott said, handing the landlord the keys back again. The landlord locked the door and went off. A little disappointed that he'd missed out on some 'action'. "I guess we drop in on Ms Hartman of the Spectrum Agency next then," Tina queried Scott. "Yep." Eventually the elevator came and soon they were in the car. Some rain had just started and was creating dribbles of water down the windshield. Suddenly the radio crackled into life and Tina answered. After a brief conversation which finished with her saying "We're on it," Tina then explained to Scott what she had just been told. "County Police just found a car in some woods some 50 miles from here. The license plate matches that registered to our missing Carolyn Dawson. The car's been locked with the key and there's no sign of struggle. What do you reckon?" "I think our psycho's just got another victim. But this time we may be in time. Listen I'll go door to door here, see if anyone saw anything. Meet you back in say an hour?" "I hope your wrong about this one," Tina said. Carolyn pushed herself back into the wall, as though she could somehow go through it like a ghost. The mailman came closer with the knife and stared at her with those unearthly blue eyes. Carolyn stopped struggling and let him come closer. Cut by cut he sliced off part of her hair leaving a short crop behind. Carolyn relaxed. All she had to do was sit still and everything would be all right. An hour later Scott and Tina met up again at the foyer. The rain had slowed and the sun was starting to shine. Tina looked excited as she saw Scott walking towards her. "Get anything?" he questioned. "Yep. An elderly lady living at number 243 saw Carolyn getting into her car at about 7:30. Apparently she makes a hobby of watching people from her window. Bored I guess." "Was anyone with Carolyn?" "Nope. But the strange thing is that she wasn't carrying any bags with her. She just walked up to the car and got in, oblivious to the world around her." "Hmm Anything else?" "Yep the lady remembers seeing the mailman walk in the building. She thought it strange because it wasn't her usual mailman and that he was a hour or so earlier than normal." Scott looked excited. "She get a look at him?" "Not really apart from that he was quite short about 5'6 and overweight. He was wearing an official uniform and left about 10 minutes before Carolyn." "Right. At last a break. I'll phone this through and we'll get down to the post office and see who matches that description." Some hours later the lead that had looked so hopeful had died. The only people matching that description had watertight alibis and the post office confirmed that the usual mailman was due at the usual time of 8:40. The only witness had been picked up and in spite of the latest in digital identikit imaging she could not produce a consistent likeness. Scott sat at his desk, his head in his hands. If he didn't find Carolyn Dawson soon then, well that would be it. Tina walked over to him and tried to cheer him up but quite frankly he wasn't in the mood. "I really thought we had something. Unless we can get a clear picture of him then we've nothing to go on. In four maybe five days it'll all be over. Victim number 11," Scott said bitterly. In all the months that they had been working the case Tina hadn't seen Scott like this. Sure he got depressed whenever another body turned up, they all did. But this was the first time she'd actually seen him defeated. "Hey it's not over yet. Four or Five days is loads of time. Lets see what turns up at her car," Tina said. "I already know. They found nothing, no footprints leading away from the car. Nobody saw her get into another car. The only thing they found was her scarf laying on the back seat. She just vanished." "Come on Scott get a grip. We'll get the bastard," Tina replied. In some ways however she agreed with him, it was looking hopeless. ------------------------------------------------------- Carolyn sat perfectly still while the mailman finished shaving her head. Locks of her black hair surrounded her, but somehow she didn't seem to mind. Her spirits fell when the mailman went away. Suddenly her mind became clear and terror returned. Shivering with fear she tried to call out for help again but her gag held firm. Her head felt cold and light and in a sudden flash back she remembered the mailman shaving her head. Another muted scream met this image and she tried to struggle once more but to no avail. The mailman walks in, his shadowy form creating threatening shapes on the floor. Carolyn freezes in horror as he transfixes her with his blue eyes. The mailman cuts the bonds on her legs and Carloyn willingly spreads them wide. The mailman slowly unbuttons his jeans, exposing his erect dick. Carolyn smiles, her gaze still locked onto his blue eyes. ------------------------------------------------------- David Hawkins woke up screaming, the images in his head still burning themselves in his brain. A man, a small man standing over a terrified but strangely submissive, shaven headed woman. The man kneels down, about to thrust his erect dick into her pussy. A name screams out into his mind, Carolyn, then a flash of light and the vision had gone. David was used to using his 'gift' to help those in need but never had a vision come to him so vividly and unprompted. Still shaking he stumbled into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. Brushing back his longish, brown hair he decided to tell the police. Even if it meant his ridicule they must be informed. Somehow his instincts were crying out that this was no nightmare, it was either premonition or an actual event. He quickly dressed and decided that he could avoid a shave for another day. He started to panic when he couldn't find his car keys. Scrabbling around the house, the feeling of dread rising up inside him spurred him to look harder. Eventually he found them in a hidden fold of his leather jacket and he was soon on his way. ------------------------------------------------------- The mailman withdraws from Carolyn, the cum still slowly dripping from his dick and her cunt. Carolyn passed out a while back and he decides to take advantage. Strange, he expected the Queen's handmaiden to put up more of a fight. Still nothing can come against the power of right. He slowly moves to the back of the room and picks up a one-piece swimming costume . It's brown snake skin pattern glistening in the dim light. He picks up some cotton-balls, opens a small brown bottle and daubs the contents onto the cotton. He walks over to the slowly recovering Carolyn and presses the chloroform soaked cotton over her mouth. There is a brief struggle and she lies still. Laying the costume to one side he proceeds to remove the rest of her sweat and semen stained clothing. Putting the costume on her was more difficult than he expected. After he has put the costume on her, examined it for wrinkles he goes off to find his super-bond 3 adhesive. Looking back at the sleeping woman a surge of lust rushes thru him. Her very comely form outlined almost to perfection by the tight fitting costume. The swell of breast and curve of thigh makes him aroused again. Forcing himself to concentrate he picks up three tubes of super-glue and walks back to the sleeping woman. Using a thin section of balsa wood as a spatula he squeezes the glue onto it and proceeds to place it under the costume, smoothing it out as he goes. Soon all three tubes are used and the snake-skin costume is firmly bonded to Carolyn's skin. Only a small flap around her vagina is left free. ------------------------------------------------------- "It's true I tell you," David Hawkins was shouting at the duty officer. "Yeah right, look piss off before I charge you," was the reply. "Listen I saw a woman. Carolyn I think her name was. She's in great danger. I can help. For fucks sake she could be dead by now," David screamed. Scott walked in after a fruitless search to hear the last comment. "Could you repeat that," he asked. "As I've been trying to tell fuck-wit here. I had a dream, vision whatever this morning. I saw a small man, about to rape a young, bald woman. I heard the name Carolyn. Look you may not believe me but I've never been more certain of anything. She's in terrible danger," David said, the exasperation showing in his face and voice. "Hey come with me and we'll talk," Scott said. It seemed strange, almost impossible but could this be the breakthrough. Turning to the duty officer Scott said "Bob, can you give Tina a call I'll be in room 5." "Thanks" David said and followed Scott into the interview room and sat down on a chair. "Coffee?" Scott asked. "Please." "Look I'll wait until my partner gets here but don't worry we'll sort it," Scott said. Carolyn wakes up with a splitting headache. Her vision is blurry but slowly comes back into focus. She tries to struggle again but her hands are firmly tied. She tries to scream but her mouth is gagged. Something feels odd, different. She looks down to see that her clothes are gone and have been replaced by a snake skin swimsuit. "Strange how it seems to hug my body," she thinks. The room is silent and still. From outside she can just hear the manic tweeting of several canaries. Tina arrived in the interview room a few minutes after Scott had returned with the coffee. "What's up," she asks, taking a spare chair next to Scott. "Now David start from the beginning," Scott asks. "OK. I am would you would call a psychic. I have this gift, I don't know what else to call it. Ever since the age of fourteen I've been able to sense danger for those close to me or those with a connection to me. Everybody's had some kind of experience like it. You know the feeling." "No?" said Tina incredulously. "Yes you have. That feeling when you KNOW something has happened to a close friend before you're told. Well I have the same ability only much stronger. I can see what is happening to them. Usually it's just shadows and voices and only when I touch something of theirs but today was very different." "How so?" Scott asked. "I was at home, when the vision struck me. Full Technicolor, Dolby stereo. I just had to get here and tell somebody." "Have you heard about the murder a few nights ago," Tina asked. "No. Why what has that to do with this? Was the victim this Carolyn?" "No she wasn't. Detective Cox, myself and several others are investigating a series of horrific murders. We believe that a woman called Carolyn Dawson has been taken and is next on the killers list. If we show you a photofit can you identify the woman you saw," Scott said, still skeptical but hey anything to help. "Maybe. I didn't get a good look at her," David replied, relieved that somebody was starting to take him seriously. Tina reached into her bag and pulled out a file. Opening it slowly she pulled out a series of photos. She showed them to David one at a time until David pointed at one and said "Her." "You sure?" Scott asked. "Yeah, she didn't have the black hair but the face is the same." Scott and Tina looked at each other. "What? Did I screw up?" David asked. "The photo you just pointed out was that of Carolyn Dawson. What do you need and what do you want us to do?" Scott said. David visibly relaxed "Do have anything of hers I can use?. The aura of a person 'rubs off' on personal possessions. I can tune into this residual aura and use it to link up with the person. The more recently used the better." "Hey Scott, how about her scarf?" "A scarf belonging to Carolyn Dawson was found in her abandoned car," Scott explained. "That'll do fine. Now hurry we may not have much time," David said. Tina got up, adjusted her skirt and went out the door. She returned a few minutes later with the scarf, still in it's evidence bag. "Here we go," she said handing it to David. "Can I take it out of this?. I need actual physical contact for this to work well." "Yeah but don't tell anyone," Tina said with a conspiratorial air. Scott removes the bag and gently strokes the material. Closing his eyes he concentrates on Carolyn. Urging his mind to make contact with hers. Beads of sweat start to appear on his forehead. ------------------------------------------------------- In her prison Carolyn feels tired, fatigue and pain taking their toll. In her minds eye she sees a door surrounded by a glowing white light. The door is closed, mentally she reaches out her hand to turn the handle. ------------------------------------------------------- In the interview room David is shaking. He sees a door surrounded by white light. She is close, he can feel her, feel her burning desire to escape. ------------------------------------------------------- In her mind Carolyn turns the handle, her mind screaming to escape, to run from her private hell. ------------------------------------------------------- David is sweating now. He sees the door open and Carolyn is there, dressed in a flowing white dress, like a wedding gown. Her face shows the strain of being captured, her eyes wide with fear. "Don't worry I'm here to help," David feels himself saying to Carolyn and stepped through the door. "Who are you, why are you here?, what do you want?" Carolyn demands. "My name is David. I'm here with the police to try and find you. Please help me," David's voice says. "I want to get out of here, quickly he's coming," Carolyn is starting to panic. "Can you tell me where you are?" David asks. "No time, I must escape. The Mailman, The mailman is here," Carolyn screams and pushes past David. David whirls around to try and come after her but Carolyn has shut the door behind her. David pulls the door but it is firmly locked. "Hey wait," he calls but Carolyn is long gone. Scott and Tina can only stare as David's body falls to the floor and starts to convulse. Scott rushes out to call for help, whilst Tina stays put to ensure David doesn't hurt himself. In the meantime Carolyn's body starts to shake and convulse, her mouth starting to fill with spittle and blood. The mailman sits and watches her, It's just a trick by the enemy he figures. By the time the paramedics arrive David's Grand Mal has stopped. Tina is holding him steady whispering comforts into his ear. David's eyes show fear and confusion. "Mailman, Oh God the Mailman, no please," David is screaming over and over. "David it's OK. You're fine," Tina said softly. "We'll need to take him into hospital to get him checked out," one paramedic was saying. "OK Go. Can we ride with him?" Scott asks. "Sure," the paramedic says as he begins to strap the still shaking David into the gurney. David is then lifted out and wheeled into the waiting ambulance. Scott and Tina jump in the back and the ambulance rushes off, sirens blaring. "How is he?" Tina asks one of the paramedics. "He should be fine. We just need to take an ECG and run a few tests but he should be fine. See he's coming round now." ------------------------------------------------------- David's eyes open, clarity returning once more. He stares around him and asks "Where am I?". He suddenly looks shocked and confused. "Shh. You had some kind of episode. I know you're feeling strange but David did you see anything, anything that can help us find her?" Tina asks softly. "David?, who's David?" "He's still out of it," Scott said slowly. "Wait a minute. I don't sound like this, what's going on?" David's face was starting to show panic. ------------------------------------------------------- With the door shut behind him David had no choice but to go forward. He opens his eyes and sees a dimly lit room. At one end sits a small, overweight man. David tries to speak but all that comes out is a high pitched "HMMMPH." David's body feels strange, he looks down and cries out even louder when he sees two firm breasts, covered by what looks to be a swimming costume on his chest. Looking closer he sees that the chest isn't his. It's slender well muscled curves lead down to two long, shapely legs. His eyes fixate downwards and focus on the distinct lack of a dick. Mentally he screams and tries to find the door in his mind again but all he sees is blackness. The mailman starts to speak "Now handmaiden, rest over with," the mailman stares into David's face with piercing blue eyes. ------------------------------------------------------- Back in the ambulance Scott and Tina continue the questioning. "What do you mean, who's David. You are," Scott says "My name's Carolyn Dawson. What have you done with my voice," David's body demands. " We've done nothing. Listen David you're still confused from the fit. We have to know did you see anything?" "I've no idea who David is. Wait a minute the man in my dream he was called David. He said he was here to help me. I ran past him, away from the mailman," David's face was looking scared. Scott and Tina exchanged confused glances. "Shh rest now," Tina said. "Wait show me a mirror," David demanded. Tina fished out a small make up mirror from her bag and allowed David to look into it. Carolyn was confused. Why where these people calling her David?, Why did her voice sound so deep, where was she. She looked into the mirror the woman was holding and saw an unshaven face of a man with longish brown hair. The deep brown eyes widened and a loud scream erupts from the mouth. ------------------------------------------------------- The man approaching David looks confused. He cocks his head to one side, then shakes it and leaves the room. David's head is now clear and he tries to formulate some clear thoughts. Before he can do so the man returns with a strong smelling cloth. David tries to resist but is soon overwhelmed by the fumes. ------------------------------------------------------- Caroyln's panic attack ends with the paramedics injecting her with some Valium. Scott and Tina watch as the Valium takes effect. Carolyn's breathing relaxes and soon she is resting. "Now we're in for it," Tina says. "What do think all that was about?" Scott asks Tina "How the hell do I know? What I do know is that the Captain will be really pissed off." "Not if David can provide us with some info." The ambulance rushed into ER. As soon as she arrived Carolyn was taken to a nearby bed. The Valium had made her sleepy. "Mailman, Mailman," was all she could say. "How is he Doc?" Scott asked. "He should be fine. The Valium should be wearing off soon. He was only given a small dose, enough to relax the muscles and stop any more potential episodes." "Can we speak to him?. It's a matter of urgency," Tina asks the doctor. "Sure. No idea if he'll be coherent enough but you can try." "Tina, I've got a better idea. He keeps talking about the mailman so why don't you cross reference the rough description with postal worker records. Maybe we can come up with something. I'll stay here and try and talk to him," Scott suggested. "Good idea! I'll give you a call if I find anything," Tina said. "I'm sorry you'll have to switch off any cell phones. Plays havoc with all the equipment. I'm sure you can use the one in the hallway if required," the Doctor said. "Will do," with that Tina left the hospital. Carolyn's eyes were open now, the effect of the sedative's wearing off. Scott sat down next to him and asked "Hey you gave us quite a scare back there." "Where am I?" Carolyn asked. "In Hospital you had some kind of fit, but the Doc says you'll be just fine." "I, I was in a dark room, Then I dreamt I was a man called David," Carolyn said, still woozy from the effects of the Valium. "You are a man called David. Listen a woman's life depends on what you know. When you held her scarf did you see anything?" "My head! I'm so confused. I remember being taken from my car A few days ago. We stopped someplace, I was blindfolded I couldn't see where I was going," Carolyn said, ignoring for the moment the very masculine tone her voice was making. "Did you notice, see anything else?" Scott asked. "I remember that the journey took about two hours. I noticed the time on his watch when my blindfold was taken off. I awoke in some kind of dark room. A cellar I think, I can see a small crack of light from the doors above me." "What else, David? This is good," Scott's spirit's lifted. At last they were getting somewhere. Strange how he's speaking as though he's Carolyn though Scott thought. Still play along. "Did you see the man, The mailman?" "Yes, just, just before he raped me," Carolyn stalled at this point, the fear returning. "Hey it's OK," Scott said. "I'll be fine. He was small about 5'6 , overweight with the most blue eyes I've ever seen. When I looked into them I just lost myself. I couldn't help but obey." Scott just finished taking notes "Anything else?" "Yeah just before I came here I heard the sound of birds, canaries I think." "Hey David, get some rest I think we can take it from here." Exhausted Carolyn felt her eyes get heavier. This strange dream will end soon she thought as she felt herself begin to float away. "Why don't you let him sleep now," the Doctor said to Scott. "OK. Why did he talk as though he was the one actually being kidnapped?" Scott asked. "It sometimes happens, after a Grand Mal or episode the patient is often confused as to their identity or whereabouts. Don't worry it'll wear off tomorrow." "Thanks Doc," Scott said and left the building to get back to the station. Back at base he met Tina who had just returned with some more information. She looked triumphant "Got the bastard," She said and hugged Scott hard. "How, Who, Where?" Scott blurted. "His name is Martin Phillips. He works in distribution at the central post office. He matches the description given to us by that old lady. He took unpaid vacation a week or so back, claimed he had family problems." "Have you any photo's. David's just given me a detailed description. Let's see if it matches," Scott said excitedly and passed his notes to Tina. "Let's see 5'6 check, blue eyes check and overweight. How about we check him out," Tina suggested. "Did we get anymore on him?. I've got the rest of the team on that now. Do you want to pay him a visit?" Tina said. "Let's do it," Scott said firmly. At last! ------------------------------------------------------- David slowly came around, his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. He hurt all over especially in his crotch. Slowly his vision cleared. He tried to rub his eyes but his hands were still tied. Looking down he saw the unfamiliar shape of a woman's body. He felt a warm, wet feeling in his cunt and shuddered. Slowly dripping down his shapely legs was someone's cum. Fear caused him to shiver, he'd been raped. In spite of himself he started to cry, softly at first and then louder. He tried to call out but the gag was still in place. ------------------------------------------------------- In a darkened room he lay on his bed, relaxing after teaching the handmaiden a lesson. He'd washed himself down afterwards, as he always did. He had deliberately not cleaned her down as this would show he had some respect for her. What puzzled him the most was that she now appeared to be immune to his gaze. He'd been given that as a gift in order to accomplish his task, but now he saw that the handmaiden was immune to it. When he moved on the Queen he'd have to be even more careful. He needed strength and wisdom, so he knelt down on the floor and started to pray. ------------------------------------------------------- Outside of the house of Martin Phillips, Tina, Scott, and several officers moved themselves into position. Overhead, flying at a discrete distance was a police chopper. A sniper sat in the open door of it, ready to intervene if required. Scott and Tina casually walked up to the door. Tina moved to one side ready to cover her partner. "Ready to go?" Scott asked Tina. "When you are." Scott knocked on the door "Martin Phillips. This is the police. We need to ask you some questions." Silence. Scott repeated the request. "Think he's in there?" Tina asked. "Dunno. Let's try a thermograph," Scott suggested. Tina spoke into her radio "Ground crew