Unexpected ~ Sequel to Murdered with Love ~ Chapter Thirteen
KatrinaandTiff:
More more more! One of your old fans has come back to haunt you......hehe. More more more more more more more more more!
KateTheSuperKat:
Your wish is my command. :P
Chapter Three – Caught (or not?)
Alex seized her wrist and pulled Marielle Terra, aka Valentina Johnson to the living. He forced her down on the sofa.
“I knew it.”
“So what are you gonna do now? Call your friends and lock me up in prison? Oh no, you first need to prove I’m really Val, and you need to convince court I killed those people. Ah well, it will take just a few months and then I will be safely hidden from the world.” Alex couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. She did deserve it, surely, but on the other hand, she hadn’t hurt anyone the past five years. But then again, what about the mother that would never be able to hold her son again?
“I’m going to take you back, and yes, I will need to prove your guilt.”
“Okay. Let’s go then.”
“Now?” he asked, a litte confused at her sudden agreement.
“Yeah, or do you want me to stay here a little longer?”
“No.” He pulled her up again, and took her out.
“You know I can walk myself.”
“I don’t want you to run away now I finally found you.” She rolled her eyes and he opened the door of his car.
“You might want to open the other door, seeing as you’ll probably like to drive yourself.”
“Oh...Yeah.” He opened the other door. Val got in. Alex hestitated. He had been waiting for this moment so long, but now it just didn’t feel right. He didn’t want to lock her up anymore. He leaned against the car. He should be taking her straight back, to a place were she could be safely locked up till they had gathered enough evidence. He rubbed his forehead. And then what? Lock her up for the rest of her life?
Val waited patiently for him to get in the car. She remained silent for a few minutes, but couldn’t resist saying something at last.
“Well?”
“Get out.”
“Eh?”
“Just get out. Go back to your house, forget all about today.”
“Why? And how can I forget the police is after me?”
“I’m the only one still searching you, I’ll just shut up.”
“Wait. I don’t get it. You search me for five years and now you just let me go?” Now that she said it, it sounded quite stupid indeed.
“Yeah, I know.”
“You also know this really makes no sense?”
“Now do you want to go to prison or not? Just go before I change my mind and decide to take you back.” Val got out of the car.
“Thanks.” She hugged him and went back inside. Alex banged his head against the car.
KateTheSuperKat:
And because chapter three is really short, chapter four is here too.
Chapter Four – Bad News
Alex was about to get in the car, when suddenly something came to his mind. He didn’t tell Val about Danielle’s death yet. He took a deep breath and went back to the house. The door opened when he pushed against it, and he found Val sitting in the kitchen.
“Changed your mind already?” she asked.
“Not exactly. Came back to tell you something.”
“And what may that something be?” Alex took a seat.
“Your mother died short after you left.” It remained silent. Alex observed Val’s face, but there was no emotion in her eyes.
“Val?” She looked at him, and smiled. That was a kinda weird reaction. Smiling after you heard your mother was dead? But then he realised she didn’t smile because she was happy.
“That’s too bad.”
“How old was she actually?”
“Eh, I think about sixty. I dunno exactly though.”
“OK,” he said, unsure how to continue the conversation. If it was to be continued at all. He was talking with a murderer, for god’s sake. She could grab the kitchen knife and stab him right out of this world. It wasn’t like she had never done it before.
“Anyway, I should go back.”
“Okay. Thanks.” He left again.
*****
So Danielle had finally died. Of course I had known she could impossibly survive long with her weak health. Probably the effects of our little ‘argument’ had been to much for her old body. Ah well, it was her own fault. Wasn’t it her who started the fight in the first place? Then the door opened again. I wondered briefly whether Alex was back again, but then saw my neighbor and her ten year old daughter.
“Hello Anita, I didn’t expect you at all,” I smiled and got up.
“Actually I’ve got a little problem and I was wondering if you could help me out, Marielle.”
“Go ahead and tell me the problem.”
“I have a party tonight I really need to attend. But there is no one to look after Yara.” Yara sighed.
“I told you you could take me with you.”
“It’s not a party for children, love. Anyway, I was hoping you could keep an eye on Yara?”
“Sure. When are you back?”
“That’s not going to be earlier than three am.”
“Well, then Yara can sleep here. Else you have to wake her up in the middle of the night. She can sleep in my bed, I’ll take the couch.”
“Really? Thank you so much, Marielle.”
“That’s fine. Enjoy your party.”
“I sure will.” Anita kissed her daughter and went back to her own home.
“So,” Yara started. “Let’s have some fun.”
xgreydovex:
how...odd of Alex.
and what does Yara mean by 'fun'? Is Val/Marielle grooming her to be her successor? :x
PLEASE continue!
KateTheSuperKat:
Here it is... Complete with drama. :)
Chapter Five - Chaos
“Yara? Yara!” I yelled. It was as if she had completely disappeared. I sighed and double-checked every room. Then I opened the door to the living. Yara was jumping on the couch.
“Will you stop doing that now!” I screamed. Who had taught this kid manners? Yara stopped jumping, and walked in my direction.
“If I ever see you doing that again, you’re in serious trouble, ma’am!”
“Sorry,” Yara muttered. “I’m just bored.”
“Well,” I sighed, looking out of the window. “It’s time to go to bed anyway.”
“Aww. Can’t I stay up a little longer?”
“You’re yawning all the time, Yara. Put on jour PJ’s.”
“Will you read from this book?” She pulled a book out of nowhere.
“OK then.”
Yara changed her clothes, and we both sat down. I opened the book, and started to read. I noted Yara had chosen the longest story in the book, and I couldn’t help but smile. She was a smart kid. After I finished the story, I put her to bed. I switched the lights off and went back to the living.
*****
Alex’ cellphone started ringing. He answered it with a short ‘yes?’.
“Mill, you’ll never believe it, but we tracked down your murderer?” Alex’ eyes widened.
“What murderer?” he asked carefully.
“You know, the one you’ve been looking for. Valentina Johnson.”
“Really? Where is she?” Maybe they had the wrong address. He hoped so. The officer gave her location, and Alex knew it was right.”
“Brilliant. I’m close to that place. I’ll go there now.” And warn Val.
“Sorry, but you can’t. We’re sending some officers, because we don’t want her to get away again. You can join them, though.” He promised he would, and ended the conversation. He took a deep breath, and stared at his cellphone for some time. Val was in serious troubles. He was in serious troubles if they found out he hadn’t arrested her. Alex stepped in the car.
*****
Someone knocked on the door. Again. I ignored it. After twelve o’clock I opened for no one. It was not until they started to scream I realized who they were.
“Police! Open the door.”
“Damn!” I cursed under my breath. I pulled my gun out of a vase, and looked around, searching for possibilities to escape. Strange enough I felt no fear. Actually I felt nothing at all. Everything I knew was that I had to get away as quickly as possible. At that moment I heard shooting, and the door opened.
“Crap.” I walked backwards.
“You’re under arrest, ma’am!” one of them yelled. “Drop the gun or we need to hurt you!” I laughed.
“Hurt me? No way.” I pulled the trigger. The cop fell back, his eyes widened in amazement, still not realizing what had happened. Apparently he didn’t think I would really shoot. Thought wrong. I heard Yara yell.
Two more cops ran through the door. I frowned, and decided the door was no way out. I turned to the window, and before they knew what I was doing, I fired. The window broke at once. I jumped through it, cutting myself on a piece of glass. I fell and quickly got up again. I ran as fast as I possibly could. If I just got to the car, I would be safe. I cursed myself for not finding a way to escape earlier. Then I heard someone fire a gun. My shoulder exploded with pain.
“Ow!” I grimaced and pushed my hand against the wound, trying not to pass out. I jumped over a stone, and saw my car. I jumped in it, pulling the keys out of my pocket.
My shoulder hurt incredibly much, and there was already a big blood stain on my clothes. I finally managed to start the car. I drove backwards, hitting at least one unlucky cop. I turned the car, and gained some more speed. Almost around the corner. Then I heard another loud BANG, and the car slipped.
“Oh my god.” I tried to keep the car on the road, but the wheels were useless, and the car didn’t respond to my actions to turn it. The big tree on the side of the road came closer and closer.
“NO!” I tried to open the door, but somehow it wouldn’t open. And that awful tree was still coming closer. The car was gonna hit it. And I knew which of the two was gonna win the confrontation. My God, what did I do? Strange how that kind of thoughts occurred when the end was so close. Now that I faced death itself, I felt sorry for all the lives I had taken. Almost all the lives. My hands felt sweaty, but the rest of my body was icy cold. I breathed quickly and my shoulder hurt more than ever. Funny how you notice those things when they don’t matter anymore.
Just a few metres and the car would bump into the tree. I knew I wouldn’t survive it. No one would. I caught a glimpse of a horrified person in my mirror, and realised it was Alex. I’m sorry for causing you so much troubles. I breathed in. Somehow I felt calm. No matter what came after this life, I couldn’t change anything about it. Neither could I change my past.
Then the confrontation came. The windows of the car exploded. The fragments of glass cut me in every not covered part of my body. Then it was over. There was a big BANG and the world became black.
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