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Post by Detective Vikers on Jun 15, 2010 22:25:59 GMT -4
The night had been eventful; Vikers was not a fan of eventful. But Andy Fletcher was still not behind bars where the dumb bitch deserved to be adn after hours of trying he had not been able to come up with a single thing to pin on her brother and they had had to let him walk. All in all it had been shit and Vikers was pleased when the time came to pack it in and go "home."
He of course had no intention of going home and after driving an hour he found himself buried withint the Virginia woods; there was a certain bit of satisfaction there. The satisfaction in the fact that there was not a soul to be found for miles which allowed him to keep his pets tucked away. His current one was a bit more amusing then the others that had come before her. Amelia Pond served a few purposes and he highly doubted she had any idea what they were.
Parking behind the old cabin and making his way into the barn which sat behind it Vikers was pleased to see the girl still held within the small cage in the corner of the barn. Right where she had been left; he appreciated it when things went according to plan.
Just the same Vikers was angry; they couldn't find Andy and they couldn't hold Rory and neither of those two things were going to work for him.
"Wake-up," Vikers demanded dumping the bucket of water which sat next to the bars into the cell on to the girl.
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Post by Amelia Pond on Jun 16, 2010 12:18:18 GMT -4
Amy had had a very boring day.
That about summed it all up. Locked in a cage in a barn, which she would admit is very out of the ordinary for her, she'd spent the whole day staring at the ceiling; on a good hour, maybe even a wall.
Bruises lined the young doctor's body from where Vikers had beaten her. She ached everywhere and it took a while to find a comfortable position in the cramped cage. Comfort never lasted long however. If she was lucky she fell asleep for a quick nap before always being rudely awakened.
Like with a bucket of water.
Amelia had been lightly dozing when Vikers reappeared in the barn. She was a second from opening her eyes when she found herself doused with water.
"HEY," she yelled, jolted to sit upright from the sudden cold soaking into her clothes.
"You know it would be nice to warn someone before you do something like that. I could catch pneumonia Vikers," she said, glaring.
While she knew it would be no skin off his back is she caught a cold, she could only hope that killing her so soon wasn't in whatever weird plans he had for her. She still had no idea why she was here besides to play the part of a new punching bag to the guy.
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Post by Detective Vikers on Jun 16, 2010 13:48:03 GMT -4
"You know it would be nice to warn someone before you do something like that. I could catch pneumonia Vikers."
"We wouldn't be so lucky," Vikers snapped as he took a seat upon the turned over bucket. He would leave her in there...for now...or until she pissed him off. But for the moment she could stay on her side of the bars and Vikers would stay on his. There would be a different sort of situation this morning.
"And if I warned you then there would be no fun in it for me what so ever," Vikers explained glaring through the bars back at the girl. He had kept her for much longer then he had any of the others who had been before her. But then again she served a purpose unlike the others who had simply come and gone as they were needed.
"Besides I needed to ensure that you were wide awake; we have plenty to talk about today as I really do think I have been allowing you off far too easily," Vikers explained a wicked grin crossing his face.
It was a bump in the road that Andy Fletcher was no longer in jail but soon enough the body of Amelia Pond would turn up and there would be more then enough evidence to throw Rory Fletcher into jail if not death-row which would then of course bring Andy right out into the open. The Fletchers were as easy to read as any book.
"You may be pleased to know that I got to spend a few hours with Rory today; he's looking like hell more and more every day. I think it may have something to due with the fact that we have him just about convinced you simply up and left him," Vikers explained kicking at the bars of the cage absently.
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Post by Amelia Pond on Jun 16, 2010 17:26:21 GMT -4
"We wouldn't be so lucky," Vikers snapped.
"No," she said, eyeing him as he sat on the bucket. "Of course we wouldn't," she muttered.
"And if I warned you then there would be no fun in it for me what so ever."
"And we wouldn't want that."
"Besides I needed to ensure that you were wide awake; we have plenty to talk about today as I really do think I have been allowing you off far too easily," Vikers explained.
She leaned back against the bars before wincing slightly. Amelia gingerly touched her lower back.
"Yeah, so easy my back is screamin' for more," she said 'excitedly', fist pumping slightly in her pretend enthusiasm.
"You may be pleased to know that I got to spend a few hours with Rory today."
Well...that was one way to stop the sarcasm streak she had been on. Stopping she turned to look at him, startled. "Rory?"
"Why were you with Rory?"
"He's looking like hell more and more every day. I think it may have something to due with the fact that we have him just about convinced you simply up and left him."
She was tempted to grab his leg as he messed with her cage but refrained from doing so...for the moment.
"He won't believe you," she said confidently. "We just got engaged. Why would I run off."
She held up her ring hand as if to prove her point.
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Post by Detective Vikers on Jun 16, 2010 17:44:13 GMT -4
Vikers did not for a moment miss the sarcastic streak that was making its way into Amy's voice; he would be sure to see to that later.
"Yeah, so easy my back is screamin' for more."
"I will keep that in mind for later," Vikers responded his voice making perfectly clear that she would pay for her words in a bit more time. For now he would talk but if she continued Vikers would quickly forget all about talking and would perhaps take out the hunting knife he had been itching to test out. There were so many ways to cut someone before they died...so many ways.
"Rory? Why were you with Rory?"
"Oh well now that got the little bitches attention," Vikers noted with a sly smirk. As he kicked harshly at the cage once more. Talking was good and all but he could see himself growing restless just the same. He was a man of action after all.
"He won't believe you," she said confidently. "We just got engaged. Why would I run off."
"Indeed you did...but what with his escaped convict of a sister running around and him being looked into for her escape and the death of a cop as well it would stand to reason you would have left...After all who would marry a cop killer? Even Rory knows that list in non existent and after I broke the news to you about his family past the day before you vanished...well stands to reason that you simply upped and left...all makes perfect sense," Vikers explained with a satisfied smirk.
There was so much to share and he had all the time in the world to do it in; Vikers did very much enjoy having the upper hand.
"How many years has Rory been lying to you about his family Amys? Ever wonder why you never met his sister? His parents?"
Vikers was glad to pose the questions as he took note of Amy's hand; a person could survive having their hand cut off...or a finger. There was so much a body could live through.
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