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"Sir..." Wallace sighs before continuing on, "Josh. I don’t think it is such a good idea to go in there by yourself." Her voice taking on a firm tone. Her crystal eyes gazing up at the worn- out building. Sighing myself I place my hand on her shoulder, her gaze falling upon me. I give her a half smile, knowing deep down that it really wasn’t a good idea. But it just seems like the right thing to do, like something I have to do. Not saying anything I turn the engine off, then head to the back of the vehicle. Grabbing a variety of weapons: a pistol to go in my shoulder holster, a knife to slide in between my belt, and pepper spray, as well as the pepper ball gun. Clearing my throat I turn only to be greeted by worrying faces of my officers. I know they all felt helpless just sitting out here, waiting for either good news, or bad, but it had to be done.

"Okay, everyone already knows the rules, so I expect ya’ll to abide by them. None of ya’ll guys are to go in there without my say so. Got it?" I ask, my eyes darting from one face to another, all of them reassuring me that they understand. Everyone, but Wallace, who was not in the line up. My eyes scan the surroundings frantically, everyone else doing the same as they notice something is wrong. "Anyone see where Wallace went?" I ask aloud. Turning my attention back to them, their blank faces telling me no. "Stay here." I say, cocking the gun and running towards the dark building.

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The smell of a rotting corpse quickly fills the hot air. Muffling gags heard every so often. I sit there, staring intently at the family, the ticking of my wristwatch counting down the minutes they had left. Sighing I look over to my brother’s lifeless body. The blood flow finally stopping, crusting over like one big scab. The large gash in his neck turns purple and blue along the outline of his skin, the muscle and tendons shrinking. His eyes are no longer the color they once were, but a pale white. Staring down at my watch I see that he only has 20 more minutes. Standing I brush myself off, my hand reaching for the knife. Tearing it out of the wood, the small pool of dried blood cracks and crumbles as the knife lingers at my side now. The children are exhausted from crying and screaming, their eyelids heavy, cheeks that were pale are now rosy red. The mother cradles her children as best she can, her fear slowly being covered by anger.

"Time is almost up precious." I say tapping the bloody knife on the center of my watch. Just then I notice the mother rolling her eyes, either from disgust or annoyance. Fury raises in my body once more as I grab her by her hair. Screams filling my ears like liquid filling up a cup. I pull her out into the light swinging her around on the ground, watching her body spin in a half circle. I come down on to her body, the knife grazing across her flushed cheeks. "You dare roll yours eyes at me?!" I hiss, the words bouncing back and forth off the metal walls. She starts shaking her head, fear once more overtaking her body, making her shake. The children’s pleas are barely audible. I look her body over, wondering what pleasures lurk behind those clothes. Wondering what my brother found so appealing in fucking a woman who did not want it. The knife, as if it had a mind of its own, lowers to her blouse. Her breathing deep and fast. Cutting the first button, she gasps, realizing what is happening. Her tears pouring out. I cut all of the buttons, the shirt slowly falling to her sides, revealing her white bra. I look up at her, her eyes saying no. But all I see is yes.

"It won’t hurt precious." I say, rubbing my greasy, blood crusted hands over her smooth skin. Curiosity taking over.

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Arriving to the door inside, the strong scent of expired oil hits my nose. I cough at the strong odor, walking in to the already opened door. Where the fuck did she go? Looking around at the massive structure, realizing this could take a while. I whisper her name, not wanting to signal to the killer that someone was here. Hearing a noise to my left, I turn my head sharply in that direction. My hands shaking slightly, the gun that I hold rattling.

"Brandy?" I ask lowly, walking to the source of the sound, my finger resting gently on the trigger. I walk behind some old barrels, seeing nothing but a few rats, running around. Rolling my eyes I continue my search. Stairs leading up, a few doors to my left and right. Sighing I decide to check the bottom first then work my way up. I head to the first door, a sign that was once there, is now completely worn down. Opening the door slowly, a few creaks escape and echo through the air. Stopping I look around, hoping it didn’t reach anyone else’s ears. Coming in to the room I notice it has busted up computers and printers. Thick dust cover the cloth chairs. Deciding that there is nothing in this room I head back out, my ears listening to the noises around me. I continue calling her name, only to get a response from the rats that scurry about. The hall floor is covered with oil, from rusting barrels that occupy various sections of the wall.

The rust forming cracks and holes where the oil could make its escape from the suffocating barrels. Taking my steps cautiously, I peer into a room that has no doors at all. The lounge. I thought as I enter. A snack machine along with a coke machine rest their selves against the right side of the wall. Still plugged in, the lights flickering on the selection buttons. Dust is slowly covering the glass window of the vending machine. Most of the selections appearing to have gone to the rats. A rusting sink decorates the left side of the wall, a cozy bed for the little creatures that reside here. A small board hangs next to the sink on the wall. A few wrinkled letters and notes pinned to it. A small calendar, torn and tattered. The year 1953 slowly fading. Shit, this is going to take forever! Why the hell did she have to be so god damn stupid? My patience wearing thin I head back out into the hallway, the concrete flooring scuffing the bottom of my shoes. Sweat beads pop out of my skin and drizzle down my cheeks.

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Licking my lips in satisfaction I stand, peering down at her. Her body quivering from what just took place. I zip my pants and button them, placing the knife on the table. Picking her up by her shoulders I make her stand. Pulling her pants up I zip them. Then wrap her blouse around her, my breath hot and sticky hits her skin. Sweat forming on both our bodies. I give her a flashy smile, then drag her back into the dark corner that has now become their home. Shoving her down to the ground with a violent thrust. Her children sliding over to comfort their mother. I roll my eyes in disgust and laugh to myself. Turning around, my head is met with something blunt. Knocking me sideways, crimson blood trickling from a small gash in my temple. Adjusting my eyes, I see a woman. Her gorgeous blue eyes looking so familiar. The end of her gun dripping drops of blood.

"Freeze you sick motherfucker." She tells me. Anger in her voice, but I notice she is shaking. A smile curls on my lips, as I raise my hands slightly. "Now turn around slowly." She says, her gun motions the move. Nodding my head I give in to her demand. I turn sluggishly, resting my hands on my stomach. My eyes darting behind me. She lowers her gun and looks to the family. Holstering her gun she takes out the handcuffs. Cuffing me and pushing me against the wall, where my jawbone collides with the metal. I winch in pain. Her beautiful lips inches from my ear. "You are going down you nasty freak." She whispers in my ear, pushing me into the wall even more until she rushes over to the family reassuring them that everything is okay now. The children start hugging their mom, their faces dug into each other’s shoulders. Tears of joy for the first time stain their cheeks. I take this opportunity to come up behind the cop, twisting my arms up over my head slowly and silently. I swiftly wrap my arms around the cops neck, the metal cuffs digging into her throat and wind pipe.

"No, my sweet...it is you who is going down." I whisper into her ear, the gurgling gasps like music to my ears. My lips rubbing against her skin.

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