Custom Hydrus Irion
Ferrox
Fraser sat in his office. On the table in front of him lay a batch of photographs. All of them showed young woman in their early twenties. All of them had one thing in common: they were all missing.
Fraser sighed and grabbed a file from the desk. The newest missing woman was named Lyla Hawkings. She just turned twenty-three years old last week. To celebrate her birthday she went to a discotheque outside of town. Some of her friends later told the police they had seen her together with a unknown man just before she went missing. The search for the unknown man went unsuccessful and Fraser tried hard to avoid thinking about the obvious truth - he didn't had more solid evidence than he had in the past.
He kneaded his forehead and rubbed his eyes. He was tired. He hadn't slept much the past few weeks. It wasn't just because his unsuccessful work. Mainly it was because his wife had left him a few weeks ago. She had a affair with one of her friends. Fraser had caught them in the act literally when he came home from work earlier. He was furious and kicked them both out of his house. She came the next day to gather her things. She didn't even try to talk to him. She just told him, she was happy the secrecy was finally over.
First Fraser had been utterly devastated but soon his sadness gave way to deep disdain. Oh, how much he did hate this woman! No, not only her. He hated them all, those cheap whores who think they could get everything they want. They didn't care about how much they hurt other people feelings, they just wanted to have some fun.
Fraser threw the file back on the desk and glanced at the photos of the girls. All of them remembered him of his wife. He didn't even knew them but he already hated them all. But his job demanded of him to do his best to solve this case and that was, what he was going to do. No more, no less!
Fraser stood up and walked out of his office.
"Hey Fraser, are you going to knock off work?", a older agent asked him.
Even though Fraser was mentally still by his wife and the missing girls, he somehow managed to put on a pleasant face.
"Yeah, I believe thinking about the case will me get nowhere. Well, at last for today. See ya tomorrow.", Fraser answered and the other cop nodded.
"Get home safe!", the agent said just before the door closed behind Fraser, who looked at his watch. It was shortly after eleven o clock. He made his way to the underground parking garage. There weren't many cars left in there. Most people were already home, to spend the rest of the day together with their families. Since Fraser didn't had a good reason anymore to be home often, he had started to work overtime. He just went home to get some sleep eventually but thinking about sleeping in the bed where his ex had slept with another guy disgusted him, so he slept on the couch instead.
"I should just sell the bed and buy myself a new one.", he thought while he climbed into his car.
He started the vehicle to drive home. On his way home he passed one of the larger discos in town. The loud music made him groan loudly.
"I really need to get some sleep.", he thought yawning.
A part of the way back to his home went through a unlit forest road. He concentrated on the path when suddenly something caught his attention. There on the shoulder of the road parked a car, hidden behind a few trees.
Curious he parked the car and stepped out to take a look. His right hand was firmly wrapped around the butt of his gun by instinct. He tried to make out something but because of the darkness he could see anything. He walked around to the driver's door and he thought he heard a faint sound from inside the car.
"Open the door, FBI.", Fraser said.
The door stayed closed but the noises stopped in an instant. Fraser decided to open the door himself. He grabbed the door handle and ripped it open, gun pointed directly at the point where he supposed the drivers head to be.
Inside sat a young man. He wore a suit and his face adorned a innocent smile.
"Good evening officer. How can I help you?", the man asked.
Fraser looked at the passenger seat. There sat a young woman, slumped against the door. She appeared to be sleeping.
"What's wrong with her?", Fraser wanted to know.
"Oh, nothing serious. She just drank a little bit too much.", the young man answered.
"Please show me your ID.", Fraser said and the young man retrieved his wallet from his inside pocket.
"Here.", the young man said, giving it to Fraser, who quickly glanced at the data of it. He couldn't read what his name was because this part was covered by some kind of color stains. The only thing he could make out was that the man was only five years younger than Fraser himself. He didn't even bother to ask for the mans name. He just nodded and gave him his ID back before he walked around to the passenger door. He opened it.
"Hey miss, can you please show me your ID?", Fraser asked. The woman didn't moved.
"Hello, miss, can you hear me?", Fraser asked again, touching her slightly. He body slumped to the other side. Fraser looked at her questioning when the man suddenly began to talk.
"I am sorry but she currently can't hear you. I drugged her and she is sleeping very tight at the moment.", the man at the driver's side said unmoved.
Fraser looked up at him shocked, just to be greeted by the sight of a gun barrel, pointed directly at his face.
"Welcome, officer Fraser McDonovan. I am very pleased to meet the person who is looking after me since this long.", the man said grinning.
"Y-you...? How come you know my name? What do you want from me?", Fraser asked uneasy.
"First, I'd like you to hand me over your gun.", he said, holding his free hand in front of Fraser who gave him the weapon without a question. "Very well. Now I'd like you do climb into this car. No need to be frightened. I won't kill you. I just want to talk to you. After all we are almost best buddies, right?", the man asked, chuckling.
A few seconds Fraser thought about fleeing but the gun pointed at him made him enter the car. Just after he sat down the man activated the central locking system and Fraser regretted immediately that he had complied so easily.
"L-look, if you turn yourself in-", Fraser began but the man interrupted him.
"Isn't it quite ironic you got the job to turn me in and just a few months later your wife does exactly the same as this little bitch here right next to me?", the man asked laughing, whiles he started the car.
"W-what do you mean? Where are we going?", Fraser asked anxious.
The man in the driver seat hold up his hand in a soothing manner.
"No need to rush things. We got the whole night to talk.", the man answered chuckling. "But to answer your first question, do you really think I didn't inform myself about my opponent?", he asked, looking at Fraser through the driving mirror.
Before Fraser could answer, the man continued.
"I know we would meet sooner or later so I informed myself a little bit about you. Your name is Fraser McDonovan, you live in a mansion just a few miles of here. You are thirty-six years old and a few weeks ago you kicked out your wife because she cheated you with one of her friends, am I right?", he said smiling.
Fraser only stared at him too stunned to answer right away.
"So I am right. Well, let me tell you, we aren't as different as you think we are. You know, my father committed suicide after my stepmother dumped him because she felt in love with my fathers business partner. My father went through hell because of this stupid bitch and some day he broke and killed himself.", the man told him.
Fraser remained silent.
"But he left me this wonderful mansion, hidden behind a forest, miles away from civilization. The perfect place to revenge my father and everybody else who had to suffer the same psychical pain as my father did. Do you understand what I am talking about Mr. McDonovan?"
Fraser looked at him.
"What are you going to do with her?", he asked pointing at the woman in the passenger seat.
"I am going to hurt her and then I'll kill her.", he answered, looking at Fraser. Seeing his shocked face he began to laugh.
"You should see your face. Come on McDonovan, why do you mind their fate? Don't you want to hurt your wife for what she did to you? Don't you want to make her pay for her selfishness? Just pretend this woman here is your wife and vent your frustration on her. It would make you feel much better - and nobody would ever come behind the truth."
Fraser didn't answer until the man suddenly stopped the car. Fraser looked out of the window. The car parked in front of a huge mansion.
"We are there. Come on, McDonovan. I'll show you something.", the man said getting out of the car. Fraser followed. The man opened the passenger door and grabbed the woman by the hair, lifting her up on his shoulder.
"Follow me.", he said to Fraser, which he did. He didn't want to admit but he understood what the man had said earlier and he started to like the idea of getting his revenge. The man brought the girl into a cellar room. Fraser was astonished when he saw what was inside. In the middle of the room was a single chair where the man placed the girl on, fastening her arms and legs with thick leather straps. On the metal table beside the chair lay a lot of different Instruments.
"Those are for the fun later on.", said the man to Fraser with a wink when he saw Frasers asking look.
"Come on, I'll show you something. The girl will need at last two more hours until she awakes so we've got some spare time.", he said then happily and indicated Fraser to follow him.
Fraser did as he was told, following him inside the house they walked upstairs in the second floor where the man stopped in front of a locked door. He retrieved a key from his pants pocket and unlocked the wooden door.
"Come.", he said, inviting Fraser inside, before he closed the door.
Fraser took a look around. The room was small. There were no windows in it, just a old looking couch and quite a few shelves. They were filled with dozens of videotapes. He tried to make out the handwriting on one of the tapes but the light inside the room was too flat.
Fraser had nearly forgotten he wasn't alone, when the voice of the other man pulled him out of his thoughts. He waved a singe tape in front of Frasers eyes.
"Take a sit and enjoy the show.", he said to him chuckling, while he inserted the tape in the video recorder.
Fraser sat and the man followed suit.
The video started and Fraser recognized the woman blindfolded and fastened on the chair in the cellar immediately. It was one of the missing woman, Patricia Crowley. The recording had to be done with a hidden camera inside the cellar. He could see how Patricia awakened, pulling unsuccessfully on the restrains. She started to scream but her screams were muffled by the gag in her mouth. Suddenly the opening of a door was heard and a few seconds later a man entered the scenery. He moved behind her and removed her blindfold. The girl was crying and tried to talk to the person in front of her but he just stood there, watching. When he had enough from simply looking at her, he walked over to the metal table, displaying a lot of different tools. He grabbed a bolt cutter and waved it in front of her frightened eyes but then he changed his mind and put it back on the table. Instead he grabbed a really sharp looking scalpel. He moved in front of her so his back was blocking the view of the scenery but Fraser didn't had to see what he was doing. He could hear her scream through the gag. When the man suddenly moved away she was covered in blood. While she was sobbing he walked back to the table. Humming silently to himself he grabbed the blot cutter once more. He slowly walked back to her, savouring in her terror. He raised the bolt cutter but just in the moment he went to make use of it, Fraser leaped to his feet and ran out of the room. He had seen a bathroom when he had followed the man inside the house and he was heading straight for it.
He was kneeling in front of the toilet, vomiting, when he caught sight of a pair of shoes right beside him.
"And here I thought you were a tough guy. Seems like I was wrong.", the man said chuckling.
Fraser raised his head vomit running down his chin.
"You are sick!", he manged to choke out.
The man laughed.
"Maybe, but seeing this tape, didn't you like it? This helpless woman being totally at my mercy? Toying with her fear and then killing her, that's a rush. You should really try it yourself. Just think about your ex and everything will work out of it's own."
Fraser shook his head and the man laughed.
"Human beings are born with a naturally instinct to kill but some people just suppress their wish to kill another human whilst other people like me, just play out their wishes and phantasies."
He hold a handkerchief out to Fraser, who took it gratefully, wiping his chin clean. The man still hold out his hand but Fraser just looked at it uncertain.
"Now you've got two got two possibilities, Fraser McDonovan. Either you'll join me and try it yourself or I'll have two bury two corpses tonight.", he said unmoved as if he talked about the weather outside.
Fraser stared at him wide-eyed.
"So, which one are you going to choose?", the man asked. "Are you going to die, in fear of hurting this girl or are you going to grab the chance of getting your revenge?"
Many different thoughts were running through his mind. He thought about his work, his parents and co-workers and he thought about his ex and how much he hated her. He had always thought, he would never get his revenge and now this man offered him another way to satisfy his hunger. If he decided to deny the mans offer, he would certainly kill him. Did he really want to die for that bitch? And suddenly Fraser only felt a growing rage boiling inside of him. No, he would never let another woman use him like that again. He would never fall for them again. The man in front of him was right. He wanted, no needed revenge and if he could play it out on this girl he would be glad to give it a try.
Fraser reached his hand out and grabbed the other mans one.
"I am glad you decided this way. I am certain we'll have a lot of fun tonight.", the man said dragging Fraser into a standing position. "My name is Anatol. Nice to meet you."
