The Savior

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Chapter 10

Sleep didn’t come easily to me. By the time my alarm went off, I had only slept for an hour. I trudged to work, waiting for the police to arrest me at any point. He had to of known it was me. I know it. Any idiot could tell. That’s why I try to stay unseen by anyone who could recognize me. Especially people who know me.

Liza greeted me at the front door of the office as I walked up. “Hey.” She said. “What happened last night?” she whispered. Looking around, I saw the coast was clear.

“Cory walked in as I was leaving.” I whispered. Her mouth popped open.

“Oh my god! Did he know it was you?” I shrugged.

“I don’t know. I guess we’ll find out today though.” We walked into the building. Outside of the office, I saw Cory pacing. My heart started pounding. Liza gave me a worried look. He turned, seeing me.

“I gotta talk to you!” Grabbing my elbow, he practically pulled me into the conference room.

“What’s the matter?” I asked. He shut the door and closed the blinds. God, he’s gonna kill me.

“I saw her.”

“Who?” He gripped my shoulders.

“The Savior! I saw her last night! She killed that horrible Horace girl. I walked in as she was leaving.”

“Did you catch her?” I asked. He shook his head.

“I couldn’t…” he trailed off.


“All I could do was stare at her.”

“Was there something on her face?” I asked, smiling. He shook his head, leaning against the wall.

“No. There was just something about her. I don’t know.” He looked at me. “Do you believe in love at first sight?”

“Uh…” I felt a blush fill my cheeks. “I guess? Why? Do you think you are in love with her?”

“Yeah.” I sat down in one of the chairs. If I knew I’d make that kind of an impact on him in a slutty outfit, I’d be wearing one right now.

“Cory, this is crazy. Did you even talk to her?” He shook his head.

“No. We just looked at each other then she ran. I tried to find her again after that, but she vanished. Maybe it is crazy.”

“Did you talk to the sketch artist? This means we have a new profile.” I stood. Reaching out, he grabbed my hand.

“Abby, I didn’t tell anyone I saw her. Only you.” My face had to look surprised as I looked up at him. “No one can know until I actually talk to her. Promise me you won’t tell a soul.”

“I promise.” I whispered. “But please think about what you are doing. She is a murderer. You said it yourself.”

“Only because she cares about those kids.”

“Who’s the fan now?” I asked, smiling at him.

The next couple of days passed without a Savior sighting. Sam said I should play it safe since I couldn’t tell if Cory would tell or not. He may say that he won’t, but you never know. Especially if his job depends on it. So, I played it easy, spending time on homework and with Sam and Ash. Liza and her three kids even tag along now. I told Sam about Liza knowing. He wasn’t thrilled but decided we could use her. He taught her how to manage my hair so that none would fall out or get left behind at a crime scene. She even made me a few more of my super hero outfit so that I could go without washing it every night. We became a team. Sam is still teaching me fighting techniques in case Scorpio butts his ugly face again. I’ve been waiting for him to show up. I know he will. And I know what I will tell the drug lord and where he can shove his deal.

Cory has become a regular staple in my life lately too. With the recent low profile of the Savior, he comes over all the time to try and pinpoint the next victim since the Savior isn’t going for those on the list. I still haven’t told him about the girls that were deleted from the system. It would be like confessing. When he is at my place, I make sure to hide all my photos of the kids and all of my outfits and tools. That would be horrible if he pulled a Liza. Some nights, we even crash on the couch. Everything has stayed platonic though. For good reason too.

Two weeks after the run in with Cory, Sam decided we could go back to ‘work.’ So, Liza pinned my hair up and helped me get dressed as Sam picked the best meeting place. I called a couple from Toronto who was travelling here as we prepared. Liza and her kids were going to spend the night at Sam’s so that Ash wouldn’t be alone like usual. He and I would just come back here afterwards instead of my place.

The next girl was Gwen Poughley. She was a 19-year-old girl who starred in a show in her youth. Today, she takes turns with different people making babies she can’t take care of. She was almost convicted of killing her last newborn in the bathtub. The court ruled it as accidental though. She has four other children though. But only has custody of one, a three-year-old daughter named Gina. The baby’s father is that actor who died last year in a car accident in New York City. She was supposed to live with him and be happy, but his untimely death didn’t let that happen. Sometimes, I wonder why God is so cruel to these kids. They don’t ask to be born into this.

Sam pulled up in front of the Poughley home. It was a large mansion that her parents had owned in the nineties. Both had died recently though, leaving her the estate in which she turned into a party house. That was until she was placed under house arrest. I waved at him as I sprinted up the driveway to the back door. I found a sliding glass one unlocked and slipped in, making my way to her bed room quietly and quickly like a cat in the night. I could hear a kid crying as I got closer to the door. It was cracked open a few inches already. Peeking in, I saw Gina in a crib. The kid was three. Why was she in a crib? Looking down, I saw Gwen lying in the bed. She wasn’t moving, and her eyes were wide open. Opening the door all the way, I knelt next to her on the bed. She was cold and there was no pulse. Sighing, I stood up. On the bed side table, there was a small pile of white powder. Leaning in, I could tell it was coke. It also had a strong aroma of rat poison. Standing up again, I quickly picked up Gina and hugged her close. “Shhh. It’s okay. It’s okay, baby girl.” I cooed, looking around. Had she killed herself on purpose? My gut old me no. I had a feeling Scorpio had a hand in this. That meant I needed to get Gina out of here and now.

I ran down the stairs and outside to Sam’s waiting truck. I tucked her in the back seat and buckled her in. “Sam, get her to the meeting point. Wait until the people show up. Get her out of the truck and then leave.”

“Where the hell are you going?”

“Gwen was dead when I got here, Sam. Whoever it was may still be in this house.” I jogged back inside and looked around. There was no sign of any one breaking in. Not even a broken window. I made notes of everything as I walked around the house, the scalpel gripped in my hand tightly. By the time I made my way back to the bedroom, I was certain they were gone. Opening the door, I entered. That’s when I saw the note on the mirror in the corner.

I take your answer is a no then. You have 24 hours to reveal yourself to the police and quit killing my clients before we have a problem. Sincerely, Scorpio.

Crumpling up the notes, I flung it across the room angrily. “Something wrong?” A voice said from the doorway. I nearly jumped out of my skin. Looking, I saw Cory standing there. I began to go for the window. “Wait! Please.” Turning back to him, I stared at him. He looked at Gwen then me again.

“She was dead when I got here.” I started, looking at him. “She snorted cocaine laced with rat killer. She couldn’t have known though.”

“Who are you?” I shook my head.

“For you to know who I am could put your life in danger. Just do yourself a favor and forget you saw me.”

“I can’t do that though.” I looked at him long and hard, I could hear the sirens in the distance.

“Meet me at the docks. One hour.” I said before climbing out the window and sliding down the gutter.

I could hear the sound of killer whales calling to each other off in the distance from my perch on the dock. I kept checking my watch, knowing that Cory would be here any second. When the sound of footsteps coming towards me caught my attention, I stood. He stood there, out of breath. His hair was messy and out of place from running, his chest rising and falling as he panted. The breeze blew through my hair as he stepped closer to me. I made sure to keep a good distance from him though and in the darker part of the dock.

“I can’t give you what you want.” I called out to him.

“I don’t know what I want so I guess that’s a good thing.” I shook my head.

“I have a lot of people out for me. Including the FBI. You could be fired.”

“How do you know who I am?”

“Most serial killers’ own televisions.” He smirked. “Are you going to tell them that you saw me again?” He stepped closer.

“No. I can’t bring myself to do it.”

“Showing weakness to an enemy? Bad idea, Agent Bowen.” He shrugged, stepping even closer. He was only about a foot from me, both of us in the dim light now.

“I can’t shake the feeling that I know you from somewhere.”

“Trust me. You know no one like me. I’m a complex and unique individual trying to save kids from a hell they don’t deserve.”

“I know. And I admire your passion for these kids.” Reaching up, I touched his cheek. Standing on my tippy toes, I kissed his cheek.

“Forget me.” I whispered. As I pulled back, he grabbed my wrist. Looking at him, I suddenly felt his lips crushing against mine in a heated kiss. It was like a war with our lips to see who would give up first. We stayed like this for what felt like forever before I pulled away. “Heed my warning.” I whispered. I felt tears brim my eyes. “I can’t see you die.”

Then I was gone.

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