An Unlikely Romance Ch. 02

Desperately trying to compose herself, Monica asked him in an even tone.

"How do you know that God wanted you to do this?"

"He who hath seeks out the Lord shall find Him. The Lord speaks to His disciples not by words, but by actions. He set the example with those five harlots."

Something snapped inside Monica. Whatever vestige of self-control was inside her went up in smoke as this guy justified his act as a work of God and deified the actual butcher. She looked up at the video camera in the interrogation room and then at him. After a few minutes she made a decision. She picked up her chair and used it to barricade the door. After that, she turned off the camera.

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It took about a minute for everyone watching the screen to unfreeze. Soon there was a sense of panic around the station. A few officers tried breaking down the door but to no avail. She had wedged the chair in precisely. The video feed was gone, but there was nothing to prevent us from hearing the demented shrieks coming from the room. There were muffled sounds of banging coming from inside. There was a loud crash followed by even more hysterical cries of anguish from Malcolm.

There was a repetitive sickening splat of skin hitting skin as she continued her merciless assault. Once in a while we heard a loud snap, which told us that she had broken some bone. After about forty minutes of this gruesome audio, the screams finally decreased. He was losing consciousness. That did not deter her apparently, as she raining down sickening blows which resonated around the station. Finally, there was dead silence.

Everybody in the station looked at each other uneasily. There was a sound indicating the chair being moved and then the door swung open. Monica slowly walked out. She looked unlike I had seen her. Her eyes were red, her hair was dishevelled and her suit was hanging open. There was a considerable amount of blood on her hands.

As she stepped out, everybody made way for her. She strode out and looked around at everyone.

"Unfortunately, he's still alive. Get him patched up and put him in his holding cell. When he recovers tell him to sign a confession, or else I will pay him a visit in his cell. As for the disciplinary file, put it with the heap. There was no video evidence, so I should escape on a technicality."

Everybody just gawked on.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Go."

The entire station rushed off to do their respective duties. I tentatively stood next to Monica, unsure of my next move.

"Can I sleep in your place for the night, or what's left of it? I don't feel like making the long drive back to Washington Heights."

"Umm.. sure." I said, out of fear more than anything else.

"Great. I'll just go wash up. No point in getting psycho blood all over the seat."

I grinned weakly at her last stab at humour as she went off. Boz crept up to me from behind.

"She's one of a kind. A real asset to the force. I just spoke to the head EMT. A preliminary glance shows multiple fractures in his ribs, spine and skull. His shoulders and kneecaps have been dislocated and his limbs have been bent at impossible angles. He seems to have massive internal and external bleeding. If she hadn't stopped when she did... we might have been dealing with another murder case tonight."

"She really laid into him, didn't she?" I said, stating the obvious.

Boz looked at me with a lopsided smirk.

"Just you wait till she catches the real butcher. This is going to look like a Disney movie in comparison."

That was precisely what I didn't want to hear.

Just then, Monica passed by calling me over. I said a silent prayer as I followed her downstairs.