Realistic or Modern Blissfully Naive [ closed ]

[Syrli]

When the door closed Agnes couldn't help but to feel relieved. Her shoulders relaxed and she let out a sigh. Her emotions were so conflicted, she wanted to make them notice her horror somehow so that they could help her, save her. But she feared what would happen if they did. She had felt Laurence tensing up beside her, and she had almost wanted to shout at them to run. Oh, how she hated that she had let him use her to cover up his crimes. It disgusted her, but at the same time she know she shouldn't blame herself. After all, everyone knew that in situations like this you aren't supposed to try to act heroic. Whether if it's about a bank robbery or a hostage situation, just do as they say and don't put yourself in danger. However, that didn't make her actions feel less immoral.

Leave? Tonight? Why did she suddenly feel like she was his partner in crime? She hadn't done anything, she was a hostage for christ's sake! Would anyone believe that the wife was clueless about her husband's felonies for 8 long year's though? To an outsider it must seem obvious that she was in on it all along. And when they left, and Amy was found in the basement, her friends...her family...Everyone she had known would see her as a murderer. Would she ever be able to come back here again, to her home? "Why tonight? Wouldn't it look extra suspicious if we left right after the cops were here?" She was trying to buy herself some time. Her eyes glanced over towards the knife rack in the kitchen, but she figured that it was a dumb idea. He had a knife too, and he didn't seem very afraid to use it. If she was fast enough she might be able to get out through the door and run away, but that would leave Riley alone. And even if she could scream without putting Riley's safety at risk, now the neighbors would just think that they had gotten back in bed. God dammit! She had to make them stay here, somehow. Sooner or later someone would miss her and suspect something fishy is going on. Or maybe the cops would be led back here after searching for Amy. She just needed a bit more time.

"We're both too tired to drive, there's no point in leaving now. And...And...shouldn't you take care of the body first? The cops would be on our heels as soon as they'd find her here."

 

[Woody.]

Laurence eyed his wife, just like how he eyed the police. He didn't trust her one bit due to the fact that she wasn't like him. He knew that, he knew that she would never participate in a kill, and she would be too afraid to have anyone else die. She was just a woman, an average woman who would have been nothing without him. If it weren't for his degree, or his stability she would be somewhere alone. They wouldn't have this house, and she certainly wouldn't have Riley who she adored. Laurence may have seen her as his possession to keep a tight hold of, but he was certainly her only foundation to all of this. Sure she had her parents, but they probably wouldnt have been able to give her this kind of life. The idea of being too tired wasn't impossible. He had exhausted himself chasing his wife and stabbing the woman, then on top of it all trying to deter the police away from his house.

The body would certainly need to be disposed of, but he couldn't without having the police near the area. The backyard wouldn't be the safest area either, the neighbors would probably hear or see digging if they were to look over the fence. He hummed a bit, and he looked at her. He was certainly trying to figure out a plan where he could settle her down and not have her do anything that displeased him. Even if she were to look out the window, he'd have to react. He tapped the tip of the blade on her nose as if he were doing it in a loving fashion, "Alright, my dear. I agree, perhaps we are a bit too tired." He looked at the clock, it was past midnight. He did need to sleep, after all he had killed two times in two days with barely any sleep, but he couldn't sleep nor take care of a body and not keep an eye on his wife. "Then let's come to an agreement then, shall we?" he moved away from her to go to the kitchen cabinets for some supplies, "Let's go upstairs and simply sleep out the night. If the cops come in the morning and see that you're very much alive, then we could leave with no accidents." But the catch was, he'd have to tie her to the bed. He would sleep right next to her and any movement from her would certainly wake him up, or that was the plan. He didn't know if the lack of sleep would put him in a coma if he closed his eyes, but as long as he made the knots impossible to break. He found what he was looking for, and though it wasn't rope, it would have to do. Twine would have to make up for the lack of rope, but as long as he wrapped it around her wrists a couple of times then to the bed post, she would most certainly stay in place. Any struggle would result in a very angry Laurence too.

"Remember that one adventurous night." He teased, and though she had ended up stopping that handcuff experiment, he couldn't help but laugh, "Well, I guess I'm going to get my wish," And dragged her up to their bedroom. What was once a comfortable space for the both of them was going to turn into her jail cell till he was able to figure things out. His body was beginning to slowly shut down, and he had tied the twine around at least 10 times on her wrists, then tied her wrists to the post of their bed. She would certainly be uncomfortable in this position, but this was her punishment for wandering in on him in his basement. He looked at his handy work and let out a sigh of relief as he face planted into the pillow next to her. He had been exhausted that when his head hit the pillow he couldn't help but close his eyes. The knife still at his side, and at first stayed on high alert, but would find that all humans weren't immune to the powers of exhaustion.

-

Gavin wandered about the house, making sure to stay out of sight, but when things had quieted down and the lights had been turned off he wondered if he was just imagining it earlier. Perhaps this man was truly innocent and the neighbors were just being bitchy. But his gut kept telling him to stay, his radio did go off several times saying that the woman had been missing for about 6 hours. Some reports say that they saw a man wandreing about the streets, but no signs of the woman. no discription could be said for the man. So simply, he stayed put on the sidewalk. Leaning against a lamp post just watching. He could stay up most of the night since his shift was already a night shift for the week. His partner would have back up ready whenever Gavin called for it.

 

[Syrli]

At first when he grabbed the twine she had been confused, maybe she was a bit too tired also, but she quickly understood what they were for once he recognized that night. "No, please, there's really no use for that." God dammit. There wouldn't be much she could do if she couldn't even leave the bed. He obviously understood that too and grabbed her arm and led her back upstairs.

He had wrapped and tied her hands tightly, and she didn't have much room to move her arms at all, only lay down with her hands over her head. As she felt as if he had fallen asleep next to her she began picking at the twine digging into her skin and the knots, but they were tied too tightly for her too even begin too loosing them up. The twine wasn't that thick, so she might have a chance at breaking it. But that would probably require a lot of effort and she would also maybe have to sit up with her feet against the bedpost to do it. She felt like it would wake Laurence up before she could even begin with trying to break the bonds.

At that point she had pretty much given up and figured that it was better to just try to get some sleep, but she wasn't able to do that either. Maybe it was because of the images of Amy's body refusing to leave her mind or the shadow that looked like moving figures in the dark, or just the fact that the position she was in was extremely uncomfortable and the twine was painful. So she tried to experiment. If she turned around to lay on her other side, would he wake up? No, he didn't. What if she did it again? Still nothing. She even faked a sudden twitch, as if she had been awoken suddenly by a nightmare, and while he did move a little bit it didn't seem like he woke up. She slowly sat up on the bed using her elbows, carefully keeping watch on his movements. She tried to nudge the drawer of her nightstand open using her foot, and once she had managed to open it, she leaned down and grabbed her nail clippers with her teeth before placing it in her palm. She began trying to cut the strand of twine tying her wrists together, but either the clippers were too dull or the twine was too thick, because it just bent between the two blades. After a few clicks it seemed like the twine was slowly starting to fray, however.

She wasn't sure what she would do if she managed to cut it. She couldn't risk waking Riley up as he might make noise, and she also couldn't be gone for long, because that would only increase the risk of him waking up while she wasn't there. But maybe she could run over to the neighbors and ask for them to call the police, or at least leave a message for someone too see in a window. Then when she got back she would just have to try to tie her hands back up again the same way as he did. That was if she even would be able to cut the twine. She had only made a slight progress so far, and she grew more and more nervous. If she couldn't cut through it he might see the part where she had tried to cut it.

She pushed the drawer shut with her foot and laid back down, in case he would wake up. She kept the clippers in her hand and tried to continue cutting while laying down, but it was considerably harder since she didn't even see what she was doing.

--

Gavin was quickly growing restless, especially since he felt a rising sense of urgency about the whole situation. A woman had been murdered, and here he had found a suspicious looking guy with a wife with fear in her eyes, who on top of that somehow knew that the victim was a girl when they hadn't even told him that. That woman, and their kids (judging by the schoolbooks that he had seen laying on the table) could be in danger, and if he just stood here and waited for proof he might not get any until it would already be too late. It might not be entirely according to protocol, but he needed to investigate further. Anyways, they and the entire neighborhood seemed to be sleeping, so nobody would notice anyways.

He walked up the driveway and began looking in through the windows. It was dark inside, but if he looked closely to the glas he could see decently well. He moved around from the kitchen windows, to the hallway and to the living room. He had almost given up, but from the last window he saw the living room from a different angle and noticed a piece of cloth laying behind the couch. It looked like some kind of shirt, and it was badly stained with something dark. He couldn't tell for sure if the stain was red or not, but what other liquid could it be other than blood? He thought about turning on his flashlight so that he could see for sure, but that wouldn't be very discreet. However, if they were sleeping they probably wouldn't notice.

 

[Woody.]

Laurence had stirred for a moment, his arm instinctively in his sleep and pulled her body closer to his, or at least his body closer to hers since she was a little tied. The sleep was wondrous, it felt like everything was just alright and she wasn't angry with him anymore. Yet, his dreams began to turn to nightmares. When was the last time he had nightmares? Surely not when he was a child. Flashes of images ran through his head and he tried to push them away. Thoughts of his mother kept pushing his way up, and his grip on his wife tightened too. Why of all days must he have those nightmares, especially since his wife was so close. The smell of heavy perfume entered his mind, and along with smoke of cigarettes... like it was back home in France.

--

Gavin looked left, then right. Any signs of others watching? He was the man of law, respected the laws and wouldn't stop till criminals were caught. He was the embodiment of good... wasn't he? So if he broke one... teany... tiny law. Would surely be called a saint? Gavin tapped his foot on the concrete floor, eyes scanning the area once. As long as his partner wasn't here, and no one else could see him he could look further right? If the husband caught him and even if he did something illegal the court would be against Gavin for breaking the one big bad law of not getting a warrant.

"For fuck sake," He swore under his breath and went for his flashlight. One thing, just one thing in the window that could give him proof. No one seemed to be in there anyways, he rose the flashlight up to the window to look at that shirt. Blood. It was blood. Gavin widened his eyes and went for his radio quickly trying to call for back up. His partner had sounded confused, but as Gavin tried to keep is hush hush he tried to explain the situation.

"There is proof in the window." He hissed, "I can go in-"

"Don't go in unless something is happening. You can't be in there alone." was the only response from the radio and Gavin scowled. The woman was with the killer, Gavin couldn't sit around doing nothing. It was when he saw a light on the top floor did he grow worried. He stepped back to see which window, but the curtains were closed. The silhouette of a woman lifting a small body came to view. Had she woken up? Is she okay? Or could she be in kahoots with the man as well?

-

Laurence couldn't take the nightmare any longer, he had to wake up. He needed to have Agnes right next him and tell him it's okay, he needed that comfort. yet, when his eyes were opened... her body wasn't next to him. Instead of the instant anger and coldness, he was scared. Where was she? Was she okay? "Agnes?" He called, his voice quaked a bit to have his angel back.

Yet, in a blink of an eye, he was angry. Then the old Laurence... or the new laurence, or simply Laurence had come out. He reached for his knife, but it wasn't there. How foolish of him to believe his wife wouldn't do a damn thing. "Oh Agnes!" He growled out, slipping out of bed a bit more rested than before. He stood, and stood in the doorway making tsking noises, "I gave you a chance, my love." He had enough of her. Perhaps he'd go with the idea to start off on a clean slate and find another woman. One who might not find out so easily next time.

"When I find you, Riley is going to go first, and you'll get to watch." He threatened. Riley wouldn't have been able to stay quiet for them to escape the house. Riley still didn't know what was going on, and probably would scream for his daddy. That would be their downfall, but when he peeked in the guest room to see if his son was still on the bed, he wasn't and he sighed.

"20 seconds to come out, and I'll forgive you, Agnes. I'll forgive you for being so selfish. I gave you everything you fucking wanted." He leaned against the railing of the stairs wondering if she had gotten that far down. It was the small squeek that came from the boy's mouth that made him grin, so they were still upstairs hu?

 

[Syrli]

Agnes froze as he suddenly moved again, she was sure that she had woken him up. She waited a few anxious seconds with her eyes shut, waiting for the shouting that never came. Instead she felt his arms wrapping around her waist and his face nuzzling into her neck. If he was awake he must've felt her pulse pounding in every inch of her skin. His embrace that once had felt so comforting only made her panic. She kept trying to clip through the twine and finally it snapped. She carefully moved his arm and slipped out of the bed, hurrying towards the door. She had been lucky to spot the knife on his nightstand on her way out though, and grabbed it.

She slowly entered the guest room and left the lights off to not wake him up. She knew it was probably dumb of her, but she just wanted to make sure that he was okay. And say sorry for scaring him before. He needed to trust her. She slowly picked Riley up, and was just about to leave when she spotted something in the window. She walked closer and looked at the figure moving around the front of their house, looking in through the windows. Who was that? A cop? No, they wouldn't go here alone, right? A burglar? Great, would she really have to lay her safety in the hands of a thief?

The figure outside walked around the corner of the house and out of her view. She exited the room with Riley sleeping against her chest and walked to Riley's room. The window there faced the other side of the house, so she could see him again if she peeked out the curtains. He looked into the window downstairs, and lit a flashlight. She thought she could see what looked like a uniform from the extra light, so she went and turned on the lights.

--

Gavin looked up at the figure in the window. She pulled the curtains away and looked at him. Should he run? He had been caught sneaking around, but if his instincts were right he couldn't leave her alone with him. She mouthed something at him and gestured with her free hand, and while he couldn't exactly know what she was trying to say, he still felt like he got the message. His instincts must've been right after all. She suddenly turned her head away from the window, as if somebody caught her attention behind her. She stood still for a few second before she walked away from the window. God dammit, there's no way he could see what was going on unless he went inside.

"Get here now, for fucks sake! The girl just waved at me through the upper floor window. I definitely feel like something bad is going on." He said into the radio.

"You see her now?" The voice responded. "No, she just went away. Something is going on in there, I'm telling you."

--

When Agnes heard Laurence's voice she hurriedly put Riley onto his bed, hoping that he wouldn't wake up. That man out there, whoever he was, better do something quick. Her hand was clenched around the knife as if it was a rope she was hanging onto. "I-I'm here, I'm sorry." She said and slowly opened the door. She didn't raise the knife, but it's weight in her hand was definitely on her mind. "I just wanted to check on Riley, I couldn't sleep without knowing if he was okay or not. I was going to go right b-back, I promise."

 

[Woody.]

Laurence raised an eyebrow, mixed emotions were running through his head. She couldn't be trusted, she had cut through his twine, which meant she wasn't just checking on their son. she probably wanted to escape, but had heard him wake up. Laurence wasn't a fucking idiot, he wasn't oblivious to what had happened. Her witnessing a murder, to her being dragged away, and to the point where she had the audacity to escape. "Riley is of course fine, my love." He cooed, but he was more aggravated, it was time to ditch the kid and leave. He had a bad feeling in his gut, and with a lot of police trying to find the killer, it was a bad time to be asleep. "I think, its time we just leave, don't you say?" He was rested as well as he could be, and he reached out to her, but there was a noise.

Glass breaking? His head spun the other direction in confusion, who the hell would be breaking into his house at a time like this? "Who the fuck?" He hissed, and he turned his head towards his wife and shoved her inside the room with Riley, and shut the door. Both of them would stay in the room till he found out who was in his house. There were too many things he was worrying about, and he didn't have his knife on him, but he had a gun hidden in his drawers in emergencies. Using guns wasn't his thing, he liked it when they felt pain instead of instant death. A dark looked crossed his features as the predator came out of him. An instinct to protect what was rightfully his, and he was tired of this night. He was tired of everyone, and he just wanted all the pain to go away. The gun was in his dresser, as he heard footsteps. The man wasn't saying anything, so it couldn't be the police right? One look at the guestroom then he went down the hall.

-

Gavin had heard a thud and a door close. He had to break the kitchen window, because now that the wife had given him consent he was allowed to be in here. Though his partner told him to wait for back up, he couldn't wait further. He was skilled with a gun, he had at least 8 years in the force, if he was going to let this fucker get away with something, he'd much rather put in the towel on this job. But Gavin knew that Laurence would be hunting him, he hadn't been discreet in breaking the window to get to the handle. So he announced, "Police Department, hope you're fucking ready."

Walking into the old house was haunting, no lights were on, the wood creaked, and there were too many hiding spots.

-

Laurence had waited up the stairs instead of meeting him downstairs. He was on the defense, but it was the sirens in the distance that made him panic. The cop was fucking being patient, and if he didn't use his wife as leverage he'd be fucking killed. So at the last minute, he moved from his spot on top of the stairs to get his wife to use her as leverage when there was a shot. The fucker shot him, for what fucking reason? Laurence couldn't have been seen with a gun, or nothing! Why the fuck would this police officer shoot him out of no where, when he was the one breaking and entering. He held his side in pain, as he tried lifting the gun to only have it kicked away. There stood Gavin with a bloody shirt in his hands. Did the man scout out the bottom? There stood that fucking cop, "Blood, blond hair, and a wife asking me to come in. What does that all mean, Laurence?"

Laurence glared up at the man and said, "This is illegal-"

"Your wife gave me a signal to come in, and the fact that I found a bloody shirt with blond hair, and a very distinct smell of perfume which I doubt you'd wear." Laurence had growled in pain as Gavin pinned the man down with a foot and a gun aimed at his face, "Ma'am?" He called out, "It's alright-"

He got distracted and Laurence was able to swipe his feet and now he had the man pinned to the ground with a gun. Laurence wasn't going to die like an animal, he was going to get free. "Agnes!" He called for his wife, a sick grin on his face now that he had Gavin on the ground with a gun to his head, "Get the fucking kid and lets go."

The sirens were getting closer, and closer and Gavin just glared up at the injured man with disgust, "You really are a sick fuck. Beating your wife, killing other women-"

"I would never beat my wife." Laurence corrected him, "Now the others-- maybe." And he called out for his wife again, "Agnes where the fuck ar eyou?"

 

[Syrli]

Agnes stumbled back into the room from where she had come from before Laurence shut the door behind her. Had more police gotten here already? Not many minutes had passed since she had seen the officer alone outside the window. She thought that she could hear sirens in the distance and held Riley while nervously picking at the pieces of twine that was still tied around her wrists. He hadn't tried to break inside alone, right? Was he out of his mind? Oh god, now it would be her fault if he got hurt.

At the sound of the gunshot she pressed Rileys head tightly against her and buried her own face close to him and did her best to suppress her scream with the palm of her hand. As she heard the officer's voice her shoulders lowered slightly, and was just about to loosen her grip around Riley and get up when the sound of more struggle made her hesitate, and then the sound of her husband calling for her. What had happened out there? She grabbed Riley's hand tightly and stood up and opened the door slowly, keeping him behind her. She met the cops eyes that looked up at her from the floor, before her eyes flickered to the gun in Laurence's hand and the wound on his side. "Oh my god..." She kept Riley behind her and looked at Gavin once again, trying to beg for forgiveness with just her eyes. She hadn't thought that he would try to enter alone. Blood was dripping from the bullet wound.

"Laurence, you're bleeding." The statement was maybe unnecessary, but it was all she could think about it as she took a step to approach him with her hand gently extended before she stopped herself. He was shot, he needed help. But why did she even feel a need to help him?

The background sound of the approaching sirens should probably feel comforting, but the ringing noise made her feel increasingly alarmed, like her fight-or-flight instincts were running wild. "Please don't hurt him Laurence, let's just get out of here now before they get here." How far away were they? A couple blocks? They needed to get somewhere where they could check on his wound. She was scared what would happen if the cops got there before they had escaped.