CHAPTER SIXTEEN : The Abduction game

It was almost midnight, Elizabeth was getting ready for her usual nighttime tour around the city, sometimes she would go barefoot, she was smart enough to always hold a gun with her.

A black car approached her, she made a few turns trying to check if it was following her. Her last option was to give up where she lived, she had a few experiences like these but it was usually nothing. She expected it to fade in plain sight when she went into a tight alley, but the driver got on his feet.

Elizabeth put on her hood, she was thankful she wore her shoes that night, getting ready to start running. She jumped over a car to make a noise, the car started beeping, it was nerve-racking. Hiding was practically digging her own grave, she kept running but the shadow was still after her.

She was fast enough to keep a distance between them then she climbed a wall, jumped over a dumpster, returned to the portal of the alley, saw the car's registration number, and instantly remembered it.

"Get in, if you wanna live," a woman's voice told her from behind.

Elizabeth sighed, she hated when she was threatened by someone who clearly doesn't know her.

"Oh yeah? Are you sure about that? Because I know you don't have the guts to pull the trigger" Said Betty without even turning.

The woman fired on the wall. In a way to prove that the genius in front of her was wrong.

"What makes you think that little bitch?" She aimed at her chest, "Move!"

"Unlike you, I aim better" The next thing that disturbed the night's calm was the second bullet fired. It hit the woman in her shoulder. She screamed in agony.

Another shadow locked Betty in his arms and whispered in her ear, "She won't hurt you, just do as she says" it was a man's voice.

She fought him fearlessly but she ended up getting seriously injured, he threw her in the car trunk like a piece of paper.

"Who taught you how to fight?"

"Why do you care? Still afraid I might kick your ass?"

He tied her and closed the car's trunk, she kept making noise and tried to get out but without a result.

When she woke up, she was in a blue room, everything was blue like a virtual reality game.

It was torture, she was in big trouble. She suspected that she knew who the woman was.

"Fine! You can get your money back! I'm sorry, okay? Just let me go Sam this isn't funny"

"Sam? Who's that?"

"Now that's odd, what are they trying to do? Isn't the gang trying to get me for like four years?" She thought to herself.

Then her mind went dark, her eyes changed from bright blue to deaden sea calm. She knew who she was. The missing piece of the puzzle!

"Didn't think you'd make a move like this, honestly you outsmarted me on this one"

"So you know who I am, finally someone who genuinely understands"

Betty wanted to spit on her face so bad, but she kept her calm, she was dealing with a serial killer.

"For real, I am sick of being in the shadows, the only one who showed interest in finding me was you, so I thought, why not meet each other!"

"Yeah, still not a proper way to meet your fan"

"You see, I walk in the streets but no one knows me or what I did, it's really annoying"

"Psychopathic bitch" She whirred. As much as she wanted the woman to hear it, she kept her voice down not knowing how would serial killers react, the only thing she knew about them was on her research when she figured their killer was one of them.

She remembered she had read something about it in the past.

It was a report she had asked for, she sat down reading it. The front title read "Psychopathy in serial murder".

Attendees at the Serial Murder Symposium agreed that there is no generic profile of a serial murderer. Serial killers differ in many ways, including their motivations for killing and their behavior at the crime scene. However, attendees did identify certain traits common to some serial murderers, including sensation seeking, a lack of remorse or guilt, impulsivity, the need for control, and predatory behavior. These traits and behaviors are consistent with a psychopathic personality disorder. Attendees felt it was very important for law enforcement and other professionals in the criminal justice system to understand psychopathy and its relationship to serial murder.

Psychopathy is a personality disorder manifested in people who use a mixture of charm, manipulation, intimidation, and occasionally violence to control others, to satisfy their own selfish needs.

"I know you're the brains of this operation" The woman throwed a piece of document that the forteen year old recognized pretty well. It was the cause of death in Lindsey's murder case. The real one.

One of her members went under cover as a medical surgeant and was able to get it for her.

The report claimed that Lindsey was killed not by a first head trauma but arsenic poisoning, this information wasn't revealed to the press to avoid side damage, like people protesting against them for not catching a serial killer, it was not " a possible serial killer anymore". Both the father and the son of Alina's first adoptive family were poisoned, but they only said the father was.

"They are liars, they can't even the truth of what I did" She was hysterical and screwed her face as though considering her options. "But you're like me, you can actually help me!"

The woman than let out a rusty laugh, it made Elizabeth sickening in her silence.

"I am nothing like you"

"What?"

"And don't ever dare to compare me with you! I will be the person who will put you away!"

"A woman's spirit, I see" Then she grabbed her jaw and squeezed on her cheeks.

"Like it or not, we are the same. I know about your genes"

"Having the genes doesn't make me a psychopathic bitch like you!"

"Fine then! I mean, the copycat will die anyways so I'll have my whole time for you, then I'll make you like me, just a lighter version"

She shut her mouth with duck tape, the poor girl was going to suffer for a long time.

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Selena and Patrick were back from the parents meeting. The look on their faces didn't make Alina feel happy about it.

"So? What did they say? I swear I didn't cause any trouble!"

Selena said vaguely, "We know honey, it's not you" .

"Those parents, I just wish I could arrest them all for severe emotional damage"

"They wanted me gone, don't they?" Alina said, with a careless tone. "Well, they obviously can't do that, the school won't let them"

The adults in the room stared down, shameful.

"Honey, we did what we can but they have suspended you" Selena uttered.

"Okay, that's good news. How many days of vacation do I have?" Alina was happy about, you can't really blame her, she wouldn't have to deal with school's bullshit for as much as they wanted.

"Indefinitely"

Her jaw dropped. "Why? Because I was too traumatized to call the police once I saw my mom on the floor or is it because there is a killer on the loose and the'd rather blame to feel safe then to actually try and understand how horrible it is to make me go through this?"

"I'm so sorry, we tried but..."

"You think being sorry is gonna do shit for me?"

"Alina, you're over a line there!"

"My mom, well. My dead mother, wanted me to never give up education, she said it was the most important thing in the world, so whatever you did, it clearly wasn't enough"

Alina knew she would regret ever saying this. "If only she was still alive"

She vanished away.

"It's only the first day of the week, we still have time. We'll figure something out"

"Well we better do it soon, or we're down the ocean" She poured a drink to herself.

"Are you drinking again?"

"It's now or never, and I don't feel like we'll have time again, so serve yourself"