"Sheriff's department, Deputy O'Connell speaking." He drew out in a bored tone.
"Hello, Sheriff." With a start, O'Connell sat ramrod straight in the chair and snapped his fingers at the nearest deputy, who fumbled out of his chair to hit the recording device. The distorted voice gave a manic chuckle that made the acting sheriff shiver.
"How can I help you?" O'Connell asked, nervous and agitated. This is what they've been waiting for, some clue, some lead, something, anything to help their investigation. O'Connell took a peak over at the FBI crew that was inside the bullpen, out of earshot. He very much so wanted his team to be the ones to end the killings, even if it were just for sheriff Anderson's sake.
"How can you help me? Hmm, what a marvelous question." The Killer said with another grotesque laugh. "I'll tell you how you can help me, Sheriff. But first, can you tell me if you got it all out?" O'Connell looked towards his team as they huddled around him, making sure that the call was being traced.
"Got what all out?" He asked slowly, playing for time.
"The blood, Sheriff. That Anderson boy sure bled a lot." O'Connell fought to keep his anger in check as the faces of his deputies around him slacked and then turned to outrage. "That sword was suuuure pinned in there good." The deep distorted voice sounded perverse, reveling in the kill.
"And how exactly do I know it was you who was responsible?" O'Connell asked, growing sick from the conversation.
"Tick tock, Sheriff. I have my sights set on cop killing next. I won't rest until every man and women in this Godforsaken town is bleeding all over my baby." O'Connell's eyes shut painfully as he slammed the phone down, the dial tone still buzzing in his ear.
"Did we get a trace?!" He shouted, looking at the young deputy who sat behind the recording device. "Fuck!" He screamed, pounding his fist on the desk at the no he received. "Get the Feds in here! He's killing adults next!"
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The Killer paced the abandoned house as the protégée watched, trying to take up as little room as possible on the far wall of the room.
"That will keep them busy." The Killer said with a grin, mind racing. "The call was necessary." The protégée didn't respond. It wasn't prudent to. "Get them off my sent for a little. Make them think I'm slipping. They won't discover the four bodies of those disgusting students and the school will stay open. Maybe I will start killing depraved cops and other adulterous scum of this town just to make it all that much more believable." The Killer laughed mercilessly making the protégée slink back further against the wall.
"SHUT UP!" The Killer suddenly screamed down at the floor. The whimpering in the basement cutoff and the protégée shook.
"Maybe I should go down there to check-"
"You'd want that, wouldn't you?
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