The Darkest Obsession
"You've come to kill me detective?",He whispered against her skin as he gently grasped her arm and turned her to him. Jude swallowed a gulp and looked up at him. His eyes were a cobalt shade of blue behind the mask, daring,cold and... terrifying.
"And you've come to me to be killed?", She replied in a hushed tone, gathering a lot of nerve and taking a step closer to him. His eyes roamed over her, lingering on the curves of her body, the dress, before returning to her eyes.
She didn't want to admit it to herself that she had developed a thing,some sort of feeling besides hate for him. The Maestro. The most dangerous man in New Haven.
She had made it a habit, risking her life for a flicker of hope, clarity and some sort of peace. The memory of being against a wall,with the edge of his dagger at her throat and his body pressed against hers still lingered. He was devastating and she couldn't get him out of her head. She needed answers; to have some knowledge of what happened.
Did he know? If she tried hard enough, could she get him right where she want and extract the information she needed? Or was she was just trying to fill the gaping hole in her heart? You're going to get yourself killed; the Lieutenant had said to her over and over. But it was a risk she was willing to take.
Perhaps this was just another cruel twist the universe had in store for her. Jude thought she had gotten used to it but that was her just lying to herself. The universe wasn't cruel,it was brutal. And it was yet to show Jude what it had installed just for her.
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Chapter: Chapter 17: The MaestroThere was no sound other than that of liquid dripping and the breathless pant coming from the man chained to the wall at the center of the room. The small space was dark with no windows for ventilation and light, asides the single bulb at the center of the ceiling, held by a dangling piece of wire that looked like it had seen better days. The chair I sat on scrapped across the ground in a screeching sound as I dragged it closer, squinting my eyes to get a better glance at him. The hair on his head fell back in a sweaty attempt to look presentable. His face was a bloody mess, the under of his left eyes already colouring purple and forming an ugly bruise. The other part of him didn't look any better. The shirt he wore was ripped, with one hand of it clinging onto him arm for dear life. He was still breathing but I assumed he'd have wished to be dead instead. "I can still let you go. We can wrap this up and forget it ever happened." I said in a low voice, bringing my body forward to r
Last Updated: 2025-06-10
Chapter: Chapter 16We spent another twenty minutes trying to convince Lisa to press charges, but she refused. As we walked back to the patrol car, I felt hollow. Empty. "You okay?" Kyle asked as we drove away. "Fine." "You want to talk about what just happened back there?" "No." The radio crackled again, but Kyle turned it down. We drove in silence for several blocks before he pulled over and parked. "What are you doing?" "Getting some air." He got out of the car, and I reluctantly followed. We were on a hill overlooking the city. New Haven spread out below us, all concrete and glass catching the afternoon sun. Somewhere down there, Cassien was planning his next move. Somewhere down there, people like Lisa were getting hurt while people like me failed to help them. "My parents never fought," Kyle said suddenly. I turned to look at him, surprised we were having a conversation other than him scolding my ass. "Never raised their voices, never threw things, never even seemed to disagree about any
Last Updated: 2025-06-07
Chapter: Chapter 15Behind the broad oak desk, the captain sat with his black framed glasses, reading the special edition on the Sunny times newspaper. I glanced around the room as I waited for him to acknowledge my presence. Two tall shelves flanked the corners of the room, crammed with aging case files, cracked-spined binders, and outdated forensics manuals no one had opened in years. On the top rack of one of the shelves laid a pack of cigarettes. It would be a hassle trying to reach them from where the Captain sat. I wondered why they were placed there and not on the table, close to him. My fingers were intertwined behind my back as I shifted a bit where I stood. I didn't like it in here. The windows at the side of the room were left open providing the room with ventilation. I shifted my eyes from the window panes beyond the iron bars to the air-conditioner that was mounted high on the wall. Its vents were faced down as it hummed cool air into the space of the office. For some reasons, none of thes
Last Updated: 2025-06-03
Chapter: Chapter 14Two weeks suspended and I'd already forgotten how to knot a tie. I flung the dark blue piece of material around my neck as I stepped on the gas of the car. My suspension ended yesterday and I was to resume today...as a patrol officer. So much had happened the past few weeks, I haven't bothered to think about work stuff. I was no longer a detective. No longer part of the investigation unit. Chief Marcus couldn't let it go and I'm sure Harris wouldn't be able to hide the stupid grin off his face even if he tried.I gulped as the station came into view, looking for a good spot to park. Naturally, I wasn't supposed to use a car to work but I didn't give a shit what they had to say to me today. I killed the engine and climbed down, grabbing my mask and flannel from the passengers seat, letting them sit on my left arm. The station looked the same way it did the last time I was here. The sign, 'New Haven Police Department' shone broadly in the morning light on the brick wall above the glass
Last Updated: 2025-05-31
Chapter: Chapter 13He was mad. If he thought he could just waltz in here, look at me with those pretty blue eyes and kiss me, he was more insane than I thought him to be. Asides being a psychotic murderer, he also appeared to be a whore. A very beautiful whore who knew how to use a sword as well as the knights that existed in the 80s. "And why would I let you do that?" I managed to get the words, ignoring the burn in my throat to say the word I'm sure he wanted to hear."And why wouldn't you?" He whispered as his eyes drifted down to my lips and back."Because you're a mad man."His laugh was almost contagious as it boomed across the empty space of the room, leaving a slight echo to it, "I've been called worst Jude."He traced his thumb on the line of my bottom lip and pulled gently, his eyes never leaving mine. "Officer Laurent..." he paused as if trying to figure something out. "Is that how they say it over at the station?"I sucked in a breath sharply when he wrapped half of his palm around my neck,
Last Updated: 2025-05-25
Chapter: Chapter 12He was crawling up and towards me from the hole he was in. It was dark and seemed to be endless if I were to fall in through there. Why did he have claws!? I squinted my eyes as I tried to make sense of what I was seeing. He placed another hand in front of the other as he lifted his weight gradually, trying to crawl out of the hole. It was the man I'd stabbed to death. I was seeing clearly now and his eyes were wide open, with a trail of blood seeping through from the corners and trailing down his cheek. "Just your imagination Jude." I whispered as I stared down at him from where I stood. Underneath my foot was a puddle of crimson liquid, blood. I forced a gag down, pressing my lips into a thin line and doing the one thing I did best asides from landing in trouble. Hurt myself. I used the index and thumb of my right fingers to pinch my left arm. Pain shot up my arm, directing my focus to where I was. My eyes left the man crawling towards me to look around. It was a dark expanse of s
Last Updated: 2025-05-20
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