Monday, March 24, 2014

1.21 - Aftermath

The next morning, Erika was up early working on her homework since she hadn't had a chance to work on it with the wedding going on and then the murder.  It simply wouldn't have been proper for him to work on it after that.  She wasn't sure if it was proper now for her 'traumatized' state but she also didn't want to risk her grades going down.  She couldn't stand if they were less than perfect.

However, she did keep up her performance by not saying anything to her mother or looking up at her when she joined her at the table.






"You know, you don't have to go to school today if you don't feel up to it.  I'll call in for you so it won't count against you," Danisha offered after a moment of silence.  "I mean, you'll be here alone since I have to get to work and I'm not sure if you're comfortable with that, but...." she continued, looking uncertainly at Erika.

Erika looked up at her mother from beneath her lashes and nodded slowly.  "I'll stay here today," she murmured softly.  Erika gave her a sympathetic smile and tried to make small talk while eating her breakfast.  She had to triple-check that Erika had her cell and work number and that she'd really be okay by herself before finally leaving.  Erika locked the door after her mother and then looked around for something to do.

It didn't take her long to decide.  Despite having the gun she'd still felt extremely helpless last night and decided that some exercise would help strengthen her.  She'd like to go to a gym and work-out with actual weights but she wouldn't be shocked if her mother stopped in a few times over the course of the day and she wanted to be here in case she did.





Meanwhile, Danisha had gone into work to start going through the evidence they had gathered from the murder in her own apartment.  Unfortunately, the lobby video didn't reveal anyone out of the ordinary.  Unless one of the other apartment tenants was the criminal in which case they wouldn't be seen in the downstairs lobby.  She sighed in frustration, not wanting this to be Nielson's murder all over again.

The fingerprint scans were running to try to identify the corpse and all of the other prints in the house so she was still waiting on those results... so she decided to go out and do some legwork.  A man named Lenny Shutter was one of the first responders to the scene and had pronounced the burglar dead.  Perhaps he had some information that could help.

"What can you tell me about the murder scene last night?" Danisha prompted, looking at the man hopeful for some new or helpful information.





"Of course.  When I arrived the only people at the scene were the body and the young girl.  She was huddled in a corner, but I think that she didn't encounter the murderer.  She wasn't so much scared as in shock.  Whether the man was still alive when she got there, though, I can't say.  He hadn't been dead for very long when I arrived.  I mean, the murderer could have left him to die and she could have walked in while he was just barely alive..." Lenny explained.

Danisha nodded and dutifully recorded everything he told her, although a lot of it was information she'd already gotten.





Meanwhile, Erika had spent the day working out when she got a text from Collin asking if he could stop by.  She waiting a minute to shower and primp before texting back that he could.  She went down to the lobby, but waited inside until Collin arrived so she wouldn't seem too eager.





"Hey," she greeted with a smile.

"Hi.  How are you feeling?  Do you want to go inside?" Collin asked, looking her over worriedly.  When Erika looked at him with confusion he chuckled nervously and shrugged.  "You weren't at school today so I was worried," he confessed.

"You were worried?  About me?" Erika asked, surprised.

"Well, yeah.  Of course I was worried.  Why wouldn't I be," Collin replied, blushing a bit now.

"Oh, Collin, you're so sweet," she murmured, walking up to him and hugging him tightly.





"You act better than a boyfriend would," she mused, gazing into his eyes.

"Really?" Collin asked with a smile.  "Because I'd settle for just being your boyfriend," he admitted.

"I suppose that's good enough for now," she agreed, realizing that although they'd kissed they'd yet to make that sort of commitment to each other.  Well, now they had.





"So, are you going to tell me what's wrong?" Collin prompted, still looking worried.  Erika considered telling him for a moment before shaking her head.  He'd probably find out about it on his own, and she still needed to be traumatized by the whole thing.

"Not right now," she admitted, trying to seem upset without being overly-dramatic.


"...Okay then," Collin replied, seeming even more worried but not wanting to push it.  "Then what shall we talk about it," he asked, figuring if she didn't want to talk about whatever was upsetting her then it was best to take her mind off of it.

"We'll figure something out," she mused.  She sat herself down on the ground and tugged Collin down next to her.  It's true that there was a bench nearby, but sitting on the ground together like this was nice too.  The concrete still retained some heat from the day, despite the cold from the setting sun sweeping over them.





In the end, they didn't need to come up with anything to talk about at all.  Oh, eventually they'd murmur something to each other.  When the odd star became visible one or the other would point it out, although more often than not it turned out to be a plan.  Still, sitting side-by-side like this was nice.  Erika never imagined that she'd enjoy just being in someone's company like this.  Although she supposed that it was just more proof that she and Collin were perfect for each other.  And now they were dating.


As she gazed up at the stars she was already picturing their future together.  He'd propose to her on his birthday, just like her brother had done with Belisama.  They'd spend a little while just engaged and getting used to living together, bachelor and bachelorette parties were a must since those were perfect precursors to the wedding.  They'd have an elaborate wedding.  She wasn't sure if she wanted it in a fancy church or outside like her brother's wedding had been just yet.  She'd talk to Collin about that one.  Then they'd move out to the suburbs in a perfect family house with a big backyard.  They'd have 2-3 kids and a dog... maybe two.  And they'd be perfectly happy together until they were old and grey.  She sighed contentedly at that perfect fantasy that would one day become reality.

"What are you thinking about?" Collin asked, noticing her dreamy look.

"You," Erika replied immediately, making him blush.





Eventually it got too late for Collin to stay any longer, even if he wanted me.  "If you need to talk or anything, just give me a call, okay?" he prompted.  It took multiple assurances from Erika that she would before he was satisfied and they parted with a good night kiss.

Danisha worked late that night, falling back into her old routine of work now that she had another case to focus on.  She'd never figured out who had murdered Nielson, and had come to the sinking realization that she might never find out, but she was determined to solve at least this murder.

But her body just wasn't what it used to be and late nights weren't kind to her.  She'd let herself go and ended up needing to pick up practically an entirely new wardrobe.  And the next morning as she slowly eased herself out of bed she came to the realization that she was now very old.


Especially not compared to certain people in the household.  Although they had separate rooms, the walls still weren't sound-proof and she could hear Erika chatting away on her phone this early in the morning.  Judging by the tone she would guess it was with a boy too.  Not that she was surprised that her daughter had a boyfriend.  She'd be more surprised if she didn't have one.  But she did have to wonder if she'd get to meet this one before he went from boyfriend to fiancee or not.

Meanwhile, in her bedroom Erika was happily flirting with Collin.  He'd greeted her this morning with a good morning call.  She assured him that she would be coming to school that day, but it was still nice to spend some time together in the morning, even if it was just over the phone.





With that, despite the murder that had taken place in their apartment, Danisha and Erika fell back into their usual routines.  Danisha spent most of her time at work, and what time she did spend out home she spent on her new hobby: painting.  She never painted anything in particular.  Most would consider her style 'abstract' but that was because she wasn't painting to have a picture of anything in particular but to work through her thoughts and try to problem solve with her cases.  And one case in particular.  It was frustrating.  No matter how much she went through the evidence there was nothing to indicate anyone had been in the apartment that night but the body and Erika.  But her daughter couldn't be the killer...





In the meantime, Erika was spending her time doing her own research when she wasn't in school or spending time with Collin.  Just because she knew that there was a powerful criminal organization didn't mean she knew who they were.  Most of her research took her to conspiracy websites, but she was able to troll enough of them to figure out who was genuine and who was just trying to be cool on the internet.

What she had found was that this group seemed to have strong links with vampires.  A lot of posters on the web dismissed the idea of vampires, but she thought about the way Belisama and her family looked, and how her brother had changed between when she'd seen him at their engagement and the wedding.  Perhaps there was more to this vampire thing than she'd given it credit for.





Of course, her investigations had to take a back-seat for a far more important event that came up that weekend.

It was prom.  The most important night of any teenagers life.  Nielson might not have cared, but he'd never been popular.  For someone in the upper social circles of school, prom was an important social appearance for Erika.  And she needed to make sure it went perfectly.





At least a few things were already going perfectly for her.  Her perfect boyfriend had asked her to the dance so she had the perfect date.  She had a perfect dress too.  She could have simply worn the dress from the wedding, but it wouldn't do to pass up the opportunity to buy a new dress.  Plus, this dress was much better for a high school dance than her previous gown had been.

Satisfied that she looked as perfect as she could possibly look she decided it was time to head to the dance.  She'd hoped that Collin would come to pick her up, and knew her mother would have liked that so she could meet him too, but Collin had been embarrassed to admit that he had something family related to deal with and would need to meet her at the dance.





Of course, she supposed that the limo her mother had rented would still be enjoyable by herself.  She would be treated like royalty anyway, even if she didn't have anyone to cuddle with on the ride there.





Collin wasn't there yet when she got there.  But fortunately she didn't have to wait long for him to arrive.  "Sorry I made you wait," he commented as he walked up to her.

"That's all right.  If you make it up to me, I'll forgive you," she informed him.


And he certainly used the dance to make it up to her.  He practically waited on her hand and foot the entire night.  Fetching her drinks, dancing her when she wanted to dance and sitting with her when her feet started to hurt.  It was an almost perfect evening.  The only blemish on the night was the fact that they were not named prom king and queen.  They deserved the title, but Katie-captain of the cheerleaders got it instead.  She supposed she could see that.  As much as she was loathe to admit it, Katie was more popular than she was.  She had that obnoxiously bubbly personality that many people seemed to love.  Oh well...

She was more annoyed that Geoffrey had beaten out Collin for the title of prom king.  Collin was much more handsome than him.  Of course, that could just be the recognition that Geoffrey was the younger half-brother that didn't even know he was related to her that colored Erika's judgement.

Regardless, Collin could see that she was disappointed and did everything he could to take her mind off of it.  He twirled her around the dance floor, his dance moves at the very least much better than the 'king's moves.

He was such a great dancer that even after the adults kicked them out of the gymnasium so they could start cleaning up she still continued dancing with him outside.  She just couldn't get enough.





"Where did you learn to dance like that?" Erika asked breathlessly as she collapsed into his arms.

"My mother insisted I get lessons.  I was annoyed as a kid, but now I'm grateful," Collin replied with a smile as he gazed down at her.





"Well, I'm grateful to your mother too.  I had the best night of my life," Erika announced, and she meant it too.

"Then I'm going to have to come up with something really impressive to top this," Collin replied teasingly.

"Oh be quiet and give me the perfect end to my perfect night," Erika retorted.  Fortunately, Collin knew exactly what she meant as he leaned forward to kiss her.





"Will you be all right getting home on your own...?" Collin asked a little worriedly as they separated.

"I'll be fine," Erika assured.  Collin looked like he wanted to protest but was holding himself back.  Just as Erika had predicted, he'd found out what happened that night.  He'd been extremely worried and had taken to calling her every night just to make sure she was okay.  He knew her mother stayed at work late and had even offered to sit with her until her mother got home on more than one occasion.  Erika was flattered, but she really didn't need his concern.  She'd already proven she could handle herself.  Not that she could tell him that.

"Really, I will.  I'll call you when I get home, if it makes you feel better," Erika assured.





"All right.  Be safe," Collin replied, stealing one last kiss before climbing into his taxi.  Erika got into her limo and relaxed as it took her back to the apartment.  She could get used to this kind of treatment.  She definitely needed to be sure that whatever career she and Collin picked led to them getting filthy rich.

The limo arrived all to soon and she reluctantly got out and started heading to the building.





As she walked toward the door she saw an unfamiliar man standing off to the side.  He wasn't anyone she'd seen before, but then it was a big city so that wasn't that much of a surprise.  Hell, she didn't even know half the people who lived in her apartment complex.  For all she knew he could be one of the tenants.  She was rarely out this late too.  It was even later than when she'd come home from the wedding.  It was a good thing there was no school tomorrow.





Since the guy didn't move as she walked past him, Erika just ignored him.  Although she did keep an eye on him for any sudden movements.  The guy seemed to be returning the favor but didn't say anything.  The silence was honestly creeping her out more than anything else.  She supposed she could break it by saying something first, but she didn't want to talk to this guy if he turned out to be some crazy or something.





She was almost inside and ready to breathe a sigh of relief when suddenly she was grabbed from behind.





"Don't say a word," the man ordered, his voice low and sinister.  Erika felt terror raise in her breast but refused to scream.  She didn't have the gun on her.  She hadn't moved it from its new hiding spot and besides, there was no where on her to store it without it being visible right now.  And even thought she'd taken to working out, this was a grown man and she was just a girl.

Besides, her attempt at resistance weren't doing anything to budge the guy.  She could be struggling against a rock for all she could tell.

"You're coming with me.  There's someone who wants to see you," the man stated ominously, before lifting Erika up and tossing her unceremoniously over his shoulder.





"I'm not wearing the clothes for this," she hissed, her voice shaking as she tried to sound more in-control than she was.  She supposed she could try screaming, but she was afraid that this man would break her in half before anyone even came.

Not only that, but who would be around at this hour?  They were on the edges of the city so most of the residents of the area were likely already in bed.  And the night owls like her mother and the party-crowd would all be in the city since it was too early for them to be heading home.

There was literally no one around to save her and this guy knew it.  Collin had been right, she should have let him take her home.  Except then he would have gotten caught up in this too.  He wouldn't have been able to fight off a guy like this and probably would have just gotten hurt or worse anyway.





Erika felt a glimmer of hope when she spotted a taxi upside-down on the street.  But when the man opened the door and shoved her inside she knew this wasn't her salvation.  The guy didn't even need to tell the driver where they were going, he just sped off, which meant that he was likely in on this too.

'What's going to happen to me?' was all she could wonder nervously, trying to focus on her own reflection in the car window to  calm herself as they drove into the shadier part of the city.


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Another cliffhanger!  Mwa-ha-ha!  I hope you enjoyed this chapter.  Collin is such a cutie.  Poor boy has no idea that Erika already has their entire life planned out for them.  Hope he follows her script or else who knows what she'll do...  Although right now she has more pressing issues to deal with.  And the next chapter is going to take a huge amount of set-up and I'm feeling very intimidated by what I want to do and it's probably not going to turn out anywhere as cool as what I've pictured in my head but I'll do my best.  However that also means that the next chapter will probably take me a while so don't expect an update any time soon.  I'll try to get it shot and written up by this weekend, though.

Saturday, March 22, 2014

1.20 - Cleansing

As Erika went inside she could hear noises.  They were coming from the living room so she went straight there, only to find a strange man in the most obvious 'I'm a burglar' outfit ever trying to stuff their wide-screen TV into his pants.  She cleared her throat to catch the man's attention and tried to appear more confident than she felt.






"Who are you and what are you doing in my house?" Erika demanded of the stranger.  This was not a good situation.  The guy was a lot bigger than her, and it didn't help that she was in a dress too.  But she did remember the gun that she had stowed away in this very room.  If she could just get to it.





"You!" the man exclaimed, surprising Erika since that wasn't the reaction she was anticipating.  "You're not supposed to be here!  I was told that the family wouldn't be back until late!" he shouted, sounding somewhere between shocked and angry.

"You were told?  Who told you?" Erika demanded when all of a sudden the man started charging her.





She didn't know if he was just trying to barrel past her to get out, or if he was actually going to hurt her, but she wasn't going to take her chances.  The bookcase was just to her left and she could even see the gun wedged behind it.  If she could just get a hold of it...





Somehow, despite her panic, she got a hold of it.  "Stop or I'll shoot!" she announced, leveling the gun at the burglar.

He let out a cry of alarm and staggered backward.  He tripped on the chair and ended up sprawled on the ground before lifting his hands in front of himself for some sort of protection.  "Wait!  Don't shoot!" he cried.





"How do you even have a gun?" the burglar cried in disbelief.

"This is the house of a police officer, of course we have guns.  Or didn't you know that?" Erika demanded.  The man didn't answer that question and she frowned.  "Oh, stop sniveling.  You're disgusting," she snapped.  "Now, it seems like you might have some interesting information.  Get up off the ground and spill your figurative guts and I might let you live," Erika ordered.





"All right, all right.  Easy there, kid," the burglar mumbled, rising slowly from his position on the floor.  He kept his hands in front of himself as if they would offer some sort of shielding.  "Just what is it you want to know?" he asked.





"Who gave you the information that we'd be gone?" Erika asked first.

"I can't say.  It's information that gets funneled down to us.  I'm not very high up, you see.  One of the high-rankers probably got a hold of it.  They wanted this place hit.  I just took the money for it," the man explained nervously.

"What organization?" Erika demanded.

"The crime organization.  Can't say more than that because even if you don't kill me, they will," the man mumbled.

"Fine.  Then I have one more question.  What do you know about the murder of Nielson Gaul?  It happened about twenty years ago and happened during a supposed burglary like this one," Erika asked.

The man paused, first looking surprised and then looking thoughtful.





However, the thoughtful look didn't last long.  "Look, kid, why would I have any information about a two-decades old murder?  I was just a kid back then and not involved in any of this," he scoffed.  "I mean, the fact that they never caught the dude probably means he was involved with the group, but like I said I'm pretty low-down.  I don't know everyone or what everyone's done.  Only the higher-ups know that," he declared, looking at her like she was stupid for asking.

Even though that wasn't the information she wanted, it was more information than he probably thought he was giving.  Only people in the crime organization had access to that stuff... huh?

Well, that was a thought for another time.  Right now she still had this guy to deal with.  And now he was really starting to piss her off.  "That's it, hm?" she repeated.  "Well then, I guess you don't have any further use to me."





She raised the gun again and the burglar started to look worried.  "Come on, kid.  You're way too young to be using something like that.  Do you really think you can kill someone in cold blood?  Look, I haven't taken anything so why don't you put the gun down, I leave, and we just both call it a night?" he prompted nervously.





"You don't want to turn into a criminal, kid," the burglar tried pleading once again while inching around her.

"Actually... I think that's exactly what I want to do," Erika announced before pulling the trigger.  The gun went off with a bang that startled Erika.  She didn't expect it to be so loud.  It struck the man in the head and knocked his mask off.  She watched as he went down and as the blood seeped into the ground beneath him.





"Ha!  That's what you get.  You idiot, coming into my house.  You're a stain.  A stain on the perfection of this city and a stain on the perfection of my home!  I'm going to purge this world of all of you.  Your organization will be cleansed.  Cleansed by me!" she shouted, glaring down at the corpse as the bloodstain continued to spread.





Suddenly the adrenaline left her and she felt faint.  She'd just killed someone.  She'd... she'd killed someone.  She didn't feel a soul-shattering amount of guilt, but she definitely felt the weight of her actions and momentarily covered her face as she gathered herself.

But she wasn't just gathering herself emotionally.  She needed to figure out what to do next.  She wasn't about to admit to killing the guy.  Fortunately, it didn't take long to formulate a plan.  All she needed to do was stash the gun in her mother's room where no one would look and then call the police to report a dead body.





Danisha had spent most of the evening at the wedding.  It wasn't until the newly married couple finally departed for home that her thoughts turned to home herself.  She pulled out her phone to check the time only to see ten missed calls.  Some were from work, some were from Bianca and one was even from Romeo.  Concerned she listened to the voicemails and then proceeded to try not to panic.  Shakily she raced to the police station, changed into her work clothes, and grabbed her evidence kit before heading to the last place she ever wanted to get called to on a job.  Her own house.


She hadn't gotten all of the details yet, but no one had mentioned Erika on the phone.  But her daughter had already left for home... she tried to calm herself and act professional as she headed up to the apartment.  Some small part of her mind noted the unnecessary overuse of the caution tape on the door.





When she went inside the first thing she saw was Erika.  Her little girl looked so small huddled up like that and Danisha's heart nearly broke.  She felt bad that she hadn't been there sooner, but she was here now and she'd do whatever she could for her daughter.





Even though she knew she needed to do her job and get to the crime scene itself she stopped in front of her daughter.  "Erika?  Honey, are you okay?" she asked gently.  Erika looked up at her blankly before slowly standing up.  Her eyes seemed distant, making Danisha very worried.


"Hm?  Oh... Danisha..." Erika murmured.  Danisha couldn't hold back any longer and pulled her daughter into a tight hug.  Erika returned it tightly and buried her face in her mother's shoulder.  It seemed she was playing the role of traumatized girl perfectly, judging by her mother's responses that was good.  So far none of the officers who had shown up on the scene had suspected her of a thing and had taken her vague statements without question.


"Listen, honey, I have to get to work now.  There's no need for you to stick around any longer, okay?  We're going to be here for a while... but try to get some sleep if you can.  There's no reason anyone will be checking either bedroom whether you want to sleep in your bedroom... or mine," Danisha urged.  She knew Erika was a teenager now, but wanted her daughter to know that her bedroom was open too if she'd feel safer in there.

"Okay," Erika replied softly, still keeping her gaze diverted as she answered.






Danisha watched her daughter slowly make her way down the hallway before turning her attention to the other people in the room.  The first thing she noticed was Officer Fangman investigating the area around the corpse.  He seemed deep in thought so she decided not to bother him at the moment.





Instead she turned her attention back to the body and Bianca who was standing by it.  "Glad you could finally join us," Bianca commented as Danisha knelt by the body.

She started to examine the body.  The cause of death was fairly obvious.  A gunshot to the head.  Unfortunately for the poor man it looked like he'd survived the bullet wound for at least a little bit judging by the size of the puddle around his head.  Not that he'd likely been conscious for that.  The color of the dried blood also indicated that he hadn't been dead for very long.  He'd likely died shortly before Erika got home and made the call.  That thought sent a chill through Danisha, thinking that her daughter could have encountered the murderer herself.

And throughout the examination she was trying to suppress any flashbacks she might have had to a similar bloody scene in a previous apartment...





"So, do we have any possibilities for suspects yet?" Danisha asked after having recorded all of her findings and the evidence she needed.  They could now move aside so that the body could be bagged up and transported back to the lab for a more in-depth autopsy and so that they could start cleaning up the crime scene.

"Well, we need some more information for that.  That's why you were called in," Bianca replied with a shrug.

"What do you mean?  Surely the footage from the lobby had something?  Eye-witnesses?  Anything?" Danisha demanded angrily.





"Easy there.  That's where you come in.  Erika said she didn't see anyone, either in the apartment or in the lobby or on the street.  We've confiscated the lobby footage for you to analyze back at the station.  Beyond that we're going to be relying on what you gather here," Bianca replied, raising an eyebrow at her friend's anger.

"Oh... oh yes... I suppose so.  I'm sorry it's just..." Danisha mumbled.

"It's scary, knowing they were in your own home.  Right?" Bianca replied with a sympathetic smile.  "If you'd feel more comfortable we could put you up in a hotel for the night..." she began to offer but Danisha shook her head.

"I didn't let myself be driven out of the last apartment I owned, I'm not letting them with this one too," she declared firmly.





"But I will confess to being tired," Danisha admitted, rubbing her neck.  This had been a very long day between the wedding and now this...

"No worries.  The evidence will be there when you get in tomorrow morning.  We're going to have an officer stationed down in the lobby so no one's getting back in tonight at least.  I'll head in to write up the preliminary report now," Bianca assured.





"Thanks," Danisha replied sincerely with a smile.  She watched Bianca order the remaining officers and specialists in the room to start packing up before turning her attention to Officer Fangman.  While she had ended up in a lab and Bianca was on a fast track to replacing Romeo as head of the department, Officer Fangman had elected to stay on the streets as a regular officer.  It's not that he didn't have the credentials for a promotion, he just didn't want one.  Danisha respected that and valued his opinion.

"So, what do you think happened?" she asked as she walked up to him.  He'd been silently surveying the scene since before she got there so he must have some theories by now.





"In my opinion, two crooks were out to hit the same target and bumped into each other.  This kid was probably fairly new to the job while the other one was likely a veteran.  The shooter barely left a trace at the scene so they were probably a pro.  Either this kid did something stupid to piss the guy off, overstepped his bounds, or it was just a matter of principle on the shooter's part.  Either way, the kid ended up dead and the other guy got away," he explained with a shrug.

"So you think it was a turf-battle of some sort between two criminals?" Danisha repeated.

"That would be my best guess," the officer agreed with a nod.





"I see...  Thank you, I'll keep that in mind," she replied.  He nodded and cleared out with the rest of the officers.  Danisha tried to stay out of their way now, acting as the civilian rather than an officer herself.  They ended up having to remove the rug the guy had bled on, but they'd been able to clean off the flooring.  She was thankful for no longer having carpeting.

At last they all left, leaving Danisha alone in the room.  She stared at the place the body had been.  Now she had the memory of yet another murder happening in her home.





She sighed and then went to check on Erika.  Her daughter had apparently elected to sleep in her own room which wasn't too unexpected.  Danisha was also grateful to see that she was apparently sleeping soundly.  She'd had trouble sleeping after Nielson's death due to nightmares, but having the corpse be a stranger rather than someone you loved certainly helped.  And it could just be the exhaustion of everything that let Erika sleep so soundly.  Being on an adrenaline rush all day would wear anyone out, even a teenager.


"Good night, my dear," Danisha murmured softly to her daughter so as not to wake her before closing the door again and heading to her own room.  Unfortunately, despite her age, sleep did not come nearly as easily to Danisha.  Even knowing the place was guarded, every little sound woke her and she ended up barely getting any sleep.


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Hello!  I finally got this chapter written.  I actually had more that I was going to include in this chapter, but I feel like I'll deal with the aftermath in the next chapter.  I also apologize for making the officers a bit stupid in this chapter.  Would a normal teenager be able to trick the police like this?  No.  But Erika is a genius and for story purposes I had to make her smarter than them, including her own mother :P  Sorry.  This chapter also really let Erika's Evil trait show.  After 'killing' the guy (he wasn't actually dead, just posed that way) she literally walked up to him and started doing the evil maniacal laughter.  As if she knew what she'd just done in the story... and was very proud of it.  I would have loved to include a picture of it, but it doesn't fit into her persona.  She's more of a refined evil than a super-villain type, I'm afraid.