The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
With a sickening crack, like that of bones snapping, the door frame gave way. The heavy door fell inward, sending up a cloud of grey dust as it landed on the cement floor. Two heavily armed SWAT team officers stormed in with their 9 mm Sig Sauer service weapons held at the ready for their expected target. On their heels the detective, also in full protective gear, stepped in behind them. A tinge of disappointment gave them a moment’s pause as they looked upon an empty apartment. It only lasted a second before each man kicked into action, systematically searching every space of the run down place. None of them relaxed until everything was cleared.
“Damn. We lost him,” the larger man said.
“Not by much though,” said the second officer. He pointed at a worn chair with a newspaper lying on it and discarded wires strewn about the floor. “That’s this morning’s newspaper.”
The detective craned his neck to read the headline. “The bastard likes to read about himself.”
“It’s too bad we can’t get the media to stop reporting anything about him. He probably gets off on it and it makes him want to be more famous.” The second officer kicked the wires with the toe of his left boot. “Vicious cycle and all that.”
The detective scoffed. “He will get plenty of press when they cover his lethal injection. I bet my new boat that he gets the death penalty.”
At that, he reached up to the radio attached to his shoulder harness and keyed it on. He reported in and ordered a team to come. They could sweep the room for evidence; maybe get fingerprints off the chair arms or door knob.
“Do you suppose he is gearing up for a couple more murders? There are two wooden beams here.” The large officer paused, thinking a moment before continuing. “How the hell does he get those things out of a little room like this on the ninth floor and up to the roof without anyone seeing him? He’d have to take them out the window with a crane or something.”
Neither of the two other men answered him because they wondered the same things.
Suddenly the second officer flipped upside down; his head thumping hard on the cement. He yelped. The other two men spun around to see what happened. Stunned, both gaped at the sight of their fellow officer hanging from the ceiling by wire wrapped tightly around his legs. Like tiny snakes, the individual wires twisted and wound themselves to securely tie his legs.
The large man stepped forward to help his companion when more wires from near his feet quickly moved, trussing him up in the same way. As he was lifted and flipped over, his gun clattered to the floor.
The detective made for the door. He made it as far as the door frame when something thin and strong yanked him backward as though he were an unruly dog who just found the end of his leash. The very last thing he heard before his world went black was the sound of a window sliding open.
Fiction © Copyright Kim Richards
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