ROMEO IS BLEEDING
Profiler Fiction
by
Elizabeth Mansfield
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Agent Samantha Waters sat staring at nothing. She didn't know how long she had been sitting and she didn't care. She couldn't care because she couldn't feel anything. If she felt she'd fall into that deep dark abyss and she'd never be able to crawl out. Was that so bad?
No-one could understand.
No-one.
Jack had stalked her and tormented her for years and they hadn't been able to stop him and now she'd lost another person she loved. If she allowed herself to feel the grief would crush her.
She'd let her guard down, allowed herself to care for someone and now he was dead and it was all her fault. Jack was always watching.
Always.
Nobody could understand, not Angel, not Bailey, nobody was cursed like her. For daring to befriend someone, for daring to love someone she condemned them to die.
How many more times could this happen? And why her? Why her? Why had he chosen her? Why couldn't he leave her alone? Samantha glanced at her hands, she was sure there was still traces of blood on them. Blood on her hands. Blood on her hands. Coop's blood. Irrationally she didn't want to wash her hands clean. Part of him was still with her and didn't she deserve to have his blood on her hands? She loved him and Jack had killed him. Just as she had loved her husband and Jack had killed him too. Everything she loved died.
Everyone except Chloe.
Her daughter had been in the house the day Jack killed Tom, she'd met Jack but Jack hadn't killed her.
Why?
Was he planning to come back for her someday?
She would not allow that to happen. If anything happened to Chloe her lifeline to sanity would be gone. Chloe was all she had left.
She could only love Chloe. If she loved anyone else they would die.
Like Tom, like Coop.
She closed her eyes. She had to focus. She had to find Jack, the monster, if he could be found.
Jack had to pay for what he'd done. There had to be justice in the world.
She had to find him and his protégé. And when she did, the desire she had to enact revenge she would not articulate to anyone, was to rip their hearts out and watch them die.
They deserved it. For even if she caught them, would a prison hold them?
Jack had made one protégé, couldn't he make another and another and another? His own brand of immortality. It would never end. It would never end until they were both dead.
She would find them. She had to.
There had to be justice.
Hadn't there?
P-Con VI March 27th/28th/29th 2009
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