The Devil's Dream - A Thriller by David Beers

Author:David Beers
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: horror, thriller, psychological thriller, john connolly, stephen king, serial killer, police, detective, racy, dark, FBI, female protagonist, murder, vengeful, vigilante justice, series, thriller novel, Murderer suspense, murderer science fiction, disturbing murderer, disturbing murder, disturbing suspense series, dark murderer, hannibal lecter
Publisher: David Beers
Published: 2014-06-10T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty Five

Blood was spattered on his face and his wig sat nearly sideways on top of his head.

He held a gun in his right hand, the blade that had done so much damage having been replaced.

Matthew reached forward with his left hand and pressed the doorbell. He heard it chime through the house. Waiting, his breath finally calming down, he heard footsteps. Mrs. Lucent coming to the door, coming to answer whoever had called on her.

He watched her face peek through the side windows. She saw a cop, a dirty, bloody cop holding a gun. There are better sights than that, but there are certainly worse ones too. He heard the deadbolt move inside the door and it cracked open.

"Hi, Mrs. Lucent. I need to come in, there's been a horrible disaster out here and—"

"There's no need to lie. I know who you are."

They both looked at each other, neither dropping their eyes but neither moving.

"That blood coverin' you, that mean the cops out there are all dead?"

Matthew nodded and, as he did, Lucent shook her own head.

"They should have just left me alone. I told them I didn't want them and I didn't need them, and now they're dead because of it."

The porch light remained off, Lucent appeared more as a shadow to Matthew than a person, the light from the kitchen outlining her. He didn't point the gun at her, but left his arm hanging and the barrel looking at the floor.

"There are more out back. I could scream and they'd come, but there's no reason for more people to die. They didn't think you'd get this far, so I can't be sure that you wouldn't take me even if they could get in here," She was rambling, talking to herself more than Matthew, reasoning this out in her own head. Matthew kept quiet, only listening. "Come on in, I guess."

She turned around and walked back into the house, leaving him standing alone on the porch. He followed, pushing open the door and closing it behind him.

"I'm glad you're here because I'm tired of waiting for you to show up. Ever since you got out, I hoped you'd show."

She was headed towards the kitchen, towards the stove where a teapot looked to be heating up. She stood in front of it, her back to him. Matthew didn't enter the kitchen, but stayed in the hallway leading to it, not wanting to be within reach of the water gaining in temperature.

"The truth is, I'm tired of being here. I'm tired of living as the widow of Garret Lucent, with everyone knowing what he really was."

She paused, looking at the red teapot below her.

"You taking me doesn't mean anything, you know that. There's no one to hurt here. Not me, certainly not Garret. Maybe I've lived alone this long for that exact reason. If you ever showed up again you'd have the power to take me but that was it. You wouldn't have the power to make me wish to live or the power to hurt anyone else with your cruelty.

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