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People need to learn, Sam thinks as he sits and watch Nataly wake up, that just because he's down doesn't mean he's out. Yes, he'd been dangerously close to an explosion. It wasn't anywhere near the first time he'd been in a similar circumstance. Granted, the last time he'd been forty years younger, that didn't change the fact that Sam knew how to survive things that would likely kill most other people. Yes, he'd been comatose afterwards - and apparently a vegetable for a week and a half after waking up out of the coma - but he'd survived worse and didn't need people babying him. He was nearly sixty years old, not six. He could take care of himself without others clinging to him like if they let go he'd disappear, float away on the breeze.
After today, Sam knows, no one will make that mistake again.
He watches as Nataly slowly wakes up. It's possible that he used too much chloroform on her to knock her out, but that was actually a blessing in disguise. The cops had stopped him on his way to the basement of the shack he'd borrowed from an old friend. Borrowed without permission because the fewer the people that knew what he was about to do the better. His family would likely be able to figure it out without help - it had Sam's name written all over it after all - but they wouldn't be able to pin it on him legally. At least he's pretty sure they won't.
They won't have any witnesses to it, at any rate.
Sam watches Nataly shake herself awake. He watches as she tries to see through the blindfold he has over her eyes and figure out why her arms are held in such an odd position and what they're wrapped around. Watches as she tries to figure out why she can't move out of the chair she's sitting in even though she's not chained to it.
(superglue is a wonderful thing.)
"Don't bother trying to get up." Sam says to her.
"Sam! Help me, please, what's going on?!" Nataly asks, her voice already frightened, yet still relieved to know that he's there. It's a mistake he knows that she'll soon realize and fix.
"Why would I help you when I put you there?" He asks, his voice a sinister purr that only his long list of victims have ever heard.
Nataly stiffens fearfully, and Sam loves it. The residual medication that's still in his system tries to kick in and make him feel guilty about what he's planning, what he's going to do, but he beats it back. He's not going to let it ruin his fun. "What d'you mean?" she asks, her voice a scared whisper.
"I mean that if you drop the device I have you holding you're going to have a very messy end." Sam tells her. What he doesn't tell her is that it weighs a hundred pounds and is currently balanced - quite precariously, the slightest nudge and it'll fall - on the edge of the chair that Nataly's sitting on. "I mean, that maybe if I kill off enough of Alec's kids, you people will start realizing that I don't need people to take care of me."
He can tell from her expression that Nataly doesn't want to believe what she's hearing. He doesn't care. "Ignore me if you want to, I don't care." Sam says, shrugging as he walks over and starts keying in a series of numbers before turning some dials and flicking three switches to activate the bomb Nataly's strapped to. "But if you drop this, you and the forty kids upstairs are going to be blown to kingdom come. If you manage to hold onto it for twenty four hours I might take pity and release the kids before the timer runs through." Sam doubts it though. He already has a letter for his favourite Detective made up claiming the deaths of Nataly and the kids as his - the original Strip Square Killer, along with a warning for the press to the copycats out there. That this will be their fate if they don't get their own gimmick and stop stealing his.
He hopes the copycats ignore the warning. It'll be fun searching them all out.
The blindfold covering Nataly's eyes has darkened patches where it's catching the tears. "Please- please don't do this." Nataly pleads. Sam ignores her and goes up the stairs to the main level.
The kids are all asleep in the cages he put them in. It had been easy to get the driver of the school bus they'd been on switched for a guy that was willing to drive the kids somewhere and leave them there without asking questions. Sam doesn't feel anything at the thought of killing the kids. No remorse, no guilt, no worry that he'll be caught. He hasn't been caught before, why would he be now?
It's with a grin that Sam leaves the shack and drives away, pressing a button on the remote to truly activate Nataly's bomb once he's a safe distance away, heading back to his shop.
When, halfway to work, he hears an explosion in the distance, Sam doesn't react with anything other than a small smirk.
After today, Sam knows, no one will make that mistake again.
He watches as Nataly slowly wakes up. It's possible that he used too much chloroform on her to knock her out, but that was actually a blessing in disguise. The cops had stopped him on his way to the basement of the shack he'd borrowed from an old friend. Borrowed without permission because the fewer the people that knew what he was about to do the better. His family would likely be able to figure it out without help - it had Sam's name written all over it after all - but they wouldn't be able to pin it on him legally. At least he's pretty sure they won't.
They won't have any witnesses to it, at any rate.
Sam watches Nataly shake herself awake. He watches as she tries to see through the blindfold he has over her eyes and figure out why her arms are held in such an odd position and what they're wrapped around. Watches as she tries to figure out why she can't move out of the chair she's sitting in even though she's not chained to it.
(superglue is a wonderful thing.)
"Don't bother trying to get up." Sam says to her.
"Sam! Help me, please, what's going on?!" Nataly asks, her voice already frightened, yet still relieved to know that he's there. It's a mistake he knows that she'll soon realize and fix.
"Why would I help you when I put you there?" He asks, his voice a sinister purr that only his long list of victims have ever heard.
Nataly stiffens fearfully, and Sam loves it. The residual medication that's still in his system tries to kick in and make him feel guilty about what he's planning, what he's going to do, but he beats it back. He's not going to let it ruin his fun. "What d'you mean?" she asks, her voice a scared whisper.
"I mean that if you drop the device I have you holding you're going to have a very messy end." Sam tells her. What he doesn't tell her is that it weighs a hundred pounds and is currently balanced - quite precariously, the slightest nudge and it'll fall - on the edge of the chair that Nataly's sitting on. "I mean, that maybe if I kill off enough of Alec's kids, you people will start realizing that I don't need people to take care of me."
He can tell from her expression that Nataly doesn't want to believe what she's hearing. He doesn't care. "Ignore me if you want to, I don't care." Sam says, shrugging as he walks over and starts keying in a series of numbers before turning some dials and flicking three switches to activate the bomb Nataly's strapped to. "But if you drop this, you and the forty kids upstairs are going to be blown to kingdom come. If you manage to hold onto it for twenty four hours I might take pity and release the kids before the timer runs through." Sam doubts it though. He already has a letter for his favourite Detective made up claiming the deaths of Nataly and the kids as his - the original Strip Square Killer, along with a warning for the press to the copycats out there. That this will be their fate if they don't get their own gimmick and stop stealing his.
He hopes the copycats ignore the warning. It'll be fun searching them all out.
The blindfold covering Nataly's eyes has darkened patches where it's catching the tears. "Please- please don't do this." Nataly pleads. Sam ignores her and goes up the stairs to the main level.
The kids are all asleep in the cages he put them in. It had been easy to get the driver of the school bus they'd been on switched for a guy that was willing to drive the kids somewhere and leave them there without asking questions. Sam doesn't feel anything at the thought of killing the kids. No remorse, no guilt, no worry that he'll be caught. He hasn't been caught before, why would he be now?
It's with a grin that Sam leaves the shack and drives away, pressing a button on the remote to truly activate Nataly's bomb once he's a safe distance away, heading back to his shop.
When, halfway to work, he hears an explosion in the distance, Sam doesn't react with anything other than a small smirk.