Darker Needs

By Jason Mercier

Jon Ellis is a struggling detective looking for revenge after his wife was brutally murdered in their home.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Aug 4, 2013
• ISBN: 9781304276292

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Darker Needs

Darker Needs

Jason Mercier

Copyright©2013 by Jason Mercier

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Any reproduction of this work or any part of work is unauthorized.

ISBN: 978-1-304-27629-2

Publisher: Jason Mercier

Distributor: Lulu

Dedication

For Lyla

Prologue

1996

The music, of the grundgy rock variety, was playing loudly over the bookshelf stereo in the corner of the lavishly furnished bedroom.  The man looking over what he had done.  He could not believe how easily it had been to do it.  After all the years he had spent thinking and dreaming about what it would be like, who could have guessed that taking a life could be so easy?

He looked over at her again, or rather at what was left of her.  For a first time killer he was very methodical about it his process.  Aside from choosing his victim at random everything was planned very carefully.  He waited until he found a woman entering a dark house all alone.  He used speed and force to take her by surprise, swiftly coming up behind her slamming her head of the solid wood door seconds before she could open it.

She was unconscious from the blow so he quickly unlocked and opened the door using the key which was already dangling from the deadbolt on the door.  Luckily there was no alarm system to ruin everything.  Once he had her inside with the door locked he pulled his flashlight from his small backpack and scanned the downstairs level of the house.  Directly to his right there was the living room. There was a twenty seven inch television in a cheaply made wall unit, a couple of end tables that looked to be of the same quality as the wall unit, a coffee table that didn’t match and a couch and chair set in a horrendous floral pattern.  Further ahead were a kitchen and dining room combination with all the standard kitchen appliances on one side and a small table with three chairs on the other side.

Walls in all rooms were sparsely decorated and contained no pictures.  This made him more comfortable, no family.  Satisfied he looked to the left at the stairs leading to the second floor.  Placing the flashlight between his teeth he bent and struggled to get the woman up and onto his shoulder.

Three minutes later he had made it upstairs and after glancing in the bathroom and spare bedroom, both matched the decor and size of the rooms downstairs, he had her placed on the bed in the master suite.

He stood there looking at her face for a few seconds catching his breath.  She was very pretty, long wavy brown hair, a very fair complexion with high cheekbones, long eyelashes and full light coloured lips.

Ok, no turning back now.  Better get moving. he said to himself.

He opened his pack again to get the rope he brought with him.  He began tying her limbs to bedposts making sure she was completely stretched out and could not fight back when she woke up.  Once that was completed he went to the pack again to get the super glue.  He opened the glue and spread a bead across her lips and held them together to make sure the hold was solid.

He realized then that he was starting to feel more at ease and was actually having fun doing this.  That was when he saw the stereo and suddenly wanted music to work to.  He turned it on and set it to tuner and let the music play while he waited for her to wake up.

After about fifteen minutes she started to stir.  He walked over to her and slapped her hard with the back of his hand which helped bring her around.

Wake up. He said with a laugh, I don’t want you to miss any of this.

He turned and took a very sharp fillet knife out of his pack and showed it to her while she tried to scream and tears welled up in her eyes.  He was enjoying the fear she was showing and made a small cut on her forearm so she could see he was serious.  He then took the knife and cut her pants all the way up both legs and around her hips in order to remove them.  Next he removed her shirt in the same fashion.  Lastly, he cut away the undergarments, all the while her muffled screams were being drowned out even more by the heavy music playing in the background.

Now that he could see the canvass he was going to be working with it was time to make some real cuts.  He sank the tip of the knife into the bottom of her left heel and cut all the way to base of her toes.  Next was the right foot.

He asked, Was that fun?

He wiped the blood off the knife and walked around the bed and cut the pinky finger off her left hand.  He looked at her face and realized she could pass out because of the pain so he slapped her again.  Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the light pink colour of her erect nipples.  With his left hand he pulled up on the nipple and cut with the right.  Then he did the same on the other one.

With this she tried so hard to scream that the pressure on her mouth let go and tore most of her bottom lip off.  The blood that poured out of what used to be her lip was almost more impressive than the cuts he had made.  The sound of her scream was like pleasure to him but if it was over heard by a neighbour his fun may be over.  He grabbed some duct tape from his bag and placed it over her mouth doing a double wrap around her head.

Now that it was relatively quiet again he focused on her eyes.  He cut off both lids following the shape of the orbital bone.  He noticed the delicate look of her ears and in his mind could see himself nibbling on them if they had met under different circumstances.  With one quick swipe the right lobe was gone.

Her eyes were beginning to roll and he could tell that she wasn’t going to be awake much longer even though she could no longer close her eyes.  He slapped her a third time but that was barely keeping her there; he would have to hurry up if he wanted her awake for the ending. 

He took the knife and inserted it into her navel.  With a quick pull he sliced her all the way to the beginning of her vagina.  Blood gushed down over the bed and pooled on the blanket she was laying on.  He could tell she was still breathing by the rise and fall of her bloody chest but she was no longer conscious.  The fun was over for him.

You Bitch! he said and sliced her throat.

He went into the bathroom down the hall to clean his knife and wash his hands.  He looked in the mirror and scared himself with the intense look he saw from himself.  Seconds later he was laughing.

He got himself back under control and went back to the bedroom to gather his things and collect his souvenirs.  He pulled a plastic bag from the pack and placed both nipples in it and sealed it.  Next he pulled a Polaroid camera out and took pictures from both sides of the bed.

Once he was repacked he stood and looked at the body already reliving the events from just moments ago.  He turned to leave and while walking to the door he saw something that he didn’t notice when he came in.  There was a picture frame on the floor partially under the dresser.   It caught his attention because it was the first one he had seen since entering the house.   He picked it up and turned it over.

Oh Shit! he muttered.

In the photo was the woman whom he had just murdered in a white laced wedding dress standing next to a man wearing a dark blue uniform.  What made him worry was the shiny gold coloured badge pinned to the uniform.

Chapter 1

2011

Ellis! called a man wearing a pale green coloured suit.

Yeah boss?  Jonathan Ellis replied looking up from the mountainous pile of paper on his desk.

Get in here now! said his boss walking back into his office.

Fuck. said Jon under his breath as he started getting up from his desk.

Jon walked slowly toward the open door with his head down, he still had a bit of a headache from the bottle of Wiser’s whisky that he had drank the night before.  As he walked he could feel the eyes of the other officers looking at him with a sense of knowing and pity.  He walked into the office and his boss, Captain George North motioned for him to sit down.

Jon, you just don’t seem to listen. started George, You have to get your drinking under control.

What do you mean? Jon replied.

George looked at him with disbelief, Are you kidding me?  Do you think that nobody can tell?  Seriously look over there in the mirror for Christ’s sake.

Jon did as he was told; he looked at the reflection of himself.  He had dark hair that was a little shaggy and starting to turn grey.  His eyes were red around the edges with dark bags underneath making him look fifty instead of forty which he was.  He looked as if he hadn’t shaved in a few days.  His tie was loosened from the neck and the top button of his shirt was undone.

Jon, everyone here understands your situation. he continued. What happened to your wife and you finding her tied up like that.......it’s just awful.  But you can’t keep doing this.

Jon didn’t say anything, just seemed to look down at his feet.

George kept going, Look, you do great work, you’re a great Detective, but you work in narcotics not homicide.  As I have told you before, the Chief will not approve your transfer while her case is still open.  You are obsessed with this and while personally I can’t blame you, professionally I have to tell you to move on.

George could see that Jon wasn’t going to give much to the conversation so again he continued. "I’ve been to your place, Jon; I’ve seen