(At The Warehouse)
Zoey's feet crunched against the dirt and twigs. She finally saw something up ahead beyond the trees. She walked a little faster and hid behind a large oak once she arrived.
The warehouse Zoey arrived at was surrounded by trees and miles from the road. There was only one narrow dirt path on the side.
It was at least twenty feet high, with boarded-up windows, rusty and dirty metal walls, and just looked haunted.
She saw a huge silver parked out front and a confident woman in a red pencil skirt, white button-up shirt, red blazer, and red kitten heels. She looked a bit antsy though.
Zoey took out a black cap and made it so her face couldn't be seen and tucked her hair into it. She had also put on a black sweatshirt over her shirt and black sweatpants over her skirt.
She then heaved a large duffel from her system onto her shoulder and grabbed a large paper bag in her hand before walking over to the uptight and fidgety woman.
The woman was the agent who wanted to sell the warehouse. But it was so run down that nobody wanted to buy it. So she was quite excited when a potential buyer came by but was also so intimidated. This place was so far out that if something happened to her no one would hear her scream.
She swallowed out of fear as her eyes darted from the warehouse, to the ground, to the sky, and to her car.
"Damn, where the hell is this buyer alrea-, " She stopped her muttering when a hand slapped down onto her shoulder.
She turned around slowly to see what had just given her a teeny little heart attack.
"C-c-can I help you?" She stuttered plastering on a crooked smile.
Zoey wordlessly shoved the brown bag into the woman's hands. The woman lightly gasped and looked down at the bag and back at Zoey. She hesitantly opened it up with unsteady hands and her eyes widened when she saw large stacks of money inside.
Her jaw dropped.
"That's five hundred thousand. Way above the asking price. How about you just take this and go?" Zoey discreetly commanded.
She looked at her with her eyes practically bulging out of her head. She mulled over her options for a quick second.
Then she turned the large gaping hole at the bottom of her face into a row of pearls smudged with bright red lipstick.
"Of course! About the paperwork, " she started to state but stopped when Zoey cocked her head to the side.
She quickly took in a breath of air and smiled even wider. She bobbed her head back and forth and exclaimed in an excited squeal, " Of course, of course! I shall take care of that! Have a nice day sir!"
She put the bag on her arm and hurriedly tottered to her car with her ankles slightly bending to the side as she did.
Once she got to her car, she pulled open the door in a scramble. And threw the bag into the car and her entry into said car was not as nearly as heterogeneous as her appearance.
She looked like a clown disguised as a realtor. The car then pulled away and drove off with a large revving.
Zoey barely paid attention to that, however. She's seen, people react even worse with even less. Then again she wouldn't see what the woman would do once she got out of the woods.
She pushed open the brown metal doors, that we're brown not only because of rust, with her foot.
She felt her stomach do backflips, front flips, cartwheels, and jumping jacks at the smell of feces, rotting carcasses of animals, and who knew what else.
The area was at least 3000 square feet, with two stories. Chains hung down from the ceiling next to broken lighting fixtures, with large decaying steel tables bolted to the floors.
While the second floor was completely empty except for more chains hanging from the ceiling, with little lines of sunlight streaming in through the splintered lumber that tried to prevent the light from entering.
Zoey let down the duffle onto the floor.
"What's he doing now?" Zoey asked as she rolled up her sleeves.
[Still in the movie theater. It'll be over in about half an hour.]
"Good, just keep an eye on him while I get this place prepared for good ol' Dr. Stone," Zoey said while rolling her shoulders and cracking her neck.
She then opened up her duffel which was filled with cleaning products.
" But I am also all too eager to get the smell of dead rats out of here," Zoey muttered through clenched teeth.
(Fifty Minutes Later)
After moving at an incredible speed, the filth that had caked almost every surface was scrubbed down and was sterilized the hell out of, so much that it smelled like a hospital.
She replaced the boarded-up windows with her own custom made glass. This glass was near impossible to break, cleaned much easier, and was one way so you could see outside and nobody could see in.
She also installed numerous cameras, brand new lighting, and soundproofing onto the walls.
She had also taken the time to set up shop. She planned to make this her laboratory after all. So she set up the usual (and cliche) array of beakers and test tubes all connected by clear plastic tubing onto a large metal table.
Several weapons hung on the walls and several monitors and computers set up on another steel table.
She even took out some of her projects that have been collecting dust in her system and sat them in there as well.
Once Zoey was done with setting up on the first floor she had a small smile and a look of pride.
But she quickly shook her head, " You can be proud once you take care of business." She scolded herself.
She then rushed upstairs. The second floor didn't have any of her inventions on the ground, however.
But instead, there were large charts on the walls covered in red string. They were made of pieces of paper taped to the wall with names and information scribbled onto them.
Each of them had names.
The chart on the right wall was objective, ' Destroy Daniel' with all of Daniel's contacts criminal or not, loved ones, and underlings listed.
The chart on the left was objective 'Revenge' with it divided into two sides. One for Jade's life (Zoey's past life if some forgot) and one side for Zoey's.
With everyone that ever harmed her listed and just like Daniel's with their associates and loved ones listed as well. But unlike objective 'Destroy Daniel' she had listed their fears and the most satisfying torture methods that she should use on them.
Then finally, on the back wall with only a beautiful hand-drawn of Annie taped to it was objective 'Find Annie.'
These three were her main objectives but first, she needed to find out what the hell wrong with her.
"Sky where's our boy now?"
[He left the movie and we'll that's strange-, he went into a building that's under construction.]
"OH COME ON! I swear if I have to 'talk' to another serial killer or insane ass cracker!
I am going to curse the author who came up with this fucking plot!" Zoey yelled into the air causing in echo throughout the place.
(At A Building Under Construction)
Zoey still wore her black sweatshirt and pants. She stood on the roof of the building right next to where Dr. Stone was deemed to be located.
She stared at the building as she took a few long strides backward. To stop and then break into a run.
Once she reached the ledge she leaped across the alley separating the two buildings and landing onto the other building with a slight *Thud*. She landed on her knees.
She straightened her body into a standing position and flicked the dirt off the front of her knees and stomach.
"Now to find his exact loca-, " *Clang clatter* Zoey stopped in the middle of her sentence when she heard movement come from an open skylight.
She got onto her hands and knees and silently crawled over to the skylight.
She peeked in and immediately cringed away with a few her stomach contents trying to claw their way out out of her stomach.
"*UGH* I did not need to see that! Well, I guess I should consider myself lucky that I didn't have to spend any more time searching for him." Zoey groaned.
Meanwhile down below Dr. Stone stood in a black suit, with gray stripes, gray shirt, lime green tie, and pocket square, with black leather shoes.
He wasn't what Zoey expected. He had a full head of oily black hair with not a patch of gray to be seen, that was combed back.
Charming brown eyes and smile, and he looked quite young with not a wrinkle to be seen either.
He almost looked like a modern Prince Charming.
Almost being the keyword. Because what Zoey also didn't expect was the prostitute on her knees giving him a blowjob.
He had his head pointed straightforward as if he was ignoring the woman taking in his length. Though he did get a little breathless when she took the whole thing in.
"You know, I've always wondered what was so remarkable about paying for sex. Was it the danger, or the thrill, or the risk of waking up with an STD.
I never got it, you know? Why men would spend money on ugly ass whores they can easily pick up in a bar? Maybe it's because you have so much experience?" He droned on.
The woman stopped sucking his object and looked up at him with her lipstick smeared. "Look I gotta be somewhere in about half an hour so chop-chop pal." The woman said sassily in a jersey accent.
Stone smiled at her and she went back to sucking on his object.
Stone stared down onto the woman's head and dug into his pocket. He then pulled out his fist which was wrapped in a brass knuckle.
He pulled his hand back and said with an even bigger grin. "Yeah, it's just, I don't take orders from whores."
The woman looked up at him just as his fist collided with her face.
*Crack* "Ah!" The sound of her nose breaking was quickly followed up by her scream.
She fell to the floor. What was happening to her? It didn't even seem real. But the pain began to seep in, sobering her up.
Her heart began to pound and she dug her acrylic nails into the ground as hard as she could. And tried to stand up so she could run but it just turned into a sort crawl that replicated a scared but injured cat.
"*Hurk*" The woman choked as Stone pushed in her stomach with his foot. This made the woman roll across the ground and fall onto her stomach.
"*Uh*" She let out a raspy groan and couldn't seem to think straight. Everything was blurry and everything hurt.
She heard Stone's footsteps grow closer to her. She tried to run but she couldn't get her body off the floor. Other than a slight twitch of her fingers and leg nothing else would move.
"Ah!" She was pulled off the ground by her hair. She must have hit her head because she felt something trickle down into her eyes.
Her mouth involuntarily hung open and her eyes were halfway closed.
He brought her close to his face and sneered, " Any last words my dear?"
She swallowed the blood in her mouth and she spat in his eye. "Fuck...you...you...little...dickless...cu-, " She was shut up with a heavy slap with the back of his hand.
He sent her back to the floor barely conscious. His smile was filled with rage as he heaved large breaths and approached her once again. The spit on his face had begun to dry.
He kneeled in front of her and gripped her cheeks with his hand causing her lips to twist unattractively.
He sighed lovingly and smashed his lips into hers. He released her from the kiss and dropped her head onto the floor.
He then raised his other fist into the air and clenched it tight. "Goodnight princess, " he whispered gently and brought his fist down-.
*Clang rattle* A large sound came from the opposite of the area and Stone had to stop mid punch.
He looked over to where the sound came from and called out, " Hello?"
When he didn't hear a response he sighed through his nose. He got up from the ground and started to walk towards the sound.
"Hey! If you're looking to get high I can give some cash to pretend you didn't see anything!" He walked slowly and reached his other hand into his pocket.
He slowly pulled out a pocket knife and made the blade flick out. His vision was laser-focused to a large concrete pillar.
He kept that huge grin on his face the whole time and leaned to the side as he walked to try and see if anyone was hiding.
"Come on, I won't bite! I just want this to go away! Believe me on that." He called out again as he moved toward it.
He slowed down even more and gripped the knife in his hand. He approached the pillar silently and pressed against one side.
He then suddenly leaped to the unseen side and exclaimed, " Got ya!"
But imagine his surprise to find no one there. He scratched his head and looked around for a bit and exhaled loudly through his mouth.
"Oh, well guess I'm just being paranoid. Shall we continue my sweet?" He asked and turned around to see that the spot he left her in was empty.
That creepy ass smile finally disappeared from his face. His eyes became saucers and he even dropped his knife.
"No, " he muttered and started to slowly walk over. But as he got closer and closer the realization started to set in and he picked up the pace.
"No, " he walked faster, "No!", he started to jog a little now, " NO, NO, NONONO!"
He yelled when he got over to the spot and nothing was there except for splatters of blood. He was a little mad but more interested, how did she escape? She definitely wouldn't be able to stand and walk especially without him hearing. He thought.
"Princess, where did you go? *Haaah* How bothersome, I really don't feel like playing cat and mouse. " He called out and started to walk around.
*Clang*
He heard another sound to his right and smirked. He sauntered over and began to call out.
"Princess, *Khh*" He was cut off by an arm
wrapping itself around his throat.
Zoey stood behind him with her hat pulled down, " Awww, you don't want to play cat and mouse? How about master and mutt? I always wanted a cute, arrogant, little puppy." She whispered into his ear.
Stone didn't try to fight back. Especially when he felt a sharp object poke into his back. It was a knife, his knife. He could tell by the uniquely sharpened point.
But while he didn't fight back, he did ask in between strained breaths, " Who..are..you!?"
Stone could only see Zoey's mouth curl into a smirk. As the rest of her face was hidden by the hat.
"I'm your prince charming, PRINCESS!" Zoey hissed into his ear.
She threw Stone to the floor leaving him on his stomach. He started to lift himself up and when he lifted his head he saw a happy with heart eyes (Zoey couldn't be bothered to change her shoes) coming at him.
At that moment he had only one thought, " Weird."
Then *CRACK!*