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The Collector - Part 4 (*Slash*)
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~HUNTER'S POV~
I watch as the young man fidgets nervously before me, obviously intimidated by me. He's not at
all what I had expected him to be. Not only is he quite shy and nervous, but he's gorgeous.
I watch as he nervously brushes his long hair away from his face. "Why did you want to see me,
Detective?" He asks, his voice low and shaky.
"When was the last time you saw Adam?" I ask as I walk around the anxious man, watching as he
squirms nervously in his chair.
"Two days ago," he whispers.
"Are you Mr. Copeland's friend or lover?" I ask.
"Both. I mean, he was my lover."
"I see," I whisper, writing down his answers.
"Why did you want to talk to me?" He asks. I can see the sweat forming on his forehead. Why is
he so nervous?
"As you know, Adam has been reported missing."
"You think that I had something to do with it?" He asks in disbelief.
"I'm questioning everyone who knew him," I reassure him.
"I thought you were accusing me. I'm sorry," he apologizes.
"I hear you are quite fascinated by death. So much that you work in a morgue?" I ask calmly.
His fear of me fades, and I see anger take it's place. "I guess you've been talking to Trish
Slutratus."
I smile and lift an eyebrow.
"It was Halloween and I thought it would scare Adam. Besides, Adam really enjoyed it once we
got started. I bet she didn't tell you that," he growls.
"Why did you two break up?" I ask, trying to keep neutral ground.
"Why don't you ask Jeff Hardy. He was his latest angel," he growls.
"Angel?" I ask confused.
"Adam didn't call us his boyfriends, he called us his angels."
Interesting.
"Thank you for you time, Mr. Reso. I may have further questions for you and I request that you
do not plan to leave town anytime soon."
He nods as he leaves. "Don't worry about me. Just follow the trail of bodies and you'll find me."
I look at him shocked. "What?"
"I work at the morgue," he says grinning.
I hear him whisper "dumbass" under his breath as he shuts the door.
I sit down in the chair and stare at Adam's picture wishing that he could help me out. I don't know
what it was about Jason that made me consider him my main suspect.
I frown as I look at my watch. Jeff Hardy is late for our meeting.
~ADAM'S POV~
I awaken startled. The room feels like it is suddenly twenty degrees colder. What is he trying to
do, freeze me to death?
I look around the room the best I can from my restrained position. Did you ever get the feeling
that you're not alone, when you know that you are?
I look at the dried blood that is splattered on the wall. How many had come before me? Why did
he hate us so much? Why?
"Adam," a soft masculine voice whispers in my ear.
I jump as I turn to see who whispered my name. I gasp as I see a beautiful blonde haired man
staring down at me. His blue eyes seem to look right through me.
I realize that if I focus hard enough, I can see through him. Oh God, HE'S A GHOST!
I take a couple of deep breaths to get my breathing back to normal. I look at the sadness on his
face as he looks around the room. He was one of the victims.
"Who are you?" I whisper.
"Chris," he says smiling as he sits down on the bed with me.
I have to force myself not to flinch away from him. "You were one of his victims?"
He looks at me and frowns. "Yes. He kidnapped me and brought me here. He raped and tortured
me until......"
"He tired of you?" I finished his statement.
He nods. "I'm sorry," he whispers, "I have to go."
"Wait!" I beg.
"I'm not suppose to be here. I lost my way," he whispers sadly.
"How did he kill you Chris?" I ask. I know I will hate myself, but I have to know what he is going
to do to me.
I watch in horror as Chris' beautiful face disappears and a bloody headless corpse stands before
me. In his hands, he is carrying a huge container with his head in it. I scream as I look at his
lifeless eyes that once sparkled so blue.
Just as quickly as he came, Chris' apparition disappeared leaving me alone once again.
I started to cry. I was going to die here and no one would ever know.
~MARK'S POV~
I feel the man's grief as he tells me about how beautiful Chris was. It was clear that Benoit loved
Chris with all his heart, much like I do Adam.
"Chris was so full of life," Benoit continues, "so beautiful."
"Did Chris ever mention anyone hitting on him or threatening him?" I ask. There had to be a
connection between Chris and Adam.
"He worked as an exotic dancer. It was only until I could find work. I didn't want him to do it," he
says softly as he wipes his tears away. "A lot of men hit on him, but he always turned them
down," he whispers. "Oh yeah, he did trip and hurt his ankle a couple of days before this
happened. I had to take him to the ER."
"Which hospital?" I ask, a connection suddenly beginning to form.
"Community."
A chill runs down my spine. Adam works there.
"Did anything strange happen to him there?"
"Some worker tried to pick him up."
"What?" I ask, lifting my eyebrow.
Benoit smiled as he remember the events of that night. "Chris was pissed because they had to do
all kinds of xrays. The nurse had left him sitting in the hallway in the wheelchair while she chatted
with another nurse about another patient. Anyway, another guy that worked there approached
him and actually had the balls to caress his hair. He had asked Chris if he would like a ride home."
"What did Chris do?" I ask, captivated by what Benoit was telling me.
"Chris was pissed at the whole situation and had told the guy to go fuck himself. The look on the
guys face was priceless."
"Wait! You saw him?" I ask in disbelief. "Why didn't you tell the police?"
"What? That some hospital worker made a pass at my boyfriend?"
I shake my head. "What did the guy do?"
"He looked furious, but he walked away."
Benoit frowns as he looks at Chris' picture on the front page of the newspaper. "How could
someone do that to him?" He asks as he traces along the picture.
"I don't know," I say, shaking my head, but I'm determined that I won't let that happen to Adam.
I won't!
This "Collector" has collected his last head. He's going down.
"Do you think that you could identify the guy from that night if I can you into the hospital
employee files?"
"Yeah, but don't they have tight security?" He asks frowning.
"It pays to have connections," I say with a determined look on my face.
~HUNTER'S POV~
I watch Jeff closely as he merely stares at his fingernails, which are painted black of all colors.
"Do you always paint your nails black?" I ask.
"Depends on my mood," he whispers, looking up at me with his emerald eyes.
He's calm in my presence. Too calm. I've checked up on him and he is in fact Matthew Hardy's
brother. Matt had been the first victim, but Jeff hadn't been the one to report him missing.
I clear my throat. "When was the last time you saw Adam?" I ask.
"The night he disappeared," he replies.
"What did you two do?"
"Dinner, movie, and the best fuck ever," he says with a smirk.
I blush a little. I can't believe that I'm letting him get to me.
"Really?" I say with a smirk of my own.
"Let's just say that I rocked Adam's world."
"You're aggressive then?"
He smiles at me, "I'm always the top."
"The top?"
"I do the fucking," he brags.
"I see. Did Adam date anyone else from the hospital?" I ask, trying to change the uncomfortable
subject of sex.
He laughs out loud. "Adam got around."
"Really?"
"Adam was a whore."
I lift my eyebrow. He was painting an entirely different picture of Adam than everyone else. They
say a killer usually sees what he wants to see, even if the truth is right in front of him.
"So you weren't in love with Adam?"
"Love. Lust. It's all the same."
"Who else did Adam sleep with?"
"Try that freak that works in the morgue," Jeff says with a smirk.
"Already did. Who else?"
Jeff's silent for a moment and then shakes his head. "Why should I do your job for you?" He
growled.
"Was your brother Matthew Hardy?" I ask.
He looks at me shocked, but soon the shocked expression disappears and is replaced by
something entirely different. Something dark and evil.
"Yes, he "was" my brother."
"I heard you two didn't get along."
"I don't know what you're talking about. I love my brother," he growls.
"You mean "loved" your brother, don't you? He's dead."
"He's not dead. He'll always be with me! Always!" He hisses as he storms out of the room.
I smile as pick up the phone to order surveillance on both Jeff and Jason.
Hang on Adam.
~TBC~
