April Winters, now called Autumn Summers met The Head-Killer once. She's the sole survivor.
He escaped authorities. He wants his one and only back. He thinks there is only one way to drive her back into his arms. She needs to know he still wants her.
Dean is the agent assigned to this case. He needs to find a way to protect Autumn. He needs to find a way to stop The Head-Killer from wanting her, for he wants her himself.
It's going to be a crazy ride. Will Autumn and Dean come out on top? That's the question I'll leave you with.


12. Chapter 11

Chapter 11


- Autumn’s POV              -


I woke up again. Dean was lying awake next to me. Watching me, just like he has done the last couple of days. I didn’t know why he looked at me. I don’t think he noticed that I noticed that he was watching me.

“Dean can you help me to the bathroom?” I asked him as I still couldn’t walk.

“Sure!” He said in a happy tone. What’s with him being so cheerful? I don’t get it. He did a 360 on me. He lifted me bridal style and quickly carried me to the bathroom. His chest was bare as he slept in only pants and no shirt. He’s so sexy! A fine piece of man! I did my morning routine and finished putting clothes on. I was only wearing dresses as I couldn’t get on my pants by myself and I didn’t want Dean to help. As I called for help getting back to the room Lacey came in.

“Hey Lace.” I said as she walked in. I leaned on her shoulders and went back into the room.

“We got some mail for you.” She said as we got back in. I looked through the mail and saw one unknown address.

“Lace, I don’t know this one, maybe you should check it first?” I said to her as I was scared it was another letter from James. She opened the envelope and grabbed her phone.

“Dean we got another, come back now and bring forensics!” And she hung up.

“What does it say?” I asked her.

“If you won’t panic you can read it. It’s bad though!” She said. I nodded and grabbed the letter from her.


Dear Autumn,


I got something almost as good as you.

You will find her and the others behind the plants in the Lobby.

And remember, I still want you.

She, let’s call her D wasn’t enough,

If you want to stop this killing, you know what to do.



Your beloved murderer.


Who does he have?

“Autumn, do you know anyone whose name starts with a D?” Lace asked me, pulling me from my trance.

“Yeah sure of course, one of my employee and Demi my best friend.”

“Wait you said Demi, best friend?” Lace said alarmed.


“Oh Boy, let’s pray it isn’t her!” Lace whispered. She grabbed her phone again and texted someone.

“Lace I want to go down and see the heads, I want to know who’s lives were taken instead of mine.”

“O-O-Okay.” She grabbed me and we got to the elevator together. We rode it down and got out. I immediately saw the seven boxes, all placed in a neat line. I tried to get there as fast as I could with only one working leg. I opened them and looked at their faces. One in particular got my attention. I couldn’t hear the screams behind me as people saw me open the boxes with the heads in them. I couldn’t see the people around me faint. I didn’t feel Lacey pull my shoulder. Time stopped as I saw the face in the box. No it couldn’t be her. I had spoken to her just a few days ago. Not even 96 hours ago. No she couldn’t be the one in the box. I grabbed my phone and dialed her number. I got nothing. No answer, no voicemail. No it can’t be her in the box. I can’t lose her. She can’t be dead because he didn’t have me. No she can’t be gone. This isn’t true. I blinked my eyes a couple of times. I fell to my knees. No it isn’t real. I’m dreaming, this is all just a bad dream. I pinched my arm.

“NO!” I screamed out. I could smell death of these people, there wasn’t a body attached to them. No she can’t be dead. Sounds became clear around me as I saw my hands tremble. My heart clenched. This is all just a bad dream. Someone please wake me up.

“Autumn!” I heard someone scream behind me. I got up, turned around and saw Dean. I just fainted. It was real. I felt myself being caught and then everything turned black.

I slowly woke up in a soft bed. Dean sat beside me.

“Please tell me this is all a bad dream, that my best friend wasn’t in that box, that she’s still alive?!” I said to him, desperate, tears burning in my eyes.

“Sorry,” He said before his voice broke. That was enough. A lonely tear fell from my eye as I tried to comprehend what he just had said. My best friend, the one I always could depend upon. The one that always was there for me, the one I couldn’t do without. Dead. Murdered. Her head cut of her body. She was the victim of him. Of the one I got away from. Slowly more tears fell from my eyes. And even more. My breathing fastened. I heard loud screams fill the quiet and cold room. The darkness outside. Today was a day of doom. I couldn’t think about anything, but my best friend, murdered by that awful sadist. She would have been through a lot before being dead. She wouldn’t have had a quiet, peaceful and quick death. She would have suffered. I couldn’t calm down anymore. I could feel Dean’s arms close around me, but they couldn’t drive away the cold in my bones. I fainted again. This was too much to cope with.

As I woke up again I remembered what had happened. I just lay there, on the bed, quiet tears streaming down my face. I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to live anymore. I had nobody to live for anymore. My best friend was dead. I laid there numb to the world. The quiet strokes across my back calming me down a little, but not warming me. I was freezing. Cold my heart felt like it was shattered into a million pieces. Nothing could make me feel better.

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