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.


13. Chapter 12

Chapter 12


- Autumn’s POV -


Days became stuck to each other. I didn’t know if it was day or night. I couldn’t remember the day we were living in. I slept when my eyes closed. I lived on auto pilot. I couldn’t feel or think. This was more torture than James had done to me with his knife. He had killed my best friend.

“Autumn do you want to come to work with me?” Dean asked me. I shook my head. As always I just wanted to lay here and think of nothing.

“Okay let’s say this in a different way. Autumn get up from that bed and come with me to work, you need to be outside and do something. Help me catch this fucker! Instead of lying here on the bed, crying or sleeping, I haven’t seen you eat in forever. You need to transfer your sad energy and start doing something productive with it!” He said to me. I really didn’t feel like getting up, but I still turned. I saw Dean had already grabbed me a pair of shorts and a top. They didn’t match, but I was too depressed to even care about it. He helped me sit up straight and dressed me. He carried me all the way to his car and then we went to the direction of the medical examiner’s office.

“Are we going to Lauren?” I asked him.

“Yeah, she has the results.” He said and he concentrated back on the road. We sat in a comfortable silence. After driving for a little longer we arrived at the morgue.

We walked in and we could go straight through to Lauren’s office.

“Hey Dean! And Autumn Hi! How are you doing?” She asked.

“I’m okay.” I told her. She grabbed a file from her safe and handed it to Dean.

“There ya go. The results. If you have any questions you know how to reach me!”

“Will do Lauren, Thank you!” Dean said and we walked back out. We went to his office next. Inside I saw this board with all of the information they had collected already.

“Dean?” I asked.


“Did some of these girls run or some sort of sport?” I asked him, because that’s how James had found me and the earlier others.

“Yeah why?” He looked curious.

“That’s how James found me and some of the others I think, the FBI never knew, but the women always wore running clothes when he took them, I saw the clothes. I never knew it would be important.” I said shyly. I might have held the entire search on a down low.

“Guys! Autumn will you repeat what you just said to me?” He asked me.

“James found me and some others running in probably the same park.”

“So guys what does that tell us? Is he targeting people that go to the same park, and if so which park?” They all looked up with interest.

“Autumn which park did Demi run in?” He looked at me expectedly. I pointed to a park on the map.

“We used to run in the same park.” I told him.

“So there’s a good chance he never left his original hunting place. Marcus, can you find out everything and anything about the buildings surrounding the park and the park itself. We need to find if there are any empty buildings that are practically soundproof!” He looked at me with a proud look in his eyes.

“Lacey, you and some officers should ask the parents, friends and such of the victims if they ever ran in that park!”

“Okay boss!” Lacey and Marcus answered both at the same time. I followed Dean to his closed office.

“Dean, if I told you this earlier would you have stopped the murders earlier? Could I have prevented Demi’s death?”

“No Autumn, you couldn’t have. You don’t have any guilt in this matter. This is all James. Now go sit down, I want to ask you some more questions. Do you think you’re up for that?”

“Okay.” I nodded and sat down on his couch. He sat down next to me and to my hand in his. I never had done that before, but it felt pretty good, as it calmed me a lot.

“I want you to go through your memories of your kidnapping. Try to focus on the surroundings. What do you see?”

“He attacked me from the back in an alley a little bit away from the park. It was dark and the neighborhood was abandoned. When I woke up I was tied down on a table. He had a table on wheels where all his tools laid on. In the back of the room, there was a pile of bodies without their heads. The room itself had no windows. The walls looked like they were build out of iron or something like that. The sound was very hollow. I-I don’t know much more.” The memories filled me with fear.

“Very good Autumn!” I clamped his hand as I felt panic take me over.

“Hey hey Autumn, relax. Breath with me!” I heard Dean say. I looked at his chest and tried to match his rhythm. He lifted me on his lap and held me to him. I spend an awful lot of time sitting on his lap and he doesn’t seem bothered by it. I looked up at him. At his piercing eyes. They pierced right through mine right into my soul. His eyes flew over my face, taking in every feature. One of his hands moved to my face and got a tear I didn’t even knew had fallen from my eye. His hand felt rough on my soft skin. I blushed a little. His eyes got darker. Deeper. He moved his hand back to my waist. His thumb moved over my hip. My bare hip. His stare directed itself to my lips. I looked at his lips. Longing clear in my face. I needed him to kiss me. He seemed to be in a struggle with himself. I moved my face closer to his. His warm breath against my lips. Him breathing in my air. He seemed to make a decision. His lips against mine. Warm plumb lips. First soft against mine. Then more pressure. We moved together. My hands tangled in his hair. I slowly pulled, getting a groan from him. He pulled my hair effectively pulling my head back to he could deepen the kiss. His lips getting firmer. His teeth striking my bottom lip. I gasped for air. He made good use of that. His tongue entered my mouth softly. We fought for dominance. He won. I let out a soft whimper. I wanted this to never end.

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