Protecting The Devil
Author's Notes: In my dreams, I own Marshall Mathers. But reality sucks and unfortunately for me (and fortunate for him) I do not own him or Hailie Jade. I however do own all of the people you don’t know. This is a mystery and it is possible that someone may get killed. However I have a hard time killing off people who actually exist whenever it’s not necessary so I will be creating characters that look and sound like the real people, but are not. I’m sure you’ll catch on! Now that that’s out of the way I have to say THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! to my most wonderful Beta reader Aimee. You Rock!
This is Lyndon Savoire reporting for E! News Live. Today the world mourns the loss of beloved songstress and pop icon Gigi Lovette. The rumors that began circulating this morning have now been confirmed. Gigi Lovette was found this morning at approximately 5:17 am brutally murdered in her home. Police have been sketchy with information and have yet to release the details surrounding Miss Lovette's death. There are currently no suspects. Stay tuned for further updates.
"Damn, I can't believe that shit" Marshall mumbled to himself as he switched off the TV and laid down, hoping to fall asleep, "Bitch was fucking annoying" he thought to himself, "but damn, who'd kill her?"
*Tap*Tap*Tap* Marshall sat up in bed, 'What the fuck was that?' he idly scanned the room *Tap*Tap*Tap* he hadn't imagined the faint tapping after all, or had he? The sound was so soft, it could drive a man insane trying to distinguish whether it was real or not. *Tap*Tap*Tap* No, it was definitely real, it sounded like someone was tapping on the front door. 'Why the fuck would someone be tapping on my door at 2:43 in the morning?' he got up walking toward the door, a strain of curses passing through his lips. He looked through the peephole and had a hard time believing what he saw....
There was a strange arrangement of brightly colored flowers sitting alone on the front steps. Marshall debated with himself, tossing it back and forth in his mind, should he open the door or shouldn't he? He looked through the peephole again, studying the strange little arrangement, this whole thing was weird. Never the less he shrugged it off as some overeager fan who'd gotten close enough to leave those flowers but had chickened out at the last minute, too afraid to meet him face to face. It seemed fairly safe and as far as he could see no one was around so what was the harm? He opened the door quickly, quickly grabbed the vase and shut the door with a bang. There was a card sticking out of the center of the arrangement, he plucked it out, ripping it open. He expected the usual 'I Love You Eminem' scrawled in some girly handwriting but what he read instead drained the blood from his face, 'I'M IN YOUR HOUSE' was written in bold block letters across the center of the card.
The vase suddenly shattered across the beautiful stone floor, stunned he stared down at his bare feet. They were bleeding from the shards of glass that had rained down over them. He shook his head in disbelief, 'What the fuck?'...
Music began to blare behind him, startling him. He cringed as the sound of his own voice cut through the silence, "go to sleep bitch, die mutherfucker die, how many times I gotta say close your eyes" He turned in the direction the music was coming from. There was no one in the room, it was eerily empty, only the sound of his own voice screaming those violent words filtered through the room. He took a cautious step toward the stereo when a scream tore through the air and Marshall was tackled from behind, a strip of duct tape plastered across his eyes.
Marshall screamed as he wrestled with someone he couldn't see, he struggled against the force that held him pinned to the floor. A sudden bout of angered energy burst through him. He threw his attacker to the floor and blindly ran for the sliding glass doors. He was fumbling around, trying to open them when an object came flying by him, connecting with the glass doors and shattering them into a million jagged pieces. He dropped to his knees and wasted no time crawling through the broken glass, cutting his right arm on the way out. He pulled the duct tape away from one eye with cry of pain and ran screaming towards the nearest neighbor's house. He had no recollection of what had just happened, he was in a state of shock. All he knew for sure was that he feared for his life.
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: As much as I'd like to own Marshall, I don't.... just a story
~*~
"Milaina, Darlin' you need to stop all that bending and stretching and work on getting some real muscles" her partner observed, walking through the work out room.
"Marcus, Darlin', you may not understand me, but I have my reasons, I don't want to lift weights thank you very much" she smiled as her feminine muscles stretched in an American split across the balance beam.
"All I'm saying is that you need some more muscle on you if you're going to play with the big boys."
"Look" Milaina stated standing up on the beam, "I'll give you an entire list of why I do not need the muscles you have." She stretched into a back walk over, "one" she said standing up, "if you have not noticed, I am a woman, I am more than thankful God made me a woman, why would I want to look like a man with muscles bulging out everywhere." She slipped down into a Japanese split, "two, I am a small woman, I am shorter than most people who attack me" she stretched forward in her split. "Therefore I am faster than they are, I can take a man your size down before he knows what hit him." She stood up from her place on the balance beam then leaped into a back flip with a perfect landing, "and" she continued "big muscles would slow me down, then I could not fight as well and all the men I fight that are your size would be able to catch me." She slowly walked towards him, "then, darlin' *she mocked him once again* they would kick my ass" she then made a quick sweeping motion to the ground and Marcus came tumbling down, "see my point now?" She laughed walking away before he could answer. Just before she reached the door another man came rushing in, startled, Milaina stepped back and prepared for a fight.
"Whoa, calm down, calm down" a voice she knew called. Milaina let her guard down and pulled Raeph Zeringue, her boss, into a playful headlock "you should know better than to breeze through a room with trained marshal artist in it, next time you might just get your ass kicked" she laughed letting him go.
"I'll remember that next time" he shot her a playful glare.
Marcus rolled his eyes standing up and walking over " What's the deal man, got something new for us?"
"Well" Raeph looked at the both of them, "I have a new job, but it's only for one of you" he stated.
Milaina stepped back and sighed, "fine, fine" she walked off knowing that the job would go to the stronger of the two.
"Laina wait" Raeph called her back "the job is for you" he finished.
Milaina and Marcus both looked at him in disbelief.
She slowly walked back over, "Well what is it, finding a beloved pet?” she asked sarcastically knowing that it must not be much of a job if they were sending her without Marcus.
"Actually....it's a bit more serious than that, your protecting a client that is being stalked by someone who's been trying to kill him. The detective working on the case has this harebrained idea that the creep will get scared and disappear if the police are swarming around the victim and he thinks that if he plays it low key and acts like nothing is going on, it might "lure out" this creep." Raeph explained.
"Ok, so I still don't get it, why are you sending just me and not Marcus?"
"Well, he has to be protected, but whom ever is stalking him is dangerous, and can't know that he is being protected, so being as you are female... and well.......you see a women....it isn't common for a woman to be in your line of work"
Milaina cut him off, "But don't you think this maniac will notice a new strange woman following him closely with a gun in her jacket?" she asked.
"Well, that's why you will be posing as his...... new girlfriend"
"Oh great" Milaina said rolling her eyes, "I get to be the new flavor of the month?" she rolled her eyes, "who is this guy anyway?" She asked out loud as Raeph exited through the door..
"Marshall Mathers" he called back.
"Well that's just wonderful, I have to pretend to be the girl of a stuck up rapper, I'll prolly want to shoot him myself before it's over with"
~*~
Milaina didn't know what to expect, she hated the idea that she had to pretend to be this man's girl when all she'd heard was that he was a misogynistic bad boy who apparently wasn't as tough as his music said he was. "What did I get myself into?" she thought, as she got out of the car "I'll never pull this shit off"
She rounded the corner at the end of the hall and found Raeph in the room to the right, sitting next to him was the man thought to be the devil himself. She looked him up and down, he looked different in person, but he still had that wild look in his eyes. But she could see that he was scared, no matter how tough a man pretended to be, she always knew the look of a scared man, and this one was terrified.
"Marshall" Raeph said standing up, I'd like you to meet one of the best on my team, this is Milaina Baitte she's going to be the one guarding you."
Marshall stood up and looked Milaina up and down. There's an old saying that says appearances are often misleading, that quote is the very definition of Milaina. She's a lean female with just a hint of muscle. She stands 5'4; she has a shock of wavy brown hair and a face that's often described as classically beautiful. Upon first sight, most people would think she belongs in a beauty pageant, but those people have never seen her take down 4 guys with her bare hands, and they'd never guess that she's a straight shot with a glock.
"Fuck no!" Marshall yelled finally breaking the silent stare he'd been giving her, "A crazy mother fucker is comin' after me and you send me fuckin' Malibu Beach Barbie for protection!" he stepped back and threw his hands in the air, "uh uh, fuck no...ain't happening!!"
"Marshall she's one of my best, and it's the only thing I can come up with that won't look too suspicious" Raeph reasoned.
"What the fuck is she supposed to do, my daughter could prolly take this girl out she's-"
Malaina cut him off, she'd had enough, "Look asshole!" she said pointing a finger at him and pushing him back, "First of all, I'm not a fucking babysitter, I'm a bounty hunter, consider this a favor because I'm only doing this for Raeph. Second of all I'm stronger and faster than any man you can come up with to do the job, I'm good with a gun, I'm good at what I do and I can kill a man with my bare hands in under 5 seconds!" she continued pushing him back until he met up with the wall, "the way I see it, is it's your ass on the line here and you don't seem to have much choice in the damn matter, but hell if you want a big tough man being your body guard be my guest but it sure as hell is going to be funny when you have a big muscle man named Bubba parading around and pretending to be your girlfriend so no one thinks he's your damn body guard!" satisfied with her answers she stepped back and the room fell silent...
Until Paul broke the silence "Damn, that's good enough for me."
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I own Marshall Mathers, no really I do! And if you believe that's really true, then maybe you shouldn't read the story cause you might think thats true to! lol Just fiction!
"Look" Marshall spoke up, his voice taking on a soft, soothing tone. He was going to try and come at this situation from a different angle, "you don't realize what this guys is capable of." he was going to try reasoning instead.
"You don't know what I'm capable of, I can handle him" she assured him, "now are we doing this or not?"
"Fuck, it's not like I have any other choice" Marshall answered on a heavy sigh.
Paul nodded "It's settled then, now lets discuss some basic rules here, first and foremost is the media, they are going to be all over this and no matter what you feel about each other your answers are always going to be the same, you and Marshall are very happy, you're very much in love, you love him with all your heart, blah, blah, blah, got it?."
Melaina's only response to that load of bullshit was to roll her eyes dramtically.
Paul shook his head before he continued "You two have to act the part of lovers whether you like it or not!! I don't care if you want to poke each others eyeballs out, it doesn't matter, it is imperative that you convince everyone that you two are blissfully in love, the only people who know the truth are the poeple in this room, got it? No one and I mean NO ONE else is to know!!!" he turned toward Marshall, eyeing him, "not Proof, not Bizzy, not even your fucking aunt, No One, you got me"
"Yeah you fat fuck, I gotcha, I knew I never should've re-hired your ass." Marshall smirked sinking back into the sofa, trying to act like his normal calm, cool and collected self, "Hell, who knows this bitch could be fun." he added looking Melaina up and down again.
"Get this straight ASSHOLE" She replied smiling sweetly, "you call me a bitch again, I'll cut your dick off and shove it down your throat. You Got Me?" she mimicked Paul's last remark.
"Whoa none of that, you guys are in love damn-it please try and remember that!" Paul stepped between them.
"Let the show begin." Marshall laughed, getting up to walk to the door, "and, action" he said sarcastically as he stepped out.
"Raeph you owe me and you owe me big" she said stalking her way toward the door.
"Just remember that you're the one trying to keep him from getting killed not the one trying to kill him!" he laughed.
She snorted, "Don't count on it" before storming out of the room in search of her charge.
"Rule number one" she spat catching up to him, "If you want to live you damn well better stay in my sight - you do not go anywhere without me, understand?"
He cracked a smile "Yes mother"
When they reached the backstage green room he stopped walking and turn to face her, "Does that mean you gonna hold my hand every time I gotta take a shit?" he grinned
"If this is a joke to you smartass I can-"
"Yo, you gotta see this" Proof barged into the room interrupting her, he was followed by Swift who plopped down and switched on the T.V.
"Today police released some rather odd details pertaining to the murder of Gigi Lovette. It seems that in the weeks prior to her actual murder Miss Lovette was repeatedly harassed by a seemingly overzealous fan, who may have taken things a few steps too far. Officials will only say that she was found in a scene that's too gruesome to describe. Police have also confirmed that her murderer left behind a rather bizarre token, a journal filled with a selection of Miss Lovette's most provocative lyrics. Police are now asking that anyone who may have information pertaining to the murder please contact them using the information at the bottom of the screen." Swift flipped off the TV.
"Shit!" Melaina cursed before she could stop herself.
"Yo Marshall, who's the groupie?" Proof grinned looking her up and down.
"Dawg that's not a groupie, that's my new bitch, Melaina, she's goin' on tour with us." he shot back, smiling inwardly because he knew without a doubt that his comment had steam coming out her ears.
Swift laughed, "You fall in love too easy."
"Eh yo!" Proof raised his voice so that the entire room could hear him "I'm takin' bets on how long Marshall's new bitch'll last Kon Artist and Bizarre, who were sitting on a near by sofa got up and starting pulling money out of their wallets.. "I give her a week" Kon Artist grinned handing over a fistful of cash.
Melaina smiled as they began walking away "Actually, I'm just using him to launch my musical career.." she called out.
She turned to Marshall, "We need to talk" she grabbed his arm and started dragging him out of the room.
"Damn-it bitch let go of me" Marshall growled pulling his arm back.
"What's your fucking problem" she turned back then suddenly softened when she saw that his long white sleeve was quickly turning crimson. She looked up and saw everyone had their eyes on them.
He was still glaring at her.
"Come on baby" she smiled slipping her arm around him and pulling him into a nearby bathroom.
"What the hell happened to you?" she questioned rolling up his sleeve and grabbing a towel to clean the blood from his stitched up arm.
"That asshole attacked me" he replied keeping his eyes on her. He was actually enjoying the softness of her touch as she cleaned up his wound; maybe she wasn't such a bitch after all, "I cut it when I crawled through the broken glass to get away, I told you, you don't know what he's fucking capable of."
"And I told you, I can handle him." she smiled rolling his sleeve back down, "Okay, I need you to drop this bad boy bull shit for just a minute and tell me, are you going to trust me, completely trust me and do what I say? If you'll just trust me I promise I can keep you alive."
Marshall leaned back against the wall and scrubbed his hands across his face, "Are you as good as you say, or is it just a fucking front?"
"I'm better than I say"
"Aight then, fuck, lets do it."
"So it's agreed?"
"Agreed"
"Okay then, first things first, your coming with me, I have to pack."
~*~
He rewound this morning's news broadcast, he'd taped it and was currently watching it again for the sixth time.
There will be more concerning the murder of Miss Lovette as new details are made available....
Next in an unrelated story officials are becoming increasingly concerned with the recent rise in teen suicide, they will be meeting later this week to form a plan to lower the numbers.
Join us for tomorrows news broadcast when we'll showing all the new interviews and insider news on next week's MTV's Movie awards!
This is Lyndon Savorie signing off, have a great night!
He stopped the tape and started thumbing through a set of pictures.
"You'll pay you bastard, you'll all pay." he grinned
~*~
The rest of the day had been completely uneventful...
Marshall and Melaina sat stoically during the long drive from her house to his. He turned the car into the driveway and she couldn't believe her eyes.
The man lived in a damn palace.
Marshall parked the car and went around to help her out but she was already standing there staring up at the massive structure in front of her.
"You ready?" he asked studying her.
She answered his question by moving forward briskly. He trotted after her and they walked up the beautiful front steps together.
"You think your house is big enough?" she asked sarcastically.
"You know what they say" he said with a smirk plastered across his face, "the bigger, the better!"
"Hmmm, you wouldn't be trying to compensate for your lack in other areas, now would you?" she laughed, looking him up and down, her gaze landing squarely between his legs.
"Fuck NO"
"Mmmmm Hmmmm, sure you're not!"
"Do you see what you've done here?" he laughed, "Now, I'm just gonna have to prove it to you!"
He winked at her as he walked up to the security panel and lifted his hand to punch in the disarming code.
"Wait" she said, the tone in her voice stopping him, "allow me" she dropped the black duffel bag she'd been carrying and pulled out what appeared to be a rolled up piece of black cloth but once she unrolled it he noticed that it had several pockets that cotained various tools of different shapes and sizes.
She stood up and pulled off the cover of his security panel and disconnected two wires, reconnecting them to an electronic device that she held in the palm of her hand. She began to type furiously, punching in a sequence of numbers. Within seconds he heard the sound of his security system disarming and shutting down.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he asked as she replaced the handheld device and started reassembling the panel.
She only grinned at him as she bent down to pull another tool from the pouch on the ground and crouched in front of the door to began working on the locks.
"Did you install this security system" she asked, glancing over at him, "or did it come with the house?"
"It came with the house, why?"
She stood up and pushed open the door..
"Because you're security system is SHIT" she laughed picking up her bag and walking into the house... "no wonder he got in so easy"
Chapter 4
Marshall followed her into the house, watching her in some crazy state of awe as she started going from room to room securing the house.
"How the fuck did you do that?"
She gave him an amused look "What can I say, I've got skills."
He numbly followed her down the hall and into Haile's room.
"Aww how cute, I just love the Princess bedding, but I had you pegged for more of a Power Ranger man myself." She teased
"Ha fucking ha," he snorted, " this is my daughters room, my Aunt took her to Disney World for the week."
His eyes followed her across the room as she opened Hai's closet and walked in.
"I'm startin to get sick of asking this fucking question, but what the fuck are you doing?"
"I'm securing the house" she replied walking out of Hai's room and heading down the hall, "you know making sure that there are no monsters with fangs hidden in the closet or under the bed." She grinned, "Oh and you might wanna re-set that pathetic alarm of yours, it's a shitty set-up but at least it's something."
"Now that's fucking re-assuring"
"Marshall baby you're forgetting something very important here" she said wrapping her arms around his neck, "you have me now" she pulled him closer to her as though it were a normal occurrence, "and I won't let the bad man get you" she giggled patting the side of his face before letting him go.
She gave him a sly wink before walking directly across the hallway into the master bedroom.
"Was she just flirting with me?" he wondered with a quirk of the brow, "nah, no way" he decided padding after her and following her into his bedroom.
"Now this is you" she commented taking in the enormous room, "definitely you!"
"Do you know how much hell I'd catch if my crew knew about this?" he grimaced walking into his closet to pull out comfortable clothes
"About what?" she questioned removing her jacket, revealing the gun it'd been concealing.
"Are you shitin' me? If they knew you were my body guard, fuck I'd never hear the end of it." he glanced up and his breath caught in his throat when he saw her.
She was standing in the middle of the room studying some damn thing or another, in jeans and a black tank top, there was a glock hanging from her waist. He could see the slight muscles in her arms, and for the first time since he'd met her, she actually looked dangerous. And he hated to admit it, but damn it, he'd fuck her in a heartbeat, if she'd let him.
"What is it with men?" she asked pulling him out of his less than noble thoughts, "They get scared every time I mention being a bounty hunter then suddenly quite calling me. If you guys would just admit that not all women are weak, and yes, some of us are actually stronger than you, the world would be a much better place."
"Damn, sounds like you have some pent up anger there Miss Baite" he said imitating a psychiatrist.
"Fuck you"
"Your call" he grinned
"Ok smartass, you mind if I take the room next to this one?"
"Or you could just stay in here and let me fulfill your every fantasy" he challenged.
She pranced across the room, agile as a tiger and stopped in front of him, her eyes dropping to the slight bulge between his legs, "Oh honey, it'd take a lot more than what you're packing to even touch the surface much less fulfill my fantasy's" she laughed turning away from him and heading towards the door, "but thanks for the laugh, I really needed that.." she called out over her shoulder before closing the door on his frowning face.
"You're just scared, you'll enjoy yourself too fuckin much!" he yelled at her through the door in a weak attempt at a parting shot but all he heard was her faint laughter coming through the wall.
~*~
Marshall took a shower and headed to bed, but he didn't have very much luck falling into that peaceful slumber he sought. There was a hot, sexy, gun toting woman in the room next door and a physco killer trying to take him out, not the best recipe for sleep. He finally managed to drift off to dreamland but fear, pain and nightmares overtook his mind. He ran but couldn't get away; he was trapped inside the walls of his own mind. He screamed at himself 'wake the fuck up Marshall it's only a dream' but he couldn't wake up, instead he was tormented with images of blood and death and vicious words echoing through his head, 'you'll never get away, you'll die too'. There was thunder and lightning, then the gleam of a knife coming down with horrified screams closing in around him. Marshall saw red, it was everywhere, he couldn't get away from it. He bolted up right in bed a scream tearing through his lips and drenched in his own sweat.
He tried to catch his breath, 'get a fucking grip Marshall' it was just a dreamHe stood up to go to the bathroom but felt an unfamiliar weight on his leg.
He looked down and saw what appeared to be an electronic device strapped around his ankle.
"Damn-it Melaina" he cursed and stormed out of the room to find her. She wasn't in her room so he walked down stairs and found a team of men coming in and out of his house with various equipment.
"What the fuck is this?" he started going from room to room looking for her 'wait till I find her ass' he grumbled pushing open the door to the gym finally finding what he was looking for.
"Good morning sunshine" she smiled brightly before returning to the beating she was brutally giving the innocent punching bag.
"What the fuck is this?" he asked pulling up his pants leg to reveal the device shackled to his ankle "and who the fuck are they" he pointed to the men moving around in the other room.
"Well" she said jabbing the bag with force, "that would be a tracking device." she gave the bag a roundhouse kick before continuing, "You see, apparently your ass is pretty valuable, so that little thing right there is to ensure that I don't lose that valuable ass of yours." she finished with a right hook to the bag.
"Fuck this shit" he grumbled, "I'll just take the fucking thing off"
"Do it and I'll have the extreme pleasure of shooting you myself" she smiled performing a spinning sidekick that knocked the bag clean into the wall, "Plus, you don't even have half a chance of getting it off, and if you did I'd know it, and like I said I'd shoot you myself." she stopped working the bag and turned toward him.
"But the weight of this fucker will throw off all my sexy dance moves" he whined sarcastically.
"Ah, there's the smartass that I met yesterday" she laughed before continuing, "oh, I almost forgot those men wandering around here are installing your new security system, if you're going to own a fucking palace you gotta lock it up properly. This place will locked down tigher than Fort Knox when they're finished and NO ONE will get in here unless you want them to."
"Fucking fantastic, not only are we secluded TOGETHER" he bitched, "but now we get to live in a damn prison to"
"Is that all your good at? Whining?" she teased
"Nah I can rap and I'm a pretty good fuck to, if you care to test that theory, I'd be willing to oblige" he winked at her
She rolled her eyes and motioned for him to follow her.
They walked up to the front door and Melaina introduced him to the two men who were currently drilling six 1 1/2" holes beneath the two front doors.
"This is Scout and B, they're installing ground bolts that go three feet into the ground."
"Is that really necessary?"
"Do you want to stay alive?"
"Question answered... do you think I'll be safe walking to the damn mail box, or do I need a bullet proof vest to do that?" he snorted
"Nah, I'll cover you." she jokingly pulled out her gun
"Great, I'm going in" he grinned jogging out to the mailbox and quickly returning.
"Ah, now will you look at that" she joked with the two men standing there, "he did that all by himself and managed to stay alive" the two men merely smiled in response.
"You think your so damn funny, don't you?" he glared at her, idly sorting through his mail. A large brown envelope caught his attention and he pulled it out, opening it.
"I am funny, you just..."
"Holy shit" he interrupted her dropping the envelope and it's contents as he bolted outside. He dropped to his knees immediately losing whatever he'd had in his stomach all over the manicured lawn.
"What's your fucking problem" she walked over to examine the contents of the discarded envelope.
"Jesus Christ..." she grimaced
Chapter 5
You guys know the whole disclaimer drill, this chapter does get a tiny bit gruesome though....
"B, please go to the gym and get my black bag" she asked one of the burly men standing behind her, he nodded in response and scurried off to do as she asked.
"You gonna make it?" she questioned Marshall as he stumbled back into the door, his face white as a sheet, his breath still heaving from the vicious emptying of his stomach.
He merely nodded.
B returned with her bag and she pulled out a pair of gloves.
She knew the envelope wouldn't carry any fingerprints, but why take any chances?
She bent over and picked up the envelopes contents, a stack of 5x5 photos.
She thumbed through them, they were all of Gigi Lovette posed in various, rather crude positions. There were puddles and spatters of blood everywhere, the poor girl was naked from head to toe and draped over a chair with her head hanging limply against the back of it. Her Neck was cut open and her hair was drenched in red and matted in places where the blood had thickened it. The word slut was cruely carved into her forehead and a gaping hole bloomed on her stomach, exposing what should be hidden inside. God, there was so much blood, pools of it oozed from the various wounds covering her body.
She'd obviously been tortured, Melaina cringed and the part of her heart that was purely feminine was aching for the woman who'd had to endure this, Gigi's death wasn't a quick one, it was obvious from the pictures that it'd been slow and painful and that sick bastard had enjoyed every minute of it.
At the bottom of the photos was a slip of paper
NOW BLEED! BITCH BLEED!
BLEED! BITCH BLEED! BLEED!
"Jesus fucking Christ" she repeated.
"That's sick as fuck." Marshall leaned back against the wall and slid down into a sitting position.
"Yeah, well do you recognize these words?" she asked showing him the paper with the vicious words written across it.
"Fuck" his heart sped up and his head began to spin so he leaned it back against the wall trying to regain his bearings.
She pulled out her phone and dialed Raeph
"No you can't shoot him" Raeph jokingly answered the phone when he saw her number come up.
She ignored his comments "We have a problem, I suspected that the sick fuck after Marshall had something to do with Lovette's murder but now I'm positive, he sent Marshall a set of pictures from her final photo shoot." she sighed
"Son of a bitch" Raeph breathed, "you didn't touch them did you?"
"What the fuck do you think I am, an amateur? I used gloves, but Marshall's prints are now on them" she bit out, "And if your hoping for the killers prints, you won't find them, he's not fucking stupid Raeph, from what I can gather he's good with electronic devices and knows how to get close to people!! People he shouldn't be able to get close too. Too sum it up for you, he's fucking dangerous."
"Put them in a bag and send them with one of the guys, I'll make sure the detective gets them."
"Done"
"Melaina, be careful, no telling what he'll do next."
With that parting remark, he hung up the phone.
Melaina sent Scout and B with the pictures and went to sit down by Marshall who wasn't looking any better, he was green around the gills and his breathing was still labored.
"You okay?" she asked, draping an arm around him.
"You think he killed her because of my lyrics? You think that's what fucking inspired him?"
"I think that's what he wants you to believe, he's playing mind games with you" she idly traced the lines of his hand that was resting on his knee, "I don't know why he's doing this, but he thinks it justified."
"Fuck Melaina" he raised his voice, getting to his feet and began pacing in front of her, "You saw that shit, you saw what he did to her, that was my words Melaina, my fucking words he put into action!"
"Marshall that's what he wants you to think" she stood up and wrapped her arms around him, "I know this is hard for you, I can't imagine what's going through your head right now, but you have to listen to me. Don't let him get to you, he's trying to weaken you, don't let him."
Marshall took a deep breath and leaned his head down against her shoulder, like a child seeking comfort. She ran her hands through his hair and softly kissed the side of his head.
"Ahem" they both looked up at the sound of someone clearing their throat.
"Laina everything is installed. Since you know the ropes with all this shit me and my boys are gonna pack up and get out of your way"
"I owe you for this" she smiled letting go of Marshall and walking over to Mike, a man she'd work with for years, he was like a father to her and she owed alot of her training to him, "Thanks" she saw the men out the door then turned back to Marshall.
"Come on, let me show you how all of this shit works." she smiled.... to be continued
Author: Dlilangel16@yahoo.com
These stories are for entertainment purposes only. They are completely fictitious, and the authors mean no harm to EMINEM, his family, friends, or anyone else that may have been depicted as a 'real life' character. No money was made on the fiction here, either directly or indirectly, i.e. paid advertising. In other words - it's just a bunch of shit we wrote for fun. Please don't take it seriously.