Who: Drake What: Leaving a gift at the firehouse. Where: Leaving the firehouse. When: Late at night Rating: R Status: closed
He'd waited long enough to make his move on the hunter. Turned out, wasn't so hard finding her on his own. He had to deal with this matter before he could start on his real plans. But until this thorn in his side was dealt with he couldn't move on.
Drake had taken his time, staked out the abandoned firehouse they were staying in. For hours he watched, waiting for them to leave. Once they did and the place was empty he set out to begin. Obviously with the way they were dressed they were going hunting. Which meant he had time. He set out to find his prey. It didn't take long.
A young blond woman, it took him back to the night he invaded their first hideout. The blond was easy enough. He pulled her out of sight and killed her. Now for the tricky part. There weren't people around at the moment so it wasn't that hard to carry the body, which it just looked as if she were passed out drunk possibly. Reaching the firehouse he was able to get inside. How stupid, no alarm system yet, that would of made this more of a challenge.
Once inside he worked quickly, going to the basement, it was as close to the original room this gruesome scene had happened at. It didn't take him long to string the woman up as he had her friend Sommerfield. The condition the body was in made it hard to see the subtle differences between the two victims. But the message would be clear. On a small piece of paper he left a note pinned to the girl.
See you soon Whistler. A simple note that was right to the point. With a wicked grin he left.