Snippet #2370129

Jude was exhausted when he finally managed to get home. He collapsed on the bed with out changing and fell into a deep sleep. He was plagued by nightmares that had him waking in fits and covered in sweat. Finally when he could bear sleep no more he decided a shower was needed. He went about his usual business, washing his hair and his body. His every move felt sluggish and finally he had to sit down. He gazed at the silver cord and moved his fingers over it.

He could feel sadness and he could feel the pain. But most of all he could feel her decision to go to Vegas. He knew that was her plan and he felt things were better off that way. Perhaps with the distance maybe the silver cord would fade away. Jude groaned when the water started turing cold and he stood and walked out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around his waist and then moved through his drawers looking for his razor, instead his eyes fell down onto a pair of scissors. His hand shook as he grabbed them, but he managed to fit his fingers in and open the two blades. He placed them around the cord and then snapped the scissors shut.

Nothing.

It didn't even break. Groaning in frustration he tried again but to no avail. The cord binding them would not be cut. His heart was heavy and he threw down the blade in hanger and it clattered against the tile. Jude could feel burring in his throat and he knew in his heart he would never feel complete again. He could try his damnedest to forget about her, he could only remember the attack but there was no way he could ever forget about those beautiful eyes.

He sighed and forced himself to calm, taking long deep breaths. He heard a knock at the door and frowned wondering who it could be. He slipped on some pants and then went to open the door. He saw two men standing there, they were both very large and looked quite menacing. Jude gulped looking up at them and said "Can I uh... Help you?"
"As a matter of fact." One man said, he had a thing face and terribly long fingers. Jude gazed as the mans every movement seemed with such grace and ease. "We do have something we would like to talk to you about... perhaps inside?" He looked past Jude to the mess of papers scattered everywhere. His nose wrinkled a little. The other man was silent, he wore sunglasses even though there was no real need.

Jude knew something was up, but he felt as if things might go better if he were to invite them inside. So he opened his door and let them in. Once they were both inside Jude closed the door and after sweeping some papers off his couch he invited them to sit down. "So what is it that you need to talk to me about?" He asked as he too sat down.
"Oh, its nothing too important really. I was just wondering your whereabouts yesterday evening?" The man inquired.
Jude swallowed against all the memories and he looked up at the man making his face as blank as possible "I got drunk with some friends and then ended up back here." He explained.
"Alone?"
"Sadly." Jude said back.
"So you wouldn't happen to know anyone by the name Casey Rae Mitchell would you?" The man with the sunglasses finally spoke.
Jude hesitated "...no-" was all he could say when suddenly he found himself shoved up against the wall, those long fingers clenching around his neck tightly. Jude had no idea how the man had moved so fast from sitting to grabbing him and then slamming him roughly against the wall. Jude choked out and tried to punch him but he was choked into submission.

"You are lying to me." The man hissed, Jude could see fangs extending in his mouth and he could feel the terror bubbling up in him. His hands scrambled trying to pry the hand around his neck away. All he could think about was Casey. His mind reached out to her screaming for help.