Tuesday, 10pm Lon approached Psylocke's door, carrying a mysterious invitation in his hand. He was about to knock when he saw a piece of paper taped to it. Gingerly, he pulled it off to read it. In thin, handwritten letters, it read, "Come in. Lock the door behind you." He smiled as he read the note, shaking his head slightly and wondering what Psy was up to. He figured he might as well play it out and did as the note asked. He opened the door quietly and slipped in. He closed the door behind him and locked it, pausing a moment to allow his eyes to adjust to the dimly candle-lit room. A few feet in front of him lay another note. He stepped forward and picked it up. This time, the note read, "In the bedroom." A small arrow pointing to the left was drawn under the words. His eyes traced the direction of the arrow down the hall, but he wondered what Psylocke had in store for him. She had never been this forward before... Had she come to some conclusion he wasn't aware of? Oh well. He had decided to play this out, and curiosity drove him on. He headed down the hall expecting to find another note. He hadn't been here before and didn't really know which bedroom belonged to her. There were four doors in the hallway, two on the left, one on the right, and one directly at the end. The one at the end was the opened slightly, where a faint light glowed from inside. Figuring the door was hers and still not seeing any note, he pushed it open to look inside. At the end of the room was a queen sized bet with white sheets. There she was, sitting at the far edge, facing away from him. She was wearing a short, violet neglige, and her hair hung loosely past her shoulders. "Psy?" She didn't say anything. Instead, she reached back and pointed to a small black cloth that sat at the edge of the bed nearest him. There was one last note there. Lon sighed quietly, wondering what she was up to but decided to take the game one more step before he called it quits. He moved to the bed, lifted the note off the black cloth, and opened it. The note read, "Over your eyes." "Psy? What's this about?" "Shh." In a low whisper, she said, "No tricks Lon...or no answers." "Are you sure about this?" Unseen to him, she smiled to herself. "Yes," she said, keeping her voice at a whisper. Lon put on the mask resignedly. "Now what?" Slowly she turned, peering through her loose hair to make sure he was playing fair. She crawled across the bed and knelt before him. She reached up and grabbed his shirt, then pulled him down onto the bed. Lon didn't resist as she pulled on him and fell to the bed with a small "Umf." She chuckled lightly, then leaned in and kissed him. "Do you really think you know me, Lon?" she whispered in his ear. Lon turned on his back and stared up at the ceiling...as good a place as any with a blindfold on. He shrugged. "Not as well as I'd like." A wicked grin crossed her face. She sat up, then straddled over Lon. She leaned forward, running her fingers up his chest until she reached his neck, then moved back down his arm. She took his hand, and guided it over her side. "Let me show you how I feel." Something bothered Lon as Psylocke began to caress him. It just didn't feel...right. Everything was different...her kiss, the way she touched him, even the way she felt. He had to slow this down. "Psy wait." She frowned, but paused.. "What?" "I think this is a little abrupt. We should slow down." He reached up to remove the blindfold. She instantly grabbed his hand. "Lon...no!" Her voice was distinctly different that time. Instead of a low raspy whisper, her voice was higher and nasally. Lon frowned that the unusual voice and rather than simply reach up to take off the blindfold he snatched it off his head and rolled away from whoever it was on the bed beside him. He stood up and glared at her. Startled, she fell to the side. She caught herself and stayed kneeling on the bed, a look of anger and horror crossing her face at once. With his first close look, Lon realized that the woman before him looked nothing like Psylocke. She was taller and thinner with a completely different face. "What the blazes is going on here? Who are you?" She smiled at him wickedly, then got off the bed and slowly walked toward him. "I'm Psylocke." Lon could feel the anger in him build. He didn't like being manipulated, and this woman was certainly trying. "Stay where you are. I don't know who you really are but I know Psylocke and you ain't it. Where is she?" "Oh, but I am Psylocke. Psylocke Jago Lammashta. Warrior for the Empire...intragalactic martial arts champion...secret lover to one Lon Solo...." Trying to control his anger he tried a different tact. "Where is your room mate? Her smile widened at the question and she took another step forward. "Do you mean Jennifer? Ha! She doesn't exist anymore...And when the time comes, Psylocke won't exist anymore either." Anger sparked anew with her last comment. "What does that mean?" "Don't you get it? I become whoever I want to become. I used to be Jennifer before, and Nina before that, and Darlena before that. Now...I'm Psylocke. And when the time comes to shed that skin, I'll do it." She stepped even closer to him. "Why not enjoy it, Lon? While there is still time." Lon held his ground. "And the people who you copy...what happens to them?" By now, Jennifer was beaming. "There can be only one. Funny, they seem to come to such unpleasant endings. Nina's balcony collapsed when she stepped out one morning for tea....oh and Darlena was hit by a bus...poor dear. And Jennifer....ah such a pity....she had an allergic reaction to her dinner." She shook her head and let her smile drop. "I couldn't get her to the hospital in time with all that traffic!" "And Psylocke?" She giggled. "That's the beauty of it! She just left one morning last week and never came back. Nice apartment to leave me, don't you think?" "Don't know. Haven't seen much of it yet. It was dark when I got here." He was thinking wildly, yet trying to play it cool and prolong the conversation. "So when you become these people...do you do everything they do as well as they do?" Jennifer sat down on the bed. "I was raised as an actress. I learn by watching them, reading about them, even going through their stuff. To be a good actor, one must become the role! Unfortunately, I didn't have much time with Psy before she left. I'll just have to fake it I guess. You're just an excersise in getting to know her." "I hope I'm push ups. I hate push ups." "So she likes her men with humor, eh?" I was hoping that I would get to see how you would make love to her before I killed you, but I think it's too late for that." She stood. "I'll have to complete the circle now. Pity." "You mean you don't want to? That does suck. I was hoping we'd have a chance too. You're a far better kisser than she is you know? Prettier too." Taken slightly aback, Jennifer smiled and batted her eyes. She stood, stepped forward, and slowly put her arms around his neck. "That is how Jennifer kissed. What I want to know...is how does Psylocke kiss?" "Ok. If that's what you want." Lon approached her slowly and unmenacingly then kissed her gently on the lips. "Psylocke always did like the gentle touch. Now you try." She nodded and closed her eyes. She leaned in to kiss him lightly on the lips. As Lon continued to kiss her, he moved forward a step at a time to make her retreat. Between kisses, he directed her as if telling her how Psylocke would do it until he was a foot from the wall. Lon put his hands to both sides of her face as if getting cuaght up in the moment. Lightning fast, he rammed her head forcefully into the wall behind her. A light squeal escaped from her lips as her head struck the plaster. Her eyes started to roll back as she slid down against the wall. All Lon said as he wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve was "Bitch." He dug around in his pockets, and donned a pair of lightweight, leather gloves. Then, he picked her up and roughly tossed her on the bed face down. He turned the lights on and used an extension cord he found after looking around to tie her hands behind her. He flipped her over his shoulder and took her out the the main room, putting her in a kitchen chair. He used some food wrap he found in a drawer to tie her to the chair. He the took a towel and gagged her with it. When he was done he looked at he a moment in disgust then set bout the task of looking around the apartment for any clue that might tell him what had happened to Psylocke. Lon heard the muffled groans through the gag, then turned to see her looking around furiously, realizing that she had been moved to the kitchen. He turned a chair to face her and straddled it casually. "So you're awake. I've been trying to decide what to do with you." He looked up at the kitchen ceiling where the light fixture hung. "Shame about that light." She looked up, and the color drained from her face. "Ye mwndt!" He couldn't quite make out what she said through the gag so he decided to remove it. First he turned on the View screen and turned it up loud. From the stories Psy had told him, people did it all the time here. He moved back to her and took off the gag. "Sorry what was that?" Jennifer licked her lips. "You wouldn't dare kill me. Psylocke would only get blamed for it. Think about it Lon...I'm dead and she's taken off? So sure you want to set up your girlfriend for murder?" "You know you're right...except for the fact that you happened to leave such a long and drawn out suicide note. It seems all those convenient accidents caught up with you and you couldn't stand the guilt anymore." She tried to chuckle. "The handwriting would never pass." "Handwriting huh? Well lets see...we have all these samples all about he apartment and I've noticed your handwriting seems to be pretty close to the handwriting of your next victim. It's I good thing you wrote another note warning her of your intentions before it was too late for her too." Jennifer suddenly held her breath. Her chin quivered and she gulped. "Lon...please," she said. "I know....I need help." She lowered her head, and willed a tear into her eye. She looked back up again. "Don't do this..." "Save it Snake. You told me yourself you're an actress. I'm not letting you go around shedding anymore skin. Especially not Psylocke's. You threatened to kill me already earlier tonight. You want compassion?" He leaned in close to her face. "HA! I don't have that good a sense of humor." "I didn't kill her." Staying close up to her face he asked her in an icy tone through clenched teeth, "Where is she?" "I told you, she took off one morning and didn't come back." "Not good enough." He left the room and went to the bedroom. He came back with a sheet he began to twist. Jennifer began to struggle with the cord around her wrists, also pushing against the cellophane that pinned her in the chair. "I assure you they are quite tight. After all we couldn't have you loose before you had a chance to taste your own medicine. You've made your own bed to sleep in, I'm just using the sheets a little differently than you intended. She continued to fight against the plastic. "Lon, believe me this time. I don't know where she is. That's what cops are for!" Lon finished stringing the sheet up and began to tie the end around her neck, whistling as he did it. "No!" She shook around, trying to avoid the noose. "Stop! I didn't do it! This isn't like you. I know all about you Lon. Psylocke says your kind and caring. You're special to her, Lon. She won't admit it, but I think the sap is in love with you." "I'm sorry but I don't believe you. By your own admission you've killed at least three women. You know what Jennifer, or whatever your name really is, usually I am. Psylocke never saw me pushed like this though. She has no idea what I can do when I'm pushed." He tightened the noose about her neck and gave it a sharp tug then nodded in satisfaction. "Last chance. Tell me what I want to know." By this point, Jennifer tried to repress a true sob as she felt the cloth slowly constricting. "I don't know where she is....she t-took off last week. P-police already questioned me..." "And...?" "They said...that she didn't show up for work. They called her, but I was out. The next d-day they turned the case over to the authorities....that's what they told me." "What authorities?" "Coruscant Police Department." Lon's brows furrowed. "The police handed over the case to the Police?" "No...the people from her job. She works for the government, but she never told me what area," she paused in thought for a moment, then added, "You mean she's a cop?" "Sorry, you're turn for asking questions is over. As is your time to live. Take your last breath, and while your neck stretches, think of how scared and helpless your victims felt and how you could have avoided this." Jennifer took in a deep breath, then let it out in a blood-curdling scream. Her eyes fell upon him, and stared right into him as she yelled. "Help! Somebody please help me!" Lon swore under his breath and tilted the gag around her mouth once more, stifling her. She had outdone the View screen noise and there was sure to be authorities on the way soon. Much as he wanted to have her swing until she blacked out then untie her, he didn't have the time. He undid the sheet and ran to the bedroom with it. In moments he had gone the medicine cabinet in the bathroom and the booze cabinet he had found earlier. He dumped the contents of two or three bottles of random pills and swirled them in a glass of hard liquor. He removed the gag and grabbed a hand full of hair. Yanking hard he dumped what he could get into her mouth when she gasped in pain. Holding her mouth open and plugging her nose, he made sure she swallowed a good bit of the concoction. Any that spilled on her or on the floor would add to the story. Next, he took the towel and ran to the phone he covered the receiver and called the emergency police number. "Police Emergency." "Officer you have to hurry. I'm at the Terrace twelve apartments at 208 Landon Drive...apartment 3-3. Uh huh..." He heard Jennifer groan in pain behind him. "I heard a commotion and came to find this woman overdosed on drugs and alcohol. She was going on about killing some women and making it look accidental and how she couldn't stand the guilt anymore. I don't know how much time she has! Hurry!" He slammed the phone down and ran to Jennifer. With a couple of vicious blows to the stomach he ensured she wasn't going anywhere till the drugs took total effect and the Police arrived. He untied her wrists as her struggles slowed, the drugs spreading a numbing purr through her limbs. He picked her nearly limp body up from the chair, then kicked it out of the way. With one arm around her waist, he leaned over to the counter and picked up the glass again. He pressed it into her hand, then dropped her. She hit the ground deadweight, and the glass shattered as it bounced out of her hand. "Goodbye...'Psylocke'" he grated contemptuously. "Have fun." He opened the door to the hallway and peered out, then moved slowly out of the room before he could be identified by anyone.
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