I want to share a little multi-part story series that I just finished writing. For those of you familiar with the TV show "The Following" (which was on from 2013-2015), my series will really piggyback off that show, picking up where the cancelled TV series left off. If you're unfamiliar, no worries, I'll try to ensure all the backstory is there and it stands alone
If you know the show, you know that it is very dark, following an FBI agent hunting down a serial killer. My series continuation will be similarly dark; with the encounters being lethal in nature.
Please continue reading only if you're comfortable with that. Anyways, I'm looking forward to getting started so here is the character breakdown and a little backstory before the story.
It had been 3 years since world-renowned serial killer, Joe Carroll, was caught by police and subsequently executed. Carroll grew his fame by garnering a devout following comparable to that of Charles Manson; Followers who hung on his every word and were more than willing to kill for him. Carroll was a brilliant literature teacher, inspiring and manipulating the minds of particularly vulnerable students into joining his cult. His wife, Claire Carroll, had never been on the FBI's radar as a suspect, even going so far as to "help" the police during the manhunt. With her husband gone, Claire finally emerged from the shadows to continue and cement her husband's legacy. There were very few Followers who'd evaded FBI capture, but Claire managed to contact two of Joe's former students to do her bidding - killing one of the women who put her husband behind bars - Emily Weston.
Claire Carroll
Natalie Zea plays the role of Claire Carroll - wife of serial killer Joe Carroll. Claire is determined to expand the gruesome legacy of her husband by adding FBI Agent Emily Weston to their combined kill count. Rather than getting her fingers dirty if she can help it, she attempts to use two of Joe's former Followers to do her dirty work.
FBI Agent Emily Weston
Stana Katic plays the role of FBI Agent Emily Weston, one of the agents responsible for putting Joe Carroll behind bars and ultimately his execution. While signs of Carroll's Followers start to re-emerge 3 years after his death, she has no idea that Claire Carroll is carefully coordinating their every move in order to get to her.
Mia - Carroll Follower
Charlotte McKinney plays the role of Joe & Claire Carroll's most trusted Follower, Mia. She had been alongside Joe for the majority of his kills, even taking a handful of lives herself before finding she had a taste for it. Helplessly loyal to Joe, she wants to see Emily Weston dead at any cost, even if it costs her own life.
Natalie - Carroll Follower
Keira Knightley plays the role of Natalie, one of the last remaining pawns of the Carroll clan. Not as highly valued by Claire Carroll as fellow Follower Mia, Natalie gets the first shot at Emily Weston. Claire had three final bodies to throw at the crafty Agent Weston; Natalie, Mia, and finally if all else failed, her own. Unbeknownst to Agent Weston, Claire has used her guile and fading resources to lure Emily into a trap where Natalie would be waiting.
Part IIt had been nearly two years since anyone at the FBI had received a lead in tracking down the two remaining known Followers of serial killer Joe Carroll, but on the three-year anniversary of his execution, Agent Emily Weston
(Stana Katic) finally caught a break. A seemingly indiscriminate 26-second phone call was placed by a burner phone associated with Natalie
(Keira Knightley), one of Carroll's former Followers and public enemy number two behind fellow Follower, Mia
(Charlotte McKinney). Little did Agent Weston know, but this was a carefully crafted call orchestrated by the new hand pulling the Followers' strings; Claire Carroll
(Natalie Zea). Claire had brilliantly played the part of the victim during the nationwide manhunt for her husband and his Followers, even aiding the FBI in order to garner their trust. No one thought for a second that she was still very much devoted to him in his final days. Not only was she aware of his compulsion to kill, but deep down she shared it. Now it was finally time to make Agent Weston pay dearly for putting her husband away; cementing the demented legacy her family name had come to represent.
The gravel crinkled under her tires as Emily carefully rolled up on a seemingly abandoned warehouse in rural New Jersey, just a short drive from her home in New York. The FBI had traced the phone call made from Natalie's burner to the basement of an old manufacturing plant, though with the high volume of fake tips and misdirections they'd received while hunting Joe, you couldn't blame Emily for doubting its validity and going alone. The FBI had underestimated the brilliance of Carroll and his Followers at every turn in the past; there was no way Natalie would be careless enough to make this mistake three years after Carroll's cult disbanded after being in the wind for so long. It had to be a hoax.
With backup a half-hour out and the boarded-up warehouse appearing eerily still, Emily drew her weapon and squeezed through the chain-link fencing surrounding the two-story building. Off duty when she was made aware of the hit on Natalie's burner; Emily was dressed in a skin tight v-neck and black yoga pants that hugged her delicate curves, anxiously digging for a flashlight to cut through the windowless, pitch black darkness. She cautiously descended a staircase to reach the lowest floor of the abandoned building, her heart beginning to thump out of her chest as a faint scuffling echoed from the depths of the basement below. As she hit the landing she blindly stumbled into a pull-string light hanging from the ceiling, tugging the ancient cord and snapping on a single bulb in the center of the basement, dimly illuminating the "empty" room before her. Suddenly there was a rush of air as Natalie burst forth from the darkness, nearly blowing her cover early as she let out a gruff; "
GGGUUUHHHHH" as she viciously cracked a wooden 2x4 over Emily's upper back.
"
FFFUUUUUGGGHHHKKKK" Emily hoarsely mewled as she was slung face-down against the filthy concrete floor, her gun skidding across the room before clanking off the far wall, disappearing into the void of darkness. Splinters of wood showered over Weston's hunched shoulders as a burst of lightning jolted through her entire upper body. Emily immediately twisted to her backside as Natalie hoisted the broken shard of wood over her head, aiming to impale Emily through her slender midsection with the jagged shank but striking dusty concrete instead as she rolled out of the way with a labored grunt.
"
Looks like someone lost a step"; Natalie snickered as Emily stumbled back to her feet opposite her, despondently scouring the floor with both palms for her weapon but finding nothing but dust.
"
You really think I'd be stupid enough to lure you out here unintentionally? I thought you knew me better than that, Em". Natalie's thin, toned frame was finally revealed as she stepped into the light; clad in a pair of black leather pants, matching boots, and a sheer white cut-off tank top as she tossed her identity-concealing hoodie to the floor between them. Despite her diminutive stature, the skin-tight, virtually-painted leggings hugged her delectable curves, her plump behind jiggling with each step toward the downed agent.
"
No more hiding".
With a furious eruption Natalie recklessly lunged toward a retreating Emily, whipping the serrated edge of the 2x4 toward Emily's bowing belly; just able to slide out of the way before her abdomen was drawn open by the primitive wooden shank. The belly of Emily's worn top snagged one of the jagged edges of Natalie's shank, ripping just above her navel and revealing her toned, flexing abdomen. As Natalie recoiled from the miss, Agent Weston crow-hopped forward and slung her elbow into Natalie's hanging jaw, the bony joint viciously snapping her head to the left and sending her tumbling into a workbench near the corner of the room. Bent over the bench at the waist and growing increasingly incensed, Natalie discarded her bulky wooden shank and instead equipped herself with a forearm-sized crowbar, wheeling just in time to see Emily nabbing a screwdriver off the floor.
Both girls were already panting as they stood opposite one another; Natalie's golden brown nipples hardening through her sheer tank top as the emotion heightened. "
I know you're not smart enough to do this on your own; who's pulling the strings? Why come out of hiding now!?" Emily venomously questioned, the second half of her barb nearly cut off by a sudden charge from Natalie attempting to club Emily in the side of the head with the deadly steel crowbar. Emily reflexively reached up and caught Natalie's wrist with both hands, stopping the strike of her weaker foe but dropping her screwdriver at their feet before being awkwardly driven back-first into the concrete wall behind her. The backpedaling brunette struggled and squealed as her feet clumsily churned, her perky chest heaving as she frenziedly gulped mouthfuls of oxygen. Emily grit her teeth as she struggled to overpower a possessed Natalie, the two locking in a mortal struggle before Natalie carelessly whipped her forehead into Emily's mouth. A crimson mist sloshed from Weston's pursed lips as her head slung backwards with whiplash, letting out a throaty "
FFFFFCCCKGGGGUUUHHHH" as she sagged against the near wall. As Emily hoarsely wailed and recoiled, Natalie mercilessly ripped up a sulking Weston by the shirt and slung her across the room. Emily's slender belly pumped as though she'd been engaged in this brutal war for hours as Natalie's sloppy, clumped grip on her top scrunched the material up past her bra. Emily limply flopped to her stomach in the center of the room, her limbs gracelessly fumbling for traction as Natalie stalked her downed foe. Before Weston could react, Natalie crudely slung the steel pipe into the arched small of her back, letting out an agonized groan as she was flattened to the concrete, hoarsely mewling as Natalie towered over her, paralyzed by bone-rattling strike. A mouthful of blood poured from between Emily's lips as she pressed to all fours, her limbs staggering to hold her weight as her head swirled, stealthily scooping up the screwdriver she'd previously fumbled and pinning it to her hip as Natalie circled to her front.
"
Claire thought I couldn't handle you by myself; looks like that bitch was wrong...." Natalie arrogantly barked, unknowingly revealing exactly who was behind her actions. What would it matter? Emily was as good as dead. Posturing as if she was resigned to her fate, Emily throatily whimpered as Natalie pulled her to her knees with a firm tug on her silky auburn locks. A deep rip down the center of Emily's tattered v-neck revealed her pert bosom as she rapidly began to pant in frenzied desperation, her frilly black bra peeking out from between the two shred halves of crimson-stained fabric. One of Emily's smooth, caramel nipples spilled out the top of her slightly displaced bra, the left shoulder strap having been buckled in the exchange and caused the cups to fail. With a smug grin, Natalie drew the steel pipe back behind her and attempted to rotate through a decapitating baseball swing, only Emily didn't stay put. As Natalie's reckless swing whooshed past, Emily artfully dipped underneath the crowbar and thrust the screwdriver into Natalie's rib cage.
"
GGGGRRRLLLLLLLLLLLL" Natalie gurgled in horror, choking up a mouthful of blood across her sternum as Emily plunged the blade into soft flesh, grating across bone as it sunk up to the hilt. Natalie's eyes bulged wide as she drunkenly drifted and stumbled into the far wall, fumbling the crowbar to the ground as her limbs began to quake uncontrollably. With a victorious yelp, Emily twisted the shank deeper into Natalie's sulking frame, finally ripping the blade from her crimson-stained tummy and allowing her to shrink to her haunches.
"
Don't worry, the others will be joining you shortly. I'll make sure of it" Emily hissed through labored panting, drawing her forearm across her lips and wiping a streak of blood from her chin.
Emily rose and scooped Natalie up underneath the armpit as she began to sag against the concrete wall, a puddle of blood beginning to pool at her feet as Emily tenderly held her upright, her abdomen convulsing as she began to strenuously pant and struggle to draw oxygen. Emily delicately traced Natalie's erect nipple through her sheer top, pausing momentarily before savagely sinking the screwdriver into Natalie's sternum a second time, piercing her diminutive left breast. Natalie's mouth dropped agape as the shank impaled her quaking bosom, the supple flesh mushrooming against the hilt of the blade, awkwardly twitching before sulking to the ground at Emily's feet, eyes vacantly staring into the distance as she fell deathly still.
The air was thick and weighted as time seemed to stand still for Emily, only to be snapped out of her paralyzing trance by the piercing sound of a cell phone ringing from Natalie's jacket, a familiar voice on the other end of the line.
"
Expecting someone else, Mia?"
Part IIEmily awoke with an asthmatic gasp for oxygen; sputtering and wheezing for breath as her sinister surroundings immediately shocked her to her core. She was frozen not only by fear, but by a biting pair of rope restraints stapling her hands behind her back, rendering her motionless no matter how furiously she squirmed. The decorated FBI agent immediately began racking her brain, fuzzily recalling the last few moments of consciousness as her hand-picked team of agents busted down a cabin door in the middle of the woods, raiding what they thought was Claire Carroll's last remaining hideout. Instead of jumping the elusive serial killer and her last known associate, Mia, they stumbled right into a carefully crafted trap. One step slow, again. The team of agents violently burst through the door at Emily's cursory command, only to trip an incapacitating agent that quickly filled the single room cabin through the air ducts. Emily caught the scent as she was first through the door, furiously shouting for her team to back out, but it was too late. All eight agents hit the ground in unison as the woods went deathly silent; outsmarted again.
Agent Weston's chest began to rapidly rise and fall as her hazel eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, exasperated as her cleavage dripped with perspiration in the humid, breathless lair. The room felt like an underground cave or basement; the walls a hardened, unfinished clay, her toes scuffling through dirt or sand as though she was walking along the beach. This felt familiar. She'd been here before, and without even the slightest sound or hint of movement, Emily knew Claire was close, watching her. She couldn't quite see it as she continued to flutter her still-heavy eyelids, but she could sense it; she had been stripped stark nude. Helplessly strung up to a steel chair in the center of the pit, she wriggled the curve of her spine against the backing to test its give, using every bit of her training and guile to squirm her way out before her negligent captors returned. Knowing they couldn't be gone much longer, she began sawing her restraints against the leg of the chair, careful to remain quiet lest she give herself away to someone listening. Just minutes after she came to, a blinding pair of floodlights kicked on from the corner of the room and a busty silhouette emerged with a pompous cackle; Mia. The sultry blonde finally stepped into the light and approached a paralyzed Weston; sensually tracing the back of her hand over the bare, supple curves of Emily's rapidly inflating bosom. Mia arrogantly towered over the hunched brunette, her overflowing breasts spilling out of a lavish black bra, the rest of her curves stuffed into the skinniest of skinny jeans.
"
Sorry, I don't mean to boast, but I didn't want to get my top messy. You know, I only took your clothes to make sure you didn't have any tricks up your sleeves, but I'm liking the view..." Mia gruffly whispered, cupping one of Emily's teardropping breasts in her palm and gently tracing her stiffening, caramel nipples with her fingers. Mia's opposite hand brushed across Emily's flexing abdomen, painting her sternum before kissing the insides of her golden brown thighs with a delicate graze. With a frightening, bi-polar explosion of emotion, Mia thrust herself into Emily, her palm cupping Weston's bare mound before aggressively squeezing and pumping her fingers through folds of flesh. Emily gasped in stunned silence, her lithe frame stiffening as she pinched her thighs together in utter shock. Emily bristled as Mia continued to take liberties between her spasming stems, slinging her forehead into the blonde's jaw and knocking her to her ass with a sickening headbutt.
Mia let out an aghast yelp as she skid through sand clutching her bleeding mouth, a crimson stream trickling through her quaking fingers as she bumbled back to her feet, her plump behind coated with dirt and grime.
"
Okay you fucking....UGH! We were gonna have some fun, but now you've gone and ruined it. You fucking stupid cxnt!!" The blonde was incensed, absolutely beside herself as she seemingly couldn't make up her scrambling mind which direction she wanted to sprint; alternating between rushing a handful of steps toward Emily for immediate retribution and returning to her work bench in the corner for a more calculated and stomach-churning form of revenge. Emily furiously twisted and squirmed in her restraints, attempting to hide the fact that she was just a few centimeters from sawing all the way through her rope shackles. Completely consumed by the task at hand, Mia suddenly returned from the darkness and crow-hopped forward, pumping one of her sinewy stems square into Emily's chest with a brutal front kick.
"
HHHGGGGGGUUUUHHHH" Emily breathlessly blubbered as her delicate sternum was impaled by a vicious, muscular piston, her lithe body concaving around Mia's heel before exploding backwards. The brunette helplessly tipped in her chair with no ability to brace herself, hitting the ground with an agonizing thud as her restraints finally split.
"
Cheeky, resourceful little thing, aren't you?!" Mia hissed, standing over a newly freed Weston with a pair of screwdrivers and a circular saw in-hand. Emily's glistening bulbs bulged wide as she wheeled to see the toys Mia had snagged from her tool table, unable to imagine the horrors she would have faced should she have been just a split second slower in freeing herself. The brunette alertly twisted away from the stalking blonde, stumbling to her feet opposite Mia and circling around the dimly lit room with a remarkable patience considering her life was hanging in the balance. Finally the brunette found herself cornered; her bare, bronzed skin glistening under the overhead floodlights as Mia recklessly charged despite being in the furthest, darkest corner of the room. With a deft parry, Emily dipped underneath a wild overhand spear attempt from the deranged blonde and caught the forearm of her attacker; twisting it over her shoulder and snapping Mia's arm at the elbow with a single, concise tug. The blonde was immediately paralyzed as her elbow was dislocated, dropping the circular saw from her opposite hand as well as the second screwdriver. Mia wheeled clutching her useless, dangling arm; mewling inconsolably as she turned her back to the genuflecting Weston. It was the last mistake she would ever make.
Mia tried to stagger back to her feet but fell to both knees, wailing as her flushed cheeks smeared through the sand in agony. Emily exhaustedly pressed to her feet and approached the mewling blonde at her back, Mia's plump cheeks bubbling out of her sagging jeans as she sulked to her haunches. With a quick snap of the clasp of her bra, Emily slipped the busty blonde out of her top and yanked the material around her throat, allowing Mia's milky-white orbs to fleshily teardrop toward the ground. Weston ruthlessly planted her heel between the blonde's shoulder blades and pulled back on the lacy reins, digging the material into her bulging throat and creating a makeshift garrote. Mia began to violently spasm as Emily tugged harder, the veins in Mia's neck straining before crackling and crunching like felled tree limbs as she struggled to draw oxygen. The blonde wildly flailed her good arm in an attempt to reach the determined brunette, swinging the sharpened screwdriver like a madman before finally catching flesh. Emily yelped in shock as the shiv sank into her bare thigh like a knife through butter, digging into her muscled stem up to the hilt as Mia finally fell slack. The blonde continued to sputter and gurgle well past the point her arms lifelessly dropped to her sides, her curvaceous frame leaning back into Weston's boot as the brunette upped the pressure as best she could. Emily was on the verge of tears as she continued to flex her wounded leg, clumsily collapsing to her knees and breathing life back into the hapless blonde just when it seemed she was done. With a panicked squeal Emily draped herself over the twitching blonde's shoulders, catching her drooping chin with one palm and violently swiveling her skull sideways. Mia's head slung one hundred eighty degrees before lifelessly twisting back into place, a sickening series of cracks echoing throughout the damp room as the spasming blonde collapsed with a weighted thud to her stomach. Her enormous bosom mushroomed out the sides of her thin frame as she slid flat, her eyes vacantly glazing over as she finally stopped convulsing. Emily let out a sigh of relief and collapsed atop the blonde's corpse, panting with sheer exhaustion as the room fell deathly silent. After what felt like an eternity, a singular shout broke the quiet.
Part III"
What the fuck is with all the shouting?! I told you to WAIT, you incompetent twat" Claire furiously yelped as she threw open the heavy steel door, only to be frozen in shock by the scene that was laid out before her.
Drawing on reserves that simply weren't there, Emily drunkenly stumbled to her feet before collapsing back to a knee, her fingers quaking as she attempted to dig the shank from her upper thigh with a blood-curdling scream. Claire bumrushed the floundering brunette before she could recover and gain her footing, scooping up the circular saw and screwdriver Mia previously dropped at her feet and running down the stumbling Weston just as she started to pull herself up against the wall. Claire frantically slung the screwdriver toward where Emily's temple had been just a split second prior, missing the ducking brunette by a considerable margin as Emily whipped a pointed elbow into Claire's midsection. Carroll wasn't and had never been the muscle of her operation, but the incompetence of her henchwomen had forced her into a painfully unfamiliar role. The blonde's taut tummy folded over Emily's sharp strike as the bony joint found her navel, a stream of drool sloshing from Claire's lips as she drifted a step and a half backwards to catch her breath.
With a renewed sense of vigor knowing she was once again fighting for her life, Emily charged the wheezing blonde and slung a weighted uppercut into Claire's cheek. Claire's skull whipped backwards as though she'd been in a car crash, nearly losing control of her dual-wielding weapons before catching herself. Emily pressed forward even further, raising her heel to spike the downed Carroll in the jaw with a heavy boot before Claire lashed out with a desperate kick of her own that found the still-fresh wound in Emily's thigh with a fleshy crack. Claire's kick lacked power, but it opportunely managed to drive the shiv that was still sticking out of Emily's thigh deeper into rippling muscle.
"
HHHNNNGGGGGUUUGGHH" Emily exploded with anguish, spilling to her backside clutching her pulsing thigh, still unable to stomach pulling the shank from her leg. Emily staggered into the clay wall at her back and used the support to push upright, the delicate curve of her spine hugging the wall as Claire spun back to her feet two arms-lengths away. Emily's worst fears were realized as the electric "
RRRRNNNNNNGGGGG" of the circular saw starting up rang out, attempting to compose herself as Claire cautiously drew closer. Emily's thighs trembled as they threatened to give out on her completely, cupping her neatly manicured bush with a soft whimper as she clung to a hint of modesty despite the situation. As Claire neared striking distance, Emily made the first move in an attempt to catch the blonde off-guard, whipping an overhand left toward Claire's chin. The blonde was gangly and uncoordinated, but reflexes and a touch of fortune took over as Emily's sluggishness caused the strike to lag, raising her right forearm to block the strike but instead skewering flesh.
"
FFRRRUUUUGGGHHHHKK" the brunette hoarsely mewled, frozen in paralyzing agony as she impaled her own wrist on Claire's raised screwdriver, the blade piercing straight through Emily's forearm and protruding out the opposite side of her thin wrist. Claire took advantage of the fortunate defensive maneuver and drove the tip of the blade into the impressionable clay at Emily's side, stapling Agent Weston's wrist to the wall at shoulder height. Emily meekly tugged at the hilt of the screwdriver as it cut through her wrist, plastered to the wall and refusing to budge a millimeter without tearing through flesh. Tears streaked through smudges of mascara as Emily sagged against the wall, wailing as Claire harshly ripped the second blade from her upper thigh and speared the bloody dagger into her opposite wrist, pinning Emily like a wounded butterfly in an exposing crucifix position. Emily's arms fell slack as blood trailed from both skewers, her knees knocking as she tried in vain to hold herself up. The brunette's once-proud, statuesque frame was now a crumpled shell, blood trickling from her lips as her chin hung low, sweat-soaked clumps of hair plastered to her gorgeous features.
"
I always thought this moment would be special, but you've tainted it. Now beg...." Claire venomously hissed as she leaned in tighter to Emily's bare, quivering frame, her pursed lips brushing against the brunette's craning neck as her own bosom mushroomed against Emily's teardropping pair. Claire's eyes wandered down the brunette's spasming sternum, pausing to tease and trickle her sharpened nails across Emily's erect nipples. Claire suddenly began to inch the rotating circular saw closer and closer to Emily's plump slit, attempting to concave her slim frame into nothingness.
"
No, no, no, NOOOGGGAAAHHHHHHHAA!!!" The brunette throatily squealed as a mist of blood spatter kicked up across Emily's convulsing and spasming tits. Weston violently gurgled up mouthfuls of blood as the blade began to rip through quaking folds of flesh, splitting her cxnt before riding up the length of her sternum and tearing through her midsection up to her clavicles. Emily's eyes vacantly glazed over as her carcass hung completely limp from her pinned wrists, her body nearly torn in two as Claire finally yanked the blade from her chest with a bony crunch. With a sullen snarl, Claire tossed the still-buzzing saw to the ground and etched; "You'll never catch me" into the crimson mask coating Emily's chestplate and left her dangling from the wall.
