Post by Mimi on Aug 18, 2006 11:06:34 GMT -5
“No one will love me…no one will love me,” Marlena whispered over and over between gasps of breaths for air. The statement, long ago heard and ever present in her mind had become a mantra of sorts over the years.
Roman looked on stunned, not really comprehending what had happened and what was happening. The empirical evidence suggested that Alex had assaulted Marlena and John had assaulted Alex. The when, how, where and who having been solved, Roman focused on the ever present looming question that seemed to grow bigger every day, the why. Temporarily drawn out of his introspection by Marlena’s chant, Roman needed some time to clear his head and figure out what was going on. “Let me go get something to clean her up with while you finish untying her,” Roman offered.
“Doc,” John said tenderly as he sat down on the side of the bed and untied one of her arms. “I’m here now baby…Everything is okay…You’re safe now Marlena.” John quickly worked to undo her other restraints and at the same time tried to reassure her that everything was going to be fine.
“Marlena, please wake up,” John said in desperation, as he slowly stroked the side of her face. Her eyes were unfocused and voice monotone in nature, her mind caught in a nightmare of its own making.
“Mar, please wake up… I need you,” John cried out as he laid down beside her on the blood soaked covers and took her frail form into his arms. “I can’t do this without you Doc, please come back to me…I need you…I love you.”
“No one will love me,” she whispered as her eyes tried to focus on his blue ones. “He was right, no one will ever love me.” She fought to control her mind as John’s face morphed into her fathers. “Why couldn’t you love me?” She asked him, his blue eyes sparkling in the light of the room. The drugs that Alex had pumped into her system were making it hard to focus and she had to fight to keep her eyes open.
“Doc?” John asked as he stroked her face, noticing that she visibly flinched and moved away from him.
Rolling away from him and out of his embrace, she sat in the corner of the bed and hugged her knees protectively. “Do you love me?” she asked, laying her head on her knees, looking directly at him.
“Of course Doc…more than anything in the world you know that…why would you ask me that?” John reached out to touch her arm and noticed that she closed her eyes and her breathing increased. “Marlena, what did Alex do to you? What did he say?” John’s questioning became somewhat frantic as he took in her calm demeanor, blood stained and swollen face. Her calmness had him concerned. Alex had just beat the crap out of her; she should be more upset and not so calm. Unless…
“Doc, has Alex done this to you before?” John asked as he tried to look into her eyes, trying to gauge the truth. For a second, she looked away and he knew, he knew. “Oh my god, the marks on your arms, he did that to you? Didn’t he?”
Resting her head on her knees, Marlena closed her eyes and said softly, “It’s all over John…nothing matters anymore.” She wanted nothing more than to close her eyes and wake up in a warm and clean bed, this day behind her.
“That’s bullshit…and you know it…If Alex North touched you in any way he needs to go to jail.” John studied her closely, expecting her denial. The steady sound of her breathing was her only reaction. “Doc…Doc…Marlena…You have to tell me the truth here…I need to know…Did Alex North touch you inappropriately the other night?”
“It doesn’t matter,” she whispered, as she wiped away a tear that betrayed her.
“Doc,” John cried out in anguish as he gathered her tenderly into his arms and held onto her tightly.
“Please John…I need for you to let it go…What happened, happened and its over with,” Marlena pleaded with him as she laid her head on his shoulder, drawing comfort from his nearness.
“How can you be so unemotional about this and compartmentalize it…If he touched you, he needs to be punished. I’m going to fucking smash his face in if I ever see him again,” John said as he let her go and faced her. He was so angry at Alex and at Marlena’s complacency that he wanted to hurt someone. How could she sit there in front of him, one eye swollen shut and bruises on her arms, and act like nothing was wrong?
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“That’s bullshit,” he yelled at her in frustration. He saw the signs that she was shutting down emotionally once again. “You aren’t going to do this….not anymore….not anymore….not ever again…We are going to talk about this…I can’t go back to the way things were with you before,” John said in anger as his voice rose louder and louder. Trying to calm himself, he paused for a deep breath of air before continuing in a much calmer voice. “Marlena, please talk to me, let me in…I’m begging you not to put that wall up again,” John pleaded with her, trying to reach her, trying to convince her that it was okay to share her feelings.
“Let it go John,” Marlena whispered, not wanting to look at John and see the hurt and disappointment in his eyes. All she had ever managed to do was to hurt him.
“I can’t Doc….I can’t…What happened to us? We used to be so close and share everything Marlena, everything…You were my best friend and I was yours…We didn’t have secrets, we never did…You’d tell me everything…. What happened to that? What happened to us?” John had tears in his eyes and was openly sobbing. What happened to the soulmate connection they always joked about having? When did it stop and why?
“Life happened John, life happened.”
“Something else happened…” John started but was interrupted by Marlena.
“People change John, they grow apart.”
“Not us Doc,” John said loudly, disputing her claim. Why was she trivializing what they once had? “Marlena, what we have is a once in a lifetime kind of love…if anything we should be growing closer together, not further apart….it’s like I don’t know you anymore…As hard as I’ve tried to hang onto you, I can’t, I can’t….I don’t know who you are anymore…I don’t know what you are thinking…I’ve tried to be supportive of you during your memory loss…I’ve tried so hard, I really have….you probably have no idea how hard….But for what? For what? Please don’t shut me out again…. Please Marlena, I’m begging you to let me in…let me be there for you…let me know what you’re feeling…let me share your pain, let me share your sorrow, let me share your joy…let me share life with you…. Please.”
Marlena felt the pain and desperation in John’s words. She’d often wondered herself where that soulmate connection went. If she and John were destined to be together why was everything so hard? Now that everything was so much clearer in her own mind, she wondered why he was so blinded that he couldn’t see that his actions and hers were slowly tearing them apart over the years. Why couldn’t he see that she was slowly dying on the inside?
“I remember it all…Everything,” she cried out she wiped the tears from her eyes and sat back, silently staring at the white walls, seeing the pictures run through her mind against the stark canvas. “DO YOU FUCKING KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO BE ME AND SEE THE PICTURES IN A CONSTANT LOOP IN MY HEAD? ALL THE THINGS I’VE DONE, ALL THE PEOPLE I’VE HURT, INCLUDING YOU?” She screamed.
“Talk to me, tell me what you’re feeling, what you’re seeing,” John said as he held her in his arms, trying to be strong. He was grateful that she was opening up and being honest. Too many lies had been told and secrets kept over the years.
“Fine,” she screamed. “I fucking hate that you were unfaithful to me…and on my honeymoon…on my honeymoon…how could you do that to me?” Marlena broke down sobbing. John stared down at her blonde hair, incredulous that this had been eating at her for years and she’d never said anything. He had absolutely no idea.
“I hate that I’m jealous of them. I hate having these feelings. Kate and Hope are both supposed to be my friends, good friends, but deep down I hate both of them and wish that they were dead. How mean is that of me? How base? I Marlena Evans, supposed saint of Salem hates people. What would my priest think. “Oh Marlena you need to pray more…oh Marlena perhaps you should repent for your sins…oh Marlena you need to confess your sins.” Guess fucking what…Father Jansen couldn’t handle my fucking sins. Got that?” Just as soon as her outburst started, it ended. Marlena continued hugging her knees deep in thought.
John desperately wanted to reach her, doubting that she, that they, could ever move past the past. Were they cruelly condemned to have the same arguments, have the same issues for the rest of their lives?
“Marlena, you are human. No one expects you to be anything more. I sure as hell don’t.”
“You want to know who I am? Do you really want to know? Fine, I’ll tell you. It’s not like we have a future anymore John…I killed people and am going to jail…I know that…If it makes you sleep better at night, fine… What you did to me just validates what my father said about me all along. I am a no good worthless piece of shit that men will use, men will fuck, but never respect. An honorable man would never want me, why would he when he could have someone else, someone better.”
“Don’t say that,” John said as he grabbed her arms and shook her. “Don’t you say that about yourself. I have never thought that about you…You know that…If Roman or Don or Eugene were here they’d all say the same thing too. I look back at our time together as an honor and I’d do it all again with you.”
“Then why did you do it? Why did you break my heart? I thought you would be the one that saved me, that made everything right…But you weren’t, you couldn’t be, no one could…..deep down I’ve always thought that you didn’t love me enough…maybe I was good in bed, but not much else. Why else would you do that to me? Why did you cheat on me? Wasn’t I good enough for you? If our bond was so strong how could you have made love to Hope? How could you have made love to Kate? How could you have forgotten about me?”
“It wasn’t like that Doc…you know that….you have to know that…you are a wonderful woman that I worship…it wasn’t you Marlena, it was me,” John cried out devastated that his actions had been eating at her for years.
“I’m afraid to trust you John…I’m afraid to trust anyone…the one time I needed you, you weren’t there for me…you weren’t there,” Marlena said softly as she started crying again. All the emotions and memories that she had tried so hard over the years to compartmentalize, rationalize and store away were all clamoring for attention in her mind. She was confused and frightened and didn’t know where to start.
“What do you mean I wasn’t there?” John asked confused.
“It’s not important.” She didn’t want to have this conversation and never intended to tell John what happened, but was unable to control herself. Her psyche was demanding to be heard.
“The hell it is…Marlena, how can I make amends for something if I don’t know what it is? If I have hurt you in some way, I want to know…I need to know…you have to know that I would never intentionally hurt you…hell I’d hurt myself first….you mean everything to me, you have to know that.”
Emotions raw, Marlena looked up at him contemplating telling him the truth. What happened, happened. Talking about it wouldn’t change the circumstances. Would she further repulse John?
“Tell me Marlena, no secrets, please no secrets,” John begged.
Clearing her throat, Marlena tried to gather the courage to talk to John. “A couple of years ago when we weren’t getting along and always seemed to be fighting about Brady I came home from work late one night and wanted to talk to you.”
“And?” John hated that she wouldn’t look at him, but rather at the blank wall before her.
“You didn’t have time to talk to me…you didn’t have time.”
“I don’t remember that, sorry.”
“Well I do…I remember every detail of that night…I think I tried to block it out of my mind, but its now coming back to me with surprising clarity.”
“Why would you block out a conversation?” John asked, confused by her choice of words.
Not answering or acknowledging his question, she continued. “I can see myself enter the penthouse….you were on the phone…I waited patiently for you to finish your call...All I wanted was for you to take me into your arms and tell me that everything was going to be alright, for you to protect me, but you didn’t John…You asked me why I was crying and before I could answer made some offhanded remark about Brady upsetting me.” Marlena paused for a minute, lost in the memory. “It wasn’t that at all John, but you didn’t listen and you sure as hell didn’t look at me,” she cried out as she finally faced him. “How could you not have seen the bruises on my face, the rips in my clothing? How could you not have seen that I needed you and you weren’t there? How could you not have noticed my fear? How could you have so easily pushed me aside and discarded me for a fucking phone call? Do you have any idea how I felt in that one instance? Everything that my father ever said about me was true…I didn’t matter…I sure as hell didn’t matter to you, that’s for sure…”
“Marlena….” John tried to interrupt, alarmed at her hysteria. She was gasping for air and trembling.
“I was raped that night John…I was raped…I needed my husband…I needed you, but you weren’t there for me…Do you have any idea how that made me feel? Do you…Never before in my life did I feel so unwanted, so unloved….You walked out the door without so much looking back at me…Did you even notice in the days that followed that I was slowly dying inside? DID YOU?”
John felt the bile rise up in his throat as he stared at Marlena in shock. He knew the night she was talking about. A lead had come in on Stefano Dimera and he couldn’t pass up the chance to nail the bastard. He saw the tears and swelling on her face and assumed it was because she had been crying. “I’m so sorry,” he sobbed. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry…I’m sorry,” he cried over and over again. “You’re the adult here, you’re the parent, why don’t you start acting like it,” he recalled saying to her as he slammed the door behind him. “Please forgive me Marlena…forgive me.” He placed his head in her lap and cried for himself and for her.
“Nothing matters anymore.” She said as she slowly stroked the side of his face, trying to commit the feel to memory. Her tears mixed with his as they both cried for the loss of what once was.
The opening of the heavy metal door startled both of them. Two plain-clothed officers quickly walked into the room, Roman Brady on their heels. Pulling out their badges they handed some paperwork to Roman. “Are you Marlena Evans?” one of the men asked her. She sat up in the bed and gestured for John to do the same.
“Yes,” she replied, holding onto John’s hand for support. She felt the nervous trembling of his fingers even though he tried to hide it.
“Marlena Evans, you are under the arrest for the murders of John Dimera, Rafael Torres and Channing Owens. You are also wanted for questioning in the deaths of Alexander North Sr., Sarah Jones, Malcolm Jones and Lindsey Jones. The governor of the state of Illinois has signed your extradition papers.”
Roman looked on stunned, not really comprehending what had happened and what was happening. The empirical evidence suggested that Alex had assaulted Marlena and John had assaulted Alex. The when, how, where and who having been solved, Roman focused on the ever present looming question that seemed to grow bigger every day, the why. Temporarily drawn out of his introspection by Marlena’s chant, Roman needed some time to clear his head and figure out what was going on. “Let me go get something to clean her up with while you finish untying her,” Roman offered.
“Doc,” John said tenderly as he sat down on the side of the bed and untied one of her arms. “I’m here now baby…Everything is okay…You’re safe now Marlena.” John quickly worked to undo her other restraints and at the same time tried to reassure her that everything was going to be fine.
“Marlena, please wake up,” John said in desperation, as he slowly stroked the side of her face. Her eyes were unfocused and voice monotone in nature, her mind caught in a nightmare of its own making.
“Mar, please wake up… I need you,” John cried out as he laid down beside her on the blood soaked covers and took her frail form into his arms. “I can’t do this without you Doc, please come back to me…I need you…I love you.”
“No one will love me,” she whispered as her eyes tried to focus on his blue ones. “He was right, no one will ever love me.” She fought to control her mind as John’s face morphed into her fathers. “Why couldn’t you love me?” She asked him, his blue eyes sparkling in the light of the room. The drugs that Alex had pumped into her system were making it hard to focus and she had to fight to keep her eyes open.
“Doc?” John asked as he stroked her face, noticing that she visibly flinched and moved away from him.
Rolling away from him and out of his embrace, she sat in the corner of the bed and hugged her knees protectively. “Do you love me?” she asked, laying her head on her knees, looking directly at him.
“Of course Doc…more than anything in the world you know that…why would you ask me that?” John reached out to touch her arm and noticed that she closed her eyes and her breathing increased. “Marlena, what did Alex do to you? What did he say?” John’s questioning became somewhat frantic as he took in her calm demeanor, blood stained and swollen face. Her calmness had him concerned. Alex had just beat the crap out of her; she should be more upset and not so calm. Unless…
“Doc, has Alex done this to you before?” John asked as he tried to look into her eyes, trying to gauge the truth. For a second, she looked away and he knew, he knew. “Oh my god, the marks on your arms, he did that to you? Didn’t he?”
Resting her head on her knees, Marlena closed her eyes and said softly, “It’s all over John…nothing matters anymore.” She wanted nothing more than to close her eyes and wake up in a warm and clean bed, this day behind her.
“That’s bullshit…and you know it…If Alex North touched you in any way he needs to go to jail.” John studied her closely, expecting her denial. The steady sound of her breathing was her only reaction. “Doc…Doc…Marlena…You have to tell me the truth here…I need to know…Did Alex North touch you inappropriately the other night?”
“It doesn’t matter,” she whispered, as she wiped away a tear that betrayed her.
“Doc,” John cried out in anguish as he gathered her tenderly into his arms and held onto her tightly.
“Please John…I need for you to let it go…What happened, happened and its over with,” Marlena pleaded with him as she laid her head on his shoulder, drawing comfort from his nearness.
“How can you be so unemotional about this and compartmentalize it…If he touched you, he needs to be punished. I’m going to fucking smash his face in if I ever see him again,” John said as he let her go and faced her. He was so angry at Alex and at Marlena’s complacency that he wanted to hurt someone. How could she sit there in front of him, one eye swollen shut and bruises on her arms, and act like nothing was wrong?
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“That’s bullshit,” he yelled at her in frustration. He saw the signs that she was shutting down emotionally once again. “You aren’t going to do this….not anymore….not anymore….not ever again…We are going to talk about this…I can’t go back to the way things were with you before,” John said in anger as his voice rose louder and louder. Trying to calm himself, he paused for a deep breath of air before continuing in a much calmer voice. “Marlena, please talk to me, let me in…I’m begging you not to put that wall up again,” John pleaded with her, trying to reach her, trying to convince her that it was okay to share her feelings.
“Let it go John,” Marlena whispered, not wanting to look at John and see the hurt and disappointment in his eyes. All she had ever managed to do was to hurt him.
“I can’t Doc….I can’t…What happened to us? We used to be so close and share everything Marlena, everything…You were my best friend and I was yours…We didn’t have secrets, we never did…You’d tell me everything…. What happened to that? What happened to us?” John had tears in his eyes and was openly sobbing. What happened to the soulmate connection they always joked about having? When did it stop and why?
“Life happened John, life happened.”
“Something else happened…” John started but was interrupted by Marlena.
“People change John, they grow apart.”
“Not us Doc,” John said loudly, disputing her claim. Why was she trivializing what they once had? “Marlena, what we have is a once in a lifetime kind of love…if anything we should be growing closer together, not further apart….it’s like I don’t know you anymore…As hard as I’ve tried to hang onto you, I can’t, I can’t….I don’t know who you are anymore…I don’t know what you are thinking…I’ve tried to be supportive of you during your memory loss…I’ve tried so hard, I really have….you probably have no idea how hard….But for what? For what? Please don’t shut me out again…. Please Marlena, I’m begging you to let me in…let me be there for you…let me know what you’re feeling…let me share your pain, let me share your sorrow, let me share your joy…let me share life with you…. Please.”
Marlena felt the pain and desperation in John’s words. She’d often wondered herself where that soulmate connection went. If she and John were destined to be together why was everything so hard? Now that everything was so much clearer in her own mind, she wondered why he was so blinded that he couldn’t see that his actions and hers were slowly tearing them apart over the years. Why couldn’t he see that she was slowly dying on the inside?
“I remember it all…Everything,” she cried out she wiped the tears from her eyes and sat back, silently staring at the white walls, seeing the pictures run through her mind against the stark canvas. “DO YOU FUCKING KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO BE ME AND SEE THE PICTURES IN A CONSTANT LOOP IN MY HEAD? ALL THE THINGS I’VE DONE, ALL THE PEOPLE I’VE HURT, INCLUDING YOU?” She screamed.
“Talk to me, tell me what you’re feeling, what you’re seeing,” John said as he held her in his arms, trying to be strong. He was grateful that she was opening up and being honest. Too many lies had been told and secrets kept over the years.
“Fine,” she screamed. “I fucking hate that you were unfaithful to me…and on my honeymoon…on my honeymoon…how could you do that to me?” Marlena broke down sobbing. John stared down at her blonde hair, incredulous that this had been eating at her for years and she’d never said anything. He had absolutely no idea.
“I hate that I’m jealous of them. I hate having these feelings. Kate and Hope are both supposed to be my friends, good friends, but deep down I hate both of them and wish that they were dead. How mean is that of me? How base? I Marlena Evans, supposed saint of Salem hates people. What would my priest think. “Oh Marlena you need to pray more…oh Marlena perhaps you should repent for your sins…oh Marlena you need to confess your sins.” Guess fucking what…Father Jansen couldn’t handle my fucking sins. Got that?” Just as soon as her outburst started, it ended. Marlena continued hugging her knees deep in thought.
John desperately wanted to reach her, doubting that she, that they, could ever move past the past. Were they cruelly condemned to have the same arguments, have the same issues for the rest of their lives?
“Marlena, you are human. No one expects you to be anything more. I sure as hell don’t.”
“You want to know who I am? Do you really want to know? Fine, I’ll tell you. It’s not like we have a future anymore John…I killed people and am going to jail…I know that…If it makes you sleep better at night, fine… What you did to me just validates what my father said about me all along. I am a no good worthless piece of shit that men will use, men will fuck, but never respect. An honorable man would never want me, why would he when he could have someone else, someone better.”
“Don’t say that,” John said as he grabbed her arms and shook her. “Don’t you say that about yourself. I have never thought that about you…You know that…If Roman or Don or Eugene were here they’d all say the same thing too. I look back at our time together as an honor and I’d do it all again with you.”
“Then why did you do it? Why did you break my heart? I thought you would be the one that saved me, that made everything right…But you weren’t, you couldn’t be, no one could…..deep down I’ve always thought that you didn’t love me enough…maybe I was good in bed, but not much else. Why else would you do that to me? Why did you cheat on me? Wasn’t I good enough for you? If our bond was so strong how could you have made love to Hope? How could you have made love to Kate? How could you have forgotten about me?”
“It wasn’t like that Doc…you know that….you have to know that…you are a wonderful woman that I worship…it wasn’t you Marlena, it was me,” John cried out devastated that his actions had been eating at her for years.
“I’m afraid to trust you John…I’m afraid to trust anyone…the one time I needed you, you weren’t there for me…you weren’t there,” Marlena said softly as she started crying again. All the emotions and memories that she had tried so hard over the years to compartmentalize, rationalize and store away were all clamoring for attention in her mind. She was confused and frightened and didn’t know where to start.
“What do you mean I wasn’t there?” John asked confused.
“It’s not important.” She didn’t want to have this conversation and never intended to tell John what happened, but was unable to control herself. Her psyche was demanding to be heard.
“The hell it is…Marlena, how can I make amends for something if I don’t know what it is? If I have hurt you in some way, I want to know…I need to know…you have to know that I would never intentionally hurt you…hell I’d hurt myself first….you mean everything to me, you have to know that.”
Emotions raw, Marlena looked up at him contemplating telling him the truth. What happened, happened. Talking about it wouldn’t change the circumstances. Would she further repulse John?
“Tell me Marlena, no secrets, please no secrets,” John begged.
Clearing her throat, Marlena tried to gather the courage to talk to John. “A couple of years ago when we weren’t getting along and always seemed to be fighting about Brady I came home from work late one night and wanted to talk to you.”
“And?” John hated that she wouldn’t look at him, but rather at the blank wall before her.
“You didn’t have time to talk to me…you didn’t have time.”
“I don’t remember that, sorry.”
“Well I do…I remember every detail of that night…I think I tried to block it out of my mind, but its now coming back to me with surprising clarity.”
“Why would you block out a conversation?” John asked, confused by her choice of words.
Not answering or acknowledging his question, she continued. “I can see myself enter the penthouse….you were on the phone…I waited patiently for you to finish your call...All I wanted was for you to take me into your arms and tell me that everything was going to be alright, for you to protect me, but you didn’t John…You asked me why I was crying and before I could answer made some offhanded remark about Brady upsetting me.” Marlena paused for a minute, lost in the memory. “It wasn’t that at all John, but you didn’t listen and you sure as hell didn’t look at me,” she cried out as she finally faced him. “How could you not have seen the bruises on my face, the rips in my clothing? How could you not have seen that I needed you and you weren’t there? How could you not have noticed my fear? How could you have so easily pushed me aside and discarded me for a fucking phone call? Do you have any idea how I felt in that one instance? Everything that my father ever said about me was true…I didn’t matter…I sure as hell didn’t matter to you, that’s for sure…”
“Marlena….” John tried to interrupt, alarmed at her hysteria. She was gasping for air and trembling.
“I was raped that night John…I was raped…I needed my husband…I needed you, but you weren’t there for me…Do you have any idea how that made me feel? Do you…Never before in my life did I feel so unwanted, so unloved….You walked out the door without so much looking back at me…Did you even notice in the days that followed that I was slowly dying inside? DID YOU?”
John felt the bile rise up in his throat as he stared at Marlena in shock. He knew the night she was talking about. A lead had come in on Stefano Dimera and he couldn’t pass up the chance to nail the bastard. He saw the tears and swelling on her face and assumed it was because she had been crying. “I’m so sorry,” he sobbed. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry…I’m sorry,” he cried over and over again. “You’re the adult here, you’re the parent, why don’t you start acting like it,” he recalled saying to her as he slammed the door behind him. “Please forgive me Marlena…forgive me.” He placed his head in her lap and cried for himself and for her.
“Nothing matters anymore.” She said as she slowly stroked the side of his face, trying to commit the feel to memory. Her tears mixed with his as they both cried for the loss of what once was.
The opening of the heavy metal door startled both of them. Two plain-clothed officers quickly walked into the room, Roman Brady on their heels. Pulling out their badges they handed some paperwork to Roman. “Are you Marlena Evans?” one of the men asked her. She sat up in the bed and gestured for John to do the same.
“Yes,” she replied, holding onto John’s hand for support. She felt the nervous trembling of his fingers even though he tried to hide it.
“Marlena Evans, you are under the arrest for the murders of John Dimera, Rafael Torres and Channing Owens. You are also wanted for questioning in the deaths of Alexander North Sr., Sarah Jones, Malcolm Jones and Lindsey Jones. The governor of the state of Illinois has signed your extradition papers.”
