DEAR DIARY, (blog 1)

The blood on my blade is already cold. To think how easy it is to trick these mere so called men. Should I feel bad? I don’t. I can’t remember the last time I cared. Maybe this was me all along. I rather enjoy the game and thrill of a good challenge. In all fairness he wasn’t suppose to be home. Oh I am sure his new love of the week will be so sad. I can see her crying all over her Chanel dress. (laughs) Well until she moves on to the next rich guy. (looks down at her wrist) I rather adore this bracelet. I always was a sucker for diamonds. If he wasn’t so forgetful he wouldn’t of had to rush back home to get it. Well what could I do? I couldn’t risk him figuring out it was me. He put up a good fight I’ll give him that. His piercing dark eyes met mine one last time as I finished him off. Guess he shouldn’t try to date more then one women at a time. His gift to her is my gain. Along with everything else I scored. Oh well, onto the next I say. I will head into town tomorrow and figure out my next plan. I hear there’s a new guy on the force who vows to try and catch the menace. Imagine that? Calls me a menace? I need to keep an eye on him. Figure out where he lives then decide what to do about him. He may just come in handy. (taps her nails on the table) Time to clean up this mess. (she looks over at her knife) Morning is coming quick and I have places to be. Till next time Diary. Keep my secrets safe.

DEAR DIARY, (blog 2)

I barely slept. Maybe because the adrenaline keeps me going for a few days after a score. Rich men and their “hidden” safes and “secret” rooms. (she laughs) It never gets old and I do enjoy the game. It’s kind of like playing hide and seek where I always win. (her red lips give a slight girlish grin) I went into town this morning. Watched from a safe place and found this new detective. He is rather a handsome one which makes my job so much easier. There is something familiar about him. I have seen those eyes before. He sat in the coffee shop for a while looking over some files that were neatly placed in folders. I wonder if one of them was mine? Another officer came in shortly after and this one I knew from an encounter last year. Lucky him. He was one of four that actually made it. I don’t try to purposely hurt anyone really but a girl has to make a living. If they get in my way then, well, I can’t be to blame. (she runs her finger over the blade of her knife that’s sitting beside her) Society puts labels on people and who are they to decide who is so called good and who is bad? I have taken down many who deserved to be removed from this earth but no one appreciates that? So I have learned to be just as cold as my surroundings. So tomorrow it begins. I have a plan in mind for this one. (she smiles) The detective wants a menace? I’ll give him one! Pleasant dreams my trusted diary.

DEAR DIARY, (blog 3)

The flames were so high. I remember just sitting from a safe distance watching. They look rather beautiful next to the snow. Makes it sparkle like diamonds of which I got so many of them today. I also watched that detective. He was the first to show up. Such a good soldier boy. I felt his mind so deep in thought as he looked around. They really need better alarms on these jewerly places. This one was so easy to disarm. No challenge it that. (she sighs) Then I seen him pick up what I left for him. A piece of red ribbon. He quickly put it in that black briefcase of his and looked around to make sure no one seen. So he took my bait. It seemed somehow he knew it was especially for him. Typical male to try and play the hero on his own. Little does he know that little red ribbon has a tracking device sewn into the fibers so hair thin he won’t even know it’s there even under a microscope. It’s my best work yet I must say. Now we’ll see where Mr Detective lives. Then I’ll make a little visit and see what he’s all about. I have a feeling he may have more secrets then I do. It’s those eyes. The last time I seen eyes like that was three years ago in the city. (she looks deep in thought) It can’t be tho. She looks over at the clock. “Tick tock tick tock will you live another day or not, cross my path and you will see just the way it’s meant to be.” Till we meet again Mr. Detective. Sweet dreams Diary.

DEAR DIARY, (blog 4)

The dry cleaners, grocery shopping, work, this detective is rather boring to follow. His house on the other hand, rather interesting. It’s set way back in a spot even I didn’t know existed. I’d say around 50 acres. Long dark driveway, no street signs, house is surrounded by a tall brick wall with an iron fence which he opened from his car so it’s all electronic. Camera system very cleaverly placed in trees, not cleaver enough for me but your average maybe. I had to wait until every last light went out before I made my move. Trap number one, two, then three, it was getting rather annoying at that point. Why all the security? Sure he must have a lot of people with a grudge doing what he does but this was more then that. The house was rather large for a single man. No family photos on the wall just a bunch of paintings and expensive things set up to look like a museum. It felt dark and lonely, familiar. Then he woke up. Walked to the kitchen and just sat there staring out the window. (she looks up at the window in front of her) I could of taken him out easy. It just wasn’t the time. So I left before he even knew I was there. I had some unfinished business to take care of before morning anyways. (she removes the gun that was attached to her side, removes the silencer and places it beside her on the table) A girls work is never done. Tick tock Diary, his time was up! Now as for the detective, I think it’s time we meet face to face. Time to turn on the charm. (she checks her lipstick in the mirror) This is going to be fun. (she smiles) Till next time my trusted friend. My secrets are safe with you.

DEAR DIARY, (blog 5)

It went pretty well. Although I must say he seems rather cautious. Always looking around. Almost like me. (she paused to think about that) I did the classic run in. Literally. When he spilled my coffee he was rather sweet the way he apologized so many times. Then he bought me another one. He asked me to join him but I declined. I didn’t want to seem too obvious. So I took the coffee to go and told him maybe we’ll run into each other again. He smiled and said he hopes so and promises next time he won’t be so clumsy. Then he apologized one last time and walked me to the door. I must say he was rather mesmerizing. Dark hair, Crystal clear blue eyes with a touch of green, boyish grin yet confident. I noticed he wore cologne. Just a touch as not to seem obvious. Strong arms. I can tell he works out. Suit nicely pressed. Badge hidden inside the inside jacket pocket along with the security access badge. Wonder when he’ll notice it’s missing? (she laughs) Well not missing missing just replaced. He’ll think there’s a problem with his, they’ll issue him a new one and well, this one will be mine. (she picks it up and twirls it in her hand) You never know when this will come in handy. Don’t know why I never thought of this before. Just needs a few tweeks. It’s getting dark so I need to head out to make a supply run. I’m running low on bullets. (she grabs her gun, loads it and tucks it in the holster) I do my best work in the dark. (reaches over to grab her knife) I think I’ll see Mr Detective in a day or two. He’s been single long enough. (she smiles) Imagine me, with a Detective? The irony in that. Sounds like a match made in… (she stops mid sentence) We’ll talk soon Diary. I’m off.

DEAR DIARY, (blog 6)

It’s the anniversary of my fathers death. She just sat and watched and did nothing. She sold him out for money. There are not many people you can trust in this world, I actually trust no one now, he trusted her. She took my only family away. Then she seen me. Glanced over as I was hiding, watching. If only I had woken up earlier I could of saved him. I had no choice. I know I would of been next and it was her or me. I had to avenge my fathers death. She showed no remorse as I came out from around the corner and asked her why. If I was older, had more experience, she would of never gotten away with this. I was only 16, just learning from my father. He was the smartest man I knew. Quick, cleaver and no one ever had the upper hand over him but her. He loved her so much that he was blind and that was his weakness. I always knew there was something wrong with her. She never had the qualities or instincts that she should have. She was cold but he couldn’t see that. She was very good at the game. I had to just sit by and watch. Well not that day. I grabbed her by the throat and held her up against the wall. She laughed as she tried to grab my blade. Not fast enough tho. She always thought I was weak. She found out other wise. As I plunged the blade deep in her empty darkened heart I heard the clock in the room as if the world got silent and the only thing I could hear was tick tock, tick tock. That’s when I knew I had changed. Dear old step mother’s time was up! No one will ever do that to me. I learned from my fathers mistake. I am going to try to sleep even tho I know I won’t be able to. I am meeting our Mr. Detective for coffee in the morning. This should be interesting. Sweet dreams my Diary.

DEAR DIARY, (blog 7)

I met with Mr. Detective. Seems we both like our coffee black. He was charming and didn’t ask a lot of questions which I liked. It was idle chit chat and mostly about his job thanks to my carefully worded questions and my so called interest in what he does. Which I won’t say that is a lie since I am interested in what he does just not because I care. I had him eating right out of the palm of my hand. A few deep stares, a casual brush of his hand as we both reached for the coffee. Men are too easy. One thing I will say is he is very confident. Just shy enough to make it a challenge but very self assured. Then he got a call from the station and had to excuse himself. Emergency it seems. (she brushes her hair back) He went running off sirens blaring. So we’ll meet tomorrow for dinner. He insisted. I rather hate when my plans get interupted. I just didn’t think they’d find the body that quick. Miss prim and proper had to go. I am still enjoying her diamonds tho. If she just kept her nose out of the investigation she’d still be here wearing her Chanel dress. Telling the detective she thinks he was seeing someone else and she had to keep pushing and wouldn’t let it go. She’s lucky they brushed it off since he had a reputation for being a playboy. The list would be too long for them to hunt down every one of them. That and I am good at covering my tracks. Besides, they’d never suspect a women. I made sure I made it look like a man had done it. That’s a weakness society has that works to my benefit. Sweet little me could never have the strength or capability to do that. (She suddenly whips her knife across the room at a target without even looking hits the bullseye) Tick tock! Her time was up! Keep my secrets safe as always my diary. (locking it away she goes out into the night)

DEAR DIARY, (blog 8)

The blade went swiftly through his heart. How could I have feelings for someone I barely know? Not him! Not the detective. So I had to do it while he slept. Looking over at him breathing I stroked his dark hair. I so wanted to look in those eyes one last time. The night had gone so well. Too well. I couldn’t fall vulnerable for a man who has the power to find out who I really am. So as it went deeper and deeper in, he woke. He tried to grab my hands. It was dark, very dark and the only thing I could see was his outline and sense his fear. The warm blood poured out draining down my hand. He begged me to stop but I couldn’t. I stood silent. He finally gave up and I layed him back down to rest one last time. My tears running down my face falling one by one onto his chest. Was this love? I didn’t want him to die! I screamed and put my hand over his chest trying to stop the bleeding but it was too late. I coudn’t save him or take back what I had done. Then everything grew black and the pain was so overwhelming I couldn’t take it anymore. I started to run. I ran through the darkness not knowing where I was going just that I needed to be far away from him. Then I woke up in a cold sweat. It was all a dream. What does this mean? Why does this detective get to me like this? Am I worried I’ll kill him or that I won’t and I… No I don’t do feelings. They are for the weak. Enough thinking about this. I have to get ready for my date with the detective. (she slips the blade into her purse) Until next time my Dear Diary. Let my secrets lie safe with you.

DEAR DIARY, (blog 9)

It’s been three months since I started dating the detective. I’m sorry I haven’t written sooner but I have been staying at his place most nights. It gives me time to explore his mystery house. He was very guarded at first and had said there was work being done on the other end of the house. I took a peek around while he was sleeping and there was no work being done, not one bit. So what is he hiding? The place is a mansion and I spent nights trying to figure this one out. If there is something he’s good at keeping it a secret. I rather like this game. I also like his passion. I have never met another man with so much intensity yet so much compassion. I didn’t think that existed. Yet it’s frustrating that he’s on the opposite side of the law. Then a strange thing happened last night. I was doing my usual stock up on ammo and I went to the usual base. I must have a thing for men in uniforms because I only killed three this time. Well while I’m on my way out a man dressed completely in black wearing a marine face mask comes out of nowhere and grabs my arm. We struggle and as I’m about to pull my knife out he looks right into my eyes and lets me go. Then he disappeared so fast I couldn’t see where he went. Why would he let me go? Then that grip on my arm reminded me of the first night I slept with the detective. Things got a little rough and when he grabbed my arms and held me up against the wall it was tight, but not to hurt me, and this was the same type of feeling. The first thing I did was check where he was and the gps tracker showed he was at home. So I need to find out who this man is and get rid of him. Can’t take any chances. I won’t let some Military Man get in my way. His time will be up very soon. Sweet dreams my dear diary. Morning awaits.

DEAR DIARY, (blog 10)

I had to take a deep breath. The blow was hard. I think I fell to the ground and blacked out for a few seconds. I kept my eyes closed to pretend and pulled out my knife and quickly slashed his arm. It was him, the military man from the other day. I had just scored big from the local bank and there he was again from out of nowhere. He tried to take the bag of money from me. Imagine that? He took a lot of hits before he fought back. Almost like he didn’t want to hurt me. In the end I won, kept the money and once again he was gone. This soldier do gooder has to go. I can handle the cops, the soldiers at the base and I have ran across a few foes in the past, but this guy is different. He’s more super human. More like… me. I will have to up my game. Lure him into a trap and figure out who he is. I think he’ll like what I left him. (she laughs) A girl hung from the bank tower with a little note that said “how many more will die for you?” She just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Tick tock. Guess if she was a good girl she wouldn’t of been leaving a bar at 2am and right into my hands. It was so easy and I didn’t even break a nail. (she looks to admire her polish) Time for my date with the detective. Lets hope he doesn’t get too involved in this case. I do hope to keep him around. (she smiles) I have to run. I need time to cover up this bruise on my ribs. (she lifts her shirt to look) I’ve had worse. (pulls out her make-up bag) Let the games began. Till next time Dear Diary.

DEAR DIARY, (blog 11)

Time seems to change you in ways you never notice until one day you look into the mirror and your past is just a blur of people and places. That’s why I write in you my dear diary. To save my history so I don’t lose the person I have become. I can look back on mistakes made, places I’ve gone, people I have encountered and learn from them. I regret no entry nor person I have killed. This dark life has become my comfort, my safe haven. The night time especially. The black skies, sometimes giving way to stars that sparkle like diamonds, like an endless world waiting to be taken. My powers gain strength with each persons life I take. It’s these emotions. They seem to get in the way. They can make you strong or make you weak. As for the detective, he gave me a single red rose last night. Of all the things I have taken in my life from money to diamonds and rare jewels, this one single red rose seems to haunt me. I’m not sure why. (she pauses then throws it in the trash) I don’t have time to care. I did have an interesting dinner with him. I brought up the article I seen in the paper about the poor girl being hung at the bank. (she makes a phony frown) I needed to know how much he knew and if he was the one working on it. He tried to be vague about it but I have my ways. (she smiles) So it seems of coarse they assigned Mr. Super Detective to it. (now she sighs) I told him to be careful that I didn’t want to see him get hurt. Now this throws a wrench in my plans. How to lure out the mystery military man while keeping the detective safe. (she’s tapping her nails on the table) This is all turning into too much work thanks to my new enemy. That just flat out pisses me off and that will be all the more painful his death will be when I catch him. Oh and I will. He has no idea who he just messed with. Sweet dreams Diary.

DEAR DIARY, (blog 12)

Stone Cold Killer the headlines say. I haven’t been called that in a while. (she grins) What will the mystery military man think of my next little warning for him? It was so messy but I think he’ll get the point. Funny how the heart still beats for a while even after being removed. Tick Tock. The black masked man spelled out in blood. They should be finding the body right about… (she looks over to listen to her scanner) (the call comes in) now! (she smiles) Oh and my Detective is so busy on the case. He is rather cute when he’s working. You can see him thinking. Little does he know the killer is right in front of his face but I won’t be the one taking the fall. I’ll have to take a peak at his files again. That little black briefcase is by his side like glue. Even when he’s home it’s by his nightstand all locked up with a key. A pretty little silver key he keeps in his wallet. He must have an obsession with them since he has collection of various ones on display like a museum. Little skeleton ones with very intricate detail. He is another mystery I have yet to solve. He has a side to him he keeps locked up. A deep almost dark side I only see in bits and pieces. I am rather enjoying his company I must admit. I feel like I can be myself. The self I want him to see that is. My more human side. Using his pass card to get into the gun supply room has made my job much easier as well. He has proven to be useful in more ways then one. I think I will go surprise him later. I always get a burst of energy after a kill and I need to burn it off. I think he’ll like what I bought. (she looks in a bag that’s beside her on the table) I hope he likes black. It is my favorite color and I look really good in lace. (she gets a look in her eyes) Till we speak again diary. My secrets are safe with you.

DEAR DIARY, (blog 13)

There has to be a way out of this cell. I looked high and low, left no bar untouched. The lock was the most sophisticated I’ve ever seen. I would have been able to crack it if I wasn’t knocked out cold with chloroform and stripped of everything I had on me. There was only a small window on the other side of the room outside the cell. The moon was shining in giving me light. Who brought me here? My guess was the mystery military man. Guess he didn’t like my last gift for him. (she grins) Then suddenly the door opened. There was a tall dark figure. I couldn’t see him yet but I could hear his footsteps. It was him. I am highly trained to remember and detect even the smallest sound from everyone I come in contact with. As he walked closer he stood slightly out of my reach. So I backed up a bit as if to appear I was afraid. Then he spoke. Told me it was for my own good and the good of the town. That he wouldn’t hurt me, but he couldn’t let me go. That deep dark voice of his echoed through my head. It was almost comforting because I could tell he wasn’t going to hurt me. That would be his first mistake. So I put my plan into action. I suddenly fell to my knees as if I was in pain. Grabbing my side and with a final scream in agony I fell to the concrete floor. There I lay lifeless. He hesitated at first then grabbed a key and ran by my side. He turned me over and that’s when I made my move. How corny of a move to fall for. (she laughs) He’s still alive unfortunately since I didn’t have much time. It seems somehow he managed to set an alarm off, but let’s just say he’s now stuck in his own cell… and with some minor flesh wounds. (she has an innocent look on her face) These men are so easy to fool. I did manage to grab all my stuff back he so carelessly left on a nearby table. He’s lucky because this is my favorite knife and I couldn’t leave it behind. (she grabs it next to her and runs her finger over the blade and a small drop of blood trickles down) Tick tock I feel his time is coming up. Sleep well my diary. I have a lot of planning to do and a detective to please.

DEAR DIARY, (blog 14)

I think I was just 9 or 10 when my father use to take me to the fields to get fresh flowers for the table. He wanted me to appreciate the human side of life. He use to say the petals are delicate like the balance of our powers. Too much darkness and not enough light and they wither. To find that place for us amongst a world of mortals who can’t see beyond the dark was going to take that fine balance. Emotions were the one weakness that could bring us down. My mother was human. Having to watch her age and eventually die was the most excruciating thing I have had to endure. Trying to find a way to keep her young like us was the most important goal my father had but nothing ever worked. We don’t age nearly as fast as the rest of the world. Decades to a mere year here. I never want to lose someone that way again. I think that’s why when my father was killed so early and so young in his life it changed me. Who did my so called step mother think she was to do what she did? Since then I have no regards for life now. If they don’t see anything wrong with taking a life neither shall I. (she stops writing to grab a book off the shelf and opens it to a page where one single rose petal is there) (sitting back down she puts the book by her side) Why I kept this I don’t know. I couldn’t bare to think of not seeing the one gift that the detective gave me that meant so much. This petal reminds me of the balance I must keep. My father use to say we didn’t have to be alone but look what my step mother did to him, to me. Can I really trust anyone again? The detective has become the only person I have let live this long. He is my opposite. The good side of me I will never be. He, for the moment, is my balance. Maybe that’s my weakness and I won’t let that happen! (she thrusts the knife into the table) Till next time my diary. I need to go leave another gift for the military man. This time one the whole town will never forget!

DEAR DIARY, (blog 15)

Oh how I love hide and seek. One body part here another one there. It will be like a puzzle for them to see which part belongs to which person. (she looks down at a mark on her stiletto boots) This stain better come off these boots. They are one of my favorite pairs. (she pauses writing to rub the stain then goes back to her diary) I have also made sure that I never get trapped in a cell again with no way out. I have implanted a few microscopic tools under my skin. They are small but pack a punch. I must say I did a fantastic job. It barely left a scar. At least ones that no one else would notice. I also found what I think could be a hidden room in the detectives house. I was so close to figuring it out when I heard him wake up. I ran to the kitchen and pretended I was getting some water. I will have to explore that more next time. I also had to rent a place for show. He started to ask why we never go to my house. I told him because it was small and not very much to look at. I couldn’t ever bring him here to my real home. This place is a safely guarded secret. Not even on the map and I want to keep it that way. So it looks like I have to pretend to live somewhere else sometimes. How drab! Talk about killing the fun. Oh well I’ll entertain him for a night here and there. What I am curious about is what’s in that room if it is a room. (she taps her fingers on the table) I think there is more to him then he wants anyone to know. I like secrets. I have many. I like finding others out even more. I also like pissing that mystery military man off! Let’s see what he thinks of me now. He should of killed me when he had the chance. Tick Tock. It’s just a matter of time. Pleasant dreams my diary.


DEAR DIARY, (blog 17)

I knew this was it. I sat there and my whole life flashed before my eyes. I suddenly remembered everything I had once forgotten. The pain of everything I ever did. Was this my penance? Was this how it was all going to end? I cried and I don’t remember ever crying since my father died. The tears were warm and fell down my face one by one. It was as if time stood still and I could hear my own heart beating. Suddenly I didn’t want to die. I didn’t want to leave this world. This cold darkened world that has become my home. I ran to the door to step outside. I wanted one last glimpse of the sun and to feel the wind on my face. I stood there with my head towards the blue sky. Was it always that blue? Why haven’t I ever noticed? The sun was warm and comforting. It was like when my father use to wrap his hands around my face to kiss my cheek. I felt safe for that moment. Then I heard them coming. The sound of sirens, men shouting, bright lights. But I couldn’t run. I was still stuck in time. Not wanting to let go of that feeling. Can one go to hell if I don’t believe there is a God? Will I meet my match in hell if there is one? It was my time. I had no one to live for and this life was getting tiring. I can’t keep going alone. I started to say it out loud. I fell to my knees and awaited my fate. A tall dark figure stood over me and I put down my hands and bent my neck back ready to be sliced. It felt like forever and I couldn’t tell if what I felt on my body was tears or blood. Then I felt his hand. His hand reached down to grab mine. He pulled me up. I was so weak, so tired. He picked me up in his arms and he ran. He ran with me through the woods. I could hear the sounds of dogs and guns being fired. With his free hand he fired back. Suddenly he grabbed a latch and we were thrusted underground. Everything went silent. No more dogs, no more gun shots, just silence. He laid me down and gently dried my tears. His hands wrapped around my face and he kissed my cheek. Never give up he whispered. I will always be with you. You are never alone. Then he pulled his hood down and I could see his face. Then I woke up gasping and called out… father! But it was all a dream. What does this all mean? I would never cower and give up. Maybe it means… no. I have never needed anyone in my life and I won’t start now! Good bye for now my diary. Time to go do what I do best. (she grabs her blade sitting beside her and puts it into the holster on her thigh) I do not need anyone!

DEAR DIARY, (blog 18)

This will teach them all! So much rage! I need to get rid of it! (she throws her knife into the wall) I held them captive for a several hours and one by one tortured them all. One finger cut off, a slice to the abdomen, (she looks stone cold) removed a few organs, just not ones that would kill them right away. They begged for their lives. All of them. Some gave me money, some jewels. The one man in a suit gave me access to his off shore bank accounts. I am set for years! (she grins but barely, then her cell phone rings) It’s the detective again. (she tosses the phone aside) Will he seriously give a girl some space! He wants to know if I’m ok. It’s been three days since he hasn’t seen me! Message after message but all I hear is my time being wasted by a mere so called man! Maybe I am wrong to let him live. Speaking of mere men it seems the mystery military man went into hiding. Too many bodies to identify perhaps? All this work is keeping the detective busy but not too busy to keep calling. (the phone rings again) I guess I need to make an appearance or he may get suspicious and all my hard work will have been for nothing. (she stops writing to listen to the messages) He misses me and is worried with all the killings going on and he stopped by my place but no answer. How sweet the detective cares. (she tosses the phone again) If he only knew. Ok I better give him a call. I guess three days is rather long for a guy with his needs. Maybe I’m better off getting out my anger in other ways. (she taps her fingers on the table) Besides, I have to learn to control myself, blend in with a civilized society. (she laughs) I don’t think civilized exists anymore. I’ll give the killings a break, for now, and focus on other things. (she looks over at the phone ringing again) Sleep well my diary. I think I may not be getting any myself. (she grins)

DEAR DIARY, (blog 19)

I dropped the key to the cuffs. I think the detective liked being on the other end of the stick. Handcuffed and told what to do. Slowly making him beg then suddenly letting him go once I found the key. (she taps her fingers on the table) That just makes him so incredibly hot that he gets in that state of mind that I love. So out of control yet not. Hard to explain really to those who don’t have a dark side but it is possible to be both out of control and in control at the same time. It’s that fine line of pleasure and pain. Knowing each other so well on that level that you know what boundaries to push. He has a few scratches here and there but his suit will cover that up. My wrists are still a little red and sore but in a good way. (she smiles) I’m just glad to be over my dark phase. I don’t like getting to that point. Getting my hands dirty is nothing new but sometimes it stains the soul. I at least had a nice morning at the coffee shop. It was back to the good old times of the detective being more relaxed. The murders are on the cold case files at this point. The mystery military man seems to have gone away for now. I think it seems a little odd that he’d suddenly stop looking for me so I will keep my guard up even more. I do know this game he’s playing. Bravo to him. Little does he know I am seeking him out. Tonight I am getting into the military base and hacking into their computers. I will find this man one way or another, by internet or by another means. Something or someone will tell me where to find him. (she looks over to the corner of the room where there is a small black duffle bag) This calls for the heavy equipment. (she looks down at her nails) Damn it there’s a chip! A girl can’t pull up armed on a bunch of military boys without a good manicure. The hard life of a villain. (she laughs) Till next time my dear diary.

DEAR DIARY, (blog 20)

The military base turned up empty. All that bloodshed and I could tell they were all telling the truth. Too bad they had to go anyways. Oh well. I was going to go back but instead I snuck into the detectives house last night while he went away on some training course they’re sending all the detectives to and found that room. It was the most cleverly, well hidden room I have come across. It’s what was inside that I never expected to find. It was almost like the bat cave. (she laughs) Lot’s of gadgets and high tech equipment that runs all the security for the house and in the woods. Files on every criminal he’s ever been on the case for, including little ole me. I feel so flattered. (she makes a thank you gesture like she just won the Emmy’s and starts to say her speech) “I thank all the countless number of people I’ve killed and to the men who pissed me off enough to motivate me to do so.” (she laughs again) Then I found another room hidden inside a walk in safe. That room had suits in it, and not just suits he wears to work, but also combat uniforms and his collections of guns and weapons is impressive. (she nods her head) Then I came across a mask. A black military mask. The same one that my mystery military man was wearing. (now she starts to tap her fingers on the table) There can only be a few reasons for him having that mask. One, he’s been in the military so this could be part of his uniform, or two, he has my military man, or three, (she thrusts her knife into the table forcefully) he is the mystery military man! (she throws the pen and walks away)

DEAR DIARY, (blog 21)

I have played out many different scenarios in my head. Could I have been fooled this whole time? The man I first seen at the coffee shop who caught my attention could he be my opposite equal so to speak? I knew there was something he was hiding. So what do I do now? Confront him? No. Then he’ll know I have been in is house. That would blow my whole cover. If he is the military man then he may already know who I am. Why would he let me live if that’s true? Maybe he’s not and he has the real military man captive or has killed him because he knew he was trying to catch me. Is my detective trying to be my hero or is he playing one? Either way I could simply kill him, but I won’t do that. I will instead play his game. Either way he is protecting me. I have never had anyone do that for me before. I do need to know if he actually is the military man tho. (she taps her fingers on the table) This could make the game so much more fun. I play up my role and he will never know I am onto him. This is a game changer. Sleeping with the enemy. (she smiles) I rather like that idea. They always say keep your enemies close. I need to take extra precaution. If he’s not the military man then he’s still out there. This ploy of hide and seek and guessing games will end. I will draw him out somehow. The detective can’t help his save the world ways. (she sighs) Time for another message to be sent. (she pulls out her blade that’s in a holster on her thigh and places it on the table then runs her finger across the blade. A tiny drop of blood appears and she puts the tip of her finger in her mouth to stop the bleeding) This time I’m hitting his men. Time to pay a little visit to the station. “Stop me if you can detective.” Game is on… and I don’t plan to lose. I have a long night ahead. Sleep well my diary.

DEAR DIARY, (blog 22)

All I can hear is beeping. It sounds like there are so many machines. I feel so helpless. I can’t move. I want to open my eyes but I can’t. I hear voices. People, maybe doctors and nurses and I think I am calling out but no one hears me. Last thing I remember was going to the station. It was about 2:00am. I got in using the detectives key card I copied when I first met him at the coffee shop. The detective! Where is he?! I have to wake up. I have to get out of here and find him! I saw him there. One by one I made my way through each room, body by body. There was blood everywhere. They tried but they couldn’t stop me. Then it was him. The military man or at least I think it was. Everything is so fuzzy. I can’t get a clear image in my mind. I remember the detective looked surprised to see him, like he had seen a ghost. Then I heard a loud voice, the detective telling me to get down. He ran towards me but the military man had his gun pointed at him. I had to stop him. I couldn’t let him hurt the detective. I heard shots, several of them. I fired back. Then there was complete silence followed by total darkness. (she’s trying to remember more but her thoughts are scattered) Why can’t I move? (she tries but her body feels like it’s frozen in time) Why can’t I remember how I got here and where is here? I don’t know if I am dreaming or not but even though I am not there I hope you can hear me my dear diary. You are all I have to keep my mind sane. Keep my secrets safe until I awake… (everything goes black and her voice fades away) …

DEAR DIARY, (blog 23)

How long have I been asleep? I feel so tired still. I think I can open my eyes. It’s so hard. (she’s trying) Wait, I see light. It’s so bright. My eyes are closing again. No! I have to fight it. Open damn it! (She struggles to open her eyes again. She looks around.) Where am I? (She looks towards the door) I’m in some sort of hospital? (she tries to move but she can’t) What the? (She looks and her hands are handcuffed to the bed) You’ve got to be kidding me! (she jerks the cuffs) “Ok. Calm down.” (she says to herself) (she starts to examine the cuffs) Standard military handcuffs. Well this will be easy. Good thing I implanted those micro tools. Silly men think they can stop me. (she scratches into her palm with her fingernail) Gotcha. (she grabs the tool and starts to pick the cuffs) They should of used something a bit more restraining but then yet we are dealing with mere humans. (She gets the cuffs off and starts to rub her wrists. As she starts to move she feels a stabbing pain) Damn it! (she grits her teeth and looks down to see she’s bandaged on her side and it’s covered in blood) (She looks over at the monitors and before unhooking herself she tries to figure out a way to not have the monitors go off) (she has a plan) Well here goes nothing. (she rips the IV out of her arms and then the heart monitors) (she looks over quick and sees it worked) This is going to hurt. (she gets up and things get a little black and she feels dizzy) Get it together. (then she remembers the detective) I need to find him. (she tries to stand again) “That’s it.” (she says to herself) Let’s find a way out of here. (she looks down the hallway) I hope you hear me my dear diary. Wish me luck.

DEAR DIARY, (blog 24)

I went down the hallway and found a door leading to a stairwell. I sat down on the floor for a minute trying to gain a little bit of strength. The blood poured from the bandage. My hand was soaked. I tore a bit of my clothing to wrap around my waist. I couldn’t stay to find the detective. I was of no use the way I was and I knew there must be camera’s and he may not even be there. So I went down step by step, floor by floor, ignoring the pain. Then I found the exit. I looked out through the tiny window to see where I was. I was on the base. I knew my way home quickly from there. Then I heard an alarm. Just as the door was about to completely lock down I escaped. I ran to the woods and down a path only I can find. I made it years ago. I kept running until I was home. I think I slept for two days straight. The bullet wound is healing up nicely. Good thing I put in new stitches. I tore the old ones somewhere along the way. My micro tools are back in place. (she looks at her palms) I think I am well enough to find the detective now. (she picks up her cell phone) Not one call. I know he’s in trouble. I can feel it. If that military man is still out there he’s not safe. The only thing I can hope is that he was killed in the spray of bullets and that the detective made it. Maybe he’s been out cold like I was. I don’t know what to think but he tried to save me more then once so I have to find him. I have to see what he knows. (she picks up her holster and puts it around her thigh) It’s time. (she grabs her knife, checks her lipstick in the mirror) That bastard hasn’t seen the last of me. This time he really pissed me off and he has no idea what I am capable of and I am not giving up until he’s dead. (she smiles) Tick tock military man. Times up! Tonight I awaken the real demon within! It feels so good to be back. (she smirks) Sleep well my diary.

DEAR DIARY, (blog 25)

Eenie meenie miney mo which one of you should I pick to go? I pointed at the man with the blue scrubs. The rest that I had tied up I shot them one by one but swiftly. I had no time to play. Tisk tisk but I had work to do. I grabbed him by the throat and pushed him up against the wall, told him he better tell me where the detective was. As he turned blue he tried to speak but I almost couldn’t control myself. Once he was done gasping for air, as I let him fall to the floor to catch his breathe, he quickly said a room number and pointed to a file on a nearby desk. I went over to the desk and there his name was. It was like I was seeing it for the first time. Then I looked over at the man and with one shot through his head he was gone. I opened the file and there was his picture, address, I.D number, blood type, family history was blank, then there it was, the doctor’s notes. I skimmed over them. Multiple gun shot wounds, one very close to the frontal lobe, patient able to speak, physical function back to normal, internal bleeding controlled, signs pointing to full recovery with full memory possibly returning in time. Full memory returning in time? My heart sank. I continued to read, patient demonstrates full knowledge of past military training, intermittent detective duties with some blanks in memory in personal past such as family and medical history. Patient sent home with limited work schedule, clear to do light desk duty. He’s home and he’s ok but he hasn’t called? Nothing? I will get my answers! Then one by one I eliminated everyone there. I tore the place apart but nothing leading to the military man or who he was. He can’t hide forever. Unless he already met his fate? (she stabs her knife into the table) I’ll head to the coffee shop in the morning. Time to see the detective. Till next time my Dear Diary.


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