Villain Diary Part Six

DO YOU DARE READ THE DIARY OF A VILLAIN?*

WELCOME BACK MY LOYAL ONES!
 
 
 

DEAR DIARY, (blog 126)

When I got my strength back I dropped the Military Man faster then he could blink. (she grins) He never learns. The stunned look on his face was priceless but it was followed by that usual boyish grin of his. He is naturally flirty, persistent, sexy as all hell I got to give him that and he gets under my skin at times but he’s worthy. (she smiles) Then I backed him up against the wall near the bedroom and put my lips really close to his so he could feel my breathe without actually touching him. Then I grabbed both his hands and put them one by one behind his back and that’s when the cuffs went on. One on one wrist and one to the door handle. (she smirks) Men fall for it every time. “Sorry Military Man. I’m going solo on this one. Don’t worry you’ll get out of those in no time and when you do tell the Detective I got this one. Oh and make sure you lock the place up.” (she grins as she grabs her duffle bag and he starts to kick the door to break the handle. “Don’t do this. It’s safer if we all stay together. You seen in that file what this guy is capable of.” (she glances over at him as she’s about to leave) “Do you think I’m afraid of that Mad Man? This is personal now. No one poisons me and gets away with it.” (her eyes get dark) “You know I love the thrill of the game… bye now.” (she gives a sarcastic wave with her fingers) Then I drove up to a little hotel not too far from where I am pretty sure I’ll find the Mad Man. After studying his profile and hacking into his prison psychology reports I knew just where to start. The truly sick ones build themselves up but can never stray for too long without going to someone familiar. Someone they think they can trust. Someone who knows all his secrets and took an oath of privacy and had to quit being his therapist due to his deep rooted obsession with her six months into treatment. Someone who he thinks he can convince to take him back. I wouldn’t be surprised if dear Miss Therapist was all tied up right about now. (she grins) So my Diary… I’m off to see the shrink.
 
 
 

DEAR DIARY, (blog 127)

I pulled up to a little blue cottage, black shutters and a white picket fence all tucked away in a nice neatly wooded lot. (she laughs) Can these people get any more predictable? Her shiny black Audi was parked in the driveway. I made sure to park a ways back so I wasn’t seen. I could tell the woods had been disturbed and not too long ago. There were tracks leading up to the house. I am betting it’s him. (she tucks her knife into it’s holster and grabs the rest of her things) It’s on foot from here. I went around back and looked in the windows. Just as I thought there she was, the neatly pressed dress suit never ship a nail Miss Therapist, all tied up on a chair and there he was… the infamous Mad Man. I could feel my blood boil and the darkness inside was starting to take over. I gripped my knife so tight my hand was red. He was talking to her, rather yelling. I could hear him telling her how she was the only one that ever truly understood him while she just cried uncontrollably. Get a grip. (she makes a face) Weak little bitch. I went around to the side door. With a couple little tools I was in. The Mad Man kept flailing his gun around. He was losing it. I was about to make my move when the Detective came up behind me. He put his hand over my mouth and grabbed my arm until I could see it was him then he let me go. “I didn’t want you involved.” He whispered to me. “Too late.” I glanced back at him. He got that look on his face. “I want him alive. He needs to go back to jail. Pay for what he’s done.” I looked him in his eyes. “Do you really think that’s the answer? He escaped once, he’ll do it again. This one needs to go.” (he grabs her arm, she pulls away) “I understand you don’t think like I do. You’re a good man. (she gives him a quick kiss) Sometimes you have to do what’s right in your own mind. Not follow this damn badge you wear. So forgive me but this time we do it my way.” She quickly turns the corner and grabs the Mad Man by the neck. “Did you really think you would poison me and get away with it?” She breaks his arm that was holding the gun and the gun falls to the floor. “You messed with the wrong person.” (she grabs her knife and quickly slits his throat) The Detective looks at her and then goes over to the Therapist and takes the gag out of her mouth. “Are you ok?” He asks her as he starts to untie her. “You killed that man. You’re not a cop.” She looked in horror at me. “You will spend the rest of your life in jail.” She looks at the Detective. “Why aren’t you arresting her?” I walked over to her and put my knife to her cheek. “I just saved your ass. You should be thanking me.” The Detective pulls me away. “I’m calling the real cops.” (she starts to run to the phone) The Detective runs over to her and grabs the phone out of her hand. The next thing I know… one shot was fired. He shot her… for me.
 
 
 
DEAR DIARY, (blog 128)

Everything changed that day. We cleaned up the mess, hid the bodies and he did it like he’s done it his whole life. It was as if I was seeing a whole other side to him yet he seemed just like the Detective I’ve always known. I knew there was something he kept buried deep down. Something he tried hard to fight. I could see it in his eyes. (she stops to think) That’s when he spoke the unspoken and I learned more about the Detective that day… He grew up in the city. His mother stood home to raise them and his father went to work as a stock broker. He swindled millions of dollars from people without getting caught. The money and thrill went to his head. They eventually moved away to cover his tracks and soon things changed. He stood out late most nights, came home smelling of booze and perfume. He could hear the terrible fights from his room. The yelling turned to shattered glass and that turned to bruises on his mothers face. Soon the rage turned on all of them. One night his mother packed their bags while their father slept. She wanted to protect them and the only way she could do that was to run. They didn’t get far before there was flashing headlights behind them, it was his father. When she pulled over she begged his forgiveness as he held her by the throat. His mothers face turned blue as the Detective tried to pry his hands off her. His father pulled out a gun and in one shot she was dead. Shocked by what he actually done he fell to his knees and dropped it beside him. He held her lifeless body and begged his sons to forgive him. That’s when the Detective picked it up and in that second his father lay beside his mother. His brother came up behind him, put his hand on his shoulder and together they dragged the bodies into the woods. I had always known there was a connection between us. Something dark that made us who we are. Now I understand his pain and what he must live with. That is why he is so protective and why he became who he is. It has made him stronger because of it… like me. (she looks at the clock it’s 2am) Sleep well my Diary. (she glances over at the Detective asleep in bed) and you… (she smiles and lays down beside him) my Detective.
 
 
 
DEAR DIARY, (blog 129)

It’s been 12 days, 8 hours and 23 minutes without any blood on my blade. That has to be a record. (she grins) Playing house can be fun and I will say it has its perks, but a girl needs to keep true to herself. (she runs her fingers across the blade and then sets it in her holster) It’s time for a supply run and I found a new place just off the highway. It seems to be another so called “hidden” base. These men don’t know the meaning of the word hidden. (she shakes her head) Not that your average person could find it. (she smirks) The Military Man invited himself to go along as usual. I think he needs to see fallen blood just as much as I do. (she grins) I don’t think he knows that the Detective filled me in on their childhood. I will keep that to myself and it will now once again remain the unspoken. (she looks at the clock) This morning the Detective said they were bringing in a new trainee for him. He was waiting to see who it was and their file came in just as I was leaving. I think this is the first time they’ve ever had him train someone. (she taps her fingers on the table) I’ll have to check this new person out. (the Military Man walks in with a strange look on his face and hands her a coffee) “You’re going to need this.” (she glances up at him and gives him a look) “You know I don’t take well to guessing games. If you have something to tell me just say it.” (he runs his hands through his hair and almost regrets saying anything at all) “Did you know my brother is training someone?” (he takes a step back) “Yes. Why?” (she starts to get an agitated look in her eyes) “Nothing. She seems really nice.” (he looks at her and looks almost frozen) “She? So it’s a women?” (she starts to laugh) “Did you really think I’d be jealous?” (she gets up and grabs her duffle bag) “Come on we have work to do.” (he stops her at the door) “Not just any women.” (she drops the bag, grabs him by the arm and pushes him up against the wall with her blade to his throat) “You have about 30 seconds to speak.” (she looks in his eyes) “It’s his ex girlfriend…”
 
 
 
DEAR DIARY, (blog 130)

Jealousy is for the weak and I fight to keep no man. It’s not about trusting the other person it’s about trusting in yourself. If he were to hang himself, which I highly doubt, but let’s just play devils advocate and say he did, I would leave him just enough rope to do so. (she taps her fingers on the table) So you see my Diary, I don’t get jealous, I walk away. That’s one game I refuse to play. His loss would be someone else’s gain. (she grins) Then I’d slit both their throats. (she thrusts her knife into the table) So I went on the supply run with the Military Man as scheduled and I must say it was a better score then I thought. (she smiles) Oh how I love my toys. Then I met up with the Detective for dinner as we had planned before I left. He told me all about his new trainee and who she was, their history, and then told me he put in for someone else to train her. So he passed the test. (she grins) Long story short she was there when he first started his job. She use to do desk work, the book keeper, but he took her for a few shooting lessons and next thing you know she’s heading off to the police academy. They lasted a while and then well… shit happens. She wanted to get married, he was too involved at that time with finding his brother, she gave him an ultimatum and let’s just say she moved back to her home town and took a job there. Why she’s back here and why she wants this position now is the real question. (she stops to think) She could end up a problem but he assured me he’d never let that happen. I think however I’d like to meet this one for myself. Just a friendly little run in. (she pulls her knife from the table and puts it in her holster) A lot has changed since she left. She will learn you can’t have what is no longer yours. (her eyes get dark) Time to teach the trainee a few things.
 
 
 
DEAR DIARY, (blog 131)

Black jeans, white t-shirt. That’s what the last seen wearing post said. The Detective was silent that night when he came home. He knew I had something to do with her disappearance. He didn’t have to ask me. I don’t think he wanted to know. He sat there and ran his hands through his hair with that look he has when he’s thinking. I can see the constant battle in his mind. Is he fighting who he is or from becoming something he’s not? “Some things are better left unsaid.” That’s what he said to me yet again as he had me up against the wall and was looking so deep into my eyes before he kissed me. “You are like a drug.” He says as he’s taking off my shirt. I grab his belt buckle. “Then you better stay away.” I whisper into his ear as I start to take it off. “You are in every vein in my body. There is no turning back.” He grabs both my wrists and ties the belt around them. “No more talking.” … The next morning he was still asleep so I slipped out to grab us coffee. I kept picturing my run in with his ex. There was so much blood. The rage in me took over. If only he knew her real plan for coming back. (she stops to think) It doesn’t matter now. I did what I had to do. Just then the Military Man walks in the coffee shop and stands up close to me. I glance over at him. “Did the blood stains come out?” He put his money down on the counter for his coffee. “They did.” She takes her coffees and grabs a couple of muffins. “That’s good.” (she smirks) “You really shouldn’t have been there.” He grabs his coffee and throws down a tip. “Since when do I listen?” (he smiles) “You don’t.” (she grins) He walks with her to the door and she stops him for a moment. “The Detective can never know you had any part in this.” (she gets a serious look in her eyes and he gets a little closer) “I don’t want him to know any more then you do.” The Military Man starts to look frustrated. “When will you learn you can trust me?” She stops again and turns to him. “Sadly I already do… kinda.” She smirks and walks away. “Enjoy your coffee Military Man.” She walks to her car and he yells over to her. “You really know how to drive a guy crazy don’t you!” (he smiles and gets in his car) Now my Diary… what happened that day with the Detectives ex… that is one story that will not be told… yet.
 
 
 
DEAR DIARY, (blog 132)

The Detective had an out of town assignment. He wanted me to go but I don’t think he’d get much work done with me there. (she grins) Besides my diary, absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that other sentimental crap people say. (she laughs) Also I have had my eye on my next victim. (she smiles) Tall dark and handsome and let’s not forget rich. He has left me countless messages and now I think I have made him wait long enough. I love a guy who doesn’t give up, (she smirks) makes my job so much easier. We are meeting at a high class private restaurant. He wanted to pick me up but I insisted on driving myself. Silly boys. (she glances down at her nails) And I better not chip my polish tonight because I am loving this cherry red. (she smiles) So what to do with this one? (she taps her fingers on the table) Knife? Gun? My bare hands? A girl gets bored with the same old thing. (she glances down the hallway at some rope she has rolled up in the corner) That’s it… I haven’t strung anyone up in a while. (her eyes get dark) And he has a penthouse. How perfect. (she grins) The higher the better. The last time I done this was when I was sending a message to the Military Man. How times have changed. (she’s about to get up when her phone rings) Speaking of the devil. “I’m on my way out. Whatever it is save it for tomorrow.” (she hangs up on the Military Man) (the phone rings again) “Don’t try my patience.” (she’s about to hang up again when she hears an unfamiliar voice on the other end) “I wouldn’t hang up if I were you.” (she puts the phone fully back up to listen and gets an angry look in her eyes) “Good girl. Now if you want to see him alive you’ll do exactly what I say.” TO BE CONTINUED…
 
 
 
DEAR DIARY, (blog 133)

Some days your will is tested more then others. Today was one of those days. I listened as some prick told me what to do, rules to follow. (she thrusts her knife into the table) His voice echoed in my head… “Did you really think you’d kill the Detectives ex and get away with it? You ruined our plans. I don’t really care that she’s gone, I was planning on screwing her out of her half anyways, but I get real mad when some bitch comes in the way of me and my money. He would have paid a big ransom for her. He has too big of a heart not too, his downfall. He just can’t resist saving people. Can he? But you and your partner in crime, the Military Man as you call him, had to kill her. But as you know plans can change and now I have something even better… his brother… and soon to be you. That will cost him twice as much.” (he laughs) “Time to pay the piper.” … I could feel my blood coursing through my veins. I would tear him apart when I got my hands on him. “You’ll come in handy today my beauty.” (she grabs her blade and puts it in it’s holster) I had to call the Detective to make sure he was ok. He was working on some paperwork and said he wished I had gone with him. Right about now I wished I had too. It didn’t appear he knew anything that was going on. Do I say something? Warn him? If I do he’ll run right back here and right into the hands of a maniac. I can stop this before he ever has to know. So I said my goodbyes to him and it felt like the last time I would ever talk to him. “That’s crazy.” (she said to herself as she pushed the thought out of her head and started packing a few things) “This little baby of mine hasn’t been tested much but I think this will come in handy.” (she smiles and slips a small vial into her pocket) “Oh how I love my toys.” See you soon my Diary. Watch over the Detective for me. She grabbed her duffle bag and was on her way when a car crashed into hers and everything went black.
 
 
 

DEAR DIARY, (blog 134)

When I want something I get it. I don’t hold back. I don’t play games. I don’t wait. I don’t comply with demands. Give me one and you will always lose. (she grins) If you think you won or have the upper hand it’s because I let you. (she walks back and forth and then stops to put one stiletto on one of his knees and then quickly stabs her knife into his other one as he’s tied to a chair, he cries out in pain from under the duct tape on his mouth as she leaves the knife in) That black smoke knocked you out quick, one of my little inventions. Did you think I wouldn’t see you following me? I set that little crash up. I am rather pissed off I had to use one of my cars for that but I can always get another one. (she twists the knife in deeper till it hits the bone) I know you are working alone because you are too greedy to share the profits. You had a women partner because you think of us as the weaker sex, easily manipulated, some perhaps. She was. I’m not. How you managed to get the Military Man is another question. (she stops to think) You prey on weakness. So my guess was you told him you already had me, or at least that was the plan. Am I right? Oh sorry I forgot you can’t talk. (she grabs the knife out from his knee and cuts along side his face as blood covers the blade) No I won’t remove that duct tape just yet. (she starts to walk back and forth in front of him again) So no that couldn’t have been the answer. He would of call me to check. He’s not easily fooled. He’d want proof. (she starts to tap the blade with her fingers) So how you got his phone before he could do that was my next question. Then I realized you never had his phone at all. (she turns to him quickly and points her knife at him) See I unlike you am thorough. I knew someone like you couldn’t have possibly gotten the upper hand on him. So I traced back the location of the phone you spoofed using his number, disabled and redirected it and I called the Military Man and well… he answered. Don’t worry, I didn’t tell him what was going on. No need. I knew this was something I could handle myself. (she grins) So here you are. (she stops right in front of him and puts her face real close to his) So yes plans do change and yes this bitch came in the way of you and your money. (she takes the knife and cuts the duct tape off his mouth and there’s blood everywhere) Any last words? “Go to hell.” (he says to her) “Oh I plan on it.” (her eyes get dark and she slits his throat as he sits gasping for air) My last words for you… (she smiles) Never mess with the Villain.
 
 
 
DEAR DIARY, (blog 135)

Some things are better left unsaid. I find myself saying this more and more. The Detective doesn’t know the Military Man had a hand in her death and now the Military Man doesn’t know about this… and the day wasn’t over yet. (her eyes got dark) I grabbed some gasoline and I burnt his place down, his corpse in it. (she grins) I watched from a distance as the flames sparkled against the night sky. There’s something so peaceful about it. (she stops to think) What a shame I missed my date. (she looks down at all the missed calls and texts) He’ll get over it. (she tosses the phone inside her duffle bag) I am getting rather bored. Time to head back. Of coarse I crashed my car and had to erase all traces of his so I guess I will just have to find another ride home. (she smiles and starts to walk to the main road) Once I hit the city I will have my pick. (she grabs her compact and reapplies her lipstick) Time to get a car. (she sticks her thumb out when she sees an flashy expensive one coming up ahead, the car pulls over and the driver puts the window down) “You need a lift?” (he smiles and I could smell the money and arrogance a mile away) “My car broke down. Would you mind taking me home?” (she leans forward and he quickly opens the door for her) “I hope this is no trouble?” (she glances down and sees he quickly takes off his wedding ring and puts it in his pocket) “No. Not at all.” (he gives her a playboy grin) I knew this type. Handsome, suit and tie, leaves the wife home while he so called works late hours every night. I leaned back and he started driving. “It’s down that road. A little ways up ahead. Very private.” (I give him a look) He smiles and grips the steering wheel and starts to drive faster. “No. Slow down. Pull over.” (she says to him as she starts to raise her skirt a little) (he quickly pulls over) “Would you like to see what I have under this?” (she raises it a little more) “I’d give anything to.” (he says as he turns towards her) “You may regret saying that.” (she takes the knife out of her thigh holster and stabs it into his chest) “You wanted to see what I had.” (she smiles as he struggles and tries to pull her arm away but she stabs him a few more times) “Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to pick up strangers?” (he looks up at her as the blood pours from his mouth as he gasps for air) “I’ll take your car.” (she grins as she pushes him out the door, shoots him to be sure) “That was like taking candy from a baby.” (she sits in the driver seat, adjusts the mirror, pulls the visor down to check her hair and make-up) This has been one long day. But as they say… there is no rest for the wicked. (she grins, floors it and drives away)
 
 
 

DEAR DIARY, (blog 136)

I have a good side and a bad side. Most will never get to see the good. I have not let many in or many go that cross my path. I don’t need anyone. If you are in my life it’s because I want you there. I decide who stays and who goes. I am always in control. I want for nothing and no one. I get what I want. Yet here I find myself sitting in the darkness and waiting for something I never wait for… the light. It’s been 5 months 2 days and 9 hours since the Detective and the Military Man died in that explosion. It’s as if the whole world has stopped. That day will be forever etched in my mind… I had a bad feeling when they left. They were testing out the Military Mans new modified car. I had helped him build it so I stood behind. I decided to let the guys play for a while. (she smiles then it turns to sadness) The Detective called me from the parking lot while he was waiting for the Military Man to grab them some coffee when he spotted someone suspicious enter the gas station. He hung up quickly and that’s when I knew I had to get there and fast… but it was too late. The suspect shot the gas lines as I was getting out of my car a little ways up the road in shock. It was over in seconds. There were no bodies to recover, no one to bury. No one left to hold accountable, just myself. The blast took me back a bit and my hands were covered in little stones and blood. I folded them up so tight my nails were cutting into the skin. I just stood there unable to move as if I was frozen in time. Every emotion I had was gone… Then came the light, shining through the partially open curtain. I opened my eyes a little more and the sun was glaring in. I looked at my hands and the blood and cuts were gone. As I turned over the Detective put his hand on my waist and pulled me closer. “It’s too early to get up.” He smiled as he put the blankets back on me. The darkness is my life but that day I appreciated the light. I knew it was all just a dream my Diary and one dream I’d rather not have again…
 
 
 

DEAR DIARY, (blog 137)

Black leather boots, hair slightly tousled, perfume and my favorite red lipstick. Nothing makes a girl feel better then that. (she looks in the mirror as she puts her makeup in her bag) It’s our two year anniversary. Why people find the need to celebrate it like it’s some sort of miracle is beyond me. (she laughs) But I’ll entertain his traditional ways. (she grabs her weapons sitting on the marble countertop and places the knife in her thigh holster and puts the gun in her bag) My toys come with me everywhere. (she grins) (just then the Detective walks in) “Did I startle you?” (he walks up behind her and kisses her as he hands her a dozen red roses) “What do you think?” (she smirks as she takes the flowers and he gives her a grin as he sees her gun in her bag) “What? Like you don’t have yours?” (she gives him a look as she slides her hand around to the back of his waist and grips the handle of his gun) “Thought so. Nothing like a guy who packs hard metal.” (she grins) “You keep that up we’ll never make the reservation.” (he says as he grabs her hand) “I’d be ok with that.” (she smiles) “So would I but I know you’ll like this place. (he smiles) I had to book it two months in advance.” (she grabs her bag) “I could of gotten us on that list same day.” (she smirks) “No bloodshed tonight.” (he gives her a look as he opens the door for her) “Fine. I will be on my best possible behavior.” (she tries to make a serious face) The restaurant was very high class. I’ve seen this place. New owners bought it last year and spruced it up it seems. (she looks around) Very high end and it has a following so quickly. (she starts to tap at her fingers against her holster but quickly stops) That doesn’t happen this fast. (she looks around some more and is thinking) Something doesn’t feel right about it. (she spots the man standing by the back entrance) K-Man. Short for Killer. I’ve seen him before. This is a mobster run place. Men never do their homework. (she smiles at the Detective as he hands her a glass of champagne while all this is going on in her mind) “To us.” (she raises her glass and then glances at the far corner and sees a few men in blue suits) Something seemed to be going down. I won’t let a couple of thugs ruin this night for the Detective. So I excused myself to use the restroom to “freshen up my makeup.” (she heads towards the back room) If I take out these two, hide the bodies, by the time anyone even figures it all out we’ll have had our dinner and be long gone. (she grins) She takes her knife out. Have to do this quietly. She grabs the first guy and slits his throat, he drops to the ground. The second guy comes down the hall. Damn it, he’s too far. (she quickly puts the silencer on her gun) Right between the eyes. (she smiles) He drops. Now to clean this mess and fast. Her hands are covered in blood as she gets rid of the bodies. I need to wash this off. (she looks herself over) Not one drop anywhere else. Perfect. Just then the Detective starts to walk over to the rest area so she heads him off. “I was wondering what was taking you so long. I was getting worried.” (she grabs his hand and guides him back to the table) “Nothing. I just couldn’t find my lipstick.” (she says with a straight face) “Let’s eat I’m starved.” (she says as he stops and just stares at her) “No bloodshed tonight right?” (she grabs her glass and takes a sip) “Right. No bloodshed… ” (she grins)
 
 
 

DEAR DIARY, (blog 138)

The mind wants what it wants. Right now mine is telling me it needs a little bloodshed. (her eyes get dark as she takes her knife out) You are as sharp as ever. (she runs her finger across the blade and a small drop of blood drips down) Taking out a few of those guys at the restaurant made me want to take down the whole place. After all they did make me break a promise to the Detective and besides… it gives a girl something to do. (she grins as she starts to pack her duffle bag, then she walks down to her underground garage and it’s so silent all you can hear is her heels along the concrete floor) Which car to take? (she takes a quick glance around) Ah, you are coming with me today. (she grabs the keys to the Saleen and heads out) …When I got there I went ahead of everyone in line and gave my name. The man looked at his list, smiled and asked “Are you here alone?” Just then the Military Man walks up from behind her. “No, she’s with me.” I glanced over at him and grabbed his hand and squeezed it so tight my nails dug in. (the Military Man tries to play casual while a drop of blood hits the floor) “Right this way.” A women dressed in a neatly pressed pant suit takes them to a table as the Military Man pulls his hand away and quickly wipes the blood. “Is that any way to treat your date?” (he gives her a flirty grin) “Date? More like an intruder. I should drop you right here and leave your body for them to clean up.” (she grins as she sits down and he starts to run his hand through his hair like he’s thinking and finally he speaks) “I have been eyeing this place for a while. We are not that different. (he grabs his glass) I see an opportunity and I take it. This place is a gold mine. You see that man guarding the stairwell, word is there is gold, money, you name it down there. No one gets past him and his men. K-Man runs this town, gets paid by every business out there, well more like extorts them. So I figured before you wipe half the place out and burn it to the ground let’s see what they have. (he looks her in the eyes) Whether you like it or not we make a pretty good team.” (she puts her glass down and gives him a look as she starts to tap her fingers on the table) “I always wondered what you do on your spare time.” (he looks in her eyes again) “I need to do these things as much as you do.” (she pauses for a minute then glances at the man next to the stairwell) “How many guys are down there?” “Usually about ten, on a quiet day.” (she looks back at him) “Well I just love a good challenge. Let’s do this.”… TO BE CONTINUED
 
 
 
DEAR DIARY, (blog 139)

Tick tock, tick tock… was all I could hear as I tried to focus on dinner. We thought we my as well enjoy a good steak from the place since it was about to burn to the ground. (her eyes get dark) I glanced over at the Military Man as the waitress came over with the check. “This one’s on you.” (she grins) “Isn’t it always?” (he gives her a grin back) We went to the back where the rest rooms are. There was a long hallway. I remember exactly where this leads to since I just hid a few bodies here last week. I signaled him there was someone coming, body number one. The Military Man goes to the end of the hall and quickly grabs the guy and snaps his neck and drags the body to the hall closet. I come up from behind and check around the next corner, clear. There’s the body guard standing by the basement door, body number two. I grab my silencer, one shot through the head. I toss his body around the corner. We stop and listen as we go down each step. We can hear talking from a distant room. Someone starts to come down the stairs behind us, body number three, I slash his throat. The Military Man looks up and points to a camera. I grab my phone and pull the camera feed up and run it on a loop. The door starts to open, body number four, five and six. The Military Man smashed his gun into the first guys face and stabs the other, then shoots them both in the head while I take down the last one. Guts always make a mess. (she shakes her head) In the room on the very back wall there was a steal door with a key pad. We knew at this point we didn’t have much time. I grab my duffle bag and pull out a little device. The Military Man gives me a look. “What’s that?” I attach it to the keypad. “Watch and learn Military Man.” It reads the numbers and opens the door. Inside there’s shelves full of ammo, guns, gold bars and money amongst other things. “Jackpot.” (she grins) They quickly start loading up their bags. “Good thing there’s lots of guns here. You know we won’t get out of here without some major gunfire.” (the Military Man says to her as he starts to load the guns) Just then they hear men rushing down the stairs. “It’s party time…”
 
 
 

DEAR DIARY, (blog 140)

One wrong move and it’s over. That’s what I told him right before he was shot. The bullets came out of no where. Some men are harder to go down then others and this one seemed to have risen from the dead. The Military Man was bleeding from his upper shoulder and neck. That didn’t stop him but I had to. The plan just changed. I ripped my shirt to wrap the wounds and we knew we were getting surrounded. The bullet was lodged and needed to come out before he bled to death… time to go big. I reached in my duffle bag and pulled out a tiny explosive. The Military Man just looked at me like I was insane. It wasn’t the first time I’ve seen that look. (she grins) “We blow out the back of this place and that’s how we get you out of here.” I turn around quick to take out a few more of K-Man’s men as the Military Man looked faint and starts to go down. “No! You get up soldier! Your time isn’t up yet!” I wrap his arm around my shoulders and lift him up. I take him to the far corner as I get ready to blow the place. “Here we go… three, two, one…” There was a loud explosion and debris flies everywhere. The back wall is opened. “You are lucky this basement is only half underground.” I said as I lift him up. “You’ll have to squeeze through and meet me at the car.” The Military Man looks at her. “I’m not leaving here without you.” He starts to fall over again as blood drips down onto the floor. “You’re not. I’m just giving you time to get out while I hold them off. I’m right behind you.” He looks in her eyes. “Promise me.” (she looks at him) “I don’t do promises. You know that. Now go!” (she pushes him towards the way out and starts to open fire on a group of men approaching) The Military Man suddenly falls unconscious.
 
 
 

DEAR DIARY, (blog 141)

Do you believe in fate? …Time briefly stood still as the sound of gunfire echoed through my head. I fired back and made my way to the Military Man. There was a lot of blood. He was weak but still breathing. There wasn’t much time. He came to for a moment but we had to get out of there. I knew by the sounds of footsteps retrieving we were no longer alone. The gunfire was now aimed in the opposite direction. I heard man after man drop to the floor, necks snapping, one shot kills, this person was good. Then the sound of that singular set of footsteps was heading in our direction. I knew who this was… the Detective. He ran in the room and over to us. “We need to move quickly. My men are on their way.” He lifted the Military Man up and over his shoulders. I followed close behind keeping watch. Once again I am in awe of this man that stood before me. I should have known he’d be the first on the scene and that he might have an idea who was behind this. He always knows. He’s good at what he does. (she stops to think) Too good. The ride to his place was silent. He drove while I started to work on the Military Man to stabilize him. The Detective just gripped the steering wheel with one hand and brushed his hair back with the other. I knew he was deep in thought. This is the way he looks when he’s trying to push who he is aside. He’s the good guy. We’re not. I can see he loses a little bit of himself every time he has to turn a blind eye. He’s a good man. (she looks at him and decides to break the silence) “I want to say I’m sorry for being me but I can’t.” (he looks back at her in the rearview mirror) “I know and I don’t want you to.” (he reaches back and grabs her hand) “Let’s just get back and save my brother.” … (later that evening) Diary, I can feel the Detective’s pain. I knew the day may come when I might have to leave him to save him. Or do I just kill them both? Walk away and continue my life before they ever entered it. Yet this has become our lives and if I leave I hurt him maybe more then staying. (she gets up and cuts three small strips from a piece of paper and starts to write on each one) “Stay, Leave, Kill them both” (she says out loud then folds the papers into small squares and tosses them in to a little box) “I will pick one at random and that will decide all our fates.” (she shakes the box and reaches in and pulls one out… slowly she unwraps the paper reading which one was selected) “The decision is made.” (she drops the paper, grabs her blade and walks away)
 
 
 

DEAR DIARY, (blog 142)

Kill them both, stay or leave. Those were the choices. Sometimes you have to do things that take away a small part of you but they need to be done. That’s what I told myself. There wasn’t much blood. They didn’t deserve that kind of ending. I made sure it was clean and quick. I sat there for a while just staring at their lifeless bodies. I touched the Detectives cheek and it was so cold. I knelt down beside him and dropped my knife. He still had his suit on from work. It was always so neatly pressed. (she runs her hand over the collar) He could make a suit look good. (she had a sad smile) I want to thank you. (a tear runs down her face) You showed me a side of myself I kept down for so long. A side I didn’t know I had. You were loyal at all cost. (she wipes the tear and turns away quickly) This is why I never planned on letting anyone in. (she grabs the knife, puts it back in its holster, then stops to think) There is risk in everything we do. I knew that. You knew that. Yet you stood by my side. But in this ending this was the way it was always meant to be. (she grabs a sheet and covers him) Now you are at peace. (she walks over to the Military Man still laying in the bed hooked up to I.V.) You were a good rival. (she runs her hand over his arm) You always knew how to get on my nerves but you were a lot like me in some ways. Maybe that’s why we butted heads. (she grins) I don’t know how you did it this long. You never gave up. I know it couldn’t have been easy for you seeing me with your brother. Maybe in a different life but not this one. (she grabs the other sheet and covers him) Rest well soldier… I sat there deep in my own thoughts alone in the dark waiting for the next day. When it came the sunset looked beautiful that morning. A small ray of sun casted it’s light on the piece of paper that decided my fate. All these images ran through my mind. Images I am glad were just that. Sometimes we need to see what could have been to appreciate what is. (she grabs the paper and reads it out loud) It said “Stay” So I did. (she smiles and looks over to the Detective as he’s just waking up and he looks over at her sitting on the floor besides the bed) “Is everything alright?” (she looks at him for a minute before speaking) “It will be.” (she smiles and puts the little piece of paper in her pocket) The Detective looks at her like he knows what she’s thinking. (he reaches out to grab her hand) “Stay.” (she lifts her head quickly and stares into his eyes) “We have all the time in the world.”
 
 
 

DEAR DIARY, (blog 143)

The next couple of weeks were quiet. The Detective didn’t speak a word to me about what happened although I knew what he was thinking. I know he’s not happy that me and his brother get into these… situations. Once the Military Man recovered he went on a little trip by himself. He said he needed a change of scenery. I think it was more the conversation him and the Detective had shortly after we arrived back home. I thought we all could use a change so the Detective and I went to the mountains. The cold crisp air, the untouched snow, it’s just what I needed. I go every year around this time. Of coarse the Detective had to bring his work with him. He used up all his vacation time on all these… situations that come up. (she looks over at him sitting on the table with his laptop) So I decided to take a walk. I knew this place like the back of my hand. Let’s have some fun my beauty. (she grips her blade then places it in it’s holster) There’s a few new shops in town and I see sparkles from here. The sun shining through the window onto the jewelry was beautiful. I do love my diamonds. (she smiles) No one will suspect a thing in the broad daylight. (she takes a quick scan around) I opened the door and the place was already decorated for the Holidays. The bell on the door jingled as it closed. The shoppers inside were very high class and the man behind the counter wore a suit and had the longest mustache neatly combed I’ve ever seen. (she grins) This was going to be one of the easiest yet. Just as I was about to make my move I see a man rush in the door with a ski mask waving a gun and he went straight up to the man behind the counter. “You got to be kidding me.” I said to myself. “Everyone get on the ground and no one gets hurt!” He yelled out. Everyone around me started dropping to the floor crying. I stood up. “You want to die? I said get on the ground now!” He looked over at me and the gun went from the salesman to me. TO BE CONTINUED…
 
 
 
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