I stood In front of room one twenty-five, my card in hand, dressed like I did when I left that morning; blue shoes, long jeans and a big breezy silk top. The make up made my face pale and riddled with old wounds, it was necessary, if I didn't want to be recognized.
Anyway, that wasn't my problem. I opened the door and walked in, falling on the bed immediately. My hands were trembling, I was quivering and my heart was beating fast; I just killed someone. How the hell did I expect to be fine?!
But why did he run? Why did he force my hand? He should have just gone into the car like I told him.
Dammit.
No matter, how many times I repeated those words in my head, they didn't calm my nerves.
I got off the bed and made for to the shower, my clothes dropping on the floor as I head towards it. By the time I got to the bathroom door, I had already left a trail of dirty clothes. Not minding that fact, I went in. Turned on the shower and let the water flow down my body for a whole twenty minutes before I head back into the room to cover my self up with a big night gown. I didn't have to worry about the makeup because it could only be washed off by a sort of chemical. However, this type of makeup was only authorized for police undercover use only.
I lay on bed and closed my eyes.
*******
'Dammit don't…'
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"Ehhh!!!" I gasped, springing up from the bed like I was about to suffocate. I looked left and right and forward. There was no one there.
'Oh God it's just a dream' I thought, relieved although I was still sweating profusely.
This wasn't going to work. I have to figure out a way to drown the trauma. I got out of bed, went over to the hotel phone and dialed a number. It went through.
"Room service" the receiver said.
"I need a bottle of whiskey"
YESTERDAY EVENING
…9AM…
I looked to my left and picked up the bag of chocolate chips I was eating. I dipped my gloved hand inside it, all I found was a chip.
Great, just great
I threw the chip into my mouth and slowly crushed it, picking up my phone for the same time. I looked at the screen; October 20th. That is; I counted with my fingers… Seven.I have been on a stake out in front of his house for seven good nights.
'Huh' I exhaled. Well, it's not like this isn't necessary, I'm going after a Solider after all.
Let me explain. The second person involved in Autumn incident is a Young Man named Patrick Zack. His father is a retired General of Chi country, my country. Due to his service in the army, he insisted that one of his children would serve as well. Apparently, his wife gave him two girls and a boy so automatically, the boy was going to serve; he just had to make it through college first.
But his son Patrick didn't want to go so he failed himself in exams and got stuck in college. Being a bully. But unlike the first guy, Paul, he prefered his victims dead. Autumn was just one of the many he attempted to kill.
When I was going through his school records, there was a case he was involved in. The raping of a twelve yr old junior student. The police took statements from the both of them and used it to take the matter to court. Although he was never convicted of the crime, the file still remained. The last lines of the little girl's statement, is the power fueling my seven-night-empty-stomach stake out.
She said, "What have I done to deserve this pain, this monster. He has no humanity in him. I was crying and begging him but he still tore my clothes and stuck that thing into my body. I was bleeding, from his penetration and from the bottle he broke on my forehead. He just stood over me, smiling. As if it wasn't enough, he kicked me and I rolled down the hill. I was covered in my own blood, in his semen; pointy branches pierced my body; he… he… left me there to die. I hope he rots in hell."
And that is exactly why I'm here, to make absolute sure of that.
*jingle*
*jingle*
Door bell rings in the distance. I snapped, pulled back to reality by the jingle. I looked towards the sound, a door just opened. Light flew into the streets from the open door. Patrick stepped out and closed it behind him.
'Ah, my fish is here'
I got out of the car, my silenced gun in hand. In this part of the neighbourhood, 9am was no different from midnight because no one walked the streets at that time; except Of course the area police, which was why I had to be fast before they passed by and see me.
I sprint towards him, quietly. He, on the other hand, was busy tossing out the trash that he didn't notice me until he closed the garbage can and turned around… I pointed the gun at him.
"Jesus Chri…"
"Shhh, don't speak such a holy name with your unholy mouth."
"See men, I have money. I can give you any amount you want just please put the gun down."
He went on his knees begging. I came closer, to grab him but he was faster . He threw sand into my eyes and ran.
'Dammit, don't run you son of a bitch'
I went after him, like a mad dog. At that moment, I was hungry, tired, cold, sleep deprived; in short, there was nothing sane about the lady chasing him but he didn't know that. We ran for a few minutes, I was tired but he was still running.
'Shit, at this rate I will lose him for good'
'I hate soldiers'
I raised my gun, aimed…. and fired. He stumbled and crashed to the ground. Whether it hit him or not, I didn't care. At that moment, I just wanted him dead. I fired again at his arm. Then walked up to him. He was bleeding, on both his arm and his leg. I laughed maniacally; so it both hit. I've got one hell of a shot. I bent over to look at him; he kicked me in between the legs.
"Oh!" I grabbed my groaned in the pain He staggered to his feet and started limping away..
That son of a bitch
I pulled out a knife from my coat, "You are so dead."
I grabbed the air, springing to my feet. I raced up towards him. He was fast, but I was faster, closing the gap between up. I thrust the knife in my hand and drove it into his back.
"Ah!" He screamed, lost his footing and crashed onto the coal tarred floor.
Blood soaked his shirt and it kept spreading. I yankrd out the knife and then; I stabbed him again, again and again. Some how he managed to turn over, his cold dark eyes staring at me, blood dripping out of his mouth. He struggled to speak, to beg but I couldn't hear anything other than the adrenaline rush in my veins. I climbed on top of him.
"Do you think you can run, do you think you can run after hurting me Miller. Die, you son of bitch, die." I stabbed him in the stomach, he coughed up blood. It splattered on my shirt.
I stabbed him again and again anywhere I could. My muscles contracted, my face squeezed and rage burning inside me. I was looking anymore,I was slaughtering.
His blood pool on the ground and damped my jeans. I didn't stop until I was couldn't lift my arms anymore. I heaved distressfully, my heart beating faster and faster. I wiped the sweat dripping over my eyes and looked at him.
I froze, breathless.
Unholy shit!