Successor (3 of 4)
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This was insane was what it was. Pure folly, yet here she was with his hair grown out again and walking down the same street late at night, a shoulder bag slung across her chest.
This Time though, it was her who was doing the hunting.
She had nearly given up when she rounded the corner and nearly bumped into him. She'd recognize that face anywhere, so deeply branded in her memories.
She hesitated.
"Well well, what's a sweet little thing like you doing here? Back for more?"
"I--"
"No need to talk sweetie. I'll show you a good Time, just like last Time ain't that right? Yeah I bet you liked it!"
She was silent as he grabbed her by the arm making her wince sharply and dragged her to a painfully familiar alley.
"Little sluts like you like things rough. Knew you'd be back for more."
When she stepped in by herself the men inside peered around her curious for their companion, "Where's the oaf? Don't tell me he couldn't even wait till after to take a piss."
She interjected shyly, "He--he said there was something he wanted to show me in here."
The men hooted and howled at her compliance and a man came up to her, "Well why didn't you say so? "
She heard a few mutters go around as she was led to the inner room, grinning as he sized her up.
The stale stench of sex clung to the grimy room.
Behind her the men were filing in, preventing her from leaving. They had their prey, and were now openly jeering, "First one to ever just walk in." "Fucking naive cunt." "Don't tell me he popped a pill again... it's no fun if they're just lying there."
And then there was an odd gurgling sound and the man guiding her fell to his feet.
She glared up at them from under her hoodie as pulled the knife out of his neck.
The room she painted a beautiful red that night, and when she stepped out into the alley, she wiped off and slid the knife into the dead man's hands outside. It was the last Time she would ever see any of them.
She left in a large hoodie that she hadn't been wearing before, bag stuffed full with CDs and storage devices.
Things went back to normal. The nightmares faded. He went to school, he worked the evenings and nights, visited the hospital, and slept a few precious hours to rinse and repeat until the weekend hence he would crash.
It was when he was mopping up after a spill in the night club one day that a sharp pang shot through his abdomen and he keeled over, clutching himself as if wounded.
Would that it was a wound instead.
Finally recognizing the fatigue and odd weight, he shakily felt the hard lump.
It seemed his assailants that night had left him a a memento.
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