Chapter two
I had to make sure all of the tools of the trade were securely stashed away. I didn’t want him to feel like I was throwing my profession in his face. He was obviously distraught and looking for any kind of life support. Running on empty fueled by hatred was going to leave him exposed and vulnerable.
I heard the doorbell and I got this jittery feeling like I had been drinking too much coffee. This would be the first time I had ever had a guest stay over for any more than 1 hour of unbridled passion. It was time for them to leave after the deed was done. Kicking them to the curb was necessary to acquire my beauty sleep. It was also a defense mechanism to keep myself from falling too quickly for a pretty face.
It was one of the many things my benefactor had taught me over those three months in rehabilitation. His words still followed me like a dark cloud. Losing him had sent me into an emotional tailspin. I climbed out of the abyss by focusing on the work I had inherited in his name.
Jason knew that I was struggling from the moment I entered onto the premises. We got to talking and he finally opened up about his past. It was a little jarring to hear him speak of the cold and clammy hand of death with such callous disregard for human life. It finally dawned on me this was my way to exact my own personal vengeance.
I think he enjoyed the attention and how fascinated I was by his stories. When we got out, I knew that he was on borrowed time and I took full advantage of his need for personal comfort. I didn’t have to sleep with him and he was more a father figure.
The annoying reminder that Calvin was waiting at the door was making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
“Keep your pants on.” I had on the same blue jeans, but this time the top was a sweater with nothing on underneath it.
I felt constricted in underwear in any form. I didn’t believe in the necessity to dress up for the occasion. I was more at home casual without putting on airs. I didn’t even bother cleaning up not really caring what his opinion of me was. I did a quick inspection of the bathroom and got rid of some of my tricks to what most would consider my fountain of youth.
“I’m getting some dirty looks from your neighbors. They might call the cops if you don’t open the door soon.” My hair was in disarray and in desperate need of a washing.
I couldn’t remember when I did a wash for my clothes. They must’ve been piling up and would need to be taken care of.
“Come in already. You can take the room down the hall on the left. The one at the far end is off limits and the one across from it is for authorized personnel. I think you understand what I mean by that. When my door is closed nobody is to enter for any reason. If you don’t think I’m serious then take the risk and see for yourself.” I walked ahead of him feeling like he was watching my every move. Being in an enclosed space was never one of my favorite things to do.
I was surrounded by death at an early age. I had become numb to those things that would make most people cringe and close their eyes in horror. I believe that the punishment should fit the crime. It was my signature and something that carried with it a distinct scar on my soul. The faces of my victims were horrible people and deserved a fate worse than death.
“There’s not a feminine touch in here. It’s clinical…cold and impersonal without anything to give it that homey feeling. I don’t mean to judge, but you could really use some light in this place.” The drapes were drawn to give me the illusion of privacy in a world of chaos.
“Don’t even think about opening up those drapes. I like things a certain way and I’m not comfortable with change.” I had to take a shower and running from the law last night was a perilous ordeal. I had gotten too caught up in what I was doing to see the writing on the wall.
“I’ll find some way to amuse myself. You don’t even have a television. What the hell do you do for fun?” I turned and pointed to an array of books on a shelf. I found losing myself in the moment through other characters something of a reprieve.
“It wouldn’t hurt you to crack a book once in awhile. There’s plenty of food in the cupboards and the fridge. I live modestly, but I can afford anything you want. Make a list and post it to the fridge. My lifestyle is pure. I don't put anything into my body that isn’t organic. You know how many pesticides go into store-bought food every day?” I didn’t want to preach, but I had to do something to get it off my mind.
My faithful companion was raising his ugly head. I considered my sex drive a man with only one thing on his mind. My thoughts were cluttered with death, but there was always that crack in my armor to allow an unsuspecting victim into my lair.
“I do see that you have an eclectic mix in your collection. I’ve always been partial to mysteries.” I enjoyed a more subdued kind of literature. I needed the space between my life and what I found within the pages of some literary masterpieces.
“I like to consider myself well-rounded. I go out of my way to do different things for the sake of saying I did it once. I’m perfectly comfortable in my personal haven. This place is designed specifically for my needs. The walls are soundproof so that nobody can hear you scream.” I was poking fun and I could see the gears working in his head.
“I hope you’re joking. I’m sure there are ways for you to make me scream and not necessarily in pain.” This was the first inkling that something physical might happen between us.
“I have this need to repeat myself about my door being closed to visitors. There is no lock, but I have a snub-nosed revolver underneath my pillow for such an occasion.” He didn’t look scared and the object outlined in his pants told me of his excitement.
“We will have to play it by ear. You never know what strange bedfellows will make. Sometimes you don’t know a good thing until it’s right in front of you.” I was not opposed to doing something, but it had to be on my terms. I didn’t like the control being wrenched from my hands.
“I don’t know why this is hard for you to understand. What you see standing in front of you is off limits. I won’t be responsible for my actions if you get too close. I always sleep with one eye open. The slightest noise will wake me up from a dead sleep. You could say I tapped into those instincts of a mother waiting for their crying baby to inform them of their needs.” I was still female, but I could easily become the predator and not the other way around.
“We can talk about that later. I brought some things and I hope that you will appreciate the length I have gone to make it easier on the both of us.” He lifted his lone bag which was gray and had no real label to indicate it was something high end.
It was nondescript and maybe he was learning to be less conspicuous. The blueprints he had acquired from the city were a red flag. He was leaving bread crumbs in his wake.
“I didn’t ask for your help and this doesn’t prove anything to me. In fact, I would say that you have gravely made a mistake. This thing could go sideways. Let’s say everything goes off without a hitch. They will still investigate you and what happens when they find out that you had the blueprints to this man’s home in your possession? Don’t even answer and we both know living behind bars is not an option for you.” I was trying not to show the anger seeping through every word.
“I’m not an idiot. I got these off the Internet at a café offering free Internet to all of its customers. I made sure not to leave any sticky fingerprints in digital format.” I was actually mildly impressed, but he still needed to know that his actions had consequences.
I walked away from him and I wasn’t even thinking. I peeled off my sweater and dropped my pants at the threshold to the bathroom. It finally dawned on me that I was completely naked and at the mercy of his hungry appetite for my form.
“Don’t even get any bright ideas about joining me in the shower. I’m comfortable in my own skin and this isn’t an invitation. I never even thought you were in the room when I took off my clothes. It just goes to show how much influence you have in my life.” I slammed the door shut loud enough to make him aware of how his health would be jeopardized by opening it up again.
The water was steaming up the room and then I turned it to freezing cold to give me a chill right to my bones. I didn’t want the temptation of making him think I was an easy target for seduction. I did want him, but his arrogance made him less likely to find me on my back looking at the ceiling with him on top of me.
“Scarlet, you should always take time to smell the roses. This life can bury you in feelings of regret and recrimination. Find yourself something of an anchor. It doesn’t matter what it is as long as you can lose yourself in it without thinking about those who have fallen at your hand.” My benefactor was a wealth of information and every word coming out of his mouth was like gold. I’d made sure to soak everything in like a sponge.
My body shivered to the touch from the freezing cold droplets making contact with my skin. It made me aware that I was alive. People were living on life support waiting for somebody to show them the mercy of pulling the plug. I wasn’t one of them. I couldn’t even begin to think in those linear terms.
“I hope I’m not disturbing you. I’m not going to open up the door. I find myself curious to know what is in the other room under lock and key.” I was making the effort to meet him halfway, but he was stepping over the line I had drawn in the sand.
“You don’t want to go in there and once you see it there’s no going back.” I thought for a moment I had dissuaded him from continuing this line of questioning.
The silence was a breath of fresh air and then I heard the unmistakable sound of a body slamming up against the door. I quickly got out and wrapped my body in a towel to avoid any miscommunication.
He was standing at the door with the hinges barely hanging on. He was impetuous and acted without thinking. This man didn’t know the meaning behind the word no. He lived his life by following the beat of his own drum. This was something we had in common although I would never admit to any kind of shortcomings.
“I hope you’re satisfied. You act like a child throwing a tantrum when you don’t get things your way. I can see from how your face turned white as a ghost that you don’t approve.” My many trophies were lined up in glass jars filled with formaldehyde. It contained various body parts which had left many coroners shaking in their boots.
“This is serial killer behavior. I thought I was hiring a professional and not some deranged killer.” I slipped past him. I could smell his natural scent and was very tempted to drop my towel to give him something more to think about. Those jars of discarded body parts were my safe place.
“What did you expect to find in this room? I was hiding all of this for a reason. I thought it best to keep some of my life to myself. These are sacred in my eyes. They hold stories that I’m reminded of during the witching hour. I come in here from time to time to take a walk down memory lane.” They were my security blanket. I needed them and without them, I could become jaded and unfeeling.
“I thought I was going to find guns and other useful paraphernalia in our quest for vengeance.” Those particular delights were under my bed in a locked box. This room was my joy and a chance to rekindle the spark for the reason why I was doing this.
My family’s tragedy was another ones gain. I didn’t want any of this to happen to some unsuspecting victim. It was inevitable bad things would happen. The prudent course would be to stop it before it did, but it wasn’t always that easy. Predicting when somebody was going to snap was an art form which I had barely scratched the surface of.
“I keep those things close at hand in case there is a need to use them.” The terry cloth towel was slipping and I wasn’t about to show my embarrassment over my nudity.
“I want to pretend I didn’t see this, but I can’t do that. It’s disturbing to think that you can find any good reason to come in here. I should be appalled, but it actually makes me horny.” That was quite apparent by the length of his pipe pressing obscenely against his pants. There was this moment of indecision.
I dropped my towel to see what reaction I was going to get. I was about to find out.