• Chapter#1 Blood Red

    She lay in a heaping pile of blood, her eyes became dull, her heart beat gradually became slower with each passing minute, there was an over bearing sensation of pain in her stomach, her mouth began to drip sloppy red pools of drool. ‘So this it…I’m really going to die.’ She thought bitterly. She didn’t make any motion of movement, her eye lids became heavy and slowly she became plagued in a world of darkness the last thing she remembers hearing is an agonizing yelp in pain to her left then in one foul swoop as her eyes fluttered shut the world to her vanished.

    Beep, beep, beep

    “Ah,” a girl with short stubby chocolate hair half-screamed jerking up in her bed and gazing over to a uniquely and rather cliché placed side table next to her bed, she sighed before whacking a certain contraption off the table and falling back down on her bed and burying her head in a soft stuffed pillow. “Ugh Sunday; stupid alarm clock,” She sighed into the pillow before slumping out of bed. “Damn night terrors…” she grumbled as she dragged herself into her stone cold bathroom.

    She slipped out of her purple lingerie and black stockings and engulfed her naked body in invigorating water, and slid down to the very bottom of her single shower, her half opened hazel eyes staring blankly up at the nozzle as the water and shoot down her body cooling her heated body.

    “It’s going to be a long day…” she groaned to herself inwardly. Her eyelids began to slowly close her over eyes and leave her dripping wet in the cool shower as water poured down upon her naked body; fatigue had consumed her.

    “Mew…meow?” a calico cat mewed before swiping her paw across the plastic rectangle shaped side of the shower, the only life form inside the shower stall, it groaned and moved slightly then remained motionless. “Meow,” the cat hissed swatting at the side of the shower wall, awaking the life that had taken vacancy inside it “What…uh, huh?” the figured moaned, the figured slowly and very intoxicated-like gained its footing the cramped shower capacity and slumped out of the shower; only emerging its head then the rest of its body. “Tiger,” the figure groaned before staring blind eyed at the personally installed bathroom clock and shrieking. “Ah, Tiger, I feel asleep in the shower again I’m going to be late for work again!” the figured screamed rushing out of the shower and accidently stepping on the cat’s tail.

    Silently cursing to herself, the woman scattered around her small apartment in the nude. Thankfully the navy blue curtains were closed at the time shielding her shame, she hadn’t thought of doing her hair or applying makeup, nope, at the time dressing herself and making it to work only a tad late occupied all of her mind. Stampeding out of her apartment while only in her uniform, no jacket, and all the while still trying to run and put on her shoes at the same time…she failed tragically. Today definitely was not her day, falling asleep in the shower, forgetting her makeup and to style her frizzy hair, and to add up on the chaos she just missed the elevator the only chance for her to pause and take the time to slip her small feet into what would be the death of her…three inch heels. ‘Obviously God hates me…’ she thought bitterly to herself as she pumped her skinny legs forward rushing down the four flights of stairs, sweat dripping down her delicate and disgruntled at the moment face.

    She jumped the last four steps, nearly skidding across the newly polished/mopped floors, obviously regretting not taking the time to put on her shoes. She sighed to herself, blew a fly-away strand of her hair out of her eyes and dashed out the clear glass doors and pumping her legs down the sidewalk, before jaywalking across the street as cars began to honk their horns irritably at the young adult, she herself having trouble deciding whether she should ‘flip them the birdie’. In the end she decided against, she had enough problems at the moment and the chance of being in and hit and run accident for her rude actions wasn’t in that category.

    She burst through a restaurants twin double doors panting sweat pouring down from her head and armpits soaking her uniform, she stood there in her uniform and black knickers appearing rather flushed and embarrassed, she felt her cheeks heat up and the peering eyes on her. She muttered an apology before taking part of her white blouse and attempted to pull it over her head and hide her shame revealing the lower part of her stomach. This was going to be one of the most embarrassing moments in her life; and to think this was the third time it occurred. Obviously, third time’s the charm does not exist in her life.

    “Minnie…” an irritated voice hollered through two white double doors similar to the entrance doors only these led the woman to her doom. “Ugh, I’m so fired,” she stated, cupping her face with her hands, only to realize then that she still had remained shoeless and was now ruining the marble floors with her dirty knickers. “Crap…” she murmured to herself, she breathed in a gulp of air only to blow it out as she reached the door that we lead to her death. Minnie hobbled into the kitchen and attempted to put on an apologetic face but failed and was stuck with an expression that seemed to be a mix between embarrassment and loathing.

    “Minnie,” the voice repeated, it was very masculine, Minnie just gazed at her feet, refusing to make eye contact with her boss. “Yes sir,” she said sounding rather ashamed, but her expression gave way and her attempts to gain pity to make her punishment a little worse than necessary.

    ‘Damn it…I can’t get fired now, not now, I just moved out of aunt Kathleen’s spare bedroom, I need money now more than never, that blasted apartment rent will be the death of me.’ Minnie thought to herself.

    Minnie followed her overweight boss outside the restaurant into the back alley behind the restaurant. “Michelle,” Minnie gazed up, responding to her real name. “This is the third time you’ve made a fool of yourself, this kind of behavior is scary the customers!” her boss scolded her raising his voice, “I know…at least I’m not late today, right?” she asked hopeful, her boss sighed before responding, “Michelle…you are right at that, but this is the third time your arrived at work missing some item of clothing, today it was your shoes, last month it was your knickers, and six months ago it was your…well I won’t go into details.” Minnie blushed as she recalled her second day at work, she arrived late and bra-less…let’s just say her male co-workers got a kick out of it, unfortunately so did the male customers.

    “Minnie, I’ve grown very fond of you the last six month’s but if you keep this up next time your fired, I’m sorry.” Her boss stated, she nodded her head before retreating into the sanctuary of the kitchen, she temporarily fled to the bathroom and examined her chocolate tresses to find them frizzy and unmanageable, and she sighed before running her hands through it in a futile attempt to fix it. At least then it appeared…less hideous would be the correct term. ‘My life sucks…’ Minnie thought, inwardly cringing, ‘how much worse can my life get?’

    “Minnie, stop stalling in the bathroom and get your butt out there young lady!” she heard her boss’s shrill voice and sighed before ‘preparing to face the music’. She slumped out of the bathroom and with a large intake of breath straightened her posture and put on a happy façade.

    She braced herself as she exited the kitchen with a happy grin placed on over her rosy lips; she stood in front of the kitchen doors, as the host past her handing her two menus and ordered her to serve a couple off in the far back in one of the booths waiting a little less than patiently to be served. Minnie sighed before walking very carefree like over to the couple, who couldn’t be more than thirty. She greeted them with a happy face and handed each a menu, she appeared happy but on the inside she was ready to bang her head into the nearest wall. “What do you recommend here for brunch?” asked the male of the couple, ‘How about the “my life is going to hell” soup, or the “someone please shoot me now” ham and cheese omelet?’ Minnie thought sarcastically.

    “Well we have an assortment of gourmet foods for brunch, there’s the blueberry pancakes with fresh blackberry syrup, or one of our chief’s could cook you a fresh omelet with your chose of ingredients, that or---” she was cut off as the elder gentleman raised his palm, as if he was admitting defeat. “That sounds lovely, we’ll have the blueberry pancakes, thank you.” He stated, the woman, practically wrapped around his arms, piped up at voice as she began to scribble down their order.

    “May I have my pancakes without blueberries, and instead boysenberry?” the woman asked, her voice was high and rather annoying, “Sure, no problem.” Minnie stated on the verge of cracking. “Now what about drinks, do you have any wine, preferably wine from 1978?” the man asked, he had a grin planted over his lips, while the woman, most likely his wife or girlfriend, sighed into his chest. “Oh Daniel, the year I was born,” she said as she planted a kiss upon his cheek, all the while Minnie sat back growling, obviously her façade was long abandoned. ‘Get a room.’ Minnie thought angrily.

    “Only the best for you babe, it is the best year I say,” the man, Daniel, said as he kissed his wife/girlfriend upon her cherry lips, Minnie was having trouble holding in her gags. ‘Yeah right best year my a**, the year Charlie Chaplin’s coffin was stolen, and the year terrorist attack a mail truck killing 45 pedestrians, yeah best year alright…’ Minnie thought harshly with sarcasm thick in her mind.

    Minnie turned on her heal leaving the couple to make ‘goo-goo’ faces at one another, she grumbled to herself as she entered the kitchen, she approached the nearest and remotely free at moment chief and handed him the list, not making eye contact, she was about to exit the oversized kitchen when the sound of her boss’s voice filled her ears. ‘Busted,’ Minnie slowly turned around to face her boss, as he towered over her she sighed in reply, “Minnie, you’ll be staying a few extra hours tonight as punishment for arriving in the condition you did today no more fooling around, you’ll be locking up tonight around midnight or so, no buts.” He stated rather calmly, she could only gape at him as he walked away from her and resumed managing the kitchen area.

    “…Today cannot possible be any worse!” Minnie mumbled to herself, she felt like crawling into a small corner and curling up into a little ball so she wouldn’t have to face the cruelty and unfairness that the world has to offer.

    Minnie stomped her feet as she stalked out of the kitchen, tore a few menu’s from the hostess’s arms and stormed around the tables while grumbling at the customer’s about what they would like to order. She didn’t take the time to care about the fact that she had to now serve five different tables, she didn’t care that half the people she served had a sour attitude, no, all she cared about was herself at the moment her selfish, arrogant, rude self. That and how she would have to spend more than eight hours at the blasted restaurant all because she arrived in a heat of sweat and without her shoes.

    She was about ready to slam the nearest dessert tray into her head, but of course, it being that wondrous time between breakfast and lunch, no one bothered to order dessert, just to her luck. She shuffled herself into the kitchen, stole each tray at a time, stormed out of the kitchen and slammed it down on each individual’s table. Today…she would not be gaining any well deserved tips.

    Minnie charged into the woman’s restroom and bit her lip to hold in her shouts, she wanted to scream, she wanted to shout, she wanted to quit her damn job…but where else was she going to find a job as good as working as a waitress in a four star restaurant in northern New Jersey? She sighed to herself, whipping away unleashed tears that began to p***k at her eyes and composed herself before exiting the only place she could find solace. As she was fleeing from her sanctuary she found herself making contact with what felt like a stone cold brick wall, she stumbled backwards almost landing on her rump, and muttered an apology. “Oh it’s quite alright, are you alright ma’am?” a male voice asked, Minnie responded with a nod of her head, her gaze traveled upward, her heart skipped a beat as she got lost in two swirling pools of green.

    Her voice was trapped inside her throat, she desperately wanted to respond but her throat absolutely refused. The man smiled down at her gently, “If you are unharmed then ma’am, I would like to continue on my way to the bathroom.” She could only gape at his handsomeness, his crystal sea green eyes, his dusty blonde hair, his sultry frame, his jaw line, his high cheek bones…she could go on to an endless rant. She slightly moved to her left and the let the gentleman pass, before he ventured into the restroom he turned around slightly and said casually “Oh and Miss Minnie, I’m Henry.” Her mouth wide open as she stared dreamily at the man before her as he disappeared into the restroom; it took her another minute to realize and remember she was very a name tag.

    ‘Today…just got a whole lot better…’ Minnie thought to herself as she slowly walked away from the area where she had emerged with a hopeless façade and ended with a handsome man asking if she was unharmed.

    Minnie couldn’t suppress the grin growing over her lips and turned her head around slightly one last time just as the man was walking out of the restroom. ‘Yes, today is wonderful.’ She didn’t even mind that fact that she nearly tripped over another random person, today had just gotten a hundred percent better…until she fell back into reality like a plane losing control and dropped thousands a feet just before making contact with the earth, and realized she’d probably never see the older man again.

    But at the moment, an earthquake couldn’t spoil her mood, she pranced around the tables serving food, taking orders, yes today would be a day she remembered. Her eyes shined but happiness, and for once, she wouldn’t have to put up a barrier so others wouldn’t notice her sour mood or slump posture, today there were no needs for a pointless façade.

    Outside, behind the restaurant in the abandoned ally, Henry stood, his eyes darted back and worth before he pulled out what appeared to be a small cell-phone, small for this day and age. “Target locked in sight, no signs of the Devils.” He stated emotionlessly into the phone just above a whisper but below regular speaking tone, “Excellent,” the voice on the other line said, “Should we begin to move in?” Henry questioned to the other person on the phone. “No…wait until you see or hear any signs of the Devils there’s no point in recklessly stealing the poor doll away from her work…with that crummy apartment it appears she really needs the cash.” The person on the other line said, the voice sounded neither male nor female, it was like it was bionic but…not.

    “Affirmative,” with that Henry closed the phone and tucked it neatly back into his trouser’s pocket.

    Back inside the restaurant, Minnie continued to serve the customers with a very giddy and vivacious attitude; it appears that all it takes to cheer up an 18 year is an older gentleman with a well-toned body, no surprise there. Her boss sat back peering at her every now and again through the circular windows of the two white double doors a smile crossing over his large mouth. “Well…maybe I should make her lock up every night now, ha-ha.” He chuckled mindlessly to himself before leaving his post by the window.

    Minnie waltz her way into the kitchen handing random pieces of paper that held her customer’s orders to every chief she passed before skipping like a random school girl out of the oversized kitchen. Her eyes sparkled with happiness; her movement was angelic and somewhat ballerina-like. “What’s with her,” a younger chief asked perplexed at the young waitress new attitude, “With all the young wealthy men out there waiting to be served it’s no surprise, why do you suppose the entire staff of waiter’s are of the female species?” An elder chief in his mid-forties answered as he began to grill a salmon. There were no more questions asked by the younger chief for the rest of the day…

    As minutes turned to hours, Minnie found herself serving way into the evening, around six or seven or so. As the hours passed so did her buzz of happiness, sure the gentleman here were all good looking, charming some might say, but none could compare to the beauty of the handsome almost-stranger that was Henry. She had finally joined the people of earth back down to reality. Minnie sighed as she lay three plates down in front of three young women, they appeared in their late twenties and early thirties, and all had a ring on their left ring finger. ‘Ah who am I kidding, compared to these women I’m only a three in the beauty contest, these women…they’re gorgeous, bouncy hair, luscious lips, plump full breast these women are tens…I could never score a man like Henry, hell he could be married for Pete’s sake!’

    Minnie departed into the kitchen, she passed by another taller waitress and mutter “I’m going on five, cover for me.” The waitress replied with a bob of the head before disappearing out the double doors. Minnie wandered out to the alley behind the restaurant and found it empty, no surprises there. She limped over the nearest item that could hold her frame, with all the cardboard boxes in the alley that left a small square box nestled against the side of the wall opposite of the restaurant’s wall. Minnie tore off her three inch pumps and let her sore feet make contact with the cool concrete ground, her eyes darted back a worth a couple times before she reached into her apron’s pocket, and pull out a small white box this was Minnie’s secret relaxer. Other’s had cigarettes, alcohol; but for Minnie her addiction was far worse…only if you care about obesity more than lung or liver cancer.

    Minnie tore an inch long piece of brown candy from the box and shoved it in her mouth suckling on the sweet satisfaction. “Ah…chocolate, my disaster, my weakness; my one true love,” Minnie sighed dramatically as she leaned against the wall of the alley and munched away on her sweet treat. Minnie licked her fingers as the last pit of chewed up chocolate slipped down her throat, one by one she licked her finger tips suckling on the sweet paste that clung to her skin from the melted treat. ‘Forget diamonds, chocolate is my best friend now.’ Minnie thought half-heartedly lightening her mood for a brief moment.

    Minnie sighed inwardly before rising to her feet and collecting her shoes, she’d wait until she was back inside the kitchen to put on the shoes that one day might be the end of her. “I guess I better be getting back Veronica is probably getting snippy, it’s been at least ten minutes.” Minnie said to herself awkwardly. She straighter her back and shoulders rubbed the back of her neck then ventured back into the kitchen full of bustling chiefs and waitress/waiters; “I need a vacation,” she murmured.

    “Minnie, I had the grilled salmon waiting here steaming for five minutes where have you been?” one of the head chiefs scolded her, she rolled her eyes secretively when his back was turned, picked up the platter and left the pitiful chief to serve the salmon with tarragon mayonnaise to a young man dinning by himself in the far back. All the while thinking to herself, ‘Does that coo-coo chief not realize how piety he sounds?’ she gaited her way back into the kitchen and slammed the platter down in front of the chief and turned on her heal back into the dining hall to collect tips and bills.

    Minnie gathered herself around a booth where the three women sat finished with their chit chat, meal, and dessert it was time to collect the money, the three didn’t seem to notice the plain that stood in front of them tapping her foot as she impatiently stared down at the glamorous snobs. One seemed to be checking her makeup, while the other two carried on a pointless conversation. Minnie sighed and stared of into the passing traffic through the large open wide windows set in front of the booth. The sky was gradually changing into night, one minute it was bright pink mixed with orange signally the sun was setting and letting night take over, then another minute it was indigo. The street lights began to light up the nearly dark sky with light; ‘So pretty…I wish I had my camera.’ Minnie thought simplemindedly.

    She was awoken from her dreamlike state by the sound of someone’s throat being cleared. “Can we help you?” the one who was previously checking her makeup asked, her voice was high and rather annoying. “Umm…your bill,” Minnie said a bit dazed. One of the women who were long over with her pointless chat rolled her eyes at her, Minnie desperately wanted to do her the same but she was already on thin ice as it was.

    The other woman, the one opposite of the one who had just asked her pulled out her wallet, “How much,” she asked her voice a little less high than the other two. “Sixty seven dollars, and fifty two cents…” Minnie answered nonchalantly. The woman pulled out a fifty dollar bill and two ten dollar bills. “Keep the change.” She said before rising and moving passed Minnie with her two counterparts following close behind, Minnie annoyed at the moment began to grumble “It’s customary to tip…”

    Minnie stomped her foot before retreating to the kitchen along the way over handed the bill to the hostess, who at the moment was beginning to dislike the spitfire waitress. “b***h…” the hostess whispered to herself.
    “Only three more hours, only three more hours…” Minnie said to herself, gripping at the hem of her skirt that reached about three inches above her knees.

    Outside atop a roof of a building that was two buildings down from the restaurant a dark figured stood atop it cloaked in black and silver, “She’s here…” the figure stated his voice was rough and had an unnamed type of accent in it, it was like Italian/American/Russian/British. His voice was majestic, enchanting, a voice no one could mistake; he was unmistakable. “Good…” a voice said from his walky-talky attached to his belt that was strapped on by a pair of pitch black tight leather pants. “Should I move in…?” he asked without picking up the walky-talky. “No, stick to plan.” The voice on the other line replied, without another answer the man grasp the walky-talky in his large snow crisp hand and crushed it like a piece of paper before throwing it over the edge of the building.

    He stared into the indigo/black sky, no stars, no moon; no sanctuary. He sighed before with a flash of black and white the figure had disappeared, it was as if he had never even been there. The only reminder of his existence was the buster walky-talky that lay twenty flights below. A second later he was standing in an alley between two buildings near the restaurant; two other men were standing in the middle of it, hidden by that dark, but their flesh giving off the only light. “Bonnie, Clyde, it’s almost time…are you ready?” he asked his voice held laughter.

    “Hey what’d I tell yeah about calling us that!” the taller of the two half-yelled.

    “Relax boys, just follow the plan, we’ve got about three hours ahead of us…” the man stated as he pulled out a gun from behind his back, “Now get back into order or I’ll have your heads…” he stated cocking the gun, the two men didn’t even flinch, they smirked back as if to challenge him. “You wouldn’t,” the shorter one said he didn’t sound afraid, it sound almost like he was mocking him. “I would,” a loud gunshot filled the semi-silent night with noise, the shorter of the two men standing before him fell to the ground clutching his shin. “Now compose yourself or next time I won’t miss…” the taller man stated venom leaking out of sour words like drops of blood.

    Back inside at the restaurant, Minnie was suckling on a piece of white chocolate as she waited patiently for the next platter to be finished, her knickers were riding up, her feet were sore and likely swollen from rushing around trying serving people, and her head felt like someone was drilling a jackhammer in the side of it. “Michelle,” Minnie flinched, she knew whenever someone called her by her real name trouble was lurking around the corner. She gulped before spinning around to face a fellow waitress “There’s a man here who wishes to speak with you,” the waitress says before pointing to the double doors leading to the dining room.

    ‘Wishes to speak with me, no way, I’m sure he’s some guy looking for another Michelle, I’m sure he means Michelle Williams, he couldn’t be looking for me.’ Minnie thought stepping outside the kitchen into the dining room a mere five feet from her stood a man wearing a white suit, blue silk undershirt with a black tie, and newly polished shoes. Minnie’s eyes wandered over the man feet to head…and only when she saw his face was when she recognized who the mysterious man was.

    “Henry…” Minnie said her voice was so low he almost hadn’t heard her.

    “Hello again, Miss Minnie, I was wondering if you would accompany me later on tonight for dinner, I know we’ve only just met recently but you’ve been on my mind all afternoon ever since our little encounter.” He said sweetly, he was too perfect to be real, he must have some flaw. Minnie just gaped at him; she was so entranced in him she didn’t even bother to consider the fact of how he knew her real name when her name tag read wide and clear “Minnie R. Bessette”.

    Minnie had to mentally slap herself to wake herself from her trance like state, she desperately wanted to say yes, but if she did she’d lose her job, she couldn’t lose her job just for a man she just met. She had more honor, her job was far more important than a date. She sighed before staring deeply into his sea green orbs, “I’m sorry, I have to work a night shift today and then lock up.” It was polite, clear, and had an apology, if she was lucky she’d be asked out again for dinner another night…then again her luck was running low these days. The man’s smile faded into a frown.

    “Very well, goodbye Miss Minnie…well shall meet again.” He replied before turning on his heal and slowly walking out of the restaurant, Minnie stood there dumbfounded and happy but one thought kept creeping into her mind. “Please don’t be a stalker…” she muttered to herself.

    Outside Henry stood, he didn’t appear anger nor did he look pleased. He pulled out his cell phone just as it began to vibrate, his said into rather irritably “Rejected,” the person on the other line hardly sounded pleased with his answer, with a grunt of unpleasantness the other person replied, “Drat…it seems we’ll have to take drastic measures, are number 64 and number 28 in position?” Henry’s eyes scanned the area, seeing it vacant he began to whistle once…twice…three times. Two men in grey suits from atop two large five story buildings in between the restaurant; “Affirmative, the Devils have yet to make an appearance, sir, I think we might be wrong about this one.” Henry questioned into the phone.

    “No, we can’t take those chances, have 64 and 28 standing by at all times, remember James…he’s somewhere out there, don’t take your eyes off of her for a second.” With that said, the line went dead.

    Henry nodded his head to himself and stuffs the phone into his jacket’s inner-pocket before disappearing into the shadows of the city where the street lights glow of yellow went unnoticed. “He’s out there, somewhere, and I won’t rest until he’s burned into ash.”

    Back inside, Minnie had wandered off the lady’s restroom and proceeded to bang her head against the glass mirror. She didn’t mind the frequent questionable stares she received from the woman entering that was there problem. She wasn’t positive how long she stayed in there banging her head on the glass, but she took a guess it was more than five minutes; she was forced to stop when the hostess came in and tore her away from her precious mirror. In the next couple hours Minnie would’ve work an entire twelve hours, way passed her normal five hour shift, not counting her breaks. But it was her punishment; she’d have to deal with it, even if it meant being dragged out of a public restroom by one of her managers by the ear at the moment humiliation hadn’t even crossed her mind.

    As the hours passed until the final ten minutes Minnie found herself doing kitchen duty, scrubbing dishes, she received no special treatment and she didn’t deserve it; but at the moment she seemed to be doing pity work because honestly she ran out of things to keep her mind busy. The final waitresses had left, done with their shifts, so had both of her managers, and now it was down to the final chief who at the moment was putting on his wool jacket and heading out the door, the only light on in the kitchen where she remained scrubbing away at dishes her hands began to callous and prune.

    Her short shoulder length chocolate hair was pulled back into a low pony tail. Minnie sighed to herself, “Forget it, I’ll leave these for the bus boys.” With that said she drew her hands from the soapy water and quickly dried them on her apron, she stole the keys off the counter and began to lock every door, and finally as she whipped her forehead leaving on a few beads of sweat along the brim of her forehead and hair before departing out the door, locking it along the way. She placed her hands under her armpits seeking warmth and a cool breeze of air it her full on. Her teeth began to chatter as she walked along the sidewalk, only the sound of a car passing every few minutes or so to remind her she wasn’t alone, when in fact she was. She paused suddenly in front of the alley way between two buildings near the restaurant, not willing to walk the extra few minutes down to the stoplight where she would be able to cross the street properly she gazed to her right then left and back again for any upcoming cars.

    Minnie was about to dart across the street when two strong muscular arms wrapped themselves around her thin frame, gripping at her fiercely. One wrapped itself around her waist; the other moves to her mouth, her eyes grow wide with fear as she’s desperately thrown into the alley way, but before she even gets the opportunity to cry out for help she’s roughly thrown against the wall by another pair of arms. A hand quickly claps down against her mouth, while the other rushes for her hand pinning her down. She tries in attempt to n** at the man’s hand only to have him dig her surprisingly sharp nails dig down deep into her porcelain skin.

    Minnie stares intently into the man’s eyes, they seemed to glow in the moonlight, very unearthly like. They appeared bright green but with a tint of copper ringing the edges, he had a crook smile, showing off his yellow crooked teeth. She felt hot tears p***k at the edges of her eyes, her muffled cries held back by his hand.

    Minnie’s leg kicked wildly aiming for the man’s groined but no success, it only led to his nails furiously digging into her cheeks and fresh blood dripping down the edges of her face and onto his hand. Her tears couldn’t be held back any longer, as she felt them drip down her face like a waterfall, more and more tears poured down, her pain and fright could not be held back any longer. The man frowned at this, he momentarily let go of her wrist and in a flash pain rushed through her and she felt something cold as ice make contact with her stomach, piercing throw the skin like scissors with paper.

    If she wasn’t held up she would tumbled over in pain. The pain she felt was like a thousand paper cuts at once, then man began to smirk at her overwhelmed, pain stricken face, he slowly removed his knife and then quickly like lightning striking flung Minnie to the ground. She tried to curly up into a ball but the pain in her stomach was over bearing instead she lay there bleeding and cowering, tears spilling out of her eyes as fast as the blood spurted from her cheeks, stomach, and even her mouth. She was so stung with fear she didn’t hear the commotion going on before her.

    She lay in a heaping pile of blood, her eyes became dull, her heart beat gradually became slower with each passing minute, there was an over bearing sensation of pain in her stomach, her mouth began to drip sloppy red pools of drool. ‘So this it…I’m really going to die.’ She thought bitterly, she didn’t make any motion of movement, her eye lids became heavy and slowly she became plagued in a world of darkness the last thing she remembers hearing is an agonizing yelp in pain then to her left the world to her vanished.

    Ten Minutes Prior…

    “Any contact yet, James?” a voice asked as he stared intently high above on a roof top opposite of where Minnie was walking along. “No, do you see any 64?” was his reply.

    “No, what about your 28,” 64 question over his cell-phone, “Nope, nothing---wait…hold on guys I think I see something, oh s**t, move in, move in!” before 28 was able to finish his sentence three loud whistles filled the night air and in a rush twenty or more figures emerged from the darkness rushing off roof stops and lunging out windows into the street.

    But before even ten of the private secret agents made it to the alley hundreds of gun shots began to fill their ears and suddenly intense pain overcame more than fifteen of the agents causing them to collapse into a heap of themselves clutching their wounds, “Damn it…” Henry murmured to himself. Seconds later, as the men rushed into the alley gunshots filled the town with light as ten of the agents collapse dead on the ground, only one made it passed but he never made it to Minnie’s side because just as he was about fire his own gun in a flash he was overcome with immense pain as he felt a bullet make contact with his spine crumbling him to the ground.

    And there he stood, cloaked in darkness, his slick pants crinkling as he walked forward, the other gentleman before him smirked at him before they found themselves lifted high above the ground and flung into nearby trashcans. He slowly gaited his way over to the fallen and unconscious damsel, he put two fingers to her neck checking her pulse, and he tore part of her uniform and pressed it against the wound in the middle of her stomach. Blood was splattered everywhere, along her body and the ground she lay upon doused in her own blood. That and the blood that lay splattered over the streets of New Jersey as sirens filled his ears. He gently, with much care lifted the fallen woman and held her in his arms, then in a flash of white and black the man and woman had disappeared; leaving behind a trail of blood that would be later blamed as gang fights. Only those there, those still alive, would know what really occurred on that chilly March night.