This is a story of two girls. (Not 'the' story, 'a' story. That is a very important distinction.) One of the girls is very beautiful, the other is very sad. They both want to tear you apart. The reasons for the aforementioned tearing apart begin with you tapping one(more) girl on the shoulder, but mistaking her for the other, and end with you being a complete and utter jackass. (Condolences on your jackass-ness.) On top of being a jackass you are also, regrettably, stupid, so stupid you probably won't make it to the next paragraph. One of the girls bakes you a cake, laced with arsenic. You thought it tasted delicious for the precious seconds it gathered on your tongue. Then you keeled over and the other girl buried you in the garden, beside the bougainvillea.
I was so focused on my work that a sudden tap on the shoulder startled me enough to make me jump half an inch off my chair. With no hesitation, I turn to see my ex girlfriend. I looked around scanning the coffee shop almost in disbelief that she(more) was standing right in front of me, and also, I'm hopes that she would magically disappear when I refocused my attention to her. Nope, still there. "Hey!" Her bubbly personality caught everyone within a 5 meter radius. I reciprocated with an equally cutesy "Hi!" Oh god, what am I doing with my life? The false energy of my greetings quickly dissipated and I found myself thinking and not talking. I couldn't help but wonder what she was doing at a coffee shop 150 miles away from her home (we live in the same district). I wondered how long she was planning on trying to talk to me, and why she was trying to talk to me in the first place. "soooo." Breaking the silence, my attention focused on all of her imperfections. Suddenly, I started to feel good for myself and felt happy she was there. Great to see that I'm doing much better than her. "I should get going." "Right! Take care." Funny, she didn't really say much.(less)
A tap? Who would tap me now? Joe? Joe just wasn't funny enough to keep me entertained. Eric? Eric's dinner hadn't, well, agreed with him the other night. Steve had up and quit breathing two nights ago. So who would tap? My quiet little abode had been hidden enough.(more) Surely. The security monitors hadn't read any activity for the past hour and a half...and the last spook was just a raccoon. Was this deceit? Had I gone fishing?
"Get your hands up where I can see them". His breath sounded dry and creaky. He'd clearly done his best to stay quiet while he hunted for me. Not bad sheriff, not bad at all.
"Now listen, don't do anything stupid. We can make this easy."
I caressed a small, simple button with my pinky under the table. Amazing how easily a "mental" man could singlehandedly wire a Claymore mine this elegantly. So precise.
My pinky shivered. Never before had a finger so weak, been capable of something so great.
I smiled as the click of a revolver hammer echoed in my ear.
"Hank, just come with me."
There was the shake. The vocal quiver of fear that I so relished. Arousing.
I supposed I'd been had.
I suppose my streak had ended.
I suppose I could suppose a lot.
But that wouldn't decide which explosion I'd hear first.(less)
"Keep walking, trust me on this. I'm very well aware you have no clue who I am. Certainly you have a hundred questions going through your head. You're about to turn around now, I know it, but feel that? That's a gun in the small of your back now(more) keep walking. If you don't trust me when I say a bullet in your back will be the least of your worries. You've been followed, not by me though. You've felt it haven't you? That small itch in the back of your mind. That feeling that tells you someone, or something in this case, is watching you."
"Yes, I said it, don't question me. It is ruthless, but it cannot be seen. It's been stalking you because it had a hunch. A simple guess you might be him. Now it knows, so do I. It's come to kill you before you can resist. I cannot resist it like you can. It will kill me for certain, but you know right? You know what to do, you've known your entire life. People have mocked you for it. They have teased you for being so weird, so different... But take this pen, please. Take it now and help us all. If you don't this monster will consume us all. This creature has a name. It's name is complacence. It can only be slain by you, and by others. You all possess a special power, now pick up that pen and use it. Save us all, please. Goodbye..."(less)