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Chapter 5- part 2
What a wonderful ending this would be for a movie. After numerous scenes of playing mind games and cat & mouse; the lead characters final confront each other in a duel that's sure to end with one of their lives. But which one will it be? Me or my captor? You could say he has the advantage, what with me being tied to a chair with a bag over my head, but I always have a plan. In fact this has worked out as well as I thought it would. I've presented my stalker with an opportunity and he's done what any hunter would have. He's taken the initiative and pounced on his prey. If I could, I'd give him a gold medal for that.
My surroundings are currently unknown. With this black bag over my head I can't see anything around me and with the silence in this room, you'd think there's nothing in here. But I know there is. My friend is just being a little quiet at the moment. Not quiet enough though. I can hear his shallow breaths every once and a while, giving me a clue as to what part of the room he's standing in and at what distance. Around 6 feet to my right.
Seems like he's waiting on something. He knows that I'm awake, I've been moving around to show him, but he still hasn't done anything. Probably another mind game on his part. Doesn't bother me in the slightest. I've got all the time in the world and I'm not going anywhere so I can wait it out with him. And even though I've got over dozen questions to ask him, I feel comfortable enough in this quietness.
Oops, spoke a little too soon. He's just jumped off something, possibly an object he was sitting on. His footsteps seem to echo throughout the entire room as he walks to the front of me. A rolling sound can be heard followed by clicking. The next sound I can identify as a video being put into a vhs player. Nice time to watch a movie, huh?
The static of the television can be heard crackling as the footsteps get closer to me. The person walks behind me and snatches the bag off my head, cause me to squint as I try to adjust to the light. Once I get used to it, I take a look around the room.
Looks like a storeroom. There's boxes piled up to my right, possibly where my stalker was sitting. In front of me sits a television with a vcr sitting on top of it. Nothing's playing at the moment but there is something inside it. My friend seems to be standing behind me but I can't turn to take a look at him.
"Give mommy a big birthday hug,"A voice says from the television.
That voice. It's my mother.
"Aww,"She coos as she hugs me tightly," C'mon let's go open your presents!"
Wow, my memories really don't do her any justice. She's far more beautiful than I ever thought. Far more loving than I can remember too.
"Huh! What's this?" She says as she holds a present in front of me.
My tiny little hands reach out and try to grab it. She tears it open for me as I look on in what could be seen as confusion and excitement. When finished, she pulls out a big teddy bear much to my younger selfs happiness. She smiles on as I happily fiddle about with my new toy.
"Look what else is here,"She beamed as she pointed down to a stack of gifts.
I'm not even aware of anything right now. All of my focus and attention is being drawn towards this video. Even with killer lurking behind me, I can't take my eyes of this. It's absolutely fascinating.
"Now I've got to get your cake so you be a good boy for your uncle James, okay?" She says cheerily as she walks off into the near by kitchen.
"He's always a good boy,"An unfamiliar voices chirps from behind the camera,"Ain't you Mikey?"
The cameraman sets the camera down on the table and sits himself down beside me as I play happily with my toys. He looks like a decent fellow, very clean looking. Not sure if I should be suspicious about that.
"He's not really your uncle you know,"A soft, sultry voice says from behind me.
My stalker is a woman. Wow, didn't know I was that popular with the opposite sex.
"I figured that much,"I tell her back as I watch the video,"A boyfriend of my mothers I take it?"
"Yeah,"She says bitterly,"Didn't last very long."
"Why not?"I ask her.
"He just disappeared one day,"She told me,"She never saw him again."
"Let me guess, you killed him?"I replied boldly.
"Ha ha, no,"She chuckled,"But given the chance I probably would have. I never liked him very much."
"Yeah, the guy seems very attentive,"I tell her as I watch on at the screen,"Couldn't have that in my life."
"Me neither,"She said.
For a few minutes, we watch the video in silence before I decide to talk to her again.
"I'm guessing you knew my mother then?" I say to keep up some small talk.
"You know I did,"She responds as she puts her hand on my shoulder,"So why ask?"
"Just keeping up small talk."
"Why, so you can try to wriggle free while I'm talking to you?" She falsely presumes.
"No,"I tell her as I look down at the hand on my shoulder,"In fact I never even thought about it. I was thinking more along the lines of getting to know you, that's all."
"You'll get to know me soon enough,"She whispered in my ear.
"Can't wait," I really can't.
"I bet you can't,"She whispered again,"You know, seeing as I've been on your mind so much lately."
"Don't flatter yourself,"I tell her slyly,"I thought you were a guy."
"You do know that the worlds top assassins are mostly women, right?" She explains to me like I never heard it before.
"I have heard that. But there is a problem with that theory,"I explain to her as her other hand comes down on my other shoulder.
"Which is?"
"Females are known to be more in touch with a emotions and feelings,"I tell her gladly,"Therefore an emotional attachment could occur between a woman her target. That would make killing the target a harder feat for her which would then in turn cause a dozen mistakes to occur as she wrestles with her judgement."
"Hmph that's well thought out,if not a bit sexist,"She responds,"And why wouldn't it be the same for men?"
"As a woman I'm pretty sure that you've been with men who would rather play around than committ to anything serious,"I gladly respond again,"Why do they not want to commit to anything serious? Because most of them don't like all the emotional baggage that comes along with it. So in turn, if they have a target that's a really attractive woman, or man, they'll not have any other attachment than that of lust. Where as a woman would see it as more than lust."
"And what if the female assassin happened to be just like you?" She whispered to me.
"Define me,"I whisper back.
"A lone wolf,"She whispers.
"Then that female would be the exception, wouldn't she?"
"She would be,"She whispered before moving away from me,"This is the part you really should watch."
My eyes return to the screen as I see my mother walking back into the room with a birthday cake in her hands. There were 3 unlit candles on top.
"Look what mommys got,"James says as she sets down the cake on the table.
He lifts the camera up again and points it at my mother whos lighting the candles.
"Mom! Mom!"A little girl can be heard shouting from somewhere else in the house.
"In here Ashleigh,"My mother calls.
"I didn't miss it did I?" She panics as she comes running into the room.
"No, you're just in time,"My mother laughs as she sets me down on her lap,"Couldn't have your big sister miss your birthday now could we!"
Big sister?
"I had a sister..."
"You still do,"The woman whispered to me,"Little brother."
What a wonderful ending this would be for a movie. After numerous scenes of playing mind games and cat & mouse; the lead characters final confront each other in a duel that's sure to end with one of their lives. But which one will it be? Me or my captor? You could say he has the advantage, what with me being tied to a chair with a bag over my head, but I always have a plan. In fact this has worked out as well as I thought it would. I've presented my stalker with an opportunity and he's done what any hunter would have. He's taken the initiative and pounced on his prey. If I could, I'd give him a gold medal for that.
My surroundings are currently unknown. With this black bag over my head I can't see anything around me and with the silence in this room, you'd think there's nothing in here. But I know there is. My friend is just being a little quiet at the moment. Not quiet enough though. I can hear his shallow breaths every once and a while, giving me a clue as to what part of the room he's standing in and at what distance. Around 6 feet to my right.
Seems like he's waiting on something. He knows that I'm awake, I've been moving around to show him, but he still hasn't done anything. Probably another mind game on his part. Doesn't bother me in the slightest. I've got all the time in the world and I'm not going anywhere so I can wait it out with him. And even though I've got over dozen questions to ask him, I feel comfortable enough in this quietness.
Oops, spoke a little too soon. He's just jumped off something, possibly an object he was sitting on. His footsteps seem to echo throughout the entire room as he walks to the front of me. A rolling sound can be heard followed by clicking. The next sound I can identify as a video being put into a vhs player. Nice time to watch a movie, huh?
The static of the television can be heard crackling as the footsteps get closer to me. The person walks behind me and snatches the bag off my head, cause me to squint as I try to adjust to the light. Once I get used to it, I take a look around the room.
Looks like a storeroom. There's boxes piled up to my right, possibly where my stalker was sitting. In front of me sits a television with a vcr sitting on top of it. Nothing's playing at the moment but there is something inside it. My friend seems to be standing behind me but I can't turn to take a look at him.
"Give mommy a big birthday hug,"A voice says from the television.
That voice. It's my mother.
"Aww,"She coos as she hugs me tightly," C'mon let's go open your presents!"
Wow, my memories really don't do her any justice. She's far more beautiful than I ever thought. Far more loving than I can remember too.
"Huh! What's this?" She says as she holds a present in front of me.
My tiny little hands reach out and try to grab it. She tears it open for me as I look on in what could be seen as confusion and excitement. When finished, she pulls out a big teddy bear much to my younger selfs happiness. She smiles on as I happily fiddle about with my new toy.
"Look what else is here,"She beamed as she pointed down to a stack of gifts.
I'm not even aware of anything right now. All of my focus and attention is being drawn towards this video. Even with killer lurking behind me, I can't take my eyes of this. It's absolutely fascinating.
"Now I've got to get your cake so you be a good boy for your uncle James, okay?" She says cheerily as she walks off into the near by kitchen.
"He's always a good boy,"An unfamiliar voices chirps from behind the camera,"Ain't you Mikey?"
The cameraman sets the camera down on the table and sits himself down beside me as I play happily with my toys. He looks like a decent fellow, very clean looking. Not sure if I should be suspicious about that.
"He's not really your uncle you know,"A soft, sultry voice says from behind me.
My stalker is a woman. Wow, didn't know I was that popular with the opposite sex.
"I figured that much,"I tell her back as I watch the video,"A boyfriend of my mothers I take it?"
"Yeah,"She says bitterly,"Didn't last very long."
"Why not?"I ask her.
"He just disappeared one day,"She told me,"She never saw him again."
"Let me guess, you killed him?"I replied boldly.
"Ha ha, no,"She chuckled,"But given the chance I probably would have. I never liked him very much."
"Yeah, the guy seems very attentive,"I tell her as I watch on at the screen,"Couldn't have that in my life."
"Me neither,"She said.
For a few minutes, we watch the video in silence before I decide to talk to her again.
"I'm guessing you knew my mother then?" I say to keep up some small talk.
"You know I did,"She responds as she puts her hand on my shoulder,"So why ask?"
"Just keeping up small talk."
"Why, so you can try to wriggle free while I'm talking to you?" She falsely presumes.
"No,"I tell her as I look down at the hand on my shoulder,"In fact I never even thought about it. I was thinking more along the lines of getting to know you, that's all."
"You'll get to know me soon enough,"She whispered in my ear.
"Can't wait," I really can't.
"I bet you can't,"She whispered again,"You know, seeing as I've been on your mind so much lately."
"Don't flatter yourself,"I tell her slyly,"I thought you were a guy."
"You do know that the worlds top assassins are mostly women, right?" She explains to me like I never heard it before.
"I have heard that. But there is a problem with that theory,"I explain to her as her other hand comes down on my other shoulder.
"Which is?"
"Females are known to be more in touch with a emotions and feelings,"I tell her gladly,"Therefore an emotional attachment could occur between a woman her target. That would make killing the target a harder feat for her which would then in turn cause a dozen mistakes to occur as she wrestles with her judgement."
"Hmph that's well thought out,if not a bit sexist,"She responds,"And why wouldn't it be the same for men?"
"As a woman I'm pretty sure that you've been with men who would rather play around than committ to anything serious,"I gladly respond again,"Why do they not want to commit to anything serious? Because most of them don't like all the emotional baggage that comes along with it. So in turn, if they have a target that's a really attractive woman, or man, they'll not have any other attachment than that of lust. Where as a woman would see it as more than lust."
"And what if the female assassin happened to be just like you?" She whispered to me.
"Define me,"I whisper back.
"A lone wolf,"She whispers.
"Then that female would be the exception, wouldn't she?"
"She would be,"She whispered before moving away from me,"This is the part you really should watch."
My eyes return to the screen as I see my mother walking back into the room with a birthday cake in her hands. There were 3 unlit candles on top.
"Look what mommys got,"James says as she sets down the cake on the table.
He lifts the camera up again and points it at my mother whos lighting the candles.
"Mom! Mom!"A little girl can be heard shouting from somewhere else in the house.
"In here Ashleigh,"My mother calls.
"I didn't miss it did I?" She panics as she comes running into the room.
"No, you're just in time,"My mother laughs as she sets me down on her lap,"Couldn't have your big sister miss your birthday now could we!"
Big sister?
"I had a sister..."
"You still do,"The woman whispered to me,"Little brother."
, but great
