06-03-2012, 12:26 PM
Contacts, check
Hair, check
Make-up, check
Now... What to wear...
This will have to do.
Hair, check
Make-up, check
Now... What to wear...
This will have to do.
This was nothing unusual for a Tuesday. Criminal scum never stopped being criminal scum. The so called law enforcers don't want to deal with it, so someone has to. The joys of being a vigilante. I don't know why I did this, high school bullies must have got to me after a while.
She stops for a moment, thinking about what to say next. Recording her story wasn't something she ever had the desire to do. She didn't know why she was starting now.
I guess, being a female had its advantages. I can get into almost anywhere, just find an old man foolish enough to want some young company and no one questions me. The ability to change my appearance enough to throw them off is helpful as well. I mean, give it long enough between visits and you can get in anywhere with a different hairstyle and eye color.
If the old man isn't available, the next easiest option is to use a young boy. They never think about anything once a bit of skin is shown, he will do anything you want and some. In this situation, seduction is key. That is the most enjoyable of the two options, but more questions are asked, that means you need to be more prepared... Sometimes, that's just not possible.
She giggles slightly, brushing a strand of hair away from her eyes, and looking in the mirror, contemplating whether to use any more mascara. She decided against it.
I'm not game enough to try out the major criminals... yet. They tend to be more organised and the last time we... I... tried that Bridget's cover got blown. I always told her they would recognise the hair... She was stupid and didn't go done up like we had planned. Some criminal recognised her from when she use to be a police officer... I do miss her, and those days. There wasn't a worry in the world, and nothing we couldn't handle. She was my best friend, my only friend.
She looked across and towards a photo on the dresser, it hadn't moved since that fateful day, she shook her head and thought to herself she had to get it framed before it got ruined. She sighed.
Anyway, That stuff happens in this line of work. Yeah, I regret letting her get involved. That was stupid on my part.... No, no I can't have regrets. Emotions get in the way of work. Sadness makes you look out of place in a bar, regret makes you question and rage makes one do stupid things. What happened has happened, I can't change it, I need to move on.
She looked across at the pile of clothes thrown on her bed, one last check to make sure she didn't have anything better.
I don't know who I am any more. That got lost with the bad guys. I can't go down the street to buy a loaf of bread without worrying about being seen by someone. I can't have friends, and after a falling out with my family, I couldn't tell you if they were even alive, let-a-lone how they are doing. It is a lonely life, but it is one I have chosen for myself. Sometimes I wonder why I do it, I don't enjoy being lonely.
She smiled, her eyes full of sadness. Once again she was trying to come up with a reason in her head as to why she didn't stop. Did the fact that she almost enjoyed it make her as bad as the people she was killing?
My only 'friends' are a gun and a knife. But even then, seduction and innocence are all I have to rely on.... without them - I have nothing.
I am nothing.
I need to focus. Tonight is a big night.