March 22, 2008
I started my day as usual - woke up, ate peanut butter-banana oatmeal, brushed my teeth, and all the rest of the fun stuff to get ready for the day. However, that’s when I made the mistake of deciding to go on an adventure. I wasn’t planning on anything too crazy, just exploring where I just moved to. But. Oh. My. Gosh. This might have been the biggest mistake of my life. I’ve loved exploring new places since I was itty-bitty. I explored the forest (what I called the forest - it was actually about a quarter-acre of trees where I grew up), whatever apartment buildings or hotels I had stayed at over the years, but I only went to explore the city if I was going to be living there for a while. This time, “a while” was all but three days.
Everything was looking up when I moved to Dallas. I landed a big promotion and off I went! I was an unstoppable, invincible, young, independent women that wasn’t strong enough. I wasn’t fast enough.
So there I was, the hopeless romantic. Then there he was, the rich, dapper, irresistible businessman. Everything happened so quickly. “Flash forward and we were taking on the world together, and there’s a drawer of my things at your place…” Yeah, his romantic ways swooped me off my feet. So what? Maybe I should have saw this coming, but all I wanted was a fairy tale ending that every good book ends with. Was that too much to ask?
March 28, 2008
Really, I should have known this random fancypants was too good to be true. Was I really stupid enough to think he could get as rich as he was as quick as he did? Yes, I was. If anyone thought about it for more than a split second, doubts would arise that Fancypants did not have clean hands… and he keeps putting more and more skeletons in his closet. Shit.
One thing that nobody understands until they are in the business is just how screwed up these people are. Someone doesn’t get paid and whoopy-friggin’-do somebody they care about gets kidnapped. *Ahem* ME. In any other situation that would have been a fabulous love story, two random people run into each other by happenstance and it is love at first sight - perfect! And it was. I thought we had it all. But, you know, then I got kidnapped and am trapped in a fairly small room with just a bed, a stool, this journal, and a sink. I mean they bring me food too so that’s nice of these jackwagons.
April 3, 2008
I guess Fancypants runs “errands” for these people… some people… some person somewhere. There we go. Now that he is rich and has a decent life he wanted out, his boss didn’t want him to leave, but he left anyway. So I am the bait to get him to come to them. This is nice, very nice. It has been weeks and he hasn’t been anywhere near. From what I’ve heard, he is probably just going to leave me to the wolves.
April 28, 2008
That SOB is going to leave me to the wolves. He was one of the most respected men in this business and he should have figured out where these nuggets are hiding me a LONG time ago. At least there is one guy, Max, guarding my door that tells me small bits of info. when he’s here. I really should’ve read more of the crappy books, the ones where the hopeless romantic dies because she is a stupid, foolish piece of crap. If I would have then maybe I would have thought myself a way out of here by now.
May 2, 2008
Fancypants is obviously a cowardly piece of shit, but now I’m out and he is going to pay for leaving me like the fool he is. Don’t mess with me and I won’t mess with you - but he didn’t get that message, now did he?
I have never thought about shooting another person before, but oh boy he really has revenge coming his way. The goons are teaching me how to properly scan my surroundings for threats, assuming Fancypants would be on guard when we found him. I suppose I took Fancy’s position in the squad? It works for me. I’ve been told I’m a reported missing person, but most of that buzz has died down. Work has replaced me. I don’t have family left that I still talk to. Everything is in favor of my becoming another one of these goons.
May 16, 2008
Tomorrow is my first mission. Tomorrow we kidnap Fancypants. I’m nervous. I’m excited. I’m sure everything will go well. The crew has went through countless training runs with me. I’ve become overly-comfortable shooting at human-shaped targets, which kind of scares me but if I want revenge it’ll have to do.
May 17, 2008
Well, we kidnapped Fancypants. He kept his house unlocked most of the time… not on purpose though. It was more like he always forgot to lock at least one door. He actually set us up very nicely. Fancypants was a creature of habit - wake up at 5:00, work out, work from 7:00-12:30 and 1:15 until he was either finished with his work or found a halfway decent stopping place. He usually got home around 7:30, which was perfect for us. By then it was dark enough so the neighbors wouldn’t see us go into his house and wait. What can I say? The element of surprise has its benefits.
The guys are currently trying to get information out of him. Of all the torture tactics I have saw, this is definitely a new one: the human punching bag. His hands are tied above his head and he is hanging from the ceiling. Fancypants gets a question thrown at him and if he doesn’t give an adequate answer then Max get to workout. Of course, his physique used to intimidate me when I was the prisoner, but it turned into a comforting size now that I’m on his side.
“Dammit I didn’t snitch! I just wanted to stop killing people!”
“Yeah, Kevin, I’ve heard that before. Remember Trayvon?”
Fancypants (Okay, his real name is Kevin.) gives a slight nod to Max, signaling him to go on.
“Treyvon told us the exact same thing. But guess what happened after that?”
“We believed him.”
“Yes sir, we sure did. And what about after that?”
Kevin looked around frantically, searching for an answer. I had to close my eyes when I saw Max go for Kevin’s ribs - but then I heard the nauseating crack and a deafening shriek.
“AHHHHHH!” He paused, “I don’t know!”
“Think real hard, Kev. What happened twelve years ago after Treyvon’s little incident?”
“I-I-I…”
“Look asshole,” Max menacingly murmured, “After that little incident most of your team was forced to flee, go to jail, or got killed before they could leave - all because you convinced them to let Treyvon go because he ‘just wanted to stop killing people.’ Nope! That SOB just wanted to pull on that little heart of yours to get him out of trouble. Now he’s the leader of one of the top gangs in the goddamn country and it’s YOUR FAULT!”
Our entire squad had eyes locked on the scene unfolding.
Kevin panicked as he witnessed his triumphs unfold. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! You know I started 12 years ago and that would have been my first kill. I. Was. Not. Ready.”
“Ready or not you lying piece of crap, get ready for revenge.”
I stepped out from behind the rest of the crew, gun in hand and ready to get my revenge.
Surprised, confused, and even more alarmed after eyeing my gun he said, “Soraya...”
“Shut it. You left me with these savages for how many weeks? You were one of the best we had around here -you could have figured it out. But you became the chicken and I became the fox, your time is running off the clock.”
“Soraya, NO,” he shouted as I aimed and fired. My team tried to stop me - they didn’t want me to kill Kevin -
“Please, babe, let me explain…” I was a loose cannon that fired, only grazing Kevin. I just tried to kill one of the few people I cared about. Now they know that I’m could be capable of killing whoever they needed me to.
June 11, 2008
I’ve been told I’m a natural. I’m made for the business. If only they knew this was exactly what I’ve been trying to avoid getting myself into all my life. Both of my parents were in this life, at least one of each of their parents were in this life, preceding my grandparents were spies of war. Fancypants couldn’t have known that I was made for the business, and he sure as hell wouldn’t have told the opposing side what blood I had in me if he had truly figured out who I was.
If Fancypants did know my bloodline, I don’t know why he had to get me into the business the way he did. Like, that was just a bit harsh. But I did find out a few things: 1) these “scary” mafia people really aren’t that scary - they look scary, but the few really hardcore people they have are the ones that kill a lot of people and make the whole shebang look scary. 2) The guys I work with are pansies that would hardly hurt a monkey - that’s how I got out so easy. I agreed to join their side, but they didn’t know what they had coming for them… they thought I was just some Barbie girl in my own little world. I suppose it was a nice surprise that they accidentally recruited one of the best, most ruthless killers in the world. The best thing is that nobody would expect me to be. I’m blonde and pretty enough to look stupid, but this has its advantages. Of course, many of the guys say I have an unfair advantage by using my looks to get other goons into privacy before I kill them, but I say I’m just utilizing my resources. Might as well use it if you’ve got it, eh?
So yeah, I got out of being held captive and went into the business I was avoiding for the past 29 years. It unleashed a beast. They might regret it, they might not. But that isn’t my problem… now I have to face that I am the ruthless killer that I was born to be.
~Ann Marie
