I would like to apologize for the lack of blog over the past few days. I had a very long weekend. I worked late Friday night and I worked a fair amount of the day Saturday. Sunday, I decided, it was time to take some time with my wife and daughter. So, tonight, the story continues.
As perceptions often do, his view was skewed by his own thoughts. He watched in horror as this hand, with long finger nails, reached out of the hole to grab the woman's body. His brain finally caught up with him and he finally began to react. He pushed off the muddy alley floor and dove toward her body. His hand landed onto and grabbed her arm just as this inhuman looking hand from the hole latched on. There was a brief struggle at the end of which, he won. He heard a hissing of disappointment that almost sounded like a snake as the hand sped back in to the hole and the slat that revealed the whole was replaced.
Unsure of what had just happened, he force the unconscious body in to a standing stance and placed an arm over his shoulder. He began to drag more than walk the body out of the alley. He leaned against the alley wall at the mouth and waited a count of ten before drawing himself and the woman in to the crowd. As he made his way down the road, he was careful to watch for any other shadows from anywhere but especially from the alley from which he had just departed.
After a short time, he wasn't sure how long, he'd managed to make his way back to the building he was staying at while he was in town. In large big red letters, probably about ten or so feet tall, t the top of the building was the word Carbagio. The front of the building was, in places, overgrown with vegetation, yet there was only one hole in the front all of the building. It was a medium sized hole that had a metal framed door filled with some sort of plastic that looked like glass. The door slid open as he approached and once he was inside the door slid shut. He immediately made for the stairs as he hoisted the woman's body to his arms. He cradled her like an overly large child to make his burden easier to handle.
He was three flights up and it took him only a small amount of time to arrive at his room. He made it to the door, 325, and slide his entry card in to the slot. Once the light on the door turned green, he pushed the handle down and opened the door to enter. He ensured the door latched shut before he turned his back on it. He had learned his lesson a long time about about doing such things. Once, it had almost cost him his life. With loud sigh, he gently laid the woman on the bed and adjusted her so that she would be comfortable when she returned to consciousness. He scoured the room and removed all traces of his presence from the room and placed it all in the hall before he returned to sit in a dark corner to watch.
After an hour, he heard her stir. He just sat there, silently watching. She was a beautiful woman to his eye. She had a fullness of body that most men would find attractive. Not that he did not view her as attractive but his mind had other things to consider. Who was this woman, why had she followed him, and who hired her to find him. He was just pondering these thoughts when she moaned loudly and began to roll around in the bed. Short moments passed and she sat up, eye apparently scanning the room. "I know you're here." She said in a wonderfully sultry voice, "I can sense your presence."
He smiled a grim smile as he continued to sit in silence. So she was an empath and that put one or two pieces of the puzzle in to place. Whoever was after him, they were from the west; most likely, California country and the only place he could think of there was the land of Hollywood. It was the only place that he had performed his services that made sense for this kind of a shadow. He settled back in to the dark and waited for more.
"I know you are all made up of rage but you control it as thought it were a ball made for bouncing." She spoke. Her voice took on a slightly nervous tinge but she continued to move off the bed trying to let her eyes adjust to the total darkness. He could smell her and the scent was almost intoxicating. He knew she could find him; if she had had proper training from a Mentor. "You have nothing to fear of me. I mean no harm to you"
She was lying of course. They always did. Whenever he left an employer the way he'd left this particular one, they always sent this kind after him. He did not desire to have it this way but he was not an assassin and he refused to kill without reason. Especially, this rang true, when it involved harming children or women. He would defend himself but he would not kill a woman and never would he hurt a child. It went against everything he felt at the core of his being. This former employer had desired the death of twenty-five or so young women and children. They were nesting in an old warehouse that the woman had wished to start using for the production of some kind of drug she wanted to peddle. He had taken the job but he had been told it was a group of men and not women, the youngest of which was supposed to be about thirty. Once he found the truth, he had returned to the woman, refunded his fee, retainer included, and explained it was not his job to take. He left that same night. Granted, he had not left alone but he did leave.
This empath was here to end him, just like they all were. Not that he really blamed the former employer. He had, after all was said and done, warned the group and even helped them clear out of the area.