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trail. Her cheap hotel room,
paid for by money that was stashed on her body when she came to in the park,
became her base camp for the next week. She used the internet to search where
he was going to be and what he had been up to. From the looks of it: nothing
new. Though stumbling across a blurb in the paper with the details of his DUI
arrest a year earlier gave her a good chuckle.
Over
that week, Alice laid as low as she could. She was like a spider waiting to
spring onto its prey.
Many things
crossed her mind during that time. She would rest on the flattened, hard
carpet and look up at the ceiling for hours at a time, wondering if all of it
had been real. Sometimes she would play back the days leading up to being
sacrificed to the alien invaders and, more often than any other thing, she
would imagine all of the ways that she was going to make the sorry bastard pay.
One
unusually quiet Saturday afternoon, George was scheduled to speak to teamsters
meeting at a ritzy downtown hotel.
An hour
before he was scheduled to appear, George Wilson’s complicated mess of keys
rattled loudly as he locked the front door of his palatial estate. He gave a
quick wave to the gardener and walked around to the six-car garage. From
behind a thick hedge only a few feet away, Alice watched his every move.
The hair
on his head was still as slick as ever, though a light spray of pepper was
starting to form at his temples. Below his eyes, the beginnings of dark bags
were forming like storm clouds. The navy blue, almost black suit that he wore
fit a little tight around his fuller gut and made his gait awkward as he
hurried toward the door right next to her.
Alice
waited in silence and watched like a vulture. Her eyes never strayed from
George. She noticed every small flick of the wrist and twitch in his round
cheeks. She watched as he effortlessly slipped another key into the door and
flung it open.
It was
finally time.
Alice
burst out of the bushes and rushed the aging Senator. He yelped and dropped
his collection of keys just as Alice slammed the door behind them and pushed
him up against the wall.
“Please,”
he stuttered, “please, you can have whatever you want. Just don’t hurt me!”
Alice
slipped a knife out of her pocket and wrapped it around George’s throat.
“What if
all I want,” she whispered into his shaking ear, “ is to hurt you?”
She
could feel him swallow a lump in his throat. Even though he didn’t say it, she
knew that a single word was enough to remind him of who she was and what he had
done.
The two
of them stayed in silence. Alice’s full breasts pressed up against his back
and her sharp weapon hovered just above his windpipe.
“We are
leaving, Senator.”
“If,
if,” his voice cracked, “if you do this, you are in for a world of trouble.”
Alice
grabbed his head and yanked it backwards, exposing his bare neck.
“They
can’t hurt me as badly as you did, George. Do you understand?”
He
didn’t answer, afraid that even the slightest move would force his flesh onto
the serrated teeth waiting for him. Alice let go of his head and ran her hand
through his hair. It felt exactly how she remembered; even smelled the same.
She took a deep breath and let the familiar scent fill her with warm
melancholy, though it was quickly tempered by her burning rage.
“Why,”
she asked into his ear.
“I
didn’t have a choice.”
The mere
sound of his voice made her jaw clench.
“Sorry,
George. That’s not good enough.”
Alice
slipped the knife away from his throat just long enough to bring the heavy
handle down onto his temple. The wealthy Senator crumpled down onto the floor
and she slipped the knife back into the sheath that she had hidden in her waist
band.
Once she
loaded him up in the trunk and bound his wrists with some old rope she found
lying around, Alice only took a minute to get his town car started. After
that, she turned out onto Adams
paid for by money that was stashed on her body when she came to in the park,
became her base camp for the next week. She used the internet to search where
he was going to be and what he had been up to. From the looks of it: nothing
new. Though stumbling across a blurb in the paper with the details of his DUI
arrest a year earlier gave her a good chuckle.
Over
that week, Alice laid as low as she could. She was like a spider waiting to
spring onto its prey.
Many things
crossed her mind during that time. She would rest on the flattened, hard
carpet and look up at the ceiling for hours at a time, wondering if all of it
had been real. Sometimes she would play back the days leading up to being
sacrificed to the alien invaders and, more often than any other thing, she
would imagine all of the ways that she was going to make the sorry bastard pay.
One
unusually quiet Saturday afternoon, George was scheduled to speak to teamsters
meeting at a ritzy downtown hotel.
An hour
before he was scheduled to appear, George Wilson’s complicated mess of keys
rattled loudly as he locked the front door of his palatial estate. He gave a
quick wave to the gardener and walked around to the six-car garage. From
behind a thick hedge only a few feet away, Alice watched his every move.
The hair
on his head was still as slick as ever, though a light spray of pepper was
starting to form at his temples. Below his eyes, the beginnings of dark bags
were forming like storm clouds. The navy blue, almost black suit that he wore
fit a little tight around his fuller gut and made his gait awkward as he
hurried toward the door right next to her.
Alice
waited in silence and watched like a vulture. Her eyes never strayed from
George. She noticed every small flick of the wrist and twitch in his round
cheeks. She watched as he effortlessly slipped another key into the door and
flung it open.
It was
finally time.
Alice
burst out of the bushes and rushed the aging Senator. He yelped and dropped
his collection of keys just as Alice slammed the door behind them and pushed
him up against the wall.
“Please,”
he stuttered, “please, you can have whatever you want. Just don’t hurt me!”
Alice
slipped a knife out of her pocket and wrapped it around George’s throat.
“What if
all I want,” she whispered into his shaking ear, “ is to hurt you?”
She
could feel him swallow a lump in his throat. Even though he didn’t say it, she
knew that a single word was enough to remind him of who she was and what he had
done.
The two
of them stayed in silence. Alice’s full breasts pressed up against his back
and her sharp weapon hovered just above his windpipe.
“We are
leaving, Senator.”
“If,
if,” his voice cracked, “if you do this, you are in for a world of trouble.”
Alice
grabbed his head and yanked it backwards, exposing his bare neck.
“They
can’t hurt me as badly as you did, George. Do you understand?”
He
didn’t answer, afraid that even the slightest move would force his flesh onto
the serrated teeth waiting for him. Alice let go of his head and ran her hand
through his hair. It felt exactly how she remembered; even smelled the same.
She took a deep breath and let the familiar scent fill her with warm
melancholy, though it was quickly tempered by her burning rage.
“Why,”
she asked into his ear.
“I
didn’t have a choice.”
The mere
sound of his voice made her jaw clench.
“Sorry,
George. That’s not good enough.”
Alice
slipped the knife away from his throat just long enough to bring the heavy
handle down onto his temple. The wealthy Senator crumpled down onto the floor
and she slipped the knife back into the sheath that she had hidden in her waist
band.
Once she
loaded him up in the trunk and bound his wrists with some old rope she found
lying around, Alice only took a minute to get his town car started. After
that, she turned out onto Adams
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