EVERY PAGE TURNED , a folder at his side , his photo splattered across pages from poor to high quality . his life had been reborn through ashes of anew and he’s long since been denied the opportunity for it to be wrecked . questions reached his ears , a young woman asking about him in whispers around the city ------------ a DANGEROUS THING indeed . every intent to remove the threat , he’d stalked to a hotel room on the opposite side of town , convinced the woman at the front desk to let him inside and perched himself at the small table ( so sad , for one ) with his gun set right upon his face looking back at him . a waiting game , this woman , whoever she was --------------- sought death it seemed , and the only way to handle such atrocities ( to destroy his own life , the one he’d created, it was his ) was to end it post haste . to hunt the hunted and to purge the problem at hand swiftly before things got messy in his crockpot of a hideaway town . the sound of a card sliding into the door catches him , dark eyes set up in the dusk fallen ambiance of the room , the light is off , he’s set quietly to the side hidden only by the veil of night until the door opens , spilling yellow hallway light into the room that doesn’t quite meet his features , no , but it glistens against the gun he’s placed neatly on the table . still --- he doesn’t move . a snake silently waiting for the perfect moment to strike but as footsteps move closer , a STRIKE OF FAMILIARITY washes over him uncomfortably , begging a somber gaze forward and he realizes something shocking enough for his hand to reach for his weapon . a ghost . and he was far from a believer , but facts alone did not steady him as he looked at the image aged before him. but even he , a void of destruction and all things good in his vacant heart cannot maintain the venom in his tone when he speaks ❛ who the FUCK are you ? ❜ he asks , but he knows , he knows . @pandemonivms
