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simple revenge.
Abandoned warehouse
Time: 0300 hrs
“Would you guys hurry this up I have people to kill and things to see?!” muttered Veronica as she stood near an exit door of a runned down warehouse. A clipboard in hand, she was jotting things down with a pen and paper.
Captains Log:
Vincent is going bat sh*t waiting for us to finish this cleanup.
Mikey and Frankie are idiots, and Frank brought his girlfriend Mary to the job...again.
A scribble here, a dot dot dot there, and she was finished. Soon looking up from the clipboard and over to the two guys scrubbing up a bloody mess. It wasn't Veronica's job to make sure things were cleaned up, she was only to make sure it got done on time. That meant by any means necessary, and to Veronica that could be a number of things that those two goofs wouldn't be happy with.
Walking over to the scene, Veronica stopped just close enough to be standing over the body of a woman. Beaten to death so badly she was almost unrecognizable. Her face was a mangled puzzle, blood, broken bones, and flesh. Teeth that peeked through and were not in the correct places. Upon a dirty mattress, she laid there in her own feces and filth. The smell was of rotting meat in a refrigerator that was left outside in the sun. Veronica stood over the lady, deep in thought. She wondered what had the woman done to find herself there. She was more than likely a good person for all she knew but got herself in a bit of a hiccup.
The view was boring, Veronica had seen it one too many times already working for Vince. She was constantly being called to babysit the boys, or to carry out some unspeakable act that nobody else would take. These videos, that masked men would make. A kidnapped victim in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Snatched up just to be the star of a sick and twisted broadcast, in front of a camera, the fans are watching... paying good money. The dark web was truly a disgusting place, but if not for situations such as this sh*t show, Veronica wouldn't have the job and wouldn't be getting paid, which is what she cared about. The lady meant nothing to her, they didn't know each other and Veronica had no feelings for her other than a curiousness of how she got there.
Frankie and Mikey finally finished and wrapped the body in black trash bags. Mary stood by watching just as Veronica was but Mary hadn't lifted a finger to help the process. “Did your nails get messed up Mary? Any blood on your dress?” Veronica said with sarcasm. “Um, no... why?” Mary returned and Veronica just shook her head. “Of course not 'cause you did nothing... like every time you come with Frank. You are useless and get in the way” she spoke louder, getting annoyed. “Well, you can take it up with Vince.” she replied and Veronica scrunched her nose at her and rolled her eyes. She really disliked Mary but dealt with her because Frankie was a friend. She gets on her nerves and tests Veronica often, knowing she will behave herself; especially around Vincent.
Later, Veronica arrived home and as soon as she came through the door she was in revenge mode again. Two days passed since Edward had Veronica jumped in an alley and even though he said they were even, she had other plans. It didn't matter anymore that Pookie was her best friend Tyler's cousin. She was not going to let it go. It wasn't her to do so, and he knew that perfectly well. He must be looking over his shoulder and watching his back everywhere that he goes. Veronica was good at being sneaky, she could use her newfound abilities and easily have him crying for his mama. But, she felt that wasn't playing fair, that wasn't the game. Pookie was going to pay for what he had done to her and now that she was healing mostly and had her plan in place, there was no stopping her.
Quickly Veronica showered the stench of the night off of herself. She used a non-fragrance shampoo and soap. This was something she would do so she could not be smelled so easily. A cleansing then dressed in all black from head to toe. Her hair tied up in a tight bun, a mask pulled over her head. She concealed several weapons and then checked the clock. Giving herself only an hour to complete the task she had given herself. Straight out the back, quiet, silent feet as she took off on foot towards Edwards place. At this time she knew he would be there, awake or not he would know she was not done with him.
Arriving sometime later, Veronica tiptoed around the side of his apartment. She could see the light from the television flashing through the living room window. Checking her surroundings, she crouched down with her back against the foundation. Under the window, she carefully moved to the side and slid up the wall until she could see through a space in the blinds. There he was, sitting on the couch, all alone playing a video game. Veronica smiled deviously and got back down, practically crawling to the backyard of his place. She knew the layout of his home pretty well having been there numerous times in fact he is stupid to think she wouldn't be coming for him.
Peeling back the screen from his bedroom window, Veronica pulled out a knife to hack the lock. She was then inside his room without noise. Not even a sound from the blinds she was liquid in her movements. One step in and she looked down to the left, a woman was in his bed asleep. “Sh*t!” she thought to herself, not expecting to see a naked lady laying there. Veronica made sure to be extra quiet now and with one foot after the other, she slowly walked out of the room. Up against the hallway wall, she was patient. Down to all fours, she went rather fast across the carpet to behind the couch in which he sat.
Pulling a gun from her boot, it just as ready to go as she was. Behind him, placed the barrel to his right side temple. “Boo pook!” she whispered into his ear and he froze, dropping the game controller in his lap. “Uh... V. Wha... what are you doing?” he asked with a tremble in his voice, his hands rising in the air with caution. “Oh ya know me... you're my boy and all but hey... can't let what you had done to me go so easily.” she said with a hint of insanity bursting at the seams. “Okay, okay wait? Can we work this out? Come on mane, we grew up together.” he squeaked at the end of his statement. “I don't give a f*** and you already know.” she spit as she spoke, pressing the gun harder against his head. “I'm sorry.” he replied, shaking in fear. She could tell he was actually scared that she would kill him; - he would have deserved it in her book. “You think that I am going to kill you?” she asked, softly running the tip of her tongue up the back of his ear. The hairs upon his arms standing at attention.
“Please, don't kill me.” he said loudly and Veronica stood up and walked around the couch to face him. He looked up at her with furrowed brows and her dark orbs glanced to the hallway that led to the bedroom. “Who's the chic in your bed Pookie?” she questioned with her weapon drawn on him. “Just some random... why?” he asked in return and she shrugged. “I'm nosy.” she joked and pointed the gun down, pulling the trigger and shooting him in the right kneecap. “Ahhhh... f***!” Edward cried out and grabbed above his exploded knee. “Even yet?” she asked, smiling just as the woman from the bedroom came running out in a silk robe. “Oh my god!” the lady yelled and Veronica turned the gun on her and shot. One time, hit her in the upper right chest. The woman fell to the hallway floor and Veronica brought her attention back to Edward that was screaming, crying, and rolling about on his couch. “I hate you V.” he managed and Veronica smiled brightly. “Good.” she replied, put the gun away, and then was back out of the bedroom window, screen put back in place in no time. Cops – Pookie knew better than to call the cops and in his neighborhood, nobody cared enough to call them to the sounds of gunshots in the night. Luckily, he managed to get himself and his girl for the evening some medical attention, again, her name was never mentioned.
Captains Log:
There are ten minutes left to the hour I gave myself to complete my goal.
Pookie learned a lesson.
I am hungry and want a burger.
Sleep... oh yeah, sleep.
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