Dark_fantasy

\"And headlining today, there is a search for murder suspect Jim Tang Vu the prime suspect in the murder of Tony, his 2nd cousin, witnesses say that they saw a black limousine leaving the scene of the crime shortly after his house erupted into flames, a murder weapon has been found on location that has positively identified him as the perpetrator. A police raid early this morning at his residence was found fruitless as he was no longer there, rumour has it that he was tipped off, as a giant man-hunt begins for this elusive murder suspect...\"

Gemma watched the news with growing satisfaction, a bitter sadistic grin evident on her face as the debacle spreaded like wildfire from station to station. Even if he is proven innocent, the media speculation should leave permanent scars on his career as a filmmaker, that will teach you to fuck with me Gemma thought to herself gleefully. She turned off the TV, its lack of glow turning the room into darkness, the only source of illumination now perished. Glancing at her watch she saw that it is only 5am. The sun should start rising soon. The dawning of a new day, a fresh start. Gemma never felt so eager, her mind buzzing with activity. A naked figure stirred next to her and grumbled. Gemma glanced down at her, whispering softly into her ear.
\"Sleep... its going to be a very busy day. Today all of our problems are going to disappear.\"

You awaken from your slumber refreshed; there is still no sign of the maintainer since your little episode two nights ago, even now it is quickly fading away back into the recesses of your mind. You clamper out of bed and to the kitchen, flicking on the TV on the kitchen table as you fix yourself some toast. Immediately the news blares out at you screaming death destruction and all things related to loss. You grumble to yourself and are just about to flick the channel to something more positive when a face fills the screen. You breathe inwardly at the site of him, you have seen this face before. The nurse, the shopping attendant, is this the face of Fr Ferguson who changed his name to Jim Tang Vu? Something feels wrong here. You sit down as your legs sudden turn to jelly, a chill running up your spine as a thin cold bead of sweat trickles down your spine you watch as the tv continues to blare out at you.

\"We are interviewing a close friend of Mr Vu, mentor and ex film Director Mr Ferguson, Mr Ferguson what is your views on this recent turn of events?\"

\"Well Ted, I feel that Mr Vu....\"

You stare transfixed at the screen, as you feel your world collapse inwardly, because you have seen this face before as well, it was because of him that you are here, it is the face of the priest.
A thousand questions spring to mind, as the chill running up your spine grows larger, why did Mr Ferguson lie to me? Why did Mr Vu pretend to be my nurse? It is as if everyone has suddenly turned against you, and you don\'t know whom you can trust. Instantly your mind flashes back to two nights before when you were in bed with the maintainer.
\"Do you trust me?\"
\"There is a lot about me that you don\'t know... Rachael.\"
\"Have you ever been in a situation where you haven\'t been 100% in control?\"
And that look in her eyes, it wasn\'t one of lust or longing, it was one of sinister longing, you think to yourself as the bead of sweat trickles down the small of your back. Looking back now you realise just how close you were to death, but what was stopping her? Perhaps it was a warning. An omen of things to come.
You turn off the TV, your appetite for breakfast no longer there as the smell of freshly made toast wafers through to your nostrils, permeating the room around you. Its smell sickens you now as you turn away and wander back to your room. You decide to yourself that you must get out of the house, you don\'t know where to go, but you know that staying in the house and this country could have dire consequences to your life if you continue to stay there. Gathering up your meagre belongings you leave the house with what little you came into the house with. Your handbag containing all of its contents enough to get you back on the plane back to America, perhaps finding about my past was a big mistake all along. Maybe some things were better left unknown. You sneak out the front door, leaving a note on the table that you are just going out for a jog so as not to arouse suspicion.

The thick humid air hits you in the face like a heavyweight boxer as you leave the house and you begin to wonder how believable your note may appear in light of this weather. Shrugging off your worries you begin to jog away from the house, the more distance you can get away from the house the better you feel. You reduce your jog to a brisk walk as you regain your composure breathing in the thick humid air as you get your breath back. You sit down on a rock besides the road and break dcryicrying, exhausted emotionally and physically you begin to ponder feeling as if all the woes of the world lay upon your shoulders as the questions overwhelm your senses, who am I? Who is good? Who wants to kill me? Why? Why... why?
The loud grumble of a car engine brings you back to your sense as it grows closer and louder at an incredibly fast rate, you look up to see a long black limousine hurtling down the road towards you at an incredibly fast rate only to veer away and jack knife in front of you, preventing you (you assume) from running away. The window slowly lowers in the passenger seat as you unsteadily raise up to your feet, your heart rate already increasing as the fear begins to creep back up your spine.
Behind the window is Gemma, wearing a pair of sunglasses, smiling sweetly at you. Like a wolf in sheep\'s clothing.

\"Going somewhere? You don\'t want to be out walking in this weather, want a lift to wherever you\'re going?\"

You stand up, the muscles in your legs poised to spring into action. You instinctively feel that she is trouble, as the fear begins to overwhelm your senses, your heart rate triples as the adrenaline surges through your body.

\"Uh... I-its o-ok I\'m just ge-getting some f-fresh air, I-I d-don\'t ne-ed a l-lift r-really I-m f-fine...\" Your voice is shaky as you slowly back away from the car, your brain, the only thing stopping you from running away as fast as you can.

\"You don\'t want to be running around in this weather getting all hot and sticky, why don\'t you come inside I wont bite. Much.\" Gemma replied, her voice sickly sweet, reminding you of the witch living in the gingerbread house.

Ignoring your brains responses to talk through the situation rationally your body ignores it as your legs take over, running as fast as you can, away from the vehicle, with each step away from the car you feel better, your legs a blur as you imagine yourself streaking away from the uncomprehending Gemma.

Watching Rachael run away from the car, Gemma swears to herself underneath her breath, looks like plan B she thinks to herself as she withdraws her .38 from below the window sill. She aims and quickly squeezes off two rounds, smiling to herself as she sees the two shots hit its mark, stopping Rachael in her tracks.

Ha! That will teach them to try stalking me Rachael thinks to herself as she risked a glance over her shoulder at the worst possible moment. Staring down the barrel of the gun, Gemma opens fire, it all seems to be going in slow motion as Rachael sees the bullet leaving the gun as it recoils in Gemma\'s hand, you try and jump out the way but you are also moving painstakingly slow. Microseconds later it hits you throwing you forward into the dirt, as you desperately claw forward, feeling all the energy sap from your body as pain hits you throughout all of your body as your vision blurs out of focus, then back in, then finally out of focus as you lose consciousness. Is this the end? Am I dead? These questions fill your mind as you drift into the blackness of unconsciousness.