The Queen of Hearts

Part Two
I woke up to the sounds of rustling it was still dark outside; I sat up slowly and looked across the room to see Derek pulling his clothes on. I stood and grabbed my pants, Derek turned and smiled, filling my soul with warmth.
“Morning, babe. Are you…um…ready for today?”
I stopped and looked up at him, was I? “Yeah, I think more prepared then I was before.” I stood and walked over to him. He wrapped his arms around me, “You’re doing a very good job at guarding me…but I didn’t know a good night of sex was in you’re job description.”
“Me neither…I don’t think it would have been if I hadn’t been assigned to you, twisted little angel.”
“Thank you, but you should go and get you’re assignment for today…and I’ll be sure to act mean and hateful…so no one will guess.”
“Ok…I’ll see you.” Derek kissed me and left. I picked up my paints and finished my painting…a final message to Derek…

4:00
Derek came to get me, I pulled him into the room and pushed him against the wall I’d finished and kissed him, one last snog before I died.
“Roxie…I lo-” I put a finger to his lips.
“I know…you don’t need to say it.”
“Well let’s go…” He took my wrists and handcuffed them behind my back, I laughed.
“Kinky.”
“Mean and Hateful…remember”
“Yeah…then…one last kiss?”
Derek sighed, and smiled and gave me one passionate kiss. I moaned lightly and smiled when he pulled away.
“Ok let’s go…”

4:30
We entered a room containing one chair, I sat down. Derek stood across the room as a second guy came in with a shaver.
“Miss Cook, John here is going to shave off you’re hair…It’s the first thing we do in prep.” Derek told me with slight pain in his voice.
“Fine whatever…make me bald Johnny!” I said in a cold heartless tone I had used so many times. I looked at Derek as the shaver buzzed, his eyes filled with an emotion I couldn’t read. I smiled slightly.
Twenty minutes later, I was bald. It felt odd, like a piece was missing.
“How do I look, Johnny?” I asked and he handed me a mirror. I looked different, meaner, darker, more like the monster I was.
“Grrrr…I’m finally a skinhead. What do you think Lieutenant?” I said smirking at Derek, he walked over and circled me. Then leaned down.
“Twisted little angel.” He answered indifferently.
I laughed icily and stood, “What next?” I turned so I was in front of Derek, and then discreetly slipped a note to him in his shirt pocket. He reached for it and I shook my head.
“Um…you’ll be held in a holding area till dinner. And you’ll order your last meal.”
“Ah…excellent.”

6:00
My last meal sat before me, Derek sat across the table. My heart pounded I desperately wanted to leap over the table and make out with him right here. But I just scowled at him instead.
My world felt like it was closing in, my heart had died…I wanted it to, but one piece of it stayed. The small piece of me that had fallen for the cop before me, in one week I was more in love with him then I’ve been with anyone. I couldn’t explain the regret I had that I was dying. I slipped off the ring they let me keep and threw it at him. It was a simple silver band with a heart engraved into it.
He looked at me curiously and smiled slipping the ring onto his finger. He looked back at me sternly, as I began it eat the steak and potatoes in front of me.

7:00
I sat before the priest, Derek stood in the corner, “Do you wish to confess your sins, my child?” The man of god asked, I scoffed.
“I only wish to admit to what I did…I feel no remorse, and need no forgiveness.” I replied, this session was being recorded and I knew it…I wanted the world to know my story. I began with a glance in Derek’s direction.
“I met Jake Fuller in school, we had the perfect relationship. I thought it was love, but I know better now. For two years we were together, and I wanted no one but him…we were envied by our classmates because we were so compatible…and the sex never made things complicated. Until I discovered he’d been sleeping with another girl…he lied to me. He was a fake and a hypocrite. So one night I was angry and partially intoxicated, I took my father’s hunting knife and went to visit his house. We had sex one last time, and he promised me his heart was mine and that he’d never lie to me again. I knew he was lying right then, I could see it in his eyes, I pulled out the knife and stabbed him. Over and over…I plunged the knife into his skin, blood spilled over his body and I loved it…the animal feel for taking revenge coursed through my veins.” I stopped to look at the priest who looked at me like I was Satan himself.
“I then decided to take what belonged to me…I cut out his heart and put it in a jar. Then cleaning up any trace I left I kissed him once more and looked over my masterpiece…the final testament to my life. And I left…for four weeks I hid and I replayed the night in my head like my favorite movie…his heart I kept in the freezer so I could forever be reminded of what I was capable of.” I finished and stood.
“You are a monster…no human can do what you did and feel nothing…there is no place in gods heaven for someone as heartless as you.” The priest said standing. I just looked at him, forgetting Derek was there and laughed, the sound rang through the cell…manliacally.
“I don’t want to be part of God’s heaven…it’s not where I belong.” I replied at the man left.
Derek stepped next to me. “Twisted angel… you are one insane person.” He said kissing my neck before anyone saw. I just smirked as he cuffed me again and took me into the room where I would die.

8:00
I was stripped off my shirt and lay in my sports bra and pants, strapped to the cold metal table. I stared at the ceiling feeling empty inside, Derek held my shoulders as the doctor prepared the needle.
“I am the queen of hearts, no one can destroy me…even in death they will remember the horror I brought. I am the Queen of Hearts.” I said softly, as the bite of the needle went into my veins. In seconds my veins were on fire, but I didn’t fight it, I only looked up at Derek.
“I love you” I whispered as I slipped into the darkness that clouded my mind, everything went cold…and I was gone.

Part Three
A man stood at a grave looking down at the earth beneath him…he visited here one day every year…the day she died. The twisted, strong woman, who wanted nothing but to show the world what she could do.
He knelt and ran his fingers over the engraving, “Queen of Hearts” was scrawled in block letters beneath her name. She had no funeral…but she wouldn’t have wanted that. She was the one woman he’d never forget. Her final message to him, the mural she’d painted them bodies entwined with the words… “My heart belongs to you.”
“I love you Roxie…my twisted little angel.” Derek whispered before standing and leaving the grave, fingers twisting the silver band on his finger.