A flash of lightning lit my dingy and dank apartment. My scarred face was lit by the cheap minimart match as I sparked up a cigarette. What a lousy night to die. From the room below came the almost nightly argument from the not-so-happily married couple, along with the customary sound of flesh on flesh as the husband took offence to his wife, in the worst way. Perhaps I'd ask the dragon to deal with him as a last request. Might as well do one good deed in my rotten life. Shame it would be my last.
I jumped to my feet, gripping my pistol tight in my sweaty palm as some urban scavenger in the back ally knocked over a trash can. My heart thumped like some macabre jazz drum solo. No it wasn't my time just yet. I sat back down and another lightning strike glinted off the empty bottle of Jack. Sat there on the table taunting me. I let out a cuss as I flopped back into my chair.
It was then that I saw her. The flash of gold in her eyes that mirrored her dress. Damn, if I was to die at a dame's hands, this was the kind of dame I'd ask for. Her hips silhouetted a perfect hour glass as the lightning flashed again. Her legs went on for miles and her coco skin was flawless in every respect. This time I didn't reach for the pistol. I knew it was useless against her.
She slinked over to me and took the cigarette from my mouth and took a pull, the red of the lit end making her golden eyes seem to flash a flame orange. blowing the sweet tobacco smoke back into my face. She gave a grin that spread far too wide. That grin. All those pearly whites in neat rows. She slid the cigarette back into my lips and took a seat on the couch opposite my armchair. She sat at an angle and her infinitely long legs crossed in the perfect, lady like manner I'd expect from a woman of her position. She spoke to me. Such a velvety smooth voice. A voice like a saxophone being played by one of the greats. She asked if I knew why she was here and I nodded. Perhaps the first time in my life that I couldn't muster some ironic comment. She told me about the wrong that had earned me a place as her latest trophy. I knew it would be that one. I finished my cigarette and stubbed it out. Some form of cosmic irony chose that moment to throw in another bold of iridescence from the sky. That was when she killed me. I didn't feel a thing. The blade was too sharp for that. I look up and couldn't help but wonder how she had gotten so close. So close that I could almost kiss those beautiful lips, decorated in golden lipstick. I whisper my last request. For the asshole downstairs to pay for his actions to his woman. She placed her hand on my cheek. It was so warm against my cooling flesh. She whispered back telling me it would be done. Then she hit me for a home run with her next words.
"not for you, for me. Scum don't get last requests" she made sure i felt the wrench of the blade as she yanked on it to pull it out. All four chambers of my heart ruptured in a crimson fountain. My last view was that smile covered with my blood. Fading away into blackness. A sick variant of the Cheshire cat. Even my last word disappointed me. Or rather her reply to it.
"Alice" I gurgled out "No sugar, there's no wonderland for you"
The last thing I ever heard was to damn me for eternity.
I jumped to my feet, gripping my pistol tight in my sweaty palm as some urban scavenger in the back ally knocked over a trash can. My heart thumped like some macabre jazz drum solo. No it wasn't my time just yet. I sat back down and another lightning strike glinted off the empty bottle of Jack. Sat there on the table taunting me. I let out a cuss as I flopped back into my chair.
It was then that I saw her. The flash of gold in her eyes that mirrored her dress. Damn, if I was to die at a dame's hands, this was the kind of dame I'd ask for. Her hips silhouetted a perfect hour glass as the lightning flashed again. Her legs went on for miles and her coco skin was flawless in every respect. This time I didn't reach for the pistol. I knew it was useless against her.
She slinked over to me and took the cigarette from my mouth and took a pull, the red of the lit end making her golden eyes seem to flash a flame orange. blowing the sweet tobacco smoke back into my face. She gave a grin that spread far too wide. That grin. All those pearly whites in neat rows. She slid the cigarette back into my lips and took a seat on the couch opposite my armchair. She sat at an angle and her infinitely long legs crossed in the perfect, lady like manner I'd expect from a woman of her position. She spoke to me. Such a velvety smooth voice. A voice like a saxophone being played by one of the greats. She asked if I knew why she was here and I nodded. Perhaps the first time in my life that I couldn't muster some ironic comment. She told me about the wrong that had earned me a place as her latest trophy. I knew it would be that one. I finished my cigarette and stubbed it out. Some form of cosmic irony chose that moment to throw in another bold of iridescence from the sky. That was when she killed me. I didn't feel a thing. The blade was too sharp for that. I look up and couldn't help but wonder how she had gotten so close. So close that I could almost kiss those beautiful lips, decorated in golden lipstick. I whisper my last request. For the asshole downstairs to pay for his actions to his woman. She placed her hand on my cheek. It was so warm against my cooling flesh. She whispered back telling me it would be done. Then she hit me for a home run with her next words.
"not for you, for me. Scum don't get last requests" she made sure i felt the wrench of the blade as she yanked on it to pull it out. All four chambers of my heart ruptured in a crimson fountain. My last view was that smile covered with my blood. Fading away into blackness. A sick variant of the Cheshire cat. Even my last word disappointed me. Or rather her reply to it.
"Alice" I gurgled out "No sugar, there's no wonderland for you"
The last thing I ever heard was to damn me for eternity.