Voyeur
I marveled at the wonder of my handiwork. The flames glowed in the darkness as the fire consumed the metal carcass. It had been almost too easy to attach the homemade bomb to the undercarriage of her car. She was so careless at times, leaving the car unattended. I followed her around everyday for an entire week to learn her routine. It was always the same: home to the office to her parents' to a building on Haywood. I learned when and where I could get to her car.
Finally, after conducting my research, I was able to put my plan into action. I set the timer and sat in my car to wait. I was so excited I could not sit still. I felt like a child on Christmas morning. Soon. I would soon get my revenge.
My pulse jumped when she exited her building. Her slim figure was clad in tight jeans and her shirt offered just the slightest glimpse of cleavage. Her crowning feature was the mound of curls that bounced around her shoulders while she walked. Soon. She would be mine soon.
She approached the car, not paying attention to her surroundings. I bounced in my seat as she opened the door. Soon. Not much longer.
Then, a voice cut through the silence of the night. She turned toward the voice and smiled in response. I turned as well and saw my enemy emerge from the shadows. The man in black. I groaned, as the figure from my nightmares became flesh. He would steal my sacrifice once again.
She moved away from the car and swayed her hips as she moved toward him. He responded by reaching for her. Their hands touched and he entwined his fingers with hers. She smiled and he replied with kind. The two stood in the middle of the parking lot, unaware that I sat a few spaces over.
My face flushed as I watched the two together. I wanted to complete my plan, but I could not bring myself to destroy this peaceful encounter. My hand clenched on the detonator as I watched him stroke her face. His hand picked up a curl and he twisted it around a finger. She was mine. My sacrifice. He was a thief. My hand twitched, brushing the lever. I had lost focus; this was my one mistake.
The explosion rocked the parking lot. At the first sign of danger, the man in black threw my sacrifice to the ground and covered her with his body. The fire was so beautiful. I got out of the car to watch the power of my masterpiece. The flames rose into the dark night, casting a red glow over the whole area.
The two remained huddled on the ground. I ran over to them.
"Hey, are you two okay?" I asked.
She looked up at me from under the man in black's arm. Her face was perfect, her eyes wide in fear. The man in black shifted and stood. He reached and lifted her carefully to her feet.
"Fine," he replied, leading her away from the destruction.
I smiled as they walked away. I would have another chance at my revenge. Only now, I would have two sacrifices instead of one. I heard the sirens singing in the distance. I walked back to my car and slid into the driver's seat. I pulled out as the first police car entered the parking lot. No one even noticed.