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I gaze from afar as he helps her out of his SUV, a true gentleman he is, they disappear, he leaves momentarily, a new smile graces The Jock's lips, one that finalises my choice of helpless, all I need now is a game plan, a clever disguise, a way to make him suffer far, far more than one would think.

I watch until his headlights disappear around the corner and her lights turn out before I move towards the door. I want to survey the area; I need to know every dark corner, every wobbly tile. I need to know every detail.

I know where to run when the time calls, my gears ready, my switch of disguise is done, all ready to be executed, now as I make one final check that The Jock hasn't decided to come back for after dinner fun I approach, I know where she lives, after all I researched it.

I check myself as I walk towards her gate, I have everything I need, I have the tool just in case things escape my control, they won't they never do. I'll be in and out, give her a little knock, nothing that will show up too much on bare skin. I know how to do such things and then by the end of it I'll step out as the helpful officer, James Marthers, and I'll opt to protect and guard her at work while the others go to inspect yet more of my earlier work, my work that I now look back on and call shoddy, this ones going to be more fun. Much more fun.

I walk in, skeleton keys are handy, shame not many have them, I shouldn't but I'm me, I get what I want, I remain normal until I reach her door, once there I pull on the ski mask, pull the hood up, gloves on, no skin showing, I knock, rata tat tat, now I wait, I smile as I hear the dead bolt get slid out of its safety clasp, as the door opens then I barge in. Her eyes look terrified; she doesn't know what's hit her. One minute she's out and about with Mr Big Shot, The Jock and then she's on the anti climax of the buzz from that to me ransacking the place. I push her, she stumbles but doesn't fall, she's putting up a fight, a good fight, a strong fight. She comes at me, I knock her right over, a wooden table going with the fall, some bruising from that has to occur, she looks up, petrified as I control the apartment, I destroy things, break picture frames, she begs me to not touch the Super 8 movie projector, begs me to stop, I knock it over. I enter her bedroom; I just grab bits of jewellery, chucking things as I go, causing destruction as I go. I want everything touched, damaged in some way, a reminder of my presence. She standing again, she comes for me, I give her one last shove before running not knowing what injuries she has from that, making my dash to switch my disguise, to become the toned me, no more layers to build me out, making me fatter, make me someone else.

I run to where my stuff is, and change and then get into the car, and wait for the call. I wait and wait, 34 and a half minutes later its radioed out and I perform a turn in the road and go to her place, I will act calm, natural. As I pull up I see a familiar SUV, oh no 2, The Jock's got to be here. Damn! Well I suppose I can see the roll out of this, she can't be too trusting after that. I spray myself before I get out, give myself a different smell.

I swagger in, the police officer persona installed, the people there recognise me, The Jock, The Tech, The Boss and The Experienced, all here. The Boss and The Experienced sorting out an action plan, I got to The Tech, being concerned as I must be.

'Penelope, are you okay?' I ask worried, I lean in and see the gash under the fringe, that was a big mistake but it looks impressive, looks like it deters them. Makes it look like a random assault, I'm learning off these guys more than I realise. I am nearly one of them.

'Yeah.' She answers in a melodic lie, her voice quivering, a noise I love to hear, like music to my ears is that slightly sound as fear grows and expands.

'Did you see who did this?'

'No.' She tells me, I take notes as I'm supposed to, I write down what happened, but this time this is her recollection, her point of view, I get an inside scoop of what was going on in that pretty little head of hers as I demanded precedence in her place, her sanctuary. This place isn't liveable anymore, every piece of furniture touched, damaged, violated in some sense.

'Come on baby, you've given a statement, let's get you to the hospital.'

'Garcia, no work tomorrow.' The Boss tells her.

'I'm going to be in work.' She tells him back.

'Garcia...' The Experienced warns her.

'Please I want to work this out, I don't want to be on my own, at least at work I won't be alone.' She tells them, so intimidated at the moment. I love the repercussions of this; they're feeding me what I need.

'I'll be there, I can look after her, if she starts to tire, or gets pains, I'll make her stop and rest up.' I step in, they know I'll be there, I want this helpless not a new one, she's too fine to let go now.'

'See...' She answers, pointing to me.

'Fine! But as soon as works slows, Morgan is taking you home.' Oh so she's living with The Jock. Two helpless together, handy to know, handy to keep check of.

'Got it.'

;And no over doing it.'

'No over doing it.' She repeats, and The Jock helps her work as she cuddles herself protectively, bruised and hurt like I told myself she was, she flashes me an appreciative smile as she finally leaves, now I really need to step up my game.

'So what do you think happened here?'

'Well from doing a walk through, a botched robbery.'

'She should've moved after Battle.'

'Battle... is that relevant?' I asked intrigued, has someone just warranted taking the blame?

'Hardly.'

'Then what's the significance?'

'Penelope was shot on her doorstep.'

'Shot?' I implore, such an upbeat specimen shouldn't thrive for life as much as she does, she should loathe it for its cruelties, like those parents of hers, dying when she was 18, I know that, it wasn't hard to find out about, quite a lot of papers ran the story. The pair confirm my query, hmm, a helpless that's had a close scratch with death already, that is handy to know, I wonder why that wasn't picked up on my search? Oh well, I now know, and I am now even more motivated, more pushed to get where I need to be. The way those men just said it, they almost lost her, almost were a member short. Soon they will be, maybe I should go follow The Controlled, The Feisty or The Geek, see how amazing they would be as my next helpless?

Oh no! They enter the building, gracing us with their presence, let's see the team at action with the police.

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