I woke up alone. my heart sank when I realized her side of the small bed wasn't even warm. The depression came first, and the anger followed. What had I done wrong? What did I do to deserve this? If it meant anything to her at all...i fell so fucking far, that I couldn't even reach up towards the happiness anymore.

"Elite is out of the hospital." I heard her, the somber tone wafted through the air.

"God, Hit Girl, I thought you had left with out saying goodbye." I laughed and smiled to myself.

"I'm sorry but I have to go...Elite has been calling for me." she spoke.

She emerged from the shadows, leaned over me and gave me a kiss on the cheek, right below my mask. She walked to the door, and then stopped.

"Chr-I mean- Red Mist,"

"Yea?" I wanted her to stay even just a second longer.

"I...love you." and she was gone before I could return the compliment.

I got up, and dressed myself, I felt slightly better, but not at my best, she seemed sad, I was hoping that she would have woken up happier, but the circumstances were never ideal for us.

I sped home, so I could get myself ready for the day, my art dealer, Mindy, should be coming over at around one thirty today, and I had to be ready, we were going to discuss the new piece she was doing for me, and it was already noon. I passed through this city, people would look at the car, and then start dialing, but I never got caught. It was just luck I guess.

I got home, and parked the car in the back garage. I walked to the house, and entered through the back door, ventured to my room and began to remove my garb. Before I knew it , it was one thirty. I hear the doorbell go off. Carla answers, and I hear the door close. I swear I could almost hear muffled sobs, but I cross it from my mind. Instead I put on a pair of black skinny jeans, some vans, and a flannel shirt.

"Mindy, its so great, that your here, did you bring the conceptual pieces?" I asked

Mindy turned, her face didn't have the normal bright glow, instead she seemed almost grey.

"Yea Chris I've got them right here," she spoke, her voice was flat, and depressed.

"Well lets go to the study then." I spoke, and walked her to the study.

We began looking at all the concept art, it was amazing, she could always capture the vision I had, we were talking about textures, when I had to intervene.

"Mindy are you OK?" I asked, sympathy welled in my voice.

"Yes, I'm fine its just that a friend of mine got out of the hospital today, and its just-" she cut herself short, and I began to piece together the puzzle.

"Mindy, what did you say?" I asked, the tone in my voice getting more angry.

"I said," her voice reminded me of someone, "that a friend of mine was being released from the hospital." she ended her statement.

"Oh is he?" I said.

"I never sit it was a 'he'." she countered at me.

I knew now. The reason why Mindy was always so good with my art, my concepts, why she was so comforting, and kind, she was Hit Girl, she was the love of my life, but the love began to fade as I realized what she must have been doing.

"I know." its all I had to say and she was up on her feet charging me.

We I countered her charge with a punch to the face.

"Oh are you going to force yourself on me now?" She yelled at me.

"No, this time I'm going to kill you! You used me for information and sex! How could you...you little," she kicked me in the balls, "bitch!"

I grabbed her by her long blonde hair, and yanked her to the floor. She pulled a butterfly knife out of her pocket and stabbed me in the calf, I screamed in pain, but quickly stomped her hard in the stomach.

"You took advantage of a girl six years younger than you! Your a sicko!" she screamed a "I fucking loved you! And I thought you loved me!" I yelled at her, blood pouring from our mouths.

She jabbed me in the chest, knocking the wind out of me.

"I do!" she yelled.

After the words escaped from her mouth, she looked at me with big fat salty tears in her eyes. She fell to the floor, and cried.

"I do love you, I do!" she sobbed, she mumbled some kind of I'm sorry, or forgive me, but I couldn't make it out.

I crawled to her, and pulled her close to me, I held her as she cried. My tears mixed with hers, and we sat there.

Blood all over the room, on my clothes, her clothes, the floors and walls, the room was trashed. I looked to her ad she looked to me, and we kissed, we kissed so hard it hurt our mouths, but we didn't care, because it may be the last kiss we would ever have.