The Dark Truth
Chapter 1: The Game
Johns. That blue-eyed devil caught up with me again. I figured he would have given up for good after the last time we met—seeing as he spent the better part of six months recovering from that little family reunion. He stared relying on pain killers too much—now he's got a nice little addiction to boot. There's just no telling how far a man's greed will take him. What's the bounty on me now, I wonder? It's got to be pretty high for him to keep risking his life like this.
I don't know why I didn't just put the man out of his misery. Actually, that's not true; I do know why. I haven't ghosted his sorry ass because I like the game. I enjoy the chase. More than that, I love the hunt. What's funny, is he actually thinks he's the one doing the hunting. You ever see two kids running in a circle, but you can't tell who's chasing who? Well, that's our game.
He follows me. I watch him following me. I follow him. After a while it gets hard to tell the predator from the prey—but I never forget. After he catches up with me, he spends a couple weeks doing the cloak-n-dagger thing trying to get a bead on my routine (like I would be stupid enough to have a routine). Then he moves in for the kill—or capture in my case, since I'm worth more alive than dead. What he doesn't know, is that I know exactly where he's going to be and what he's going to do, even before he does. At least, that's been the case.
I don't know what happened this time. I underestimated him and he got the drop on me. It didn't help matters that he caught me at high noon and ripped my goggles off. I didn't expect him to attack in broad daylight. I guess he'd learned from his past mistakes and decided not to make his move at night—when I have the upper hand.
This was the third time we'd had a face to face. The first two times ended badly for Johns. This time didn't turn out so well for me. I guess two out of three ain't bad, but I should have ghosted him. Now I'm caught in my own little game of cat and mouse. Only this time, I'm the mouse stuck on this transport headed back to slam.
Back to the dark...