Author's note: Happy Holidays, and Happy 2020! Here's to a whole new decade!

Getting Away With It All, Until...

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(Darius's POV)

As the morning sun arose, I was the first to stir. I briefly looked over at the window and small amount of sunlight almost spilling through, before getting up and finding my underwear, as well as my shirt.

I didn't bother to button it as I laid back onto the bed, staring straight up into the ceiling. What happened last night between and Marena reminded me a lot of all the trysts I had with Katie: mindblowing, and in a good way.

Next to me, Marena began to stir as she opened her eyes and looked over at me with a smile. "Dobro utro." she told me.

"What is that?" I asked as I turned my head to her.

"That's Bulgarian for 'good morning'."

I smiled and replied, "Good morning, Marena. So, you wanna wait until night for us to get wild...murderously wild?"

She raised an eyebrow, before she said, "Sure. I'm certain we got plenty of time to pass until the moon shows up again."

Then she leaned in to kiss me deeply, feeling a faint taste of nicotine in my mouth. However, that taste didn't bother me, as I was already enjoying myself.

After that, I get up and get fully dressed, as did she. Before long, we'd head out and, as promised, spent the day talking and flirting.

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(Darius's POV, cont.)

Later on, when night emerged, it was the perfect time to scope out a potential location to 'crash'. Eventually, we'd locate a fairly large nightclub, which also featured a gawdy-looking casino.

I don't get why there is a nightclub and casino in New York, but whatever.

The nightclub in question was known as the Empire Club, which not only held fancy schmancy performances on stage, but even had the aforementioned casino for anybody that was looking for a chance at even more cash.

Noticing a poster on the wall in which a female singer would be performing tomorrow, I told Marena, "You know, that woman was present at the Miami party years ago. The same one where Katie dealt with some victims, but spared the singer and her band."

"From what I've heard, she's also the daughter of Priscilla McBride, and that Priscilla even spent brief time as her manager. Kind of a stage mom, don't you think?" she said with a small smirk.

I laughed at her words, and replied, "Definitely a stage mom. Perhaps she wants her daughter to be just as famous as she was. Chances are, she'll end up washed-up eventually."

Marena chuckled before she detected a security guard, having finished letting some guests in. Once he was the only one present, that gave us the opportunity to strike.

Taking out her knife, she told me, "Allow me to do the honors." before sneaking behind him.

I watch as she grabbed him by the head, and pierced his throat with the blade several times, until she let him fall to the ground. His throat was gushing blood like crazy, and that certainly did not stop us both.

She looked over at me and winked, giving me the signal to follow her inside the Empire club. People inside were blissfully unaware of our presence, even as we ventured into the casino.

There was even a poker tournament going on, and that there was a table featuring a huge stack of money which happened to be the grand prize. However, we had no interest in witnessing it, whatsoever.

I suggested we'd briefly split, so that we could handle the killings our way individually. My next target would soon happen to be a man at a slot machine, trying to get himself a trio of whatever symbol he was pursuing.

As he put in his next coin, he suddenly found himself slamming into the machine. It just so happened that I had begun smashing his head into it several times, before his head starting bleeding from the inside and on the outside.

While I was at it, Marena silently approached two girls who were at a roulette table from behind. They were both looking to see if they'd got the right number, so that they would also earn themselves some cold, hard cash.

She has also taken a smoke, but was able to deal with the first of them by burning one of her eyes out with the still lit cigarette. The other one instantly panicked, but didn't have enough time to flee when she, too, was done for.

Taking a beer bottle from near the table, Marena began chugging it down, before slamming the top half of the bottle into her victim. It wouldn't be long for blood to be spurting from behind the victim's neck, and onto the table, as she collapsed to the ground.

She would then locate me outside the casino, and said, "Ready to go."

I nodded, before we entered the main room, which had a pretty big stage to boot. On the stage was a man in a classy black tuxedo, playing the piano with considerable skill.

Marena narrowly headed outside as I slipped onto the stage, which startled everyone that was watching the man's performance. It didn't take long for me to push into the interior of the piano, and noticed her returning.

She had what appeared to be a case of gasoline, and taking it from her, I poured it all over the performer, still inside the piano. I had also lit another of Marena's cigarettes, and flicked it onto the man, before closing the piano shut.

We could screams of agony as he was burning alive, and the crowd had took off screaming and yelling. Some even had to call the cops (as usual), though it didn't stop me and Marena from escaping the club.

But not before we remembered the stack of cash that the winner was supposed to get, as the players, and nearly everyone had left thanks to what was going on. Using Marena's lighter as well as the remainder of the gasoline, we'd finally set it on fire, before taking off for real.

Once we were outside the city, having successfully evaded possible arrest, we had found refuge in an abandoned warehouse. As I look out one of the windows, my thoughts had begun to manifest.

This city is filled with sorry excuses for human beings. Absurd caricatures. They need to be painted red.

Before long, I brought my attention over to Marena, who was having another smoke.

Except Marena and even Katie. In my mind, they're always gonna be painted a much different kind of color...

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(Wannabe's POV)

"Here we are," Katie said to me with a grin, "the Big Apple."

I looked out the car window and grinned as well; initially, I had been riding that motorcycle, until I decided to leave it behind and join her in the front seat. Even though it would've been reasonable for me to steal money off of some local stranger and fill the bike with gas, I thought driving with her was a better idea.

And can you blame me?

"Just so you know, I had looking around New York City, and to my delight, I saw a glowing light around the Brooklyn Bridge. What do you say I'd let you take care of the smartasses that are obviously partying to care?" she asked.

"Sounds awesome."

Katie grinned again, before we drove on over to the bridge in question. Indeed, when we got there, we discovered that there were a bunch of people that had not only sealed off both sides of the Brooklyn Bridge, but, true to her word, were already dancing and laughing to care.

Looking out the window again, I asked, "How come there's a television set in the middle of it all?"

"I dunno. Maybe these guys are looters." she replied.

Upon exiting the car, I'd eagerly find the baseball bat she used against the bikers at the Road Bar Motel, along with my favorite knife. I then left towards the bridge, not caring if there were any cars parked like crazy around the area.

The first thing that caught my attention was a woman wearing a bikini top and pants dancing on a table in front of a few guys, wolf-whistling like mad. Sitting next to them, I look at up at the stripper and ask, "You mind if I give you some cash?"

"Cash? Oh, hell yeah. If you have enough, I might show y'all my tits!" she replied.

Pulling out a clump of 10 dollar bills, I handed them over to her, and once she placed them into her pants pockets, she pulled off her bikini top. It was clear those boobs of hers are noticeably fake, and Katie once told me she'd never get breast implants.

Speaking of implants, I jumped onto the table and shoved my knife into one of her breasts, wanting to see them pop. This caused the guys around the table to panic and flee, and she too freaked the fuck out.

She even started screaming before I chose to keep her quiet by slicing her throat open, and after stabbing her boob a few more times, I saw that there definitely was silicone around the blade. I rest my case, indeed.

My attention quickly turned to the guys who had fled, and chased after them, before catching one. I grabbed him from behind, and slammed his head into the television.

This left the other two, and I was able to take care of him by smashing him upside the head with the baseball bat several times, eventually make him bleed immensely as he collapsed dead. The other one, I decided to slice at his torso with the knife vertically.

I look over my shoulder at Katie's car, and quickly headed towards it. As I got inside, Katie smirked as she asked, "So, how'd it fare?"

"Got at least three; four if the guy is completely dead from getting his head smashed into the television." I replied.

"Great, that's exactly what I'd love to hear!" she exclaimed, before starting up the car, and we soon took off.

As we drove on to find a potential safe-house, Katie told me, "By the way, I got the morning newspaper, and you won't believe your eyes as to which article features Darius."

"Really?"

She then pulled out today's newspaper from the glove-box, and handed it over to me. After removing my paper bag, I read until my mouth nearly gaped when I discovered the article about the Party Hard Killer...Darius himself!

"Holy shit, man!" I exclaimed. "This is the guy you've been so crazy over all this time?"

"That's right. And he's here, smack dab in the middle of New York City! I have GOT to rendezvous with him!" she said, almost excitedly.

"What about me?" I asked.

"Don't worry, you'll come along for the ride, I promise." she said with a wink.

I took a deep breath, sitting back into my seat as excitement began rushing through my body. Finally, I get to meet my idol! I thought to myself. This is gonna kick ass!

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Coming soon: Darius invades the Punch Club, and gets a very unexpected surprise!

With love for my fans,

Chrissy