[POV changes every three chapters]
My knees buckled underneath me as I walked into my room. I drug myself to the wall and sat, thinking about what I had just done. Everything whipped through my head, every still image I could remember was there, flashing by as if an old stop motion movie. The fight had been insane, I saw my cronies get beat to shit before my eyes, and I know better than to intervene when Hit Girl is around. But something in me wanted her, I have no idea what. But now as I remembered what I had done. I didn't know if I should feel ashamed, disgusted, or...happy.
But the feeling was confusing, a mixture of the three didn't sit well within my stomach, and soon I felt the urge to vomit. I tossed my lunch all over the Persian rug, but like I gave a shit, it was my fathers, and he was dead now so who cares about material possessions, my life was hell. But my life was hell for reasons other than my dad's death. I was alone in this world, had been since my mom died a few months after my dad. But fuck them now. They weren't here to keep me safe, or do my laundry, or approve of my actions. They were dead, in the ground, two decomposing carcases. Fuck them, they chose their fate.
I pulled myself to my feet, and stripped down naked. I climbed in the shower, and took pleasure in the feel of the burning water washing over my cuts and bruises. It made me feel alive again, you would think that being a villain would be enough to do that, but it never was. It always just felt like going through the motions, never like I was really living, or throwing the punches. But other than this there were only two other things that made me feel alive; the feeling of someones warm blood showering over my face, and the feeling of Hit Girl's lips against mine. The later was the more pleasurable one to say the least.
But as soon as I remembered this, the images came flooding back. They pummeled me like the water now hitting my skin. Her beautiful hazel eyes, and those perfect pink lips, her hand in my hair, and her little kisses, they were almost bites. I lifted my hand and felt my lips, they were swollen with her biting kisses. I could feel her against me, standing naked in the shower with me. Her soaking wet body pressed against mine, her bright purple hair soaked, her lips pressed against my neck, she bites me, and I wrap my hands around her back...
"Chris,...Chris are you OK in there?" she says to me
I'm totally puzzled, but soon her body evaporates against mine, and I'm standing under the scorching water, alone yet again. It was my maids voice, not hers...damn it.
"Yea I'm good Carla, thanks" I yell back.
I escape from the liquid flames, and dry myself off. I put on some underwear and an old wife beater and walk out to the living room, Carla was there, my dinner set up at the small yet ornate table on the opposite side of the room.
"Thanks Carla, looks great." I said to her.
She was a pretty girl, but that's about it, we never connected like that, the only girl I had was Dextrose, what a mistake. After Dextrose and I had become intimate, she thought she was my woman, but that one night of passion was empty, and dirty, it wasn't what I wanted, I wanted someone to be honest with their actions, not over embellish them because they think it will make them famous.
The only reason why she was still around is because she was good with her mouth...and not in that way. She could play people very well, a fact I realized after we had sex. She played my emotions, and made me want her when I didn't. She still thinks that I kept her because I like her, but in all reality shes just an asset to the team, nothing more.
I finished my dinner, and thanked Carla.
"It was amazing Carla, thanks so much, and by the way, I've thought it over and you can take whatever days off that you want, I can take care of myself." I said and laughed.
"Well thanks Chris! Do you need anything before you go to bed?" she asked quietly.
"No, I'm fine, thanks. Have a good night."I replied back to her and walked away.
I closed the door to my room, and locked it. I jumped into the silk red and black sheets, and nestled myself into them. That night my dreams were plagued with thoughts of Hit Girl, but in some ways I almost didn't mind.