"Oh, hey." he said back to me, "I was afraid you wouldn't show."
"Why wouldn't I?" I asked.
"I don't know...because your the all mystical and bad ass Hit Girl, maybe you would have had better thing to do..." he was trying to be cute, and it kind of worked, if he didn't sound so nervous.
"So why are we here anyway?" I asked, a stern tone accidentally fell into my voice.
"It's private, and no one really comes out this far, plus I was in the neighborhood." he said, an interesting tone was floating through his voice.
"No tricks?" I asked, I was slightly disturbed.
"No tricks." he promised me.
We walked into the old decaying building, it was dark and eerie, like I had been here before, but a very long time ago, but on the other hand, maybe not.
"Wait here." he whispered in my ear.
I stood in the dark alone while he fidgeted with something in the corner. Then I heard him throw a big switch, the room was illuminated with long strands of Christmas lights, in the middle of the room was Chinese take out on a little table, a TV, and an Xbox 360. there was a small cooler with what looked like a massive amount of soda in it, and in the far far back of the room was a mattress covered in silk sheets. I just wanted to go jump right on it.
"Oh my god..."I let the words fall out of my mouth like drool.
"What do you think?" I was entranced, but had to keep some of my walls up.
"Depends on what games you have and if you have Xbox LIVE." I shot him a hard look.
"Well then apparently your going to love it."
We sat to eat first, he and I talked about almost everything. And soon to our surprise, we had quite a lot in common. I looked at him, his mask was the only thing that skewed this picture, it hurt me to look at him some times, but I began to ignore the mask, and just look into his eyes. I began to pick up all those subtle little quirks about him, he snorted when he laughed, he would fidget in his seat when he got embarrassed or nervous, and the best thing, he looked at me without any malice in his eyes. He looked at me almost in a kind way.
After I had my share of honey sesame chicken, we moseyed over to the Xbox. He had my favorite game, Zombie Apocalypse 2, where four survivors had to fight their way to rescue through the deep south.
"God zombie massacre is so cathartic." I laughed
"Oh man I know! Oh shit!!! Hit Girl come save me! Ahh! Hunter hunters got me!" he yelled out.
"I gotcha!" I yelled as I shot a zombie off Red Mist's avatar's back.
We played for hours on end. And when the zombie killing numbed our minds, the console was turned off.
"Would you come with me?" he asked quietly, the room silent around us.
"Um...sure." I said.
He took me over to the big cushy bed. We sat on the end. He placed his hand on my leg and looked me in the eyes. I looked to him. If I could just pull that mask off, maybe then as Chris D'Amico I could be less like myself. Without the mask he was just a normal guy, he wasn't a killer, or a masked villain, he just just an orphaned rich kid who wanted someone, but that was something deeper in me talking, I knew he was a killer, something was impeding my decisions.
"Please don't kill me for this." he said
He took my hand in his and laid me down in the bed. He kissed me with pure concentrated passion, I gasped for breath in between each kiss. His mouth assaulted mine, his hands found their way up to my corset like they had before but this time he had grasped the courage to untie it. I felt the knot slip, and I gasped. The look in his face was fear and regret, but before he could speak, I pulled him back to me and kept kissing him.
That night, I fell in love with a madman, and he fell in love with a masked vigilante. We spent the night together, embraced so tightly, afraid to let go. he made love to me against my better judgment. But little did I know I was thrusting myself into harms way. I was putting my head in the guillotine, and it was just a matter before someone cut the rope...