Deals

The suit smiling at me like I was soon to be employee then a criminal shook my hand. I smiled a little but I was thinking to myself, why do they even bother to give us lawyers? Lawyers are pigs fat full of money and blinder then justice herself. You can hand all the evidence that I've murdered a dozen or more people and they'll still say I'm innocent. What fools! Sure I would love to go free and satisfy my urges but, even if I do go free the public will be after my neck. It doesn't matter if you're guilty or not people want to see justice and willing to spill blood to get it.

"Listen sir, I'm not interested in being defended. I know I've done those things and I'm not sorry –" Before I could even finish, the suit waved his hand to silence me. What he said surprised me. "Zoya, I'm not your lawyer. I'm surprised you refused to ask for one." I looked at him, feeling a little bit curious. If he wasn't a lawyer then who the hell was he and why is he here? "I work for the government, Miss Lovejoy. I'm here to clear you of all charges."

My jaw dropped and my eyes went as wide as saucers. Was this man joking or was he absolutely serious? I was expecting any moment now for the suit to just start laughing at me and saying something like "With the things you've done you'll either be dead or they'll lock you up and throw away the key." But the suit wasn't laughing at all, in fact he was serious. "You serious aren't you?"

"Of course, Miss Lovejoy, all the charges against you will be dropped if only you agree to work in a government project." I kind of sniggered to myself. Of course there was going to be a catch here. They're not just going to drop all the charges because they like me. Although I have to admit, I am pretty good looking, so was Ted Bundy and still he got fried! "What's this 'government project' mister?"

"Rubik, you can me Stan Rubik."

"Alright Stan Rubik, tell me what this project is before I decide on anything." There's one thing about the government you have to know about is it's a sadist. I'll admit I'm a monster but the American government has actually done worse then I have. It has this foolish idea it's God even if this land was a free country.

"Miss Lovejoy, since violence is fascinating to people and since the day of your arrest you've been a minor celebrity. You have done things mostly a man would have done. You are the first woman serial killer that is on the same level as BTK and Ted Bundy." I shook my head laughing at what I was hearing.

"No, Mr. Rubik, I'm not the first women serial killer. There are plenty of women out there whom have done the same things I've did. It's just they've done a better job keeping it a secret or it was blamed on a man." Men more then women have been blamed for serial killings unless they were in a group of some kind. Society likes the idea women are frail, weaker things that would do anything to protect the children. I'll give you a personal secret my humble audience, women are fierce just like a man but much more quieter.

"And besides Rubik, I don't like to fuck dead things like Bundy." Mr. Rubik seemed unfazed by the question, only to continue on his monologue. "What I'm trying to say, Miss Lovejoy, is the government and the media are deciding to make the first snuff film in history to the public. We want you to be the star." I looked at Mr. Rubik as is he was crazy. For a second, I thought he was off his rocker. Snuff actually shows people getting tortured and killed in the most brutal way possible. I wouldn't have thought society would go so low as to see a snuff film but, then again people favor seeing a head chopped off then a couple making out on the park.

"What if I refuse, Mr. Rubik?" I asked, feeling I know the answer already. Mr. Rubik stood up, looking down on me all business like. I didn't like the way he was staring at me, it was like staring at the devil himself. "Then you'll have to face the death penalty, Miss Lovejoy. Do you want to live, Zoya?"

I nodded, of course I wanted to live but, then I would have to face the danger of the public. "Yes, I want to live but, what about the people watching this. They'll know it's me and there are people out there that want me dead."

"I know that, Miss Lovejoy but, you are going to be protected. In fact you are going to have an new identity with the pubic. On television you're not going to be known as Zoya Lovejoy."

"Then what is my new identity, Mr. Rubik?" I asked even more curious and eager to know what this little project is. "First, Zoya do you accept being in this project?"

I nodded my head, sealing my fate to the government, "Yes" I said. Mr. Rubik pulled out a suit case and opened it. He handed me a folder that read: Droog. I looked back at Rubik, he seemed to know the look of astonishment on my face then I looked back at it. Hardly, anyone knew what A Clockwork Orange was about. I knew that it was all about violence, sex, and the future. It's 2075, the future is now and I know that it's brutal so it'll make sense that the snuff should be inspired film.

I sniggered as I saw what was inside. It was my new identity or should I say my new alias. My new name was Alexis DeLarge and I was the head Droog.