The convention was over by 10 at night which either lead for the sheep to go home or to the clubs. My droogs and I went to one of the night clubs down town. The club was called Painted Glass which it stands true to its name. Inside the club was like carved ice without the cold. The glass had would change many colors depending on what music was playing. It would be slow and soft if it was smooth sounding, fast and disorienting if it was something like techno.
I didn't really like the club much, it reminds me of a gay bar with all it's rainbow colors. I just chose this place because I remember killing somebody here once. It was at the dead of hours in the men's bathroom I cut the prick up while he was taking a piss. I remember that being in my early years scared out of my mind because of all the blood. I ran out of there as fast as I can, thinking I was going to get caught but never did. I still think I should have been caught, I didn't wear any gloves and I must have left some evidence behind like a strand of hair or something plus blood was everywhere even on my cloths. I guess I got away with it because it was on the East Side were murder was common and it didn't matter.
While my girls were having a fun time on the dance floor, I was drinking Jack and Coke at the bar. I was mellowing myself out, trying to think light of the events of what happened today: Kidnapped by Nazis, Frau Hitler a man, Alex, Whiners, Isaac, everything. As I was on my second drink I felt a hand on my shoulder, the hand had razors on it, "Welcome to my Nightmare, Alexis," he said. Either out of instinct or fight I took my cane and attacked him. I hit him in the face, back, side, and his groin which he was on the floor groaning in pain. There were bits and pieces of burn make-up on the floor. I pulled him up by his stripped sweater to gain a better look at him. I was about to beat him some more but I stopped as I looked at the familiarity of his burnt free face. I could recognize that face anywhere with those blue eyes and fair features. It was Isaac, he didn't know it was me but, I knew it was him. I let go of Isaac, I stared at him for a moments. A look of recognition was on his face, stepping closer to me. "Do I know you?" he asked, at that moment I knew it was better to leave. "No, you don't know and it's better that way," I said rather nervously then left.
I didn't turn around but, I could hear his footsteps behind me. I walked faster to my car, he was calling me. "Wait," he yelled, "Wait, I do know you! I can't believe I hadn't recognize you on T.V.!" I fumbled with the keys out of shear panic I dropped them. When I picked up the keys, Isaac was there. He took me by the shoulders, making me look at him. Something like longing was spilling from his body. "I know you're her, you're Zoya." I shook my head violently in denial. Of course he was right but, it was for his own good that he not see my face.
His hand was on my face which was partially covered by a mask. I could feel him peeling it away ever so slowly. I knocked his hand away, saying "No…it's better you don't," then drove off. As I was driving I saw him through the rear view mirror, looking disappointed. Better to be alive and disappointed then the other way around, I drove on with tears streaming down my face. Why does he have to do this to me? I tried to kill him and yet he still has feelings for me. Doesn't he understand that I'm dangerous? I bet he does but, he doesn't care. I bet I could kill him a thousand times and he'll still love me.
I drove back to the hotel feeling frazzeled, I should have been concentrating on being followed but I was too….torn. Once the key was in the lock I felt his hands turn me around. He pulled me closer, kissing me like a long lost lover. His hands were on the mask again, the temptation to peel it off of my face was evident. As much as I didn't want this to end I pulled him away. I shook my head, "No, you can't," I said, my throat starting to hurt.
"Why?" he asked looking hurt
"Because….I'll kill you if you do." We were silent, it was unbearable silence then the unthinkable happened. He unmasked me.