Alex stood outside the café where she had agreed to meet him. Her hands that clutched her purse were shaking so badly that the contents inside of the purse rattled. Her eyes widened as a man passed, but when he ignored her, she knew it wasn’t him. Not yet. With an exasperated sigh she sat down at one of the tables and lit up a cigarette. The smoke drifted up and curled around the underside of the umbrella where it stayed, like a layer of fog. Alex crossed her legs and wiggled her foot impatiently as she waited. She glanced again at her watch and frowned, he was 20 minutes late. She decided that she’d wait 10 more minutes and then, if he hadn’t shown she would go home and leave, chalking this whole thing up to a large mistake.

She was just lighting another smoke when a figure emerged from the alley across the street. Her grip on the lighter tightened until her knuckles turned white. She sat up straight in the chair and uncrossed her legs, setting both feet on the floor. Her hands were still shaking as she struggled to retain her composure. As the figure moved closer, she knew it was him. Part of her wanted to bolt- but another part of her knew this was the right thing to do. Move on with her life, and put the past behind her.

He stopped in-front of the table and looked at her. “Alexandra?” he asked her, and at her nod he looked towards the chair across from her. “May I?” He took his seat and studied the woman he had just met. The memory of the phone call he received a few nights ago still fresh in his mind. She sounded scared at first; as if she wasn’t sure she wanted to do this. But as they got to know each other- and learn more her voice took on a harder edge, a determination. The woman had guts; he had to give her that.

The waiter arrived to take their orders, and as he removed their menu’s she toyed with the stem of her wine glass, twirling it between her fingers. Staring down, watching the rich red liquid swirl in the glass. Her eyes were filled with such sadness that it took all the restraint he had not to reach out and rest his hand on-top of hers. He knew it would cause her to bolt, and he wanted her to trust him. He watched her, jaw clenched, shoulders back. She looked like a woman who refused to fall- to buckle under stress. The kind of woman he needed. As the food arrived they made polite small talk as she just pushed her chicken around the plate with her fork. After the waiter came and took their plates away, the stayed silent, finally he said, “After tonight- There’s no turning back, I want you to know that.”

Alex looked him straight in the eyes, “I know.” He picked up the check and refused to let her pay. “No, my treat.” He said with a smile. They both stood, unsure of where to go now. “Want to go for a walk?” she asked him, even though she looked surprised at her own suggestion. He accepted her offer and they headed towards Central Park. She stopped suddenly and turned to face him. “When will you do it?” she asked him, her voice shaking a bit. “When will you be done?” He shrugged as if he didn’t know, even though he did. “Well, will he suffer at least?” she asked in a rather hopeful voice that took him aback.

He assured her quickly that he wouldn’t and she frowned, her brow furrowing, which surprised him. “Damn.” She exclaimed. At the look on his face she laughed, “I wanted him too.” She told him. He directed her to a bench and they both sat down.
“How about I start at the beginning?” she asked, and he told her not to leave anything out.

They sat there talking until the sun dipped below the horizon, until the sound so of the city faded and the stars above came out. She told him how the abuse started- yelling at first, but when she had started to yell back he hit her. She explained how many times she had landed in the hospital and how many times she had to laugh it off and tell people she tripped and fell.

“And now I have reached the point where it’s either I kill him, or he kills me.” She said with a sigh as she pulled out another cigarette to light it. “I tried moving out,” she explained. “But that bastard found me. And as revenge he killed my friend, right in front of me.” She bit down on her bottom lip to try to get her emotions in check, and after a moment she continued. “So now, if I ever want to be free and not constantly live in fear, this is what I have to do.”

She exhaled slowly, and studied the smoke for a few seconds before saying, “So you see, I want him to suffer like I’ve had to suffer. I want him to know why he’s going to die. And in the end I want him to know that It’s me that’s having this done.” She dropped the cigarette on the ground and ground it out with her foot. Her voice had taken on a whole new tone- One that gave him chills down his spine. “Call me when you’ve finished.” She said. And with that she stood up and walked away, with out a backwards glance.

Mark groaned as he slowly regained consciousness, his eyes fluttering open and then quickly closing again to avoid the agonizingly bright light. Mark made a move to shield his eyes and realized that his hands were tired behind his back making  Marks eyes shoot wide open. He was still disoriented as his eyes scanned the room, revealing bland walls, a table in front of him and the single chair to which he as bound. There was a door, and he didn’t need to go check to know, instinctively, that it was locked. He dropped his head down to his chest and ran through a mental list of who would want to do this and why; No one came to mind. Mark was wrenched from his thoughts when he heard footsteps echoing outside the door and the low murmur of voices.

Casey paused outside the door and raised a finger to her lips to silence David. She moved closer to hear if there were signs of life inside the room. She had been so angry when David arrived carrying Mark’s lifeless form. Casey had demanded to know what happened and her anger quickly steeped to a boiling rage when she learned about the dead man on the train. She pulled the keys from her pocket and quickly unlocked the door, pushing it open to confront Mark at last. The icy blue eyes staring at her were not filled with fear, which disappointed her. “Hello there Mark.” she said to him as she walked into the room. “I hope you find the lavish accommodations comfterbal” she said as a frigid smile appeared on her face.

“You really shouldn’t have gone out of your way.” he responded, a hint of laughter in his voice. He watched her walk across the room to stand in front of him, her cool calculating stare trained on his bound form. “I never would have guessed it was you.” he said after a tense moment. “So tell me, what have I don’t to be bestowed with this honor?” he asked, his eyebrow raising.

“Oh so you really don’t remember me then?” she asked him, her lips moving into a perfected pout. “Oh, I’m so hurt.” she said, her voice full of mockery.

“Nope nothing comes to mind.” he looked towards the door. “Where’s your big strong man?” he asked as he redirected his attention back to her. “And was I really that bad in bed?” he joked.

Casey laughed, “Ah Mark, It’s a shame that you have to be such a royal jackass you really are rather witty.” she mused. “But due to your blunder…”

“What blunder?” He interjected before she could finish her sentence. Suddenly he was very curious as to what horrible crime he had committed that had earned him the punishment of death.

Casey paused, her eyes narrowing into a venomous glare, “Do not interrupt me, Mark.” she commanded her voice suddenly cold as ice and just as quick as it happened, her voice and appearance returned to normal. “One moment.” she said over her shoulder as she walked towards the door. “And I will finish my story.”Mark watched as Casey pulled the door open walked through it. Once it was closed again he sighed and leaned his head back. He wiggled his fingers which were gradually losing feeling from being in the same position for so long.

At the sound of the door opening again Mark sat up straight and watched her, admiring the gentle swat of her hops as she walked towards him. His lips curled into a smirk as the previous night came to mind.”Well aren’t you just the cat that swallowed the canary.” she said sardonically as she stopped in front of him, hands on her hips.

“More like you’re the cat that swallowed, Darlin’” her retorted and then snickered as her face started to flush from the embarsment or anger, he couldn’t tell.  She shifted uncomfortably as she thought back to that night. The image of Mark over her caused her flush to creep over her chest and up her neck. To keep Mark from noticing she walked behind him and changed the subject.

“So you want to know why you deserve this, hmm?” she asked keeping her voice steady while visions invaded her mind causing her body to betray her. As she paused behind her victim her traitorous hands itched to reach out and touch him, causing her to clench them into fists down by her sides.

Mark shifted in his seat again, he could feel her presence behind him like an ominous shadow and he swore that her breathing had deepened. He smiled, satisfied that she was effected by his comment. He knew she was going to drag this out as long as she could, bait him and tease him until finally she got what she wanted. His death. “Why I’d love to know.” he said casually as he crossed one leg over his knee and leaned back a bit in the chair, causing the front legs to rise off the ground.

Casey glared at the back of his head with disgust. How could he be so calm at a time like this? Didn’t he know his life was in danger? That the end was near for him? Casey continued walking, the sound of her heels echoing through the room. “Well Mark,” she said pausing slightly. “I believe that perhaps we should refresh your memory.” she walked towards the table and picked up the folder that Mark hadn’t seen. As she walked back towards him she opened the folder and read aloud.

“Last night a shoot out occurred at Isabella Sirigliano’s Headquarter with the steamed Mob boss Cilliam McAlister , leaving McAlister wounded and in intensive care at Mercy Medical Center.” She paused to look up at Mark to gauge his reaction, and still that fucker appeared cool and calm.

Mark listened to her read-her articulate words flowing freely from her lips and suddenly he found himself staring at them yet again. Once she finished he coughed and lowered the chair back to the ground. “And again I ask, what does it matter?”

She laughed as she closed the folder. “Does that mean you don’t want me to continue?” she asked as she tapped it against her hand. “or do you want the short version? Or perhaps you want the whole story?” she walked back to the table and sat on top of it, crossing her legs and setting the folder next to her leg.

“Short version- since I’m sure you’ll answer any questions I may have.” He moved in his seat in a dire attempt to regain some feeling in his arms. “Could you…?” he asked as he shrugged his shoulders as an indication of what he wished for. He watched as a cruel smile appeared on her face.

“Oh Mark, uncomfortable?” she asked in a rather sadistic tone. “Don’t worry.” she said as she crossed her legs. “This is just a mild distraction compared to what is yet to come.” Her lips curled upwards into a pleased smile just before there was a knock on the door.

So I’m still alive.

Yup.

Howdy folks.

I’m still alive.

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find me bitches.

Stalk me bitches.

yes!

the end.

kthnx.

You’re never to old to Trick Or Treat

my friends are proof.

The youngest one is David, 19 the oldest Is Tree, 26 o/

We rawk

Well I cant sleep. I was looking at the Blog I started on here. most of you know it “we all go to south”

Its been almost 2 years since I started that craziness, and my look how my baby has grown.

Started: 10/18/2003
Members: 345

I’m proud. Are you proud? You should be. You’re made it so famous, so awesome. So totally hip and in the now.

And now, I must have popcorn for breakfast.

The end.

LMFAO. Im re-reading my OLD OLD Xanga stuff from 2years ago

Sept. Tenth. 2003

I am Fuuuunnnnny`

WWW.MySpace.com/WickedYDork

Oh yes, I am so trendy and cool…

So I Quit on Quitting. Why you ask? Because there is no way in hell I can work at meijer and not smoke. That place makes you batty. Children screaming, people whining about prices, and just being complete and utter idiots who I want to stab. Maybe someday I’ll quit. I want too, but for now I enjoy it, it calms me and makes me slowly kill myself which is as close as I’ll come to killing someone else.

Well I went and did it. Did what you ask mr. text box? why I went and Got naked, 100% naked at a party. Last night was hottub night. I Got Drunk, then naked and made out with people. Not surprising. What was surprising was waking up the next morning and going “holy shit, wheres my underwear?”

I’m so tired of working. The only good thing about it is the 300-400 bucks a week I’m pulling in because my managers are dicks. Life is confusing. This guy, should be with me…and hes not. And i see him constantly, and Its always the sme thing..”why arnt you mine?” not that I say that to him, but I think it. And it sucks. A lot. and makes me all quiet and reflective on the things that have happened.

I’m going to quit smoking. Why you ask? 1.)Im out of smokes. 2.) It’d probably be better for me. and 3.) I have no money till thursday. So If I can make it too thursday with out begging someone to save me, then I will have, For once, sucessfully quit. The only downside to this is A. Cravings. And B. Seeing a lot less of my friends. Which sucks, but I’m too fuckin busy with work anyway. So wish me luck.

I really need to do laundry. I was suposed to today, but I got distracted by “Just like Heaven” which made me cry, a lot. and such. And it made me believe even more in fate and that there is someone out there for everyone, just have to give it time. Kinda made me want to go into a coma so I could Find someone. Such a cute sappy movie.

Right, So theres a real entry from me. Im sure I could babble on for a few more hours, but I have a book I want to finish reading tonight before I pass out. Be good folks, or something close to it.