Bounty pt.2

   That was how my career as a bounty hunter was started. That couple literally kidnapped me from my boring hum-drum life as a waitress and threw me into the fray of an underground world that before then I never even knew existed. It was dark and exciting but most of all it was dangerous. One slip and you were dead, and I don't like to think much about the afterlife.

  The couple who kidnapped me weren't bounty-hunters themselves that took me under their wing and trained me to be a bounty-hunter. No. The man was a Grade B Serial murderer. Not your average whimsicle killer. He was meticulous and picked his targets,but he wasn't as good as a Grade A Serial Murderer. Grade A would be the slot for overly sophisticated killers such as Hannible Lecter.

  The woman was only a Grade C terrorist but she deffinantly had the potential to become Grade A. She was ruthless and spiteful and knew how to make a plan. The pair of them made me into what I am today and I wish that I could have told them thankyou before I blew their brains out. They thought they were training a new breed of evil and I can't say that I am 100% good. I knew when I had a thirst to kill and still do, but I took that lust and put it to good use for society. I became a Bounty-hunter. Which is really a serial killer with a liscence to kill.

   Now I'm the one whose sitting in a diner sipping straight black coffee. It seemed ironic to me how not five years ago I was watching my mentors do the same thing. The waitresses are stairing at me now. Better ignore them and let them continue to live their clueless and sheltered lives. As I tilt my head back I remember the night I was kidnapped and how they almost killed me on the spot. Thrilling...

   I groaned as my head banged against the metal floor of the van and the slam of the door made me realize how bad the situation was. I had been kidnapped by two strangers and the odds of me living were bad. My thoughts raced as I tried to figure out how to live but everything seemed to turn to mush. I was blindfolded and my sense of direction was screwed because of it. I could here my kidnappers feet crunch against gravel as they walked towards the front of the van and climbed in. The engine started and the van lurched into motion. Low murming came from the front seat and I suspected they were discussing how to get ride of me. Suddenly the woman spoke in a voice that I guessed was meant to make me think they weren't so bad but I wasn't fooled.

  " So, what's your name sweetheart?"

  "Robin," I answered. I had given a fake name, but since I was sure I was gonna die, it didn't seem to matter much.

  "Darling, answer me truthfully or I might have to hurt you." The words sounded completely wrong when she sugercoated them.

  "I did answer you truthfully," Might as well piss them off as much as I can before I die, " Besides, it's rude to ask somebody's name without first telling them your name."

 That was when I learned their names were Belinda and James. When I did a DNA test afterwards I learned that their real names had been Billy and Susan. I guess they wanted something more elegant to go by than just your average joe names that anyone could have. Not that either one of them were very striking in their appearances. They looked like average people and acted like average people, but I knew they weren't average. Anything but if you asked me.

  "Stop here James. I want to talk to her in private for a sec." The van pulled over and a door opened and slammed shut. Then I heard scuffling and a couple of swears as the women climbed over the seat to crouch down beside me.

  Her voice had dropped all pretences of being kind and now a poison filled voice replaced the sugary sweet one."Okay. Do you want me to kill you or not? How you act will determine wether you live. Or not." I could hear the sneer in her voice as she said the last part.

  I thought a little bit before I answered in a sardonic tone."Well, how you act will determine wether or not I want to act good or bad. So be nice and maybe I'll be nice." I grinned at my own idiocy,but I had already resigned to the fact that I would die so I didn't care wether I was nice or not.

  She didn't seem to like that answer. Her hand stung as it slapped across my cheek. "I will KILL you! Do you not want to live," Her voice leaked contempt when she spat the next few words," Or are you the type of person who doesn't think life is worth living? I hate those kind of people. It makes it all the more fun to watch them scream at the end. It's funny when they beg to live and cry for their mothers even though they were begging to die before James and I got a hold of them."

 I didn't answer to that. I had always thought my life was boring before I was kidnapped and I have to tell you I was a little happy that I was taken. " I don't wanna die. I just think that since that you're gonna kill me anyways I might as well make you mad, and since you and James enjoy killing I hope your happy when I'm dead."

 " i'm not the one who kills. James is. I just enjoy the look on peoples faces as they realize there's no hope left for them."

  "Wow, you're one sick lady."

  "Thank you, and now it's time you see where you will be taking you last breath." After saying that she jerked up my head and started untying my blindfold.

I snapped back to reality just then as one of the braver, older waitresses was taking my mug to fill it back up with coffee. She didn't look me in the eye and practically ran from my booth. I smirked and got up to leave. Walking towards the door I flipped a twenty on the counter and told them to keep the change.