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The cheap motel room reeked of stale cigarettes and too much sex. Neither appealed to him at the moment. He was here, hiding away from the world that mocked his genius. Well, he would show them. First, though, he needed her, the one with the sad brown eyes.
She called to his heart, made him want to protect her from the idiots that dared to harm her. Beneath her sadness was strength, something she would need to be by his side. Hell was coming and he was its harbinger.
He knew she would understand because she was like him: flawed, beautiful and deadly. She hadn’t awakened the beast of death that slumbered in her heart, but soon she would. He had plans in place for that.
Disgusted by his bloody gloves, he peeled them off and tossed them in the garbage bag at his feet.
The girl on the bed stared back at him with those lifeless eyes. Stupid girl had been eager to make a quick buck. When he told her what he wanted, she refused and tried to run. Her one and only mistake. After he finished, and her screams ceased, he washed her and put her on the bed.
“Must be tidy. Always tidy or mama will lock you away,” he giggled.
Abruptly, he stopped and glared. The girl on the bed was not her. Of course, she didn’t understand or appreciate his skills. That’s why the game needed to be played. And, if the girl with the sad brown eyes won, together they would bring Hell to all their persecutors.
He spared the dead girl one last glance. “Good-bye girlie. Thank you for the fun time.” He picked up his garbage bag and left the room.
The light outside blinded him for a brief moment. He got in his hovercar and twenty minutes later strolled into his office.
“Good afternoon, Frannie.”
“Good afternoon, Mr. Bairston. You have new messages and a dinner party at six.”
His administrative assistant smiled and he smirked. She was middle-aged and harbored a secret crush on him. He chose to exploit it every chance he got.
“Thank you, Frannie. Remind me to give you a raise.”
“Of course, Mr. Bairston. You are the best.” She winked and returned to her work.
He grinned until he entered his office. He growled in disgust.
“What does she take me for? Stupid woman. Dried up, useless and pathetic. But I mustn’t get rid of her. Not yet. I still need her.”
He tossed his briefcase on the mahogany desk and loosened his tie. He glanced at the clock. “I have time,” he muttered.
He paged Frannie. “Hold all calls and take messages. I have a project to finish.”
“Yes, Mr. Bairston.”
He needed to find his girl, the one who understood. Settling into his chair, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.