Time is going by but there remains things to be done. The time will come where I have to punch out and preparation will be demanded for the hunting trip with James, but these hours are going to have to last a lifetime. The time has been more difficult to keep grasp of than what was it was expected, and it has managed to slither out of my clutches. I could easily tell James that I have chosen not to accompany him on his trip, but a lot of me actually wants to.
It will provide time to rejuvenate myself and to get a little bit of fresh, unpolluted air. But before that can be consummated, something else must be achieved.
There's nothing more soothing than watching the seconds go by after a life has been concluded. Sadly, there is nothing more aggravating than watching the seconds go by while knowing you could have concluded someone's life.
I want a carefree weekend, but for my life to ease, another life must be ended, and it would seem the only one in my friend's list that can offer me that is Silvia Garcia. I know that if I want to end her life in the near future, then I can't do it alone. I've already taken more than enough risks, and they only become more obtrusive.
I can't afford to make anymore mistakes.
After my encounter with Logan Norms, I returned home and retrieved my staffs.
As far as I knew, I was going for the kill.
I contacted Belladonna, who I made a mental-note to remember where lived. (I figure if Belladonna was actually going to offer me that privilege unlike Cepheus then I wasn't going to take it for granted.) I spent some time explaining to her the situation and the reasons why I believed for Silvia Garcia to be guilty. It didn't take long for her to eagerly agree to join me on my endeavor.
Speaking of Silvia, it was an understatement when Logan Norms said the Sidian Inn was close to her old-house. The Sidian Inn stands literally just a couple of blocks away from it. The building is a flawless place for Silvia Garcia, because nobody pays attention to it. It was just like her prior to the trial before she was abruptly brought to prominence. Albeit, yes, it's a little questionable to return so close to the scene of the crime. A little sketchy. I didn't offer too much objection though.
Belladonna and I stand on the rooftops. The beautiful and ever-so visited rooftops. Staring up as a waning moon stares back at us. These are the moments I make effort to enjoy. The darkness engulfing my surroundings and the cold air cleansing me. The vanquishing of a prey acquires the most enjoyment, but the moments leading up to it aren't bad either. The moments aren't decorated with impatience and recklessness, but keen reasoning and genuine enjoyment.
Whether I wear a mask or not, these times are when the disguise is nowhere to be seen. I'm not looking for the approval of anybody else. The stares become ineffective. They're desperate in having my approval, and they're forced to hope that my eyes don't wander off in their direction. These feelings they have or would have are rightful, I don't intend on ruffing them up, sending them to prison, and crossing my fingers that they change. I intend on killing them.
Plain and simple.
Black and white.
That was that.
The truth is I care enough to only kill those I believe deserve it, but only slightly care about their victims.
This is about me.
This isn't about them, and it's not even about the person I kill.
It's about me.
I wonder if Belladonna feels the same way.
She has shown the incredible talent at making the act of decapitation look adorable, but I know only the extent of why she does the things she does.
She feels regret for killing Sydney Williams years ago, but I never regretted killing Alfonso Alvarez. I never regret killing anybody.
“Are you sure that you want to go through with this?” Belladonna asks, sounding unbalanced.
Belladonna has every right to be unsettled, or perhaps unsure about what we are about to do. She is even more out of the loop at the moment than I am and there hadn't been much in the way of preparation for this attack. I could sense she wanted to kill almost as bad as I did, but I could also tell that she didn't want to take this large of a risk.
“There's never going to be a better night to do this than the present. We just need to keep our heads level. Pick the most vital moment to strike,” I say, but am I trying to convince Belladonna or myself?
“Alright,” Belladonna says confidently. “But, what do we do now?”
“We wait, very soon Silvia will leave Sidian, and it is at that point that we follow her, and try to see if she goes to a discreet location.”
“This seems ri...”
“It doesn't have to be risky, if she goes to a location uninhabited then we should be able to quickly kill her and discard of evidence before anyone knows what happened,” I interrupt.
“What if she doesn't?”
“If she doesn't then we'll have to think of something else, but we're going to kill her tonight.”
The nod that she offers does little to disguise that she is uncertain. The uncertainty filling the air diminishes the clarity of my decision. This isn't the decision that I should have made, but it is the decision that I have made. The seconds evolve into minutes, and they transition into hours, but it feels like an eternity. The idea hadn't dawned upon me that Silvia Garcia wouldn't depart from her hotel room tonight.
The idea felt unreal, or impossible. Silvia Garcia, a documented party-girl, just now regaining her freedom, has decided that the Friday night isn't worth acknowledging? Maybe she is afraid, but what does she really have to be afraid of?
“We can't stay out here all night,” Belladonna finally utters shakily, either from the cold or the anxiousness.
“Let's go inside then,” I respond.
“Orion,” Belladonna begins.
“It's nighttime, and chances are that everybody is asleep,” I plead.
“You realize how microscopic this hotel is, if she does as much as whispers the word “help” then there will be people breaking down the door to her room faster then we can get away.”
“You're right,” I say with strong agitation.
I am starting to realize at a fast pace what Belladonna offers me. A more sensible and careful perspective toward a situation. It may be something that I don't appreciate to its fullest at times, but it's something that I need.
“We can't afford to get reckless, but that doesn't change the fact that we can't leave here tonight without achieving something.”
“Shh..,” Belladonna utters before pointing down off of the rooftops at a car pulling into the parking lot of the hotel.
The car, a rugged contender for junker of the year, reels into the parking lot and successfully manages to not collide into a nearby parked vehicle. The car rampages through before finding a spot. The door flings open, attacking the silver minivan it missed earlier and creates a dent that's noticeable even from where I am standing. The driver steps out of the car. I can feel my heart begin to beat faster.
Silvia Garcia in all her glory. A drunken Silvia Garcia is getting out of the car. I hadn't contemplated the possibility she had already departed from the hotel.
Was it wishful thinking that murderers would present their throats on a silver platter for slicing from my switch-blade?
Belladonna and I stare downward at Silvia Garcia as she stumbles forward in a drunken stupor, her body swaying back in fourth with each careless step she takes. We begin to bring ourselves off the rooftops, sliding down the paneling of the building with undeniable adroitness. For a moment, we thought Silvia actually heard us as we struck against the concrete pavement, the way she started to shake and tremble.
This took us aghast but we were calmed at the very instant she vomited allover the ground. Both of us hurry toward her, wanting to make sure that she is far enough from the hotel and well enough into the blackness for us to strike with it being too out in the open. After she has returned to her feet, she jerks herself back and at a glance of the masked fiends heading her way prepares to scream, but I mask her mouth using my gloved hand, causing one of my staffs to depart my clutches as Belladonna catches it before it drops against the concrete.
“If you scream, your lunch isn't the only thing that you'll be losing tonight.” I utter firmly, but yet feel almost unable to disguise my excitement.
I'm like a little kid in the candy store. A candy store littered with throats for the slicing and skin to puncture with a knife.
After hearing muffled ramblings from Silvia that manage to sneak through my glove, I tilt my other staff against her skull, informing her what will happen if she screams. I remove my glove from her mouth, allowing for her to speak.
“Please don't kill me! I'll do anything,” Silvia shrieks with intoxicated fear.
“Can you bring your mother, Cameron back from the dead after you killed her?” Belladonna chimes in.
“Wha-What!? I didn't kill her! She's my mother for God's sake! Why can't you people just leave me the hell alone. I was found innocent, dammit!” Silvia retorts.
“You were found not guilty,” I correct. I think my hands are actually shaking from the excitement I am feeling. “It wouldn't exactly be the first time that somebody weaseled their way out of taking responsibility for their actions.” I continue, unconvinced.
“What do I have to do to make you believe that I didn't kill her?”
“Having not have killed her would've greatly helped your case. Or perhaps maybe you could summon her ghost from the ground and have her say you didn't kill her. That would surely convince us of your innocence. Or, at the very least, it'd scare the shit out of us.” I offer with a certain snark in my voice. “We all know that you aren't about to do that though, but only one of us knows why you did it. I want for you to stop the charade and tell me why you felt it necessary to take the person that brought you into this world out of it.”
“I didn't fucking kill her, alright!?”
“She brought you to the point of hysterics, she brought you to the point that you bludgeoned her to death. The dismemberment of her body came afterward. You cut up her corpse into little fucking pieces, you went less than a mile away from the house an...”
“No! That didn't happen, I wouldn't do that!” She interrupts.
I smile underneath my mask. I'd be a liar if I said her performance isn't worthy of an award. Monsters slain by the mighty, masked vigilante have found a way to accept the consequences of their actions, and accept that the action had been committed. Silvia is persistent in proclaiming her innocence. She hasn't come clean to her crime or slipped up in a way to allow us to see past the lies, and to see the act at its most of clarity.
She adamantly believes she isn't responsible for the death of her mother. Is she responsible for the death of her mother? I watch as the tears stream rapidly down her face, her face distorted from her drunken smile, taking its place is a whimpering frown.
As much as somebody else may feel inclined to feel sympathy, I feel nothing.
I established the method of targeting criminals as a way to hold onto even the slightest thread of humanity, but even it feels flushed away.
Right now, all that I am focused on is feeding the demons.
All that I am focused on is killing.
Could have cut the tension with a knife, but I was saving my switch-blade for Garcia's tongue.
“What are we doing, we can't do this,” Belladonna says, breaking the silence.
“What!?” the words escape from my mouth so coldly that I almost shake.
“We have nothing saying she's guilty.”
“Who cares?” I fire back. Plain as day.
“We can't kill her if she's innocent,” Belladonna pleads.
I come to a pause as I try and fail to assimilate the words pouring from Belladonna's mouth. I have been completely oblivious to the possibility of a life not concluding at my clutches, at least for tonight. I had chosen not to see the likelihood of it all, but she has.
I drop my staff to the floor and watch as it strikes the ground. Silvia drops to a kneeling position about the same time, whimpering pathetically.
I turn away from her and begin to walk away into the blackness, leaving for Belladonna to put together the pieces on her own.
This isn't what I wanted to happen.
This isn't why I asked for Belladonna to join me on this venture.
Does she not need to kill as badly as I do?
Is she not addicted? Is she not as a dependent on this as I am?
She was supposed to make this kill easier, but instead she has kept it from happening. She has forced me to show remorse.