Blood and Sweaters

Chapter 2

Hellion

A mischievous person

Ransom had been having a terrible time in jail. The only thing he was thankful for was that he didn't have to deal with a cellmate. But within a few days, that too proved to be torture. With every silent moment that went by his thoughts got louder and darker. Maybe that was the whole reason he was put into his own cell. The bed was rock hard which made sleeping near impossible and the food sucked, it made Ransom almost want to starve to death. But his thoughts that came in the silence and the darkness of the night was what drove him to the edge of insanity.

As he sat there spindled in a web of his thoughts an officer came to inform him that he had a visitor. The officer put him in handcuffs and took him to an empty room with surprisingly no camera which made Ransom suspicious.

As he entered the room, he turned around so the officer could remove the handcuffs.

"Sit, " the officer commanded.

Ransom sat down on the cold steel chair. He rubbed his wrists from where the handcuffs held a little too tight. His movements immediately stilled as a girl in a black leather jacket and a half-skull mask came into sight. The girl slowly stalked toward the table in the middle of the silent, icy cold room, taking a seat on the other metal chair opposite Ransom. It wasn't the leather jacket or her dark eyes that sent a chill down his spine. It was the sly smile that crept onto her face when she looked in his direction. He had no idea who she was but by the looks of it, she wasn't going to tell him so he decided to ask.

"I'm sorry but who are you?"

"Well, honey I'm not going to lie to you,"- the smirk growing as she leaned closer to him,- "I'm here to kill you.

Fear flashed in Ransoms eyes as he stared at Aria. It was something that she thoroughly enjoyed the fear that danced in her victim's eyes the same way a deer looked at a lion who was about to attack. The look of uncertainty. The look of hopelessness. The realization that there was no escape. She relaxed in her chair watching him with hawk-like eyes, enjoying his little nervous outbreak as he looked all around the room for some sort of way out. Aria observed him in the way that a cobra stalks its prey. She knew she wasn't planning on killing him but it didn't hurt to watch him squirm in his chair, trying hard to be brave. After a short while, she grew bored of her little game and decided to put him out of his misery and tell him why she really was there.

"I'm not going to kill you. I've seen what you've done. And to be honest I like your style. You have potential, you need a little help with the execution."

Ransom looked offended by her last words but she didn't give him a chance to protest.

"If you had perfect execution we wouldn't be meeting here now, would we? I'm on the most wanted list but you don't see me in the little carrot outfit. If you pulled off your plan perfectly, Marta would be here instead of out there hiring hitmen to assassinate you."

"Marta hired you?" Ransom seethed with narrow eyes.

"Yes and if you want your chance at revenge you'll help me," Aria said in all seriousness.

"And why should I trust you? You're here to kill me," he inquired, intrigued.

"Because if I wanted you dead you already would be, " Aria lifted her t-shirt slightly to reveal the blue handgun tucked into her waistband.