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Z A R A: The Diary Of A Killer
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BRIGHT RED party lights filled the hall in one of the largest houses in the whole of Italy, La Casa Della Vita. The hall was about the size of 2 football fields, it was gigantic. There were more broken bottles of beer on the floor than there were people living in the United States.
This party was a mess, and it wasn't even over yet. In fact, the real party was about to begin, my party.
The man who organized this wonderful party, Leonardo Berlusconi, has been an enemy of the boss for a while now. No one has been able to get close to him, but here I am, crashing the party. About one football field away, across the hall I saw Berlusconi. Slowly, making a few stops on the way, I arrived at his position.
I could see him staring the living soul out of me, creepy old man that he is. I can't blame him though, I tried my best to look good.
I politely asked "Can I get you some coffee?"
"Yes my dear, and put some sugar in it." He responded, smirking. I quickly plucked coffee out of someones hands and ignored the irritated Italian noises that came out of their mouth. I put the coffee on the table in front of him and asked "Sugar, right?" He nodded, I snatched a bag of powder that strongly resembles sugar out of my bra and I poured it into his cup.
He drank it all in one go, looked at me in disgust and said "This tastes a little different than usual." I gave him a devilish look and walked away like I was walking away from an explosion. I heard a loud *poof* behind me, job done.
That wasn't it though- I put in my airpods, started to run and got in my car as soon as I could. Almost all of the guards from the party ran straight past my car, looking for me. One guard was smart, searched every car and finally came to my car. He smashed the window, it shattered in a million sharp little pieces. One of the pieces went straight into my stomach, ouch. I quickly plucked my knife out of the holster around my thigh and swiftly put it in his chest. He let out a soft moan and collapsed onto the beautifully decorated pavimento.
I put my foot on the right paddle like a brick falling to the ground. Damn, that piece of glass in my stomach hurts. Ignoring the pain it was causing, I got back to the hideout and ran inside before anyone saw me. The wound was bleeding a lot, like a lot a lot. Fernando must've heard me pull up, because he was suddenly right in front of me. He spoke with his beautiful Italian accent "Zara what-a-are you doing-k?! Porca miseria, you are-a bleeding so much!" I gave him the worst reason, a wine glass fell on the ground and exploded. I didn't know what else to say, I couldn't tell him. He offered to treat it, but I said I could do it myself.
I sat down on my bed, it's just a mattress on the concrete floor. The wound was bright red because of the sun peeking through the small little window. I could see all the little dust particles flying around, having a blast. I wasn't having a blast though. I needed to treat the wound all by myself, my fault. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, thankfully. I got the glass out easily and harmlessly.
Fernando came into the room to check on me, "Mamma mia, where have-a you been?"
"Out."
"It's-a secret?"
"Yeah."
"Come on girl, you have to tell-a-me. I'm your partner in crime after all"
I hate it when he says that, we are not partners. I look at him furiously, but he doesn't seem to notice. "Fine, but you will tell me someday." I won't, it will never happen.
2 days later, in the back of some pedo ass old man's car, there I was. All tied up and there was nothing I could do, there was a lot I could do, I just wanted to give him the impression he's actually doing something. We arrived at some shady old shack in the middle of nowhere, where he got me out the car and tied me onto a table. I wondered what he was going to do, I was still fully clothed. Ah, he took of his pants, great. Goddamn that thing was small, I needed multiple magnifying glasses to even catch a glimpse of that shrimp of a dick.
