A villain for life.

Ten.

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Olyver had taken the beat up rental onto the freeway and from there he made his way through stop and go traffic, his window down and the radio turned up loud. He found it hard to believe that all they ever played on every station were songs from boy bands with girly voices whose ball sacs hadn't even dropped. It felt like an entire generation had passed in his one year stay at the prison.

In the end he had switched it off and settled for driving serenely in the slow afternoon trickle.

He was keyed up and focused on an idea that over the last few years had taken on potential life changing circumstances that would make for one hell of a finale.

Olvyer's plans revolved around the journalist Gia Fisher. He had been thinking about her for a while ever since he had heard about her encounter with the lonely heart murderer straight from the horse's mouth back in prison.

The lonely heart murderer didn't earn the name for nothing, the irksome love crazed lunatic with a charming demeanor would target beautiful brunettes mostly those who were lonely, strike up a friendly conversation, stalk and kidnap them and then carve out their beating hearts, only to eat them in front of a shrine he had built for the Greek god Eros for some fucked up claim that his true love would only then be released from the shadow world. What the dumb fuck failed to realize was the last woman he would ever date was an investigative journalist who was trailing him the same time he was stalking her. The woman had waited for the precise moment to alert the authorities, right before he could twist his cold knife into her chest. She'd been recording him the whole time too, somehow making him spill the beans before he realized he had gone one step too far.

Gia Fisher. The woman deeply fascinated him, he had big plans for her.

Following a soccer moms SUV in front of him, Olyver trawled down the homey neighborhood, finding a parking spot in front of the ten story concrete building.

He glanced at himself in the rear view mirror. His eyes were now hidden behind green contacts lending a little spark to his otherwise black soulless looking ones, his brown roots where now showing beneath the blond dye. He raked it behind and stuck a gun down the waistband of his slacks. Olyver whistled to himself as he got down, popped open the trunk and looked at the petrified hog-tied hooker, he reached over her writhing body to tighten a knot. Smiling pleasantly he then slammed it back shut on her mascara stained pleading face.

Side-stepping a gooey puddle of something on the pavement that smelt bizarrely like rotten cheese, Olyver held his breath and got back into the car, rolling up the window quickly he finally found a good music station, spending a good hour watching pedestrians meander around the area, listening to some Mozart and Beethoven, until he finally found the woman he was looking for scuttling along the street towards him.

Gia Fisher was in a brown faded jacket and loose fitting hipster jeans. She looked just like she did a year ago in her photo, except for her hair which was now sheared short. It did anything but make her look boyish, instead highlighting her slender neck and small petite frame. She had rather large eyes, too big for her face and he followed the slight swing of her hips as she moved. Gia walked like a woman on a mission, his eyes slowly trailed upwards to the expensive camera she was hugging to herself.

Gia had found something exciting.

He waited patiently as she fitted her key into the door and then got out of his car, locked it and followed her into the building.

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