One shots

Scene 10

Tristan slowly pulled open the door to his one bedroom apartment and dropped his keys into the small basket inside the door before locking it behind him.  He trudged through the small apartment to the even smaller kitchen and pulled a beer from the refrigerator.  He popped the top off and threw the cap onto the floor, not caring that he was making a mess of the last thing he had left of his beloved Mia. He’d feel bad about it later, but all he could think of right now was drowning his sorrows in Budweiser.  He glanced briefly to the clock that declared the time being 5pm. He sat down in the large Lazy-E-Boy in the living room adjoined to the dining room.  He flipped on the TV for some noise so he didn’t feel so alone.  He finished his beer quickly and continued to reach for more and more as the evening slowly ticked by.  He thought of Mia.  How much he missed her, how she looked, why she could have possibly decided to move on, and why she didn’t love him anymore.

Mia moved her smooth brown hair from her face and pushed it gently behind her ear and hailed a cab on the side of a rainy San Francisco street.  A cabbie pulled over and she climbed in silently, before mumbling the address of her favorite club.  The cab driver pulled the yellow car into the 5 o’clock rush hour of the big city.  Mia caught a small glimpse of her reflection in the rear view mirror.  Her green eyes were dull with pain and lacked their usual joyful sparkle.  When the cab pulled over not five minutes later, she paid the driver with a few crumpled bills from her coat pocket. She stepped onto the sidewalk, surveyed her surroundings including the door of a large nightclub with a bouncer the size of a troll.  Mia smiled at him as he opened the door for her.  She walked into the dark club, dropped her light blue raincoat off at the door and continued in.  Mia pulled her long hair into a small bun in the middle of her head and danced her way through the throngs of people dancing to Nicki Minaj.  

She climbed the stairs to the VIP booths and kissed the bodyguard on the cheek as he allowed her inside with a slight grin.  Mia yanked the ponytail from her hair, shaking her head side to side to tousle it softly and moved sexily through the room to a young blond man sitting on a black leather couch on the other side.  He stood and moved swiftly toward her.  They met in the middle of the room, where he grabbed her waist as they started to dance.  The few other people in the small booth left silently, leaving them alone with the pulsing music of a new song.  Mia belted out the lyrics perfectly as she continued to move in perfect rhythm. Mia felt him move his hands up to her stomach as he pulled her closer against him.  She continued to sing even when she broke from his strong embrace and moved around the room, dancing, singing, and twirling her hair around as if she was in a music video.  

She leaned against the smooth glass wall behind her, propped one foot against it and pushed away, grabbing the man by his black cotton t-shirt and pulling him toward her and kissing him fiercely.  Caught off guard, he pressed against her and deepened the kiss as he leaned her against the same glass wall and wrapped his muscled arms around her.

“Mia.” He whispered into her ear.  She smiled seductively, spun around and pushed him through the glass.  It shattered with small hairline cracks and fell to pieces around him as he fell 20 feet down onto the dance floor.  Mia pulled a small handgun from the waistband of her denim short shorts and shot directly at one of the sprinklers that was connected the fire system.  Screams erupted from the dance floor as Mia slipped from the room, shooting the bodyguard in the chest on her way out.  He fell to the floor with a thud as the bullet penetrated deep into his chest, lodging into his heart, stopping it.  His blood soaked into the carpet.

Mia continued down the stairs, through the back exit and into a dark alley of one of the back streets.  She wiped her fingerprints from the gun with her silk tank top and tossed it in one of the many dumpsters she passed as she sprinted through the dark streets.  The rain from earlier had increased its speed and pelted her as she ran toward the bay.  Once there, she leaped into the warm California water and swam to a large speedboat just off shore.

“A half hour.  Impressive.” A smooth female voice said, as Mia was helped up into the vessel.  The engine roared loudly as the boat lurched with energy.  They sped off into the dark, with only the light from the far off yacht to guide them.  They sped through the black water as Mia stripped of her wet clothes and changed into a dry graphic t-shirt and black spandex that sat on a stool next to her.  For the first time that day, she thought of Tristan back in New York City.  She was only there for a short mission, and he had only gotten in the way.  She pushed the thoughts of him away and turned to the woman next to her.  She had long blond hair pulled into a loose ponytail in the middle of her head and sparkling blue-green eyes. She put her hand on Mia’s shoulder and congratulated her on a completed mission.  Mia smiled and thanked her.  They were silent as they continued to the yacht that was consistently getting closer.