Mr. X's Revenge: From The Grave

5- Don't Wave That White Flag

Sam stared at me with a long, discerning look. One that drove a spit deep into my heart and every time he smiled it twisted that spit and splintered it. He had already told me how much time I had for this task; Twenty-four hours, but he was waiting until midnight to tell me what the task was. In the meantime, I wanted answers.

"How long?" I began. "How long have you been working with George?" he sighedm. He turned from me and started looking out the window.

"Since the beginning. I really didn't know that this was going to go so far as to marrying you."

"Do you even love me?" he sighed again, this time in a rugged fashion.

"That's the hardest part about this. Cause I really do. You dont know this about me, but I'm a sociopath, and even though I say I love you, I can mean it and still kill you with no remorse. Its hard, and nobody else knows other than you."

"So that just means your perfectly fine with this. Seeing as though the definition of a sociopath is a person without moral judgement and lack of reasoning."

"Yeah, exactly." He sighed. "To me, its like a bridge, If I look at one side, I'll see water, yet if I look at the other side, I'll also see water. It makes no difference to me."

I glanced to the clock, dreading the coming time, yet embracing it deeply. This would be the test that determines if I am actually ready to become a master dreamer, or more so on a mental level. Watching the clock is like an old Indian saying, you can try to watch a flower grow but you wont get anywhere doing so.

A quick jump scare as Sam's phone begins to ring from the depths of dead silence. This could just be the begining of what ever terror awaits me. Sam looks at me with no actual concern or happiness. It was the most mellow and calm face I'd ever seen his handsome face make. It really did kill me inside, to know that I'm married to a handsome cold-blooded sociopath with more-or-less the all out intentions of either killing me or setting fire to the rain. Which now seemed to be made of kerosene and gasoline.

Once more I glance at the clock that sits in front of me, damn near plastered to the wall. Two minutes until my first test. Fingers crossed that it would be a small task first. My heart started racing as Sam ends his phone call and raises his eyebrow towards me.

"You're killing me with that grimm look on your face." Sam whispers.

"Thats as much as I can say for you." I reply with a twinge of sarcasm and seriousness. My heart continues to pound a rhythm of inconsistency as time draws nearer to a close.

"Are you done preparing yourself?" Sam asks so inconsiderately. I simply shake my head no, although time was not in my favor at the moment. "Well, be done cause your time begins as soo as I relay your task."

My body begins to shudder as Im very nervous about whats fixing to be said.

"Relax, its nothing crazy just yet." Sam continues. He glances at his phone and begins. "Your first task, and you have twenty-four hours to complete it, you must cut off your ring finger with your wedding ring and band on. Good luck."

My jaw dropped.

"Sam, please! If you have any capacity in your heart and you say you love me, please dont make me do this!" He chuckled, looking at me from over his shoulder, he then turned and stared at his hands.

"You have twenty-four hours." He says grimly, as he walks away into the bedroom. I shake my head in amazement. This cannot be happening right now.

"Sam.." I break down and cry upon saying his name. I pick myself up off the couch and trace his steps into the bedroom, with a slow and methodic pace. He propped himself up against the headboard and had a book open upon his lap. I walked over to his side of the bed and dropped to my knees. The bed was low enough that I could rest my arms over his legs and lay my head on his upper thigh. Tears rolled down my face as I took in his smell and contemplated my bravery. Through the sullen silence and cold blood, Sam dropped his hand from his stomach and ran his fingers through my hair. He tucked his fingers under my chin and raised my eyes to meet his gaze. He then used his other hand to point to a line in the book he was reading.

"You can do this, I'm on your side, Cathryn."

I didn't know what to make of it, I felt so betrayed that it meant less than nothing to me. Yet at the same time, that bickering demon in my soul told me that this is what was wrong the past few days and that he was telling the truth.

"Maryanna, I wish I could tell you how much I love you and have you believe me. I would do anything for you to trust me."

"You want me to trust you, after you just came out to me about working with George!? How stupid do you think I am, Sam?" He grabbed either side if my face and pulled me in close and ripped open his jacket to reveal a small black transmitter. He was wired. We are both being targeted.

He leans into my ear and whispers as softly as he can and says, "Your not stupid, Maryanna. You are the brightest person I know, but be smarter than expected and show George that you can do this better than anybody he's ever done this to!" He moves his lips from my ear to my mouth and plants a warm kiss on my lips. If I thought I was gonna die when I first met Sam, imagine how I feel now.