Forbidden Love

Insanity

As I collapsed onto the floor of my little shack I felt around blindly, hoping to find the left over vodka. As my hand connected with the cold glass I smirked as I brought it to my lips, drinking in as much as I could before pulling the long neck away and throwing it at the wall. The resulting sound of shattering glass brought a smile to my face as I drifted into peaceful oblivion.

That same dream haunted me as it always did. That proud voice, those arrogant words.

When I woke up I could feel the heat of another body pressed against mine. With my throbbing head I couldn't think, but the warmth felt nice. I reached my arm out around the other body, pulling them tighter against me, groaning happily. "Good morning"

"Hehe good morning Doomsday" A mischievous feminine voice cooed softly. I knew that voice even in my stupor. I hastily shoved at the body, sending her rolling away from me.

"Get the fuck out Grace" I mumbled, trying to reach for my nine but finding it missing from my pants.

"Oh boo" She whimpered softly, the fake sadness clear as day "We used to have so much fun together Doom"

"Then you tried to kill me and my daughter" I snapped back, reaching down to my boot, trying to move slowly beneath the canvas, hoping to mask my movements. As I felt her move her body back over my own, her hot breath on my neck.

"So I accepted the hit on you...would you love me if I was anything but what I am?" She whispered softly

"I dont love you" I mumbled as I flung the canvas sheet back, grasping my knife in my hand as I swung my arm in an arch towards her, pressing the cold point of my hunting knife into the side of her neck, applying just enough pressure to break tyhe skin, drawing a small trickle of red from her neck. "Leave, or I finish what you started"

 "And you used to be so much fun" She mumbled sadly as she moved slowly away, backing towards the door. "Just remember Baby" She said from the door "that hit is still out..." Her voice breaking and trailing off as I hurled my knife at the retreating figure.

I stood up and rummaged through my pockets trying to find my phone. I needed to call Sarah. I missed having her with me....maybe I would go back today....probally not, she deserved the life she was living now. Safe...away from me.

I loved that little girl like a daughter but I couldnt go putting her in danger.

As I pulled the phone to my ear, the number she gave me dailed and rang. 

Her soft sweet voice anwsered moments later "Hi"

"Hey Mel how ya been?"

"Fine."

"hows Sarah" I asked, the tension thick and tart in the air

"Good, she misses you thought"

"I'll be over soon...i geuss"

"Okay, I'll wait up"

"And Mel...I want to talk with you about your offer...if it still stands"

"okay"

As I pulled a grubby oil stained shirt over my head I could already tell this day was going to be painful, first my ex shows up trying to gut me and now i'm heading into the lions den. I had to go back....I had to talk to her. I flexed, trying to shake the wearieness from my tired muscles stopping only once I felt the ever so slightly pain from my back, a popping beginning in my lower back and working its way up my spine. I sighed and started for the door, eagar to finish this sooner rather than later. I walked down the street in a daze, my stomach in knots. I never felt this nervous before..my mind was engulfed with thoughts of her...that night when I was shot...she drug me back to her home, cleaned my wound, patched it up, and shared a smoke.....I swear I could still feel her lips against mine, that passionate kiss we shared as the smoke travel between our lips. Time stopped in that moment...had I truely..in that short of a time...fallen in love with this girl? 

I could hear the movement and chaos that night time brings as I made my way down the street. The hushed whispers in the alleys, muggers waiting for their next target, not daring going up against a LoCo member. The car rolling slowly down the street was a patrol, making sure no rivals dared invade under the cover of night. The soft slapping of bare feet on concert which echoed in the night, free runners taking packages and plans over the roof tops. A loud flash caught my attention me in the night as the report of a rifle echoed through the air. The next thing I knew I was on my back, the breath knocked out of my lungs. I could only gasp and cough as I tried to think. The surge of pain in my chest confirmed what my shocked mind couldnt peice together, the warmth spreading across my chest, the cold concerte smashed against my face. I'd been shot. "Son of bitches finally got me" I thought to myself "never thought this is how it'd go down" As my head slowly rolled back and forth I could make out the figures rushing towards me, hands grabbing and pain radiating from my wound as they applied pressure. Based on the pain they had missed anything vital....but damn was this going to ruin my day.

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The black love of oblivion swallowed me once again, that proud voice echoing non stop through my mind. "If someone deserves a bullet in the head then you pull the trigger and go home, if they don't then what are you doing there in the first place?"

"Why!?" I shot back, annoyed at this person always invading my peace.

"Because life isnt fair son, someday you'll understand" the voice called back, sounding sad and out of place

"FUCK YOU!!" I screamed as rage filled me

"Doomsday.....LoCo.........Dan......." a soft sweet femine voice called from the distant black void. 

"What?" I mumbled, growing angry and confused.

"please wake up....."

As the darkness faded away I could only groan, realizing I was unconcise and about to surface once again in the real world....