Gia's Story Start

Boy I hate moments like this . . . I mean really, really, really hate these kinds of day. Josie was screaming. Again. There are times when I swear that she took time out of her day to practice screaming. A deep sigh escaped from me as my eyes closed. Her ravings had gotten tiresome and quite boring in the past month. They happened almost daily now.
"Are you listening, twit? Don't you tune me out! You are going to hear me you sicko!"
He chuckled, "You think you can control when I listen to you? Honey, you can't control yourself, much less me."
She howled and punch the concrete wall next to her leaving a dent.
I glared at her. "You've gotten rubble on my carpet."
"So," she said snobbily.
"I don't like rubble on my carpet."
"Suck it you piece of filth."
I rose slowly with my eyes closed again until I stood directly in front of her. I could feel her nerves rising and it brought a smile to my lips just before I sent her reeling into the wall with the back of my hand. Her body left an artsy curve breakage in my concrete wall. Beautiful really. The only beautiful thing to ever come from her. She coughed painfully and rose to her elbows, a blood drip coming from her mouth. I kneeled next to her twitching body and pulled her hair so her face looked at mine. Furry crossed her eyes just before the fear. "How many times have you been in my office this week?"
"Three," she choked.
"And have you received any results from your visits? Any of them, this week or any other."
"No," she hissed.
"I have been kind and patient with you, waiting for you to learn your lesson, but alas, you have not. You are just as much of a pestulent whelp as you were when you first came here. You disgust me. Do you know what I do with people who disgust me?"
Fear coated her eyes again. The blood on her face had flowed down to her neck in a warm stream. Disgusting. "No," she muttered.
My lips brushed her ear I spoke quietly, "I do what every other human in this city does. I take out the trash. You see that can in the corner? Focus on it. What do you see?"
She gulped as she made out the faces of four other people who had annoyed me as of lately. "No."
"You say that a lot recently. It's annoying. Disgusting."
"I can't die yet, no."
My head flew back as I laughed hearilty and thick with spite. "There's that word again! But you are oh so wrong. You could die this very moment if I wanted and I'm highly considering."
"No. You wouldn't."
My fist made contact with her stomach. "Stop repeating yourself. It makes you sound dull."
She lay wheezing. "You wouldn't."
"I can and will. Happily." I grabbed her by the neck and slammed her into the wall. The hole made by her skull was a nice addition to the curve her body had made on the hard wall.
She realized the truth, death was in my repituar. I relished it. I lived for death. "Please," the woman squeaked. Not much of a woman, more of a work in progress.
"You want to live?"
"Yes!" She was turning blue, I smiled again.
I dropped her and her hand went flailing to her chest trying to breath. I waited. She looked up to me. We both knew her life would come with a price. "What do you want?" Her voice was almost manly in her desperation and throat condition.
"Three things you must do for me. One, you will lick up every bit of rubble on my floor. I don't like rubble on my floors. Two, you will bring me someone. I will give you all the details you need soon. Three," I leaned close and she squirmed away, "YOU WILL LEARN YOUR DAMNED LESSON, YOU DISGUSTING CHILD!"
I relaxed and straightened. She was crying and whimpering. It was quite comical. "Get to licking," I demanded heading to the door. Soon I would have her and all this wouldn't matter, until then I would endure just like always. "Soon," I whispered to myself, "soon my little beauty." The picture from my pocket didn't do her looks justice. "Soon my love."