ViceAndVengeance

The white room felt as hazy as it was bright.  Thoughts raced through my mind so quickly that I hardly noticed.  It felt more empty than not.  I hardly noticed his strong hand resting gently on my bare shoulder, or heard his words as he tried his hardest to sooth me.  I had to commend him for trying, but there was nothing he could do.  All I could really feel were the loose tendrils of my hair brushing against the back of my neck as I hugged my knees to my chest.  And all I could really see were that dead man’s bones floating around me in my own bathtub.  I reached out to touch the skull gingerly and watched as it bobbed ever so lightly

 What beauty she had. I’d never seen a creature like her. I confess I fell madly in love upon the very moment her eyes met mine and… her smile. My god, I can’t describe how perfect her stunning white smile was. There aren’t enough words. Her soft, silky hair fell down just past her shoulders, begging to be touched. Her black dress hugged her curves and traced her outline in a way I longed to with my own hands. I needed to get closer to her. I had to make her mine. Lucky for me, that didn’t take much effort on my part. The poor girl had a broken heart. And when fair creatures are weakened by sorrow, they’

 A flash of lighting accompanied by low, rolling thunder flooded the dark bedroom for a brief moment.  Vice lie awake next to the bare form of a woman he hardly knew as the rain beat against the window in a dull, lulling rhythm.  She was sound asleep, but he was restless. Careful not to wake her, he slipped away from her bed, from her warm body, and stepped over their discarded clothing on his way out into the living room.  Yet another flash cut across the dark night sky and lit the room for a fleeting moment, aiding him while he found the couch.  This is where he would sleep tonight.  Not next to the girl whose name he had already forgotte

 The old, beat up truck sputtered and coughed as Vice killed the engine. Each time he turned the damn thing off, he doubted that it would start again. It always did. But that wasn’t the most troubling thought that racked his brain as he sat in his boss’s driveway, just outside that modern and secluded three-story building Mr. Steele called home. The house had a cold presence, nothing less than immaculate and completely out of place on the lake-side property, shrouded from the road by a thick veil of trees. Vice had received a call from Mr. Steele asking… or telling him, rather, to come over as soon as possible. “I n