Mia Is Caught Part One

One part of a piece I wrote...It's way too long to put up in once piece, so I'm going to do three parts of it over the next week or so. Let me know what you think of it.


Mia crosses her legs gently while sipping her wine, lips pressed lightly on the edge of the glass. Her light red lipstick leaves a small stain, a reminder of her presence here tonight; it will be dealt with afterwards. Her garishly great green eyes wandered the room, taking in everything before it was all a memory. Each photo on the wall is a piece of his life: posing with the parents at college graduation, staged vacation Kodak moment with the family, candid laughing shot with the wife. He oozes from the pictures, surrounding Mia with his stench which made her stomach turn.
He emerges from the bathroom, looking slightly nervous and nauseous. His black hair is messy, an attempt at appearing younger for his possibly middle-aged body. Standing at a few inches over six feet, he could sink into a crowd and melt away in nothing, never to be seen by anyone. Mia had been pondering him for quite some time, trying to decide his fate. A needle darts from the shadows and dives into his neck, the plunger depressed until the syringe was empty. His boyishly big brown eyes roll back into his head, and he drops to the floor, dead.
With her heart pounding, Mia shoots out of her chair and digs in her bag for the knife, whose intended victim is now lying dead on the floor. Before she can make a move, he closes in and disarms her. It falls to the rugged floor and he kicks it out of her reach. Reaching back to smack him, Mia throws all her weight in his direction, hoping to overthrow him. Dodging the punch, he unearths another syringe from his belt and pierces her throat, forcing the toxin into her blood stream. Instantly, Mia’s world begins to slow down and darken as she stumbles back into her seat. The man’s face slides in and out of focus, but she can make out a look of relief and almost glee; she has met her match.
“Hush now darling, soon it will all become clear,” he says, the room spinning behind him, forcing Mia’s eyes shut. “Won’t be long now, until you know the truth. Soon, it’ll all be over.”
Her mind goes black, and everything is quiet, peaceful. Mia drifts off into a dream world, her very memories being replayed in her subconscious.


Heaving a sigh of exhaustion, Mia brushes the rest of the lion droppings into the trash bag and dusts off her pants and shirt. The park is closing, and she couldn’t be any happier. It allows her to be free from the grinds of a job, free to do what she wants with who she wants. After changing out of her work clothes in the women’s locker room, Mia heads out to have a drink at King’s Grill, the restaurant and bar a few blocks from the San Diego Zoo. Fifteen minutes of driving through slightly congested Californian traffic and Mia walks up to the bar and takes a seat. At the other end having a drink with some work buddies is Brian Shanahan, wealthy father of two beautiful girls, resident of the wonderful city of San Diego for almost thirteen months. Previously, he lived, alone, in Phoenix and was charged with raping a fifteen-year-old girl. Yet, that’s not what brought Mia here tonight; she wasn’t interested in his crimes of passion. She is more intrigued by the hunt of tracking and killing the man, whoever she happens to choose.
Through the smoky haze thickening in the air, Mia observes him while he drinks his last night away. Although preferring the victim to be awake, she has come across her share of drunken slobbering assholes that create a different kind of enjoyment for her; they’re number to the blade. The way their eyes go from ecstasy to sheer terror in milliseconds really made Mia’s heart pump harder and blood flow faster. The dumbfounded look on their faces once they realize she has been plunging away at their vital areas, steadily draining away their life. Tonight, it is Mr. Shanahan’s night to experience just that. Researching and following led Mia to King’s, where he drinks with his friends every Thursday night after work. He is always out late those nights, so there will be no trouble from a worried wife before the job is done. On very frequent occasions, the married man would delve into the world of bar girl hook-ups, which will work to Mia’s advantage. After he finishes his second drink, she makes her way to the opposite end of the bar and heads him off at the bathroom. Exchanging flirtatious looks and smiles, they introduce themselves and decide to share a drink.