Damn Him!
Title: Damn Him!
Genre: Dark/Violence/Character Death
Rateing: R
Author: JonnyProphet
Complete: Yes
Short Story
She walked down the street head down, totally oblivious to every one around her. She had other things on her mind.
Damn him why dose he do this why dose he treat me like dirt? Better yet why, the hell do I put up with it!
She kicked a can and watched it ricachett off a lamppost and into a street. She snorted.
Its cause I let my heart over power my common sense that’s why. Damn him!
She stopped and pulled her leather trench coat closer to her body a shiver running threw her whole body. She looked up to see that her feet had brought her to Bianca's Bar. She walked in heading strait for the bar. Bianca saw her and sashayed over putting her arms around her best friend and giving her a squeeze.
“Long time no see Psyche what brings you to my humble establishment and where’s the slee-er your boyfriend?”
Psyche sighed.
“He did it again Bianca he hasn't changed one bit!”
She lifted her sleeve to show her friend the bruises.
“I'm not going back this time it's over and if I ever think other wise I want you to slap me hard got it.”
Bianca looked up at her friends bruises and glared at her.
“Damn right, I will! I still don't understand why you gave him another chance in the first place!”
“Sheer stupidity and temporary insanity it won't happen again if I have anything to say about it. I need a drink.”
“Sure Hun what'll you have?”
“Triple black if you have it.”
“Coming right up.”
When she came back with the drink the whole place was thrown into silence when a rather drunk looking blonde man with the build of a star full back came busting into the place screaming.
“Psyche! Where are you, you dumb bitch!”
Psyche glared strait ahead at her own reflection in the mirror. Her eyes where practically burning with hatred for her one time friend and lover.
Damn him can't he take a hint and leave me alone?
Bianca walked around and stood in front of the furious man.
“Trace get the hell out of my bar you’re not welcome here and Psyche doesn’t want to talk to you!”
He just slammed his fist into the side of her head sending her flying to crash into a nearby table. Psyche whirled on him having seen what he had done in the mirror.
“You scum bag how dare you touch her!”
He growled at her.
“I'll do as I please now get your ass over here were you belong before some one else gets hurt.”
She glared at him.
“Not a chance I'm done letting you treat me like dirt, hurting me, and those I care about! Leave Trace it's over for good this time I never want to see you again do you here me you stupid fucker!”
He snarled and launched himself at her.
“It's not over until I say it is.”
She backed up and snatched the gun she new Bianca kept behind the bar and whipped it out pointing it directly at Trace. She cocked it and fired one round strait at his chest. His eyes went wide as he grabbed his chest where she had shot him. He fell to his knee's completely sober as pain shot threw his entire body. He looked up at her disbelief written clearly on his face before his eyes clouded and he fell to the floor dead. She looked at his lifeless body disgust written on her face.
Damn him!
Her hand fell to her sides the gun slipping from her fingers. She fell to her knees tear's streaming down her face.
Damn him!
Bianca came and hugged her friend tight.
“It's ok Psyche it's over, it's all over.”
She continued to mummer comforts to her friend until the police showed up.
“Damn him!”
Her eyes where dry now the tears ceased there flow she was chanting Damn him! Like a mantra for meditation. The police where everywhere asking questions of the patrons. One detective knelt down to her with understanding in his eyes.
“Miss I know this has been a very stressful time but I have to ask you to come with me down town so we can take a proper statement.”
She looked at the raven haired detective threw deadened emerald green eyes her skin paler then usual.
“Damn him.”
It was said in a horse nearly ragged voice. Bianca looked at the detective.
“Can it wait until morning she's been threw allot already.”
“I'm sorry but I have to fallow procedure.”
“Ok but I'm going to.”
“As you wish.”
“What's your name detective?”
“Detective Alex Elyan.”
“Nice to meet you my name is Bianca White and this it Psyche Malithis.”
“A pleasure I wish we could have met under better circumstances.”
“Damn him!”
“Took the words right out of my mouth.”
Said Bianca. He led them to his car and he took them to the police station down town.
