Wednesday, September 27th,
She inhaled a deep, cleansing breath. And then she took in
another deep breath, letting the air, her blood, flow completely through her
arms, body, and legs. Relax, relax. It was working; the shaking was decreasing.
She opened the towel and looked within. Thick, nearly
one-inch wide, over four inches long, the knife had a solid metal blade with a
sturdy, black handle. Part of the blade near the tip was smooth, but closer to
the thick, rugged handle the blade possessed a serrated edge that would be good
at inflicting a gashing, nasty wound. She grasped the knife’s handle securely
and quietly tossed the towel onto the shower floor.
She thought a moment. This was only to buy some time. Soon
as done, she needed to grab that gun, probably still in his jacket, get her
shoes, her own jacket, and leave. Forget about the wig and hat.
And more importantly, that SOB in there deserved this. No
She quietly turned the door handle and walked out of the
bathroom. He wasn’t nearby. She eyed the room’s entrance door. It was still
shut, locked, but she could easily unlock it and leave in seconds, once this
was done. Didn’t matter where she would go. What did anything matter anymore?
And the cops and legal ramifications, even ending up in
jail. All of it would probably be better than any of this.
She walked softly in her sock-covered feet until reaching
the end of the short hallway’s wall. She slowly inched herself forward, until
she could see around the corner.
He was sitting in the cushiony, swivel chair next to the
desk. He was leaning over, flipping through some of those dopey hotel
restaurant and tourist guides. He was angled so she could see some of his left
side. This couldn’t be more perfect.
She softly walked toward him. She kept the knife in her
right hand, hidden behind her right thigh.
“Hey, Dana,” he said, sensing her approach, but not glancing
back. “You should see some of the menu items here. I’m starving.”
Perfect. He would never expect this.
She lightly rushed forward, her socks gaining friction on the
carpet. Hate drove an abrupt increase in her energy. Neraeh’s smiling face, and
what horror they could do to her, flashed briefly in her mind. Pains still
throbbed but became less noticeable. And sudden muscle strength powered her
Just before she approached, the SOB turned slightly to his
left, noticing her closing presence. Too late, bitch. She thrust her left hand
out, taking hold of his forehead. At the same time, she reached her right hand
around to slice directly into his throat with the serrated edge.
In the moment she felt serrated edge cut into flesh time
felt altered. From what she could sense her arms and upper body were yanked
forward. He spun around to his right in the chair. Pain emanated from her wrist
as it was twisted and pushed back. The knife immediately dropped from her hand,
falling into his hand. He shoved her left hand off his forehead, at the same
time hurtling the knife with intense force to the far corner of the room,
nearly hitting a window.
He lunged up and faced her. Blood streamed from his broad,
thick neck. Shock and confusion screamed from his eyes, but something else did
too; fierce power and determination that she had never seen directed at her
from his eyes before.
Without hesitation she began sending jabs at his face and
finger pokes at his eyes. But every single one was blocked instantly, far too
Her heart pounded. Her mind stuttered, but only for a
moment. She remembered her legs. She thrust up her right knee to jab him in the
groin. But it was instantly met with a powerful block by his fist. She lunged
her left foot at his leg but was quickly met with another blocking blow from
In a whirlwind of motion, she suddenly found both her arms
tightly sealed beneath his left arm, leaving her upper body completely
immobile. He had positioned her to his left side. But she could see his face. Use
your head! And legs! She plunged her forehead at his face, but he quickly
thrust his head back. She tried this several more times, yet his defensive maneuvers
were far too fast. She struggled to kick him, only able to lift knee jabs to
his groin from her tangled position. But he blocked every one of them with his
free hand and legs. “Let me go!” she yelled at him. “Let me go, let me go!”
She felt his foot sweep behind her left leg. He pulled her
forward, though keeping his head back away from her, causing her left knee to
buckle, her stance collapsing downward. He grasped his hand on her left
shoulder and twisted her around. He slid his same hand to her back’s center,
continuing to lower her. She couldn’t help but hold onto his left arm with her
trapped hands, hoping to break the fall.
But it soon became clear he was holding her, breaking the
fall. He wasn’t trying to slam her to the floor.
Once she was on the carpeted floor, he quickly released her
and shot up and backed away from her.
She uncrossed her legs and spun around. She scrambled up to
a standing position. Her breathing heaved deep and fast. She stared at him. He
stood four to five feet from her.
“Dana.” He was breathing hard too. He was blinking a lot. He
touched his neck. He looked at his fingers and saw the blood. It didn’t seem to
faze him at all. He stared back at her. “What the hell…are you doing? Why…are
you doing this?”
Neraeh, she screamed in her mind. Neraeh is why! But not a
word she spoke.
His concern for her and his pause in their fight was his
loss. She began the bouncing, prancing motion Carter had told her to use. But
as soon as she did, Evan stepped closer. He brought his fists up and ready. She
drew closer to him. She sent jabs toward his face and neck, but each one was
met with hand blocks, far too fast again. Something wasn’t normal with this
guy. Hal was right. She switched the position of her feet and then sent face
jabs at the same time delivering a kick to him. But again, he blocked them,
She backed up a few feet. The wide area where they fought
between the bed and the wall with the bathroom sink on the other side supplied
plenty of room. Desperation inundating her, she swung around to her left and
shot her right foot at his chest, at the same time attempting a smack to his
Sudden streaks of motion, his one hand blocked the hit to
his head and his other hand seized hold of her right foot and forced her
backwards. She landed on her back against the wall but kept standing.
He stepped back a few feet. His breathing was yet rapid.
“Dana. Please! Stop this!”
She stared at him, her breathing as fast as his. A thought
abruptly entered her mind. He knew. He had to have known Neraeh spoke to her at
the meet and greet, this past Friday. But, that was when…when he held her so
close and comforted her. Why, though?
He wiped his eyes. She studied his face. Tear streams leaked
down to his facial stubble. He was crying, really? Blood was trailing down from
his neck onto his shirt. He stepped a little closer to her. “Ever since…I was
twelve.” He breathed in deeply and exhaled. “Been practicing martial arts, with
a vengeance. Taekwondo. Jeet Kune Do. Many times a week, beyond required.
Giving lessons…at our academy. Master Ren, always claimed…I excel, at what I
do. And yes, I hide it. Two hundred seventy-five pounds. Working on my
second-degree black belt. Did you really think…you could overtake me, Dana?”
Her elevated breathing was making her dizzy. Her mind began
slamming images and thoughts all around. No, stay focused! Think. She
recalled how he defended her that time at the party after Hal’s cruel remarks,
besides how he saved her life from bitch Hal only earlier today.
She wrapped her arms around her body. She turned away from
him, pressing her face against the cold wall. The fibro pains aching within her
entire body seared more than usual. Her life, and her family’s life, meant
nothing, to anyone, except maybe this eighteen-year-old kid standing near her
now. The tears started pouring out. She covered her face with her hands. Her
legs trembling and weak, she could no longer stand, and began sinking down to
the floor. She cried, wailing out, like she had never cried before.
She curled her knelt body away from him still, upon the
floor, by the wall. She struggled to suppress the nearly uncontrollable wails. Why
is this happening to me?
“Dana.” She sensed he had knelt near her. “Please, baby,
let me help you. I know something is very, very wrong. You were fine, just…just
His close presence only made her breathing harsher, her
wailing cries more difficult to stop. “No, no. Leave me alone!” She kept her
face hidden from him. “Just leave me alone!”
“Gosh damn it, Dana! Not this time. I am NOT leaving you
alone! I am taking full control of this situation, right now.”