The recent meeting with Zodiac, preceded by the text conversation with Dominique, culminated into Doc being more introspective than normal. As he left Zodiac's office, he reflected how he came to be where he was at this precise moment, with he and Zodiac being 'parents' of a wayward and willful spawn, he nicknamed Minx.
He unlocked his car and got in behind the wheel. But though he put the key in the ignition, he did not start the automobile. No, he sat in his car, reflecting back to the day he met Dominique Doe. It all started with his missing cat Minx. Minx was a yellow tabby alley cat that had adopted him as her caretaker. Yes Minx the cat had adopted Doc, not the other way around. It started in a rather ordinary fashion, She would be at his Lab when he would arrive. She would sit just out of reach, watching him with her yellow eyes, as he arrived and entered the lab. He have never tried to touch or even pet her. He merely began to leave food out for her, which she never touched while he was present. It was would be gone when he left, and so it soon became a routine. He would leave food, and it would be gone when he left. Until one wet day she decided it was time to investigate this building as he carried items into his lab, and she ran in before he could catch her. On that day he christened her "Minx", and she became a comfortable quiet companion.
Then came the week where his Minx went missing. It was just an alley cat. Normally he wouldn't care. But the lab seemed cold and lonely without her. Her quiet presence had quickly made the lab more warm and inviting. So faced with her absence, he did what any responsible pet owner would do, he went looking for her. The thing about feral cats, is they can cover quite a bit of territory when they roam, and for those next few nights Doc would wander the back alleyways and deserted areas of the city where he suspected the feral felines would roam. It was the night he was in the area of the fairgrounds hunting for Minx, when he came across the doe-eyed human waif that looked like a strong wind could carry her away. Though he told her the truth, that he was looking for his cat, he could tell she didn't believe him. This little girl who had the bravado of a male twice her size, told him she was 'camping' in nature. It was clear she really had no idea what sort of trouble she was in by being alone in the wilderness like area that surrounded the fairgrounds.
There was something about those brown eyes staring up at him, that made him want to be protective of her; so against his better judgement, Doc decided to buy her a hot meal and hopefully send her on her way out of this city. He had no idea at that time, how the two of them would become so intimately intertwined.
(( Meeting Jane Dominique Doe - ((Memory 1))
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Bringing himself out of his reverie, he started the engine finally and put the car into gear and headed back to his lab. From that first meeting with Dominique Doe, until this moment, when the meeting with Zodiac had ended, he could not quite put a finger on the moment when things went 'bad'.
It was clear things had gone bad, because why else would he hoping that Zodiac could intercede with Minx, where he had failed? And why did he want this to work now? When over the past few months he had coldly ignored her existence? Why? Because he had been lying to himself. He had started lying to himself all the way back to his second meeting with Dominique Doe.
It had been in another diner, but much like the one where they had their first conversation, only that second time, he had not been an invited guest to the conversation. He had overheard her talking to someone else. No, he had eavesdropped on her conversation. He wanted to know who the guy was that was with her, but then that paled into insignificance as her urgent voice tried to calm the man down. A man who had seen too much.
There had been a cold settling in the pit of his stomach, when he had heard her whispered question, "If I told you that vampires are real, what would you think?” It had been a while since he had picked a target, stalked and hunted on his own. And there in one fell swoop, a juicy little plum of a victim fell into his lap. He knew he would have to hunt her and shut her up. She knew too much. There was the masquerade to be protected. But why did it have to be her?
Out of all the humans in the city, the liars, the cheats, the gangs, the druggies, that he would have cheerfully and brutally killed, she was not one that he would have picked. Ever since those soulful brown eyes looked up at him, he had that protective nature come over him about her. But now she was the enemy. He had forced all feeling from the situation. He told himself she would die and that would be the end. Things would go on as before. She would rot in the ground and go back to dust.
That was what he told himself,.. and that's when the lie began.
((Minx must die - Memory 2))
It was clear things had gone bad, because why else would he hoping that Zodiac could intercede with Minx, where he had failed? And why did he want this to work now? When over the past few months he had coldly ignored her existence? Why? Because he had been lying to himself. He had started lying to himself all the way back to his second meeting with Dominique Doe.
It had been in another diner, but much like the one where they had their first conversation, only that second time, he had not been an invited guest to the conversation. He had overheard her talking to someone else. No, he had eavesdropped on her conversation. He wanted to know who the guy was that was with her, but then that paled into insignificance as her urgent voice tried to calm the man down. A man who had seen too much.
There had been a cold settling in the pit of his stomach, when he had heard her whispered question, "If I told you that vampires are real, what would you think?” It had been a while since he had picked a target, stalked and hunted on his own. And there in one fell swoop, a juicy little plum of a victim fell into his lap. He knew he would have to hunt her and shut her up. She knew too much. There was the masquerade to be protected. But why did it have to be her?
Out of all the humans in the city, the liars, the cheats, the gangs, the druggies, that he would have cheerfully and brutally killed, she was not one that he would have picked. Ever since those soulful brown eyes looked up at him, he had that protective nature come over him about her. But now she was the enemy. He had forced all feeling from the situation. He told himself she would die and that would be the end. Things would go on as before. She would rot in the ground and go back to dust.
That was what he told himself,.. and that's when the lie began.
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Back at the office, Doc spent the next few hours starting the process for a variety of tests that his lab had won the bid for, through a closed RFB process. Had someone told him three years ago that he would be considered a respectable and highly recommended part of the Medical Community of Harp Rock, he would have smirked politely, while inwardly rolling his eyes.
In the concept of the history of time, three years was barely a blip on the scope. But much had changed in his last three years. He had gone from being a grant funded medical prototype builder to a recognized leader in the medical testing arena. The former being far more lucrative than being grant funded; though not nearly as much fun.
There was something to be said about trying experimental procedures on subjects, when you had no idea of the outcome. Charting the process all along it's path, and then comparing data to see correlations that, could possibly mean a change in the thought or curative process for a myriad of diseases or maladies that befell the common man. The rush that was felt when a breakthrough had been made, or key mystery had been unlocked, and unlocked in such a way that the breakthrough could be replicated. That was big.
But alas, upon being turned into a vampire, all the work that he had done throughout his life, had been made null and void. After all what was the point of creating a super-human super-soldier, when it was so easily done with a little blood letting? But give one country an army of jar headed vampires? No. He could see where that would lead. One country would be on top for a little while. But then another country would get their own set of vampire soldiers, then another.. and another.. until pretty damn soon everyone is a ******* vampire.
Doc was an elitist. He wanted their existence kept secret.
In the concept of the history of time, three years was barely a blip on the scope. But much had changed in his last three years. He had gone from being a grant funded medical prototype builder to a recognized leader in the medical testing arena. The former being far more lucrative than being grant funded; though not nearly as much fun.
There was something to be said about trying experimental procedures on subjects, when you had no idea of the outcome. Charting the process all along it's path, and then comparing data to see correlations that, could possibly mean a change in the thought or curative process for a myriad of diseases or maladies that befell the common man. The rush that was felt when a breakthrough had been made, or key mystery had been unlocked, and unlocked in such a way that the breakthrough could be replicated. That was big.
But alas, upon being turned into a vampire, all the work that he had done throughout his life, had been made null and void. After all what was the point of creating a super-human super-soldier, when it was so easily done with a little blood letting? But give one country an army of jar headed vampires? No. He could see where that would lead. One country would be on top for a little while. But then another country would get their own set of vampire soldiers, then another.. and another.. until pretty damn soon everyone is a ******* vampire.
Doc was an elitist. He wanted their existence kept secret.
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To Doc, being a vampire was like being in a club. He wanted it to be more like a country club, where only the elite and special were allowed admittance, maybe even denied if you failed in some task or what not. But the 'vampire club' as it stood right now, was more like a community library. Where, all you had to do was ask.. and you were admitted, free. And to make things worse, the majority were under the age of 25. They had no practical real world experience to speak of, and then they are made a vampire and given immortality.. and that inexperience becomes bold face stupid bravado.
Apart from age, the current vampire membership was made up of three basic groups. The first group were the elites. The group that Doc associated himself with. The elites kept low profiles, didn't make waves or draw attention to themselves. If business had to be taken care of, it was. Quickly and quietly, without a lot of fuss, propaganda or drama. Even if they weren't older, they acted with maturity and thought things through before acting rashly. The number of elites that Doc could name, were a few dozen tops.
The second group were the hippies. This group was the smallest in number, but the most deadly. They believed 'vampires should let the world know they exist and live in harmony with them'. Most hippies are idealists. They do not see reality as it is. They see it as they 'want' it to be. So far most public announcements had been quashed before too much damage was done, but it was still a very real threat, and the hippies didn't understand why. They didn't understand because they were too ******* young with no real world experience, and they didn't think in long term repercussions.
Humans fell into two basic groups by themselves. The good and the bad. The bad could be bought off by greed. It was easy. Too easy. The good, they were bought off by their fear. Good people want to believe in goodness, so much so that they get blinded by it, and they fall prey to bad greed people. Hippies didn't see that the 'good' people would turn on them. They were 'good' and 'fair' and 'just' after all. Why would the good humans turn on the vampires? Because humans fear what they do not understand. All that has to happen is have on self-righteous nut-case declare himself the hand of god.. and that they .. the good people of the world had to band together and unite to fight the forces of Satan, and stop those evil vampires. The good humans would fall for it. Because of their fear, they want to believe in a Savior. They want to believe there is a god looking out for them. And then they become a mob, and that mob becomes a vigilante mob.. and a second holocaust starts.
The third group were the '**** for brains'. These were stupid kids that were turned into vampires, given strength and power, and omnipotence. Instead of planning for a future that would last centuries, they were more interested in partying! Woo. The future of Vampire kind in the hands of those like Paris Hilton and Kim ***-person whose claim to fame was .. they were ******* sluts. Literally. Ivy was a perfect case in point. She didn't know when to keep her mouth shut. She didn't know how to keep a low profile. Loud mouth ******* Russian chick that stood out like a freak at a church convention. The '**** for brains' should all be culled.
Apart from age, the current vampire membership was made up of three basic groups. The first group were the elites. The group that Doc associated himself with. The elites kept low profiles, didn't make waves or draw attention to themselves. If business had to be taken care of, it was. Quickly and quietly, without a lot of fuss, propaganda or drama. Even if they weren't older, they acted with maturity and thought things through before acting rashly. The number of elites that Doc could name, were a few dozen tops.
The second group were the hippies. This group was the smallest in number, but the most deadly. They believed 'vampires should let the world know they exist and live in harmony with them'. Most hippies are idealists. They do not see reality as it is. They see it as they 'want' it to be. So far most public announcements had been quashed before too much damage was done, but it was still a very real threat, and the hippies didn't understand why. They didn't understand because they were too ******* young with no real world experience, and they didn't think in long term repercussions.
Humans fell into two basic groups by themselves. The good and the bad. The bad could be bought off by greed. It was easy. Too easy. The good, they were bought off by their fear. Good people want to believe in goodness, so much so that they get blinded by it, and they fall prey to bad greed people. Hippies didn't see that the 'good' people would turn on them. They were 'good' and 'fair' and 'just' after all. Why would the good humans turn on the vampires? Because humans fear what they do not understand. All that has to happen is have on self-righteous nut-case declare himself the hand of god.. and that they .. the good people of the world had to band together and unite to fight the forces of Satan, and stop those evil vampires. The good humans would fall for it. Because of their fear, they want to believe in a Savior. They want to believe there is a god looking out for them. And then they become a mob, and that mob becomes a vigilante mob.. and a second holocaust starts.
The third group were the '**** for brains'. These were stupid kids that were turned into vampires, given strength and power, and omnipotence. Instead of planning for a future that would last centuries, they were more interested in partying! Woo. The future of Vampire kind in the hands of those like Paris Hilton and Kim ***-person whose claim to fame was .. they were ******* sluts. Literally. Ivy was a perfect case in point. She didn't know when to keep her mouth shut. She didn't know how to keep a low profile. Loud mouth ******* Russian chick that stood out like a freak at a church convention. The '**** for brains' should all be culled.
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It was hours later, the first batch of tests were ready for the secondary process and the second batch of tests were prepped for their start. He had never been one for needing much sleep. His typical night of sleep, had been him lying awake thinking and plotting each move his next victim would make before he snagged them.
Zodiac had asked him if he could be patient. And he could. However, he found in the last ‘year’ he had found that he was changing. His patience got strained faster than it had. he found ironic that when he was a human with no more than 70 or 80 years on this Earth, he had the patience of Job; but now, he had eternity, and his patience would snap.
Before, he would plan every action down to the last millisecond. He would stake out his marks, and memorize the territory and watch. Night after night, he would watch. He learned the routines. He learned the locals and he learned their routines. He watched long enough, he could spot the anomalies, when something or someone was out of place. He had even made points among some of the locals helping them prevent shake downs and robberies, because he spotted them well before the cretins would make their move. The police had even considered him a stand up citizen for his efforts in one particular case.
Doc stripped off the latex gloves and pulled on a new pair, as he started the second set on the first leg of the test sequence. After equipment was set and programmed, he hit the start button. As it slowly started its routine, his thoughts drifted to back to his heartbeat days. Yes his patience had been so much easier then. Now, however it seemed harder and harder to maintain the steadfast focus. While he waited, he tried to pinpoint when the change first manifested itself.
Zodiac had asked him if he could be patient. And he could. However, he found in the last ‘year’ he had found that he was changing. His patience got strained faster than it had. he found ironic that when he was a human with no more than 70 or 80 years on this Earth, he had the patience of Job; but now, he had eternity, and his patience would snap.
Before, he would plan every action down to the last millisecond. He would stake out his marks, and memorize the territory and watch. Night after night, he would watch. He learned the routines. He learned the locals and he learned their routines. He watched long enough, he could spot the anomalies, when something or someone was out of place. He had even made points among some of the locals helping them prevent shake downs and robberies, because he spotted them well before the cretins would make their move. The police had even considered him a stand up citizen for his efforts in one particular case.
Doc stripped off the latex gloves and pulled on a new pair, as he started the second set on the first leg of the test sequence. After equipment was set and programmed, he hit the start button. As it slowly started its routine, his thoughts drifted to back to his heartbeat days. Yes his patience had been so much easier then. Now, however it seemed harder and harder to maintain the steadfast focus. While he waited, he tried to pinpoint when the change first manifested itself.
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His first few weeks as a vampire had been hell. He had given up everything he had ever worked for Pi. A woman who wasn’t even real. he saw what he wanted to see, and fell for it hook line and sinker. He fully intended on carving every muscle off her body, as she lay there strapped to his dissecting table. But **** him, if she was stronger than he had ever imagined. Even half dissected she was able to free herself and swat him, like he was only a pesky bug.
When he woke up he had been tied up and chained to a wooden floor, and Pi a bit worse for wear, was crouched down staring at him. He knew he was road kill then, and he was alright with it. How many had he killed in a similar matter? Fifty, maybe sixty.. and here he was trussed up, just like them. It was cruelly poetic that he should meet his end this way. He was strangely at peace with the situation. Live by the sword.. die by the sword as his grandmother used to say. Better by a vampire’s hand than by a cop or in a prison being shanked by Bubba or worse.. shanked by Bubba’s ‘girlfriend’.
But.. all good things must come to an end… and his 'good thing' ended when he opened his eyes, and he was dead.. -b-ut not dead.. and ******* cold! Pi had taken his shoes, and most of his clothes. And he was stuck in a cabin in the wilderness, in the ******* middle of winter.. freezing his *** off.. and he was DEAD. COLD. And pissed. It took him two nights to find his way back to the ******* city, and his house.. the house he had planned to be his home with Pi. Two long *** freezing cold nights, where he systematically checked himself for frost bite, just in case.. maybe.. just ******* maybe he wasn't dead.
But he was.
(Memory 3 - Doc’s death)
When he woke up he had been tied up and chained to a wooden floor, and Pi a bit worse for wear, was crouched down staring at him. He knew he was road kill then, and he was alright with it. How many had he killed in a similar matter? Fifty, maybe sixty.. and here he was trussed up, just like them. It was cruelly poetic that he should meet his end this way. He was strangely at peace with the situation. Live by the sword.. die by the sword as his grandmother used to say. Better by a vampire’s hand than by a cop or in a prison being shanked by Bubba or worse.. shanked by Bubba’s ‘girlfriend’.
But.. all good things must come to an end… and his 'good thing' ended when he opened his eyes, and he was dead.. -b-ut not dead.. and ******* cold! Pi had taken his shoes, and most of his clothes. And he was stuck in a cabin in the wilderness, in the ******* middle of winter.. freezing his *** off.. and he was DEAD. COLD. And pissed. It took him two nights to find his way back to the ******* city, and his house.. the house he had planned to be his home with Pi. Two long *** freezing cold nights, where he systematically checked himself for frost bite, just in case.. maybe.. just ******* maybe he wasn't dead.
But he was.
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Doc allowed his memories to jump further back in time. He had just arrived in Harper Rock. He had won a grant from the United States Department of Defence. It had been a cooperative grant. The Award was intended to support innovative ideas and high-impact approaches based on scientifically sound evidence to move toward the vision of understanding and curing BMF diseases. The award was designed to support new ideas.
He had been surprised that he won the grant. But his research had included well-formulated, testable hypothesis based on strong scientific rationale with a developed and well-articulated research approach. At the end of the grant period he turned his findings in and heard nothing more until he received a call from the DoD. They had interest in a another sort of research. The grant they proposed would be off the books; and his location in Canada was perfect since there was less restrictions in Canada than in the US.
It never ceased to amaze Doc the place you could find criminals. It was like they had a sixth sense about each other. The DoD would have never approached Doc with what they wanted if they hadn’t found something out about him. He never did find out what they knew or suspected. But the type of research they wanted could not be conducted through normal channels. Governments tended to frown upon human experimentation. But he was being paid for it under the guise of research. It didn’t take him long to warm to the subject matter. Soon his ‘government’ work took a side seat to his own research and experimental trials.
He had been surprised that he won the grant. But his research had included well-formulated, testable hypothesis based on strong scientific rationale with a developed and well-articulated research approach. At the end of the grant period he turned his findings in and heard nothing more until he received a call from the DoD. They had interest in a another sort of research. The grant they proposed would be off the books; and his location in Canada was perfect since there was less restrictions in Canada than in the US.
It never ceased to amaze Doc the place you could find criminals. It was like they had a sixth sense about each other. The DoD would have never approached Doc with what they wanted if they hadn’t found something out about him. He never did find out what they knew or suspected. But the type of research they wanted could not be conducted through normal channels. Governments tended to frown upon human experimentation. But he was being paid for it under the guise of research. It didn’t take him long to warm to the subject matter. Soon his ‘government’ work took a side seat to his own research and experimental trials.
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Her name had been Sara. The name of his first abduction for experimentation. It was odd how the memory came to him. He didn’t care about the experiments. He didn’t see them as people. To him they were just a means to an end. A way to further his research. But he remembered her name. She was about 17 years old. Thin and high on some narcotic. One punch to her jaw took her down for the count.
She came to, in the lab. She was still under the influence of her drugs and when she found herself on the dissecting table, she thought she was in the hospital. She kept saying her name and her phone number and to call her sister. Doc had restrained her, so she wasn’t able to move, and he had started intravenous fluids on her. It was important that the subject not be dehydrated.
When she started regaining her senses, then she figured out she was in trouble. She tried talking to him. But he refused to speak to her. He had learned in grad school that you didn’t let yourself get attached to the subjects, though in grad school the subjects were rodents. The lesson was learned however, and none of her attempts to get him to speak worked.
He noted how his refusal to acknowledge her unnerved her more than her being restrained to the dissection table. He learned to wield silence like a weapon. From that point on, he never conversed or spoke to any of his subjects. As he brought his mind back to the present he smirked at the irony. He could recall her name, but he couldn’t what she looked like.
(Memory 4 - Sara)
She came to, in the lab. She was still under the influence of her drugs and when she found herself on the dissecting table, she thought she was in the hospital. She kept saying her name and her phone number and to call her sister. Doc had restrained her, so she wasn’t able to move, and he had started intravenous fluids on her. It was important that the subject not be dehydrated.
When she started regaining her senses, then she figured out she was in trouble. She tried talking to him. But he refused to speak to her. He had learned in grad school that you didn’t let yourself get attached to the subjects, though in grad school the subjects were rodents. The lesson was learned however, and none of her attempts to get him to speak worked.
He noted how his refusal to acknowledge her unnerved her more than her being restrained to the dissection table. He learned to wield silence like a weapon. From that point on, he never conversed or spoke to any of his subjects. As he brought his mind back to the present he smirked at the irony. He could recall her name, but he couldn’t what she looked like.
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The realization was slow coming to him. But it did .. finally. Sometimes he could be so ******* oblivious to the obvious. Thinking about Sara had made the penny drop. Before he was turned he had patience and tenacity. After being turned he found his patience wear thin quickly. He didn’t know if it was the act of being turned or the change from human to vampire that made the difference. But now he realized, it was his lifestyle that was the difference.
Before he kept to himself. He cut himself off from his family, he had no use for friends, because they didn’t share his interests. And women, well the ones he was interested in, only wanted his money. So he learned to keep a low profile, and rarely conversed outside of business. Now, however, he had a family. And with family comes interactions with family. And with interactions, came the inevitable conflicts.
The reason his patience was wearing thin, because he wasn’t as reclusive as he had been as a human. Now he had a daughter Catherine, who thought lizard men would start the next holocaust, and had voices in her head that were destructive. He had a wife, that hated him. Not that he cared. He had a girlfriend who was hot as hell. He had another spawn that he was co-parenting with Zodiac who would rather cut him into little bitty pieces than talk to him. And he was in an a faction that hunted and killed vampires that broke the masquerade. He had a ******* busy existence now.. and it was no wonder he would get testy.
The answer was so easy, and yet it had taken all this time to figure it out.
Before he kept to himself. He cut himself off from his family, he had no use for friends, because they didn’t share his interests. And women, well the ones he was interested in, only wanted his money. So he learned to keep a low profile, and rarely conversed outside of business. Now, however, he had a family. And with family comes interactions with family. And with interactions, came the inevitable conflicts.
The reason his patience was wearing thin, because he wasn’t as reclusive as he had been as a human. Now he had a daughter Catherine, who thought lizard men would start the next holocaust, and had voices in her head that were destructive. He had a wife, that hated him. Not that he cared. He had a girlfriend who was hot as hell. He had another spawn that he was co-parenting with Zodiac who would rather cut him into little bitty pieces than talk to him. And he was in an a faction that hunted and killed vampires that broke the masquerade. He had a ******* busy existence now.. and it was no wonder he would get testy.
The answer was so easy, and yet it had taken all this time to figure it out.
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Doc locked up the lab, as he headed to his car, the sedan. The Mustang was out of the shop, from the accident he and Carmen had, but he didn’t want to drive it. He didn’t want it to be seen too often about town. Especially since Minx was starting to come around to the fact she was a vampire. He didn’t want to set her off; but he also didn’t want to give up the car either.
He smiled as he remembered finding the keys to it in Minx’ apartment and tracing those keys to that Mustang. He had gotten her locked up in the mental ward at the hospital, because he said she had experienced a mental break with reality and tried to kill him. He still got interns asking him about details of her attack.
After making sure Minx had been locked up tight in the hospital, he had gone to her apartment and stole or trashed everything that meant anything to her. Looking back on that event now, he saw where he had made some mistakes. He had gotten too close, he spoke to her; he let his emotions get the best of him. No, it wasn’t emotion. It was Pride. He let his pride get the best of him. He couldn’t let a slip of a girl beat him. And when he couldn’t kill her, he decided to destroy her psychologically.
That was the mistake. He didn’t need to do that. He had wanted to do that. But he didn’t ‘need’ to. Acting out because of wants and desires, was when most people would make mistakes. Because they let emotions cloud the real issues. He had been lucky that he had not fucked up majorly because of taking the car. But he still didn’t want to give it up, he liked it.
(Memory 5 - the Mustang)
He smiled as he remembered finding the keys to it in Minx’ apartment and tracing those keys to that Mustang. He had gotten her locked up in the mental ward at the hospital, because he said she had experienced a mental break with reality and tried to kill him. He still got interns asking him about details of her attack.
After making sure Minx had been locked up tight in the hospital, he had gone to her apartment and stole or trashed everything that meant anything to her. Looking back on that event now, he saw where he had made some mistakes. He had gotten too close, he spoke to her; he let his emotions get the best of him. No, it wasn’t emotion. It was Pride. He let his pride get the best of him. He couldn’t let a slip of a girl beat him. And when he couldn’t kill her, he decided to destroy her psychologically.
That was the mistake. He didn’t need to do that. He had wanted to do that. But he didn’t ‘need’ to. Acting out because of wants and desires, was when most people would make mistakes. Because they let emotions cloud the real issues. He had been lucky that he had not fucked up majorly because of taking the car. But he still didn’t want to give it up, he liked it.
(Memory 5 - the Mustang)
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