Upon tracking my quarry to New Orleans, I was faced with quite the dilemma- how to find one person who was trying very hard to hide in this enormous, sprawling heap of metal and flesh? Well, be sure not to underestimate me, my friends- I can be quite persistent! A couple days of inquiries and I had an address.
I tell you, this young lady is one of the hardest Runners I've ever hunted - and the irony is that she isn't even running from that dashing gentleman in black and white, but from a dashing gentleman in black and red. Me, if you didn't know. I'm unsure if she even knows the Tall One exists.
Upon entering the dim, abandoned building, presumably a residence of some sorts, I found my mark. And a beautiful mark it is, long brown hair, glittering hazel eyes, nice ass, too. Hehe.
I asked her to come with me, and she refused. The absolute cheek of it! I simply could not abide such rude manners and gave her a slice on the cheek to remember me by. She cursed and spat at me.
And that was when I decided it was time to stop fuckin' around.
"Listen up, bitch. I dunno what you think you're gonna do to get away, but even if you escape me in person, I'm always in your head. Yeah, that's right, you know what I'm talking about. You're just like me- you'll push anyone under the bus to make sure you come out a-ok. Which is smart! Good instinct. And you've even learned to enjoy it, which is a big step! I'm proud, for real. But y'know, if there's one thing I can't deal with it's a liar. Hate liars. Fucking assholes piss me the hell off. What gets me all fired up is how you're just like me and you don't even admit it! You don't embrace it! It ain't just a lie, it's a crying shame! Wasted potential."
Ohhhh, she knew what I meant. That look on her face...Man, I love being me.
"Aww, I think I know what it is! You're afraid baby brother'll find out~ He'll look at his precious big sister and see a crazy bitch soaked in blood. Can you picture that look? HAHA! I see you can! Fear, confusion, sorrow...And disappointment. Anger. Betrayal. Oh, it just EATS YOU UP, doesn't it? Hahahahaha!"
Little liar screams at me to shut up. Like fuck.
"That's why you can't stand to see my beautiful face! Cause you look at me and see your own gorgeous face looking back. With the eyes of a killer. Run run run. It won't go away. Crawling, twitching, squirming thoughts, thoughts of the truth. That truth no amount of time can bury. That you and me, darling? Are the same. We both live for two things- ourselves, and watching other people SUFFER. It's all we have left. A match made in heaven, wouldn't you say?"
Screaming, clawing, I let her run away. I certainly wasn't gonna get my suit wet with her wussy weeping, and she's already sloppier than ever at hiding her trail. Won't be long now. Not at all.