Part 2: Pass Acceleration

Merging onto the freeway and accelerating into the flow of traffic I headed to The Haven.

The Haven was a secret sector of the Navy SEALs that selected certain members from the Special Forces to become the official Cleaners for our great government. Yeah an assassin, that’s what I am … well it is my job. It’s what I have been for a little over 6 years now.

Speeding a little faster now; disregarding any cops that might be nearby and in need of meeting their monthly quota. With me they are out of luck; I am what you say untouchable. Well I could still get arrested but they can never hold me, it’s one of the perks of being a cleaner.

As I have said I love being alone but I have come to realize these past few months that even when there is no one else around me, I am never alone. There is someone else always here present with me … whispering in my ear, telling me things that are and are not true. Remember that I say are and are not true, it’s important to the rest of the story. These past few weeks that person has been more and more constant and they have a way of persuading me like no other person can.

Moving briskly through traffic, the cars become a blur; each color combining to make only one … black.

“Oh my God … no no God, hold on,” screamed a loud voice

“Ahhh”, another person screamed

Feeling the seat belt pull tight around my chest and opening my eyes just as a semi-truck jack knife in the middle of the highway. My body being thrown against the seat, head yanked back hard as my breath is taken from my chest.

The car slams into the back of another car and another car slams into the back of the car I am in. The car is flung sideways and rolls several feet, only being stopped by a pole on the side of the road. Everything is black ….

Black, a color you will get use to by the end of this tale.

Opening my eyes to the color collage of blurred spots as I hang upside down in the now poor excuse for a car and feeling unfamiliar arms warp around me, pulling me out.

Air … I have never needed it more in my life before this moment. It really is true what they say, “you never miss what you have until it’s gone”, I thought laughing inside.

The arms around my chest pulled me away from the wreckage and as my vision returned so do my sense of things. But this was different, it was a heighten sense of things. As I looked around, I heard nothing and everything was in slow motion. I looked down at my hands, covered in blood, tasted that metallic yet sweet taste of blood on my lip … that sting in my throat every time I swallowed, that sharp pain that followed with every breath I took.

The Pain … oh the pain, I loved it the most in this moment. I had found my true love and I knew I would do anything to stay married to it. I lusted in that moment, lusted for the worst pain possible and accepted that lust as a part of myself until death do us part.

Honk Honk …

Opening my eyes from the blackness within, shaking my head and looking in my rearview mirror to find the jerk that was honking at me; I raised my hand to politely give them the finger with a smile as I made the turn onto West Ave.

Again NOT a fan of people …