Chapter #4The Hunt by: LGV   You can get back at Annabelle! Your ex has made the past three weeks an absolute living hell for you and with the power of the brush you can finally get the revenge you've been hoping for. Though you are still unsure of the true power of the magical tool clutched in your grasp, you are driven giddy as your mind begins to churn about the numerous potential fates that will soon befall the woman you once loved.
The red glimmer of the taxi's digital clock catches your attention. The small display reads a crisp "2:59 PM", sending you into a bit of a panic. Assuming her schedule hasn't changed, Annabelle will be leaving work in about half an hour. You haven't been keeping in touch with her for obvious reasons so catching her while she's coming off of her shift will be the best chance you have at making your move.
With a hustle you flee your damanged vehicle and make your way back to the street. You wave down a passing cab and hop in, spitting out her work address. Sensing the urgency in your voice, the man behind the wheel slams down on the accelerator and speeds off down the road. Leaving your car behind in its state is probably illegal, but you are too obsessed with getting some proper revenge to care.
The little taxi arrives at the legal firm where Annabelle works with only seconds to spare. Eternal greatful for the haste at which you arrived, you toss the driver a twenty dollar tip as you exit the vehicle. The sound of the taxi's pulling away echoes behind you as you begin to stalk across the sidewalk, keeping your head low to avoid anyone recognizing you. You've met a few of Annabelle's coworkers and your revenge would be potentially ruined if you were caught.
Taking cover behind a conviently placed pillar, you spend the next few minutes watching the entrance. A few familiar faces pass by before the bitch herself passes through the glass double doors. She's as pretty as you remember; golden, curly locks dangle from her hair, bouncing with each step. A modest bosom hangs from her chest, made to appear larger thanks to a choice push-up bra. She's a beautiful woman, to be certain.
Checking around you for witnesses once more, you wait a moment before beginning the hunt. You follow her at around a distance of thirty feet, just far enough to keep out of sight. The pursuit goes on for a good while before Annabelle foolishly decides to take a short cut through an out-of-the-way alley. Seeing you window, you break into a dash and catch up.
The loud pounding of your footsteps catches her attention, but she can only turn her head before you're on her. You easily managed to back her against the wall as she is too frightened to resist. The look of fear on her face makes you feel slightly bad about this.
"D-david, what the hell are you doing?" she demands.
"Annabelle, what does it look like? I'm here to get my revenge. You've ruined my life, you bitch."
"Hey now, " she pleads, "don't hurt me. You can have all of my cash. All of it! Just don't hurt me..."
"Oh, I'm not going to beat you, Anna. No, believe me, it's much, much worse than that."
Pulling the brush from your pocket, you ready it, intent on...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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