Today 18:00

I walk around the station for a bit, the thought of Charlie being sentenced to years in prison and I being free from her clutches runs around in my mind for a bit. Everyone says that I should be happy. That I should be glad that she is being locked up and that I won't have to worry about her anymore.

But the thing is, I can not stop thinking about her. The fact that she looked straight through the one way mirror and right at me, I can not get her look out of my mind. She looked so disappointed in me, like she was telling me that she would come after me and make me pay for what I did... but then... What did I do?

I find an isolated spot in a part of the station, at six in the evening, it seems like nobody is around right now. They're all probably in the congregation hubs, eating their dinner and chatting about the fun things that they did today. I take a seat on a bench and I lean my back up against the wall. I look up at the ceiling, one that I have looked at many times before. But somehow, this time feels different. It all feels different.

Suddenly, an alarm goes off and the security lights begin to flash vibrant colours. The blaring sounds of the sirens fill my ears. A voice soon comes over the pa system and orders all visitors to take cover and find somewhere to hide for there is a suspect with a gun on the loose.

My heart sinks, could Charlie have escaped and somehow gotten her hands on a gun? I take a deep breath in and I try to locate the nearest stairwell to hide in. I know this station well, well... as well as I can know it from looking at maps of the floors and such for about three years. I get lost in here a lot... so maybe I don't know it as well as I think I do. I don't really know anymore.

My sight lands on a sign that directs me to a stairwell and I quickly run over to it, I push open the door and enter into the stairwell, closing the door behind me. Luckily this is the main floor for this specific staircase and so, there is a little alcove for me to hide in. So, I take cover in the alcove and I wait till the sirens stop blaring and a voice comes on saying that it is safe to come out.

Eventually the sirens do stop, but the lights remain flashing and there is no voice over the pa system that says that it is okay to leave. All around me is silent, sitting in this potentially sketchy stairwell in dead silence is almost like being in a real live horror film. Any time now, the killer is probably going to come marching down the stairs, find me, and then kill me. Because that is usually how horror films go... right?

I take a deep breath... and then my heart sinks. Footsteps from above me echo in the stairwell. A light whistling follows the steps, both growing increasingly louder until they all stop at once, right beside where I stand. If I look over to see who it is, I'm afraid that it will be the armed suspect and that they will kill me. But if I don't look, they could kill me anyways.

"Hiya my beautiful Bloody Mary!" A familiar voice echoes through the stairwell like a teacher's nails sliding down an old green black chalkboard. The voice, the nickname... my heart sinks deeper.

"Charlie." I gasp in a breathy voice. I turn to see my old love strolling casually down the stairs still in her orange jumpsuit attire. In her hands she holds a pistol, one that many of my officer colleagues use. I can see blood splatter stains on her jumpsuit already, and her signature twisted grin is already painted on her face with her thirst for blood burning in her eyes.

"Did you miss me my love?" She asks, a light chuckle in her tone as she walks towards me. She stops just about a foot away from me and then she raises her free hand up to grace my cheek with a gentle touch.

"W-what are you doing?" I ask her, looking straight into her eyes. "How did you get the gun?"

"Oh this?" She momentarily turns away to look at the pistol that is in her right hand. "A little birdy gave it to me after I strangled him with my cuffs." She chimes with an excited tone, sounding like a young child explaining to their parents how much candy they ate on Halloween and why they love it so much.

"You killed an officer!" My eyes widen at her comment, yet my stomach becomes a little uneasy.

"No.. my dear Bloody Mary... I did not kill an officer." She comments in a soft tone, stepping closer to me to whisper in my right ear. "I killed multiple officers!" She giggles and my tone pales at her comment.

"Charlie..." I begin softly, my hands reaching for hers ever so slowly, to not create suspicion among her. "I need you to do something for me." I comment in the same soft tone.

"Yes my beautiful Bloody Mary! I will do anything for you my love!" She moves back and grasps her hands together with the gun in the centre. Her twisted grin forms into a loveable crooked grin.

"I need you to beat me up." I comment with a serious tone, I see in her eyes that her heart sinks and she looks at me with confusion.

"I- I can't do that... I can't hurt you my love." She comments with a soft tone.

"I know that you want to kill me, heck you probably want to kill me only to then kill yourself. If you are going to do that, we have to make it look believable." I comment, we both know that each of us are serial killers, so obviously I am a threat to her if I stay alive. So, I know her only option now is to kill me and cut all of her ties loose. And if she kills me, she can then do the same to herself. Believing that we will be together in heaven or whatever afterlife place she believes in.

Charlie looks at me and she drops her arms. She nods and backs up a bit, placing the gun gently on the ground behind her. She then faces me again.

"This will hurt me more than it does you, for you know that I love you so, and that I would never wish to mess up your beautiful face." She comments softly, "but if it is what you wish."

She then reels back her left fist and punches me in my face. I stumble back, but before I am able to recover, she hits me with another punch with her right arm. She pushes me into the back wall and slams my head against it, the back of my head screams with pain and a cold touch. She then knees me in the gut and knocks some wind out of me. I slide down the wall, falling to my knees. I cough, and a couple crimson splatters hit the concrete floor of the stairwell.

"I am truly sorry that it must end this way," I look up to see her turn around, her back facing me as she walks towards the gun. Probably going for the final shot. "It was nice being with you, my beloved Bloody Mary, while it lasted." She lets out a light chuckle at the mention of her nickname for me, for right now, I truly am a bloody Mary. "But..." I watch as she bends down to pick up the gun. I take this time to slowly rise to my feet, not wanting her to notice my movements. "...As they say... all good things must come to an end at some point."

I watch as she stands and I take my shot, pushing my feet off the ground, I lunge at Charlie and tackle her to the ground. Her finger unintentionally pulls the trigger and the gun goes off. The next thing I feel is a sharp pain in my left leg. Fuck not again. But this time I am on top of her, I snatch the gun away from her and I pin her down, sitting on her stomach.

I see her gaze looking up at me with a confused expression. Her eyes say: "What the hell do you think you are doing?!?" While her mouth remains in a fixed growling position.

"What are you doing Mary? This is not how it's supposed to end!" She snaps, angry at my actions. But I now have the gun. I am now in the position of power.

"No, Charlie, this is exactly how it is supposed to end." I comment with a sly tone. "You see, you thought that this whole time that you were in charge. That you were pulling the strings of the puppets and moving things around. But a reality check for you... you're not. You weren't"

I hear her growl, "If I'm not then who is?" The corners of my mouth curl up into a devilish smirk and my eyes become faded.

"I am, bitch." I smack the gun into her face, which is surely going to leave a mark.

"How?" Her eyes go wide, shock is in her tone.

"You know your drivers? Spoiler alert, they are mine. I paid them to obey you and act as your drivers. I made you believe that you were in charge. I gave you profiles of my enemies that I wanted gone and planted ideas in your head to make you go after them. The random game of spin the bottle and I spy, they were not random at all. I planted seeds in your mind, even before we officially met. I was always in charge. And you were always my little puppet. And now..." I comment moving the barrel of the gun to Charlie's chest. "...now I need to cut my ties with you. You are too wild and I no longer require your services. So... my dear Charlie... This is your last call." I pull the trigger, shooting her in the chest. The bullet goes through her chest and a second later, I watch as the life fades from her eyes.

I hear screams of officers above, talking about how they hear a gunshot and soon the stairwell is filled with sounds of footsteps.

I kick the gun away and scurry away from Charlie and lean up against the wall. I force myself to cry, and soon, tears stream from my eyes... right in time for the arrival of the officers who were pounding down the stairs.

"Are you alright?" An officer asks, hurrying over to me to make sure that I am alright, while the other officers go to check on Charlie and restrain her.

"I-I I think so." I mumble as one who has been crying for a while would, "I-I I didn't mean to shoot her but I didn't have a choice, she was going to kill me. I did it in self defence." I cry, the officer softens and holds me in his arms.

"You were very brave, but do not worry. It is all over now, she will not hurt you anymore." The officer comments in a soft tone, trying to calm me down. I sniffle and nod within his arms.

"Thank you." I mumble, my tears staining his uniform. "I'm glad that it is all over now."

It is all over now...

Or is it?

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