terrismith's Journal

Dear Diary,

Hardly a day goes by now that I don't remember that frightening visage on the ocean's horizon. At first I was just to shocked by the ordeal to recall it's dreadful shadow. The burning image of those three women... Their screams still resound in my ears when I start to lose my focus. As long as I focus, as long as I stay sharp, I can keep my composure. But that's the way it's always been. Cold, collected, and ready to strike. As long as I keep my eye on the prize, I'll stay with it.

I blame Nich and Tony, as I always do, for dragging me into this mess. Why does it always seem like the jobs they 'recruit' me for always go astray. That one trip to Toronto to track down the corporate snitch, I ended up running my car off the road and into the ditch to miss that sheep. The damage cost more than the pay. Tracking that wild-goose-chase of a 'news story' through Vermont for Nick. What a waste. Didn't even get paid. That innocent kid in upstate New York... Not like i haven't had rough scraps that were my own fault, but unless the money's tight I'm not chauffering those two at the drop of a hat.

Unfortunatly for me the money was tight. Bootlegging isn't easy and I haven't had a good deal in months. I wasn't gonna hear from the 'Real McCoy' until February and the fuzz had come a little to close recently. I was having to lie low. It happened in August. It was harder to conceal myself in the summer. Short nights make for shorter windows of opprotunity. Hot winds make my big jacket unbearable. It covers the back of my head and obscures my figure and face pretty well when i wear a fidora with it. The only way anyone would ever know who it was me is if they managed to get that hat off. But that's only in the winter. In the summer I have to go light or run the risk of overheating. That time in August, I got tailed for a long time in Pennsylvania. They caught me on a long dirt road with no turn offs and steep ditches. Had to outrun them when I was fully loaded. That was just to close. The Feds have been tailing me in town ever since but they're starting to back off.

If it wasn't for that bad run i would've chased Tony off with a tire iron when he asked for my help in November. He needed a driver for a job he was hired for. He was suppose to follow some rich dame and discover if she was having an affair. Why he needed me to drive I have no idea, but I just needed the money and Tony's employer seemed to have loads of it.

I met Tony and Nick at their dishevled little office the next morning dressed in my driving gear. Nice vest, hat, gloves and pants. This tends to throw off most men that I know. The fact that I drive at all does. My pap would have beaten them all with his wrench. Except for Tony and Nick. Most men I would have dropped on the corner by now, especially with the amount of trouble that follows those two around, but they appreciate my talent. And they pay my bills with their 'habits'.

When I got there they filled me in on some of the details, namely who I was following. Bird's name was Vivian. Blonde, blue eyes, white coat, yellow coupe. Rich white garbage. We followed her all over town. Everytime she made a stop I pulled over a block down from her, Nick followed her on foot and Tony and I waited until he returned to follow her again. She visited some really strange places. We stopped at this big office downtown. Nick said she sketched a painting that was in an art gallery on the third floor. Paid no mind to him whatsoever. After that we followed her to a grave yard where she just looked at three graves. Now that i know what was going on I wonder how she came across the graves and how they made her feel. Thinking about something as bizarre as that happening to me makes my head swim. It must have been a horrible thing to find... But I'll leave that for later. There are so many things to tell and no real order to tell them in except for how it occured to me.

Nick wrote down the names on the graves, Patrica!!!, Rose!!! and !!! !!!. We followed her from the graves to a cliff overlooking a beach in Jersey. She sat on a bench at the cliffs edge for some time just staring off towards the ocean. "With that same vacant look" Nick told us.

I was throughly bored with the situation. If this is what it meant to have an affair I was glad that I was still single. The unusually warm breeze and radiant sunshine was making me drozy and just as I was about to cross the treshold into sleep Nick popped out from the backseat, grabbing Tony and mine's shoulders and then pointed toward the horizon. You could barely see it, but way off down the coast on the cliff was a black figure that was moving towards us. Tony then noticed that 'Vivian' was also watching the man approach.

We all waited in anticipation, watching the two as the man walked down the cliff line. As he came nearer I could see it was a man, dressed entirely in black, all features concealed in a thick jacket and large rimmed hat. When he was close enough 'Vivian' walked towards him, that same dazed look in her eyes. They began to talk. I couldn't make anything out over the sound of the sea and I had a hard time follow their lips, since one had their back to me and the other was covered from head to toe. Gesit managed to catch a few words but claimed they were in a different language. Normally, knowing Nick, this was just a ploy to impress, but there weren't any other women around. I didn't really have much time to consider it. After giving him a sideways glance and then returning my attention to the white and black figures on the cliff's edge I witnessed one of the most gruesome things I've seen to date.

Mind you, dear diary, that I am far from sheltered. I've seen car crashes that make your insides twist into lead knots. I've seen men's heads blown off. I've shot and sliced my way to this day. But that was all doing my real job. That was all outrunning the fuzz and the big bosses. Working solo has left me with several enemies and a clearer image of what 'humanity' is capable of. But I was in a dream, where I was certain that I was safe from my gruesome reality, when the man cloaked in black pulled a long knife from under his coat, raised that shining silver weapon and plunged it into 'Vivian's' face.

It was all I could do to keep myself from screaming. I heard Nick trying to keep the contents of his stomach inside himself. Tony jumped in his seat so hard the whole car rocked for a moment. About the same amount of time it took 'Vivian' to crumple to the ground. We sat there, watching in stunned horror at the corpse of the woman we were suppose to be following. This had gone all kinds of wrong faster than I could comprehend. The concealed man was walking towards the road and all i could do was stare at the corpse. I felt the car shake and looked over to see Tony and Nick racing towards the man. I wiped the delirum from my eyes and grabbed the .38 Smith and Wesson from the glove compartment, and went to follow them.

I heard Nick yelling at the man to stop, but he just kept walking away from them. Tony had, as usual, lost all patience with the situation and fired off two shots. The first one missed, throwing dirt into the air a few feet in front of the retreating man, but the second nearly blew his knee cap off. He landed face first in the dirt, his hat rolling away.

When I caught up to them Nick and Tony were debating who was going to turn the groaning figure over, bickering back anf forth. You'd figure that men would have more guts. I kicked the injuried man over and gasped in disgust. Lots of people are ugly, but this one was flat out hideous! His face resembled a fish more than a humans and he continued to gurgle in that weird tounge. I wouldn't have been to much more surprised if I turned down his collar and fonud gills on his neck.

Nick was shouting questions at the man rapid fire, as reporters tend to do. He didn't really seem to keen on answering them. Nick was snapping his camera all the while. Tony and I had learned to look away from the brillant flash bulb when he wiped it out. Only beacuse of this habit did we notice the towncar roaring up the road full of men in large black jackets and wide rimmed hats. I backed away real fast from 'Fish-face' as the towncar skidded to a stop in the gravel parking lot.

Three men, dressed just like the wounded at our feet are in the towncar. One exits from the back seat and walks up to us. His face, from what i could glimpse under the rim of his hat, is equally as grotesque. Nick took this moment to step behind Tony. I can only assume to hide the camera. If these were buddies of the murderer, then they were likely in league with him too. The new arrival takes a moment to look us all in the eye and then says, in a strange nasal accent that was unfamiliar to me, "Back away if you do not wish for me to kill you."

A fire fight in the middle of a parking lot, in broad day light, no cover, with an unarmed Nick and me without my Colt? No way in hell was I that stupid. Tony was obviously considering taking the man up on the offer, his 1911 held before him in difance. I caught a glimpse of Nick pulling on the back Tony's jacket and a pleading whimper. I followed the direction of Nick's gaze and saw that the other two passengers of the cream colored towncar were stepping out, very large bulks under their jackets. I holstered my gun in the belt loop of my pants and held my hands to show that I had nothing. Tony finally took the hint (stuborn mule) that we were out gunned and started to back up. He never holstered his weapon, which made me a little uneasy. Nevertheless, we made it back to my car and all got in. Once we were in the vehicle Nick whipped out the camera again. Call teh Police!
look through her shit lolz
Oh shit beez, cops got teh patty wagon!
Run Away!

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