"This'd make the second time you tried to kill me."
Yes, it would. But I didn't try to blow up an entire building with my elevator stint, and he did shoot at my head when I left him. Fair is fair, I deserved a second shot at finishing Sam off. If he doesn't like it, then he can cry about it.
I can't believe that didn't work!
"Oh come on Sam, it was just a little bomb."
Which, if you ask me, pales in comparison to a big widowmaker. Sam should remember that when he bitches about my efforts to kill him. As far as weapons go, he did start with a highly powerful one. It was up to me to raise the stakes. I'd say I've started to do that now.
I'll get him next time. But thinking it over, this 'next time' thing is starting to get a little old. How many times am I going to have to try before I kill him? This could go on forever if we don't just confront each other and fight it out.
I think its time to stop dancing around the issue. I want to kill him, he wants to kill me...we should own up to that and get it over with. See who really is the better assassin.
And when the smoke clears, I'll know I proved something to my darling husband.
Jackass that he is.
I picked up speed, turning on to the highway.
I'm going home. If he wants to meet me, he can go home too. Then he can die there.
She sounds smug about that. Or maybe it's just me. I don't think it is, because Carly's that kind of person. She thinks she's won here, and it's not even remotely finished.
If she thinks she's got this, she's going to turn out to be really freakin' wrong in one hell of a hurry. I don't think I've ever been more ready to finish this crap once and for all, and since I think she's headed home, this is a perfect way to do it.
I pulled onto one of the backroads that'd get me there fast enough, even though she's going to beat me to it since I don't have a chance to make up for the lost time, even though I'm doing things this way.
"I figured you should know something," I said as I drove around a guy who was going at least thirty, ignoring the angry beeping behind me. Whatever, shouldn't have been driving so God damn slow in the first place. "I'm going home, and when I get there, I'm going to burn everything I ever bought you."
Just put it in one big pile, and burn the whole damn thing. There's something ritualistic about it, it's kind of cool. I like it.
"I figured you should know something. I'm going home, and when I get there, I'm going to burn everything I ever bought you."
Is that a promise? His taste in jewelry left a lot to be desired. Nevermind that time when he bought me a dress for my birthday. It was orange and hideous, and I never wore it. I didn't think I could keep my breasts in it for more than seven or eight minutes at a time, double sided tape or not.
How sad. He's going to burn all the shit I never wanted and never liked. And I'm supposed to be hurt about it. How completely rotten of him to be an indian giver like that.
At least we're both headed in the same direction, and I'm more than ready to have this out.
"I'll race you there, baby."
And then I'll kill you, asshole. I'm starting to understand the whole 'till death do us part' thing a whole lot better now.
She knows she's going to get there first. Smug bitch. Christ, I can't wait to shoot you. I rolled my eyes as I took a right, and tried to see if I could make it anyway. It'll be a close cut, if nothing else.
I hate being beaten. Even remotely. God damn it.
"See you then." I hung up, and picked up speed on the road, taking another turn.
And then I started feeling again. That off feeling. And there was another question nagging at me, and the worst part was that I had to ask it. I sighed finally, dialing Carly's phone again.
"That night you saw me, in Rio, what was your first thought?"
I think if she answers this like I think she's going to, I'll be all set after this. I need that extra little push to finish it.
I hung up without another word and pushed my foot harder against the accelerator. Far be it from me to enter a race I can't win. I'm the best driver at the agency, and that's something I won't let Sam take away. I'll beat him there, find a decent spot to shoot from, and take him out before he can get in the door.
I should have done this so much sooner.
I heard my phone ring again and answered, knowing who it was without having to look. Maybe he forgot how to get to the house or something. At this point, I wouldn't put it past him.
"That night you saw me, in Rio, what was your first thought?"
Is this a trick question?
Really. How am I supposed to answer that? If I tell the truth I'll sound weak. If I lie, then...maybe I shouldn't lie about this. It could be that the night we met was the only honest thing that ever happened in our relationship.
Okay, I need to hear it from him before I say anything.
Yes, it would. But I didn't try to blow up an entire building with my elevator stint, and he did shoot at my head when I left him. Fair is fair, I deserved a second shot at finishing Sam off. If he doesn't like it, then he can cry about it.
I can't believe that didn't work!
"Oh come on Sam, it was just a little bomb."
Which, if you ask me, pales in comparison to a big widowmaker. Sam should remember that when he bitches about my efforts to kill him. As far as weapons go, he did start with a highly powerful one. It was up to me to raise the stakes. I'd say I've started to do that now.
I'll get him next time. But thinking it over, this 'next time' thing is starting to get a little old. How many times am I going to have to try before I kill him? This could go on forever if we don't just confront each other and fight it out.
I think its time to stop dancing around the issue. I want to kill him, he wants to kill me...we should own up to that and get it over with. See who really is the better assassin.
And when the smoke clears, I'll know I proved something to my darling husband.
Jackass that he is.
I picked up speed, turning on to the highway.
I'm going home. If he wants to meet me, he can go home too. Then he can die there.
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She sounds smug about that. Or maybe it's just me. I don't think it is, because Carly's that kind of person. She thinks she's won here, and it's not even remotely finished.
If she thinks she's got this, she's going to turn out to be really freakin' wrong in one hell of a hurry. I don't think I've ever been more ready to finish this crap once and for all, and since I think she's headed home, this is a perfect way to do it.
I pulled onto one of the backroads that'd get me there fast enough, even though she's going to beat me to it since I don't have a chance to make up for the lost time, even though I'm doing things this way.
"I figured you should know something," I said as I drove around a guy who was going at least thirty, ignoring the angry beeping behind me. Whatever, shouldn't have been driving so God damn slow in the first place. "I'm going home, and when I get there, I'm going to burn everything I ever bought you."
Just put it in one big pile, and burn the whole damn thing. There's something ritualistic about it, it's kind of cool. I like it.
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Is that a promise? His taste in jewelry left a lot to be desired. Nevermind that time when he bought me a dress for my birthday. It was orange and hideous, and I never wore it. I didn't think I could keep my breasts in it for more than seven or eight minutes at a time, double sided tape or not.
How sad. He's going to burn all the shit I never wanted and never liked. And I'm supposed to be hurt about it. How completely rotten of him to be an indian giver like that.
At least we're both headed in the same direction, and I'm more than ready to have this out.
"I'll race you there, baby."
And then I'll kill you, asshole. I'm starting to understand the whole 'till death do us part' thing a whole lot better now.
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She knows she's going to get there first. Smug bitch. Christ, I can't wait to shoot you. I rolled my eyes as I took a right, and tried to see if I could make it anyway. It'll be a close cut, if nothing else.
I hate being beaten. Even remotely. God damn it.
"See you then." I hung up, and picked up speed on the road, taking another turn.
And then I started feeling again. That off feeling. And there was another question nagging at me, and the worst part was that I had to ask it. I sighed finally, dialing Carly's phone again.
"That night you saw me, in Rio, what was your first thought?"
I think if she answers this like I think she's going to, I'll be all set after this. I need that extra little push to finish it.
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I hung up without another word and pushed my foot harder against the accelerator. Far be it from me to enter a race I can't win. I'm the best driver at the agency, and that's something I won't let Sam take away. I'll beat him there, find a decent spot to shoot from, and take him out before he can get in the door.
I should have done this so much sooner.
I heard my phone ring again and answered, knowing who it was without having to look. Maybe he forgot how to get to the house or something. At this point, I wouldn't put it past him.
"That night you saw me, in Rio, what was your first thought?"
Is this a trick question?
Really. How am I supposed to answer that? If I tell the truth I'll sound weak. If I lie, then...maybe I shouldn't lie about this. It could be that the night we met was the only honest thing that ever happened in our relationship.
Okay, I need to hear it from him before I say anything.
"You first Sam."
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