No RegretsMature

The next morning, I had made up my mind about what I was going to do. It was a Saturday, so I had the whole day to do as I pleased. I left the house around nine in the morning. It was cool and a slight rain was falling from a windswept sky. The diffused light gave my skin a soft glow, as if I were a god of judgement sent down from the heavens. As I walked through the gray and grimy streets, I let the urban beauty wash over me. The graffiti that covered most buildings, both old and new, was like Da Vinci’s art to me. It had shape and form, and it portrayed a message, while still remaining mysterious and shrouded. I saw meaning in everything. Even things that had held no meaning for me before. Every lamp post leaned a certain way for a reason. There was a story behind it all, a story that would never be heard, and never told. 

I saw the world as Jeremy had. For the first time in my life, I had no regrets, no worries, no cares. It would have been nice to have seen the world like this before, but all that mattered was the fact that I did now. The only thoughts that crossed my mind were those of the present. I didn’t dwell on the past or wish for what might be. I was finally at peace.

On the long walk to my destination, I only worried once, and that happened as I passed a dumpster. I felt like someone was watching me, but I didn’t turn around, because even my own mortality didn’t frighten me now. I had nothing left to live for, and everything to die for. So when I reached the police station, I didn’t feel fear as I walked up the cement steps. I didn’t feel the anxiety that one normally feels while walking to a certain fate.

I waited in the lobby of the police station, before being escorted to an interrogation room. They told me that I could leave at any time, and that the only reason I was being put in the room was for privacy as I told all that needed to be said. 
And that is the point where our story began...


 
Mrs. Kelly looked up from the stack of notes she had taken. Not like she needed them. She had recorded the entire interview with Amelia on an audio recorder. After pulling a few papers together, she asked, “That’s it?”

“That just about sums it up.”

“You have given us quite a bit of valuable information today. Under normal circumstances we would probably charge you with murder and drug trafficking, but seeing as you came here of your own free will, and on top of that, gave very good information, including the names of several people involved with the drug trade and the address of their headquarters, I highly doubt that anyone here would protest you being allowed to leave,” in an undertone she added, “Not to mention that I’m fairly certain you have unfinished business to settle.”

“You’re very thorough. What time is it?”

“Six. You may leave whenever you wish.”

Amelia stood up and pushed in her chair, “Goodbye then. I am very anxious to leave, as it is, it may already be too late.”

Amelia walked smoothly out of the gray room and continued on down the corridor towards the lobby. She swept through the lobby, with its horrible red chairs and beige tile, and on out the tinted, and undoubtedly, bullet resistant glass. She continued walking in this manner until she reached her next destination. As, she walked on, her thoughts fell to the story she had just recited and was proud that she had told every detail perfectly. 

Well almost. 

There was one part that she didn’t know. One crucial piece of information that might change the outcome of events. What she didn’t know, was that last night at the warehouse, shortly after she left, James ordered Cai to kill her. Whether she went to the police or not. He wanted her dead because her threat had shaken him severely, and James had no doubt that she had meant every word of that threat. He had already seen what Amelia could do when provoked, and he had no intention of becoming her next victim. 

What James didn’t know, was the fact that his assasin had failed and Amelia had managed to get to the police. He also didn’t know that after Amelia left the police station she was headed back to the warehouse one last time. If he had known this rather major detail, he would never have sent Spenser out to check on Cai, and left himself with just Arlais for protection. But he didn’t know, and so the cards were still dealt in Amelia’s favor.

 

When she arrived at the warehouse, she came in and immediately walked over to James’ desk, ignoring Arlais altogether. She pulled her knife and held him at knife point. A shaft of light that came from one of the narrow windows, hit the knife and held it in a fist of pure, blinding light. 

James was so shocked by her sudden appearance, that at first he could do nothing but look on in awe. When he had recovered his wits, he said to Arlais, “Quick! While her back is turned. Stick a knife in the monster’s ribs.” 

“Who? The only monster I see here is you.”

With a flash of that cold steel, James’ blood poured from his throat and out onto the desk. He gurgled a few times, and then was still.

“You should leave now Arlais. The police are coming and I know you don’t want to be found.”

Without another word, Amelia left the warehouse.


 
When Spenser found Cai, he was sitting with his bact against the brick wall that was next to a dumpster. He had his crowbar in his hands.

“Did you manage to kill her?”

“I couldn’t do it. When she walked by on the way to the police station, she looked so happy and peaceful. I couldn’t bring myself to destroy that beautiful look on her face with a crowbar. She looked so much more alive than I had ever seen her, and I couldn’t take that life from her. Also, on the first night of work, I promised her that I wouldn't kill her. She's been through enough, the least I can do is to keep that promise.”

“You know what this means. You failed. James is going to kill you because you're useless to him now. You let personal feelings get in the way of business.”

“I know. I’d rather have you do it than anyone else, but before you do, let me tell you something: Amelia always let her feelings get in the way of business, but she found something that you never will. Something that I only found out today. It's time I understood. I don't mind dying anymore.”

“I became what I am today because I don’t let feelings in. You’re my best friend, and I do love you, but I’m afraid I have to kill you now.”

“I knew you’d say that. I’d rather it be you than anyone else. I love you too.”

Cai didn’t stand up, he just sat there as Spenser lifted his bat. Spenser felt a wrenching in his chest as he looked down at that black haired head. Just knowing what was about to happen made him remember with perfect clarity, all the moments that he and his lover had shared. 

But business is business. 

And the bat swung down with all the grace of a ballet dancer. It hit that dark haired head with a crushing noise and Spenser knew that his beautiful friend had felt no pain and died instantly. 

That’s more than he could say for Amelia; her end would be unpleasant. Someone had to pay for the death of Cai. Spenser swore it by the blood mixed with tears that now soaked into the cold ground.

But like everyone else in this twisted drama, Spenser lacked one important detail. He had no idea that James was dead and that Cai would have lived, had Spenser put his feelings first, but it was a lesson that he would never learn.


 
Shortly after the death of Cai, Amelia arrived at the house where she knew that Jack would be. It was small, with gray siding and dirty windows. The paint on the weather-faded door was cracked and peeling, while the flowerbed was overgrown with weeds and the lawn was a strange yellow-brown color that reminded her of stale bread. This was the place, so she knocked on the door and pulled out her already blood stained knife.

The door opened. 

Amelia let out a vicious snarl as she slashed madly with her knife. Face, throat, chest, it didn’t matter where she cut him so long as he bled. Rage coursed through her body with every strike as she slashed, hacked and stabbed. Finally the body fell and was still. Amelia sat down on the steps and pulled out a hankerchief to wipe her gore-covered hands. 

Her work was complete and she had no regrets.

She left the body there and began walking to nowhere. She had no particular destination in mind, because she would know the right place when she got there. About ten minutes after leaving the house, she turned down an alley that she knew was a dead end. All that was left now was to wait.

 
By the time Spenser had caught up with Amelia, the sun had set. He saw her turn into an alley and followed her there. 

The alley was a dead end. Where could she have gone? Spenser caught sight of movement to his left and noticed someone leaning against the brick wall. It was her. 

“I suppose you’ve come to kill me, well it’s a bit late for that now. I’ve been dead for a while now.”

Spenser was startled. This wasn’t the reaction he had been expecting. There were no cries for mercy or forgivness, just a cold and lazy smile. Amelia stepped into the partial light offered by the street lamp above. The light of the lamp and her face were reflected back at Spenser in the many puddles in the alley. The effect was beautiful and surreal.

For the first time in his life, Spenser was truly frightened.

“I suggest you get on with it. We don’t have all night and I’m losing patience.”

He needed no second bidding, he swung the bat.

Amelia’s world exploded into extreme and unending pain as she felt her kneecaps shatter. She collapsed onto the ground. She felt the cold, wet concrete against her cheek. 

The bat swung again.

She felt her ribs snap and puncture her lungs. Her breath came in short ragged gasps as she struggled to breathe, her lungs filling with blood.

The bat swung again.

Her shoulder was mashed into its socket with a sickening crunch.

The world was fading fast and Amelia could feel the darkness rushing to her. She saw the bat soaring downward to meet her skull. At any moment she knew she would be no more, a whisper in the wind. Her last thought before the blackness hit her was:

“I have no regrets.”

The End

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