Daimon, DANIELLE BOLGER [read my book .txt] 📗

He leaned back down and offered me my clothing once more.

I dressed as he watched me austerely.

“We should go,” Ryan advised, offering me my handbag. “This place is too exposed. If we stay any longer, we risk discovery. We don't want to have any association when the shark remains are discovered.”

I nodded solemnly. “Agreed.”

Ryan ran off in a swift blur, expecting me to follow, but before doing so, I gave just one last gaze to the sea. It too had turned black, but I knew that, with the rising sun, it would appear blue again. The ocean's glorious color was always just a reflection of the sky as if a glimpse into the Earth's spirit. Maybe one day other waters would find their color again, too. Maybe one day that ocean would forgive me; give me just a little color, a little smile. Maybe one day it would give me back its heart.

Reaching into the clutch, I pulled out a silver necklace. I fastened this around my neck where the dog tag, featuring an image of Catwoman, nestled over my chest. Suddenly life did not seem so bad; I was powerful, invincible, protected from police investigation, and from time to time I experienced the greatest satisfaction in any kind of existence. There was a balance to the world. I was a monster, but so long as I fed on the other monsters out there, I could go to sleep easy at night; glass half-full. I was a killer and I loved it.

I shot off the balls of my feet, and picking up a pace that created no more than a blur,

I embraced the darkness.

Publication Date: 01-01-2021

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