Poisoned Paradigm

Fleming.....I have not been around much, nor able to view much, nor comment. But I have read each installment of each of your stories, and, well, we all know that each has his/her own preferences regarding fantasy, and 'the visual' always adds SO much for me. I download the same types of pictures you use for your characters and imagine a role for a woman or more than one woman.

So your style, and every story and every installment, are SO 'right up my alley' that I often feel like I am watching the movie. That's difficult to do when writing, to be as descriptive as that 'picture worth a thousand words'.

I'm with Ogre...I LOVE your style!!! Thanks so much for the multiple stories!

Sandi

Well thank you so much Sandi. I´m very happy to hear that you like my style and story's.
I agree that photos help very much. Famous actress's have always been a vital part of my fetish, they've fasinated and wowed me from as early as I can remember as devoted lover of cinema and television.
You say that you downloaded pictures and imagined roles for women, well I've been doing that in my head since I was 12 I think and in high school when I was bored, which was always LOL I used to write up these lists of actress's in the back of my notebook and sort of set up a little cast, who was who and who they would die and in what order and such and since I began writing these story's, I can make them come true.
But its also very important to me to have a good plot with well rounded characters as well.
The reason I tend to write in a way that makes you feel like watching a movie which I take as a great complement is that I see it as a movie and I have experiance writing screenplays and that's how my mind works so that style sticks with me.
Very glad to hear it struck a cord with you.

Thanks again and I hope you'll enjoy my work for a long time to come as I have no plans to stop writing them.
Fleming.

Final Chapter. Reflections at sundown.


The sun was setting as I ran out on the enormous terrace and the view over the city's skyline was magnificent.
There was no sign of Regina but I knew she had to be there somewhere, the only way of the terrace was the door I had just used.
Unless of course she had thrown herself over the railing and saved me the job...one can always hope.
I raised the Colt and walked carefully closer to the railing but no sign of her there either.
The only thing out of the ordinary were the multi-colored paper stripes tied alongside the railing with a thin wire that slithered along the banister like vine on a three, no doubt leftovers for Virginia's big birthday party, a lonely decoration forgotten in the sea of all these murders.
I felt my hatred for Regina growing and my hand gripped the Colt's handle harder, all I needed was for that bitch to show herself.
Careful what you wish for.
The next thing I knew, I heard the destinct sound of stiletto heels behind me followed by the hammer of a gun being pulled back.
The expencive french perfume told me what I already knew, Regina was behind me and she had managed to get the drop on me.
Only one word came to mind.

"Fuck."
I muttered under my breath.

"Drop the gun Mr Monroe?"
Despite it all, her english accent still had its effect on me.

I let the Colt drop on the terrace next to me and kicked it away before I turned to face her.
I had to admit that Regina...
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... looked amazing in her seductive little outfit as she walked out of the little dark corner near the door that she had taken cover in, with a wide grin on her lips, pointing a little .22 calibre pistol at me.
The cool breeze was blowing her thick brown hair up and more importantly, it blew her red blouse up so I could admire the black lace underwear much better.
I found myself wondering two things.
How could I have been so careless and just ran right past her without looking and secondly, where the hell did she hide all these weapons on herself.
One look at her get up left me with very few options.

Regina walked closer to me, far closer than she should have, it was clear that she was no pro.
I thought of the every possible move I could make.
Jumping her, too risky.
Kicking out at her gunhand, far too risky.
Distracting her with something so I could make a move, possible but with what.
I had my back up against the railing and if she were to shoot, I'd most likely be thrown over it and down onto the street twenty floors below.
What also concerned me was that one of the bolts that attached the railing to the banister was for some reason broken and one good shove should be enough for the railing go give in.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the wire that the colored paper stripes were tied to was attached at the railing with a small hook, one pull and it would come free.
My hand was within reach of it and I felt confident I had my diversion.
There was such a level of smuggness in the cunts face, I just needed to wipe it off.

"I bet you're feeling like a fool right about now, aren't you Mr Monroe?"
Regina gloated, her finger poised on the trigger of her pistol.

"You have no idea."
I replied dryly as my hand moved closer to the small hook.

"You had me. You had me right there at your mercy and you let me slip away. Me, the one who murdered the woman you loved. Must be really eating you upside."
Regina was having fun.

I controlled the urge to throw myself at her and instead I took hold of the hook and pulled on it to loosen it without her noticing it.

"Was it worth it?"
I asked calmly as I looked her in the eyes, hoping to pull her focus on my face and not what my hand was doing.

"Was what worth it?"
Regina asked puzzled, her guard lowerd a bit.

I pulled harder on the wire and I knew I had it loose, now all I had to do was to drag it far enough along to give me the length to throw it.

"Murdering your own sister, just so you could have more money?"
I asked as my eyes stared at hers.

"Oh yes."
She said pleased as the greed shone in her eyes.

The grin came back to her face and she relaxed more, even lowered the pistol a little bit and she held it lazily, she was overconfident and foolish.
The barrel wasn't even aimed at my chest anymore and I estimated that if she were to shoot, she'd at best get me in the arm or possibly the leg, I could live with either but she wouldn't.
The wire with the small hook on its end was loose and in my hand, she hadn't noticed.

"That's all I needed to hear."
I said coldly.

In one swift movement, I swung the wire at her from the left side and hurled myself sideways out of her line of fire.
Two things that I hadn't counted on happened in the spilt second that followed.
Even though I had taken her by complete surprise, her reaction and aim was better than I had thought and she got a shot off, hitting my in the right thigh as I dove out of the way.
It hurt.
The second thing was that the hook missed her face which I had been aiming for but instead the hooks weight pulled the wire around the back of her and by some miracules chance somehow wrapped around her neck and swung a few laps around her, firmly tightening the wire around her neck and finally the hook slammed in her face causing her to drop the pistol and she fell down to her knees clutching the deep cut in her cheek as she cursed and wailed in pain.
I let out a manly grunt as the pain in my leg rushed to my brain and I pressed my hand over the bullet wound.
It suckes to get shot and however many times it happens to you, its never something you get used to.
I looked up at Regina who was still on her knees and she grabbed the pistol back and turned it on me again, a look of fury in her eyes, I had really pissed her off.

"Nice try Mr Monroe but as you can see it was pointless."
She said as she staggered back to her feet, the pistol focused at my head.

"I wouldn't say that Regina."
I replied as I sat up.

"Why not?"
She asked curious.

"Well for starters I would have removed that wire from around my neck right away if I were you."
I said dryly.

As soon as the words left my lips, I kicked out with my good leg at the loose bolt on the railing as hard as I could and it snapped in two and that section of the railing came loose from the banister and swung out away from the terrace.
Regina's eyes widened in terror as she realized what was happening and her hand grabbed the wire a wrapped around her neck in an attempt to unwrap it but she had no time at all.
The railing swung out further pulling the wire along with it and Regina as well.
She was yanked like a fish on a hook to the banister and pulled over it but she managed to grab the edge of the banister, stopping herself from going all the way over.
There she was dangling over the edge of the banister half in on the terrace, half out in mid air, trapped between life and death and I wondered what would win over, her frantic grip on the banister or the weight of the railing as it pulled at her, tightning the wire around her neck.
Her other hand had dropped the pistol and pulled on the wire desperatly trying to unravel it before she lost the grip.
The delicate knee high sock clad feet kicked on the ground and her high heelss banged at the side of the banister.
With great difficulty, she turned her head as far back as she could and she gasped in fear as she saw busy traffic on the street twenty stories below.
I slowly got to my feet, limped over to her and casually leaned on the banister next to her looking down on the street.

"Long way down, isn't it?"
I remarked in a matter of fact manner.

She stared at me wide eyed and paniced.

"Monroe do something. Help me."
She pleaded desperatly.

"Why should I?"
I asked.

"I...I can make you rich, rich beyond your wildest dreams. You can have me too."
The desperation in her face and voice was clear. She'd do anything I asked at that point.

"I don't know, my dreams are pretty wild. I don't think you can help me."
I taunted her.

The railing moved a bit futher and the wire pulled her even further so she barely hung onto the banister with the tips of her fingers and she shriked in panic.

"MONROE. FUCKING HELP ME."
She demanded angerly.

"Okay let me give you a hand."
I said.

Relief washed over her face and she let out a desperate chuckle.
I reached out and instead of pulling her in I placed my finger on her shoulder and gently pushed her.
The look on Regina's face as she lost the grip on the banister and toppled backwards over the railing was of utter shock.
As she fell over it headfirst, her feet flew up in the air and brushed past me as she disappeared over the banister.
Her terrified scream echoed in the air as she fell.
The wire hanging from the loose railing tightened after she had fallen a few feet and her body twitched on the other end of it like a rag doll and her screames were silenced the second her neck snapped like a dry twig from the force of the wire tighting.
Gravity has no mercy for the wicked.

I leaned against the banister and watched as Regina's body twiched from the end of the wire as the death rattles rode through her.
Her hands danged limp by her side and her head was slumped to her right.
Both the heels slipped off of her delicate feet and fell through the air as her toes twiched a moment after her death.
Her once beautiful and bewitching were now lifeless and empty stared wide and hollow down on the street below, the lights from it reflected in them.
The tongue hung listlessly out of her gaping mouth, the sheer disbelieve of her death imprinted on her beautiful face.
The single button that had held her red blouse closed had fallen off in the excitment and there she dangled in the New York city skyline in all the glory of her black lace underwear as the breeze blew the blouse open.
The last twitches in her body stopped and she hung there by the neck, entierly still.
Regina was dead, she had payed the ultimate price for her evil deeds.

On the street twenty stories below her, an elderly woman was surprised to find a pair of Valentino pumps lying scattered on the sidewalk and she looked up and wondered where they had come from.
Her eye sight was not good enough to see the owner of the shoes strung up on a wire far above.
If she had, she would have felt guilty for swiping them up and stuffing them in her shoping bag.

As I watched the bitch swinging aimlessly from the end of the wire, I felt somewhat bittersweet.
The case was solved but I still felt like a failure, all these women dead that I couldn't save.
Nicole, Constance, Tricia, Janelle, Virginia, all so lovely, all so beautiful, all dead beacuse of one woman's greed.
What a horrible waist it was.
In the distance I heard the sirens of the police cars as they rushed to get here, late as always.
I knew that I had some unpleasant explaining to do for the police and that I could even wind up in in a jail cell for my actions but I doubted it but at that moment I didn't really care.
I looked up from Regina's dangling body and turned my gaze at the sunset.
I thought of how I had first met Virginia at this very spot and I felt a lump in my throat.
I had rarely seen a more beautiful sunset, the Hudson river was sparkling and the skyline of one of the worlds greatest city's really looked like a fairytale land at that moment but I couldn't enjoy it... not today.


THE END.


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