6th January 2010’ … Joanna woke up with a sharp pain in her head; not knowing where she was or how she got there, but Ryan was still next to her. Her eyes studied the room looking for the details of last night, that peculiar scent, not a scent…a stench of some sort… Stale breath. Her eyes traced the stark grey walls and settled on Ryan. She had found Ryan when she was 5 and they were crazily in love. Wait! Her head pounded…..That’s not Ryan! It’s Rian! (Ryan? Rian? What’s the difference?) She sighed. Things had changed too much anyway. Looking at the time, she jolted up, put on her clothes, picked up her bags and gun…and walked out the door. She’s a cop.
Hello detective Joanna! Ryan she purrs... How was last night? She looked at him nervously, “what?”. You know, your “date with the devil!” She got pissed off and blew his brains out and shot herself in the foot…she needed to know what it felt like. She landed hard on her desk chair and began to stress about her purple dress and how it was jinxed… the brain matter splattered all over her floor, just made it all better, she wiped her gun clean and slammed it down on the table. She suddenly felt an acute pain running up her leg. It had been her first time with a cold blooded murderer….god knows what methods he must have adopted…she was too fucking pissed anyway. She looked down at the piece of paper…19th December 2001, Ryan Pinkribbon was shot mysteriously last night, an excellent officer and a terrible husband, we remember him in good spirit. The funeral is to be held today at 8 pm all loved ones please do…But today was a new day! She thought... chucking it in the trash. And Joanna had the power. She was going to put an end to all this. She cocked her gun… The skies were darkening fast and the wind was blowing stronger by the minute, while bits of brain matter began flying off her floor, smashing against the window, somewhere far below in a dark labyrinth a form appeared out of the darkness, half human, half god knows what? God does know what…with a pink ribbon on is head he floated around…heading straight for Joanna…she was his wife….yes indeed she was,,…Joanna…Joanna Pinkribbon….child of the rain god she snickered . Thought dead, Mr. Pinkribbon had come back to claim what was rightfully his…Joanna, Joannha? Joanna Joannha…what’s the difference….had things changed too much now? Hell yeah they had changed…Pinkribbon was dead…thought …to …be….he was losing focus. He brought the Valentino she has always wanted and ran to her...in a floating way… Joanna saw him coming and cocked her guns…they were already cocked…aiming right at the window…but then she shot her hand…she had to know what it felt like before she killed him…knowing her late luck…she hit an important vein…. smiling to herself as she felt the cold icy blood run down her skin…she moved slowly to light her coconut candle, the suffocating smell helped her think better ….her dress….jinxed it was….was it? By now she was squirting blood kill bill style. As pinkribbon floated in…he received a blinding splash of warm blood on his face….Joanna’s blood…Joanna was all over him…you know…at last….he had her…in front of his eye…the one without the blood….it was cold. Awestruck and overwhelmed Pinkribbon lost his concentration and fell from outside the window …..with a crushing thud his body burst into smithereens….Joanna, by now, had died of severe blood loss….at last they were together…Joanna and Mr. Pinkribbon…Ryan Pinkribbon.
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