Killer Guardian
Written by Nohbodee
Bear
Rivertown Warehouse District
The abandoned auto body shop next to the Historic Perry’s Manor was bought the same week Cecelia moved back into town. Bear didn’t have a plan. Every time he made one, she undid it all. And now she’d seen him…fucking a woman he’d met the night before.
He smiled a little.
The garage doors opened up to the side of the historic house and he spotted her cat in the window. He liked that cat. He stepped away a moment, leaning in toward the mini fridge under his tool chest. He pulled out a Pabst and took a deep swig. He’d spent the better part of the day trying to get a Ford truck to turn over and decided to call it. He needed to wait for a part, besides.
Tomorrow will be rough, he thought to himself. Jacoby was going to stop at nothing to kill Cecelia, and he wasn’t too happy that Bear spent his stolen money on booze, drugs, and now an auto body shop too close to his main target.
Bear sighed. He would deal with Jacoby when the time came, but for now… He went back to the garage doors. She was there, at the window, stroking her cat’s ears.
Cecelia’s amber eyes were looking up and at the moon. “Welcome home,” he said to the empty shop. Where else could she go, but back to the past? It’s where he would’ve gone. What he would’ve done.
He was hired by Jacoby three years before to find her and kill her. Though, at first, Bear didn’t really take Jacoby as the killing type. What Jacoby mostly talked about was a book he believed was given to Cecelia in her inheritance.
Bear didn’t doubt this. He had broken into her apartment in Boston many times and discovered she had inherited nearly a quarter of a billion dollars from the Perry’s when she was eighteen. Bear knew she thought it was mostly stolen, too. She had evidence to prove it.
The longer Jacoby took his time making up his mind on the woman’s fate; the more Bear realized Jacoby could be wrong. He had Bear hunting her all over the country, for nearly three years, without any other command than to watch her.
So, he watched her. Day and night. He was getting comfortable following her around. She was actually quite boring and predictable. He supposed, there was more than that, though.
Those intelligent eyes, for one. She was still searching the sky. He wondered what she was thinking, but then the thought was gone — when those amber eyes lit up his.
He froze and so did she. She was holding him there as if she was conjuring magic. She approached the window, smirked, and closed the blinds. Breaking the spell. He ignored the hardening in his groin and turned from the window.
For one brief moment, he dreamed of her; her body, her fingers, her lips — but then he pushed it away. He was killing people to keep her safe. In fact, millions will take her place, but Bear didn’t care.
It was too late for his soul, anyway.
He killed people for a living. And once, though he couldn’t say how long ago, he was a king. He sent nearly three hundred people to their graves himself — with his own hands.
It’s hard to stop once it starts, he thought, turning the lights off in his garage, to savage for a dove.
