Revenge On Shady Lane

Her face was ghostly white. Hair as lucious and gold as corn silk. I had a strong desire to be with her... to LOVE her, but, I couldn't find it within myself to speak to her. She appeared so fragile, and I felt that if I made a single mistake, that the error in it's entirety would destroy such a fragile being.1

Every day, at exactly 6:45, she would pass my cubicle on her way to retrieve a cup of coffee. She chose to do this at this select time because it was just before our insurance clients would begin to consult us about their problems. After getting her cup of coffee, she would slowly, with such a beautiful gait, walk just past my cubicle. On occasion she would stop, backtrack, and smile at me, asking a work related question. On one rare occasion, she stopped to have a conversation not involving our work.2

First, she backtracked, her cup of coffee in hand, and then her bright, glowing green eyes locked on my own dull, dark brown. There seemed to be a different aura around her then usual, and I looked up at her.3

"Leon, can we talk?"4

"Of course." 5

I had been simply dying for this opportunity, and the fact that she had given it to me was a monument in our soley business relationship.6

"Of course." I pulled the chair on the other end of my desk out for her, turning it to face me in my spinning office chair. She sat in the chair gently, crossing her smooth, perfect legs mere inches from my own. I tried to hide my anxiety, looking at her intently.7

"Leon, I have been having problems with Greg, as you probably know."8

I nodded. Greg was our boss. A hell of man, broad shoulders, short, muscular neck... His physical appearance was very nice, and contrasted harshly with his bitter personality.I knew that he treated her with a lot of disrespect, because he was extremely sexist. There were only two women working in the building, and the other was Greg's wife.9

"I just can't take it anymore." she said, sighing softly. "It's gotten to the point where I can't just ignore it. Just yesterday, he demoted me, and put me in a smaller cubicle for someone with no expierience. And when I mentioned that perhaps the new worker would work better in a smaller space, he blew up! Called me about every name under the sun."10

I nodded again. Greg had been toeing the line for some time, mistreating such beautiful women as she. I looked at her to see if she would continue, but she did not.11

"Well, if you quit, I do wish you the best of luck in your job searching." I didn't know what I was saying. I had no idea what her name even was, or what kind of person she was, but I did not want her to leave.12

She nodded, her eyes locking on mine for a brief second. That second lasted a lifetime to me, and froze my heart solid. She seemed angry that I was telling her to be happy with her decision.13

She stood gracefully, straightening out her skirt and pantyhose before turning to leave.14

"Wait!" I called and took her arm in my hand, turning her to face me.15

"What might such a beautiful being as yourself be called?"16

"Iris." she replied quickly, then left my cubicle.17

I soon found out that she had cleaned her cubicle out before she had come to speak to me. She was gone and I couldn't help it. 18

I went home that night with an anger built towards Greg. He had mistreated the wrong girl. No one messed with my girl. As I laid to rest my weary head, I conjured up a foolproof plan. I was going to get Greg back for what he had done to me, and the possibilty of a relationship with Iris. I went to bed with a violently satisfying image of Greg's dead face before me. 19

The next working when I woke up, I smiled to myself. The biggest smile I had ever smiled. I went on my way to work as I usually did, and sat in my cubicle those grueling 11 hours. I waited until Greg was out of the building then decided now was the time.20

I got out of my cubicle and hurried, just barely seeing where Greg was headed. I soon caught up with him, doing my best to look nonconspicuous as I followed him to his home on Shady Lane. I drove past his house three times, four times, just waiting for the opportune moment. On the fifth time, my gut told me now was the time. I parked a little ways down the street where I knew the house was deserted, then snuck to Greg's home, watching vigilantly from the bushes.21

I saw him come from the garage, and watched him there for a short time until he was underneath his vehicle inside the garage. I snuck in, silent as the grave, and took the liberty of closing the garage door, which got his attention on me. Then, I drew the pistol I had hidden in the folds of my coat, aiming at him. His eyes widened, pupils dilated, old, plae face distorted in fear as he held his hands up over his heart to try and protect it. My face grimaced at the thought of the consequences and I thought to recoil, but, I pressed myself foreward and pulled the trigger. The shot rang out, and made my ears ring wildily. That was for Iris, I thought, and a malicious smile crossed my face.
"That was for Iris."