We Always Do

“Greg?” Nadia said. Her heart, beating, bounding, breaking all over again.

The Iron Warthog looked over his shoulder. Turning to face Nadia. She had black hair now. Black like her soul. Her redheaded beautiful wife was gone, and a base slut remained.

Greg grunted, “Greg is dead. I am no longer weak…”

His voice was unmistakable. No way… Tears wetting her cheeks.

“Oh my god… Greg it’s you… How could you do all these things… Kill Alice… Why?!” she said.

“GREG IS DEAD!” The Iron Warthog grunted. He rummaged through his pockets. He pulled out a needle filled with anesthetic.

“Slut… You are coming with me…” He said with glee. The syringe glinting. He was going to drug her and bring her home. She is my pet!

Nadia stepped back. How could Greg call her a ‘slut’? He was not the man she married.

“I – I am not going anywhere with you,” she searched for the gun in her purse. It wasn’t there. She gave it to Xiao Mei. Shit!

Greg creeped forward. Nadia could run up the stairs. But something stopped her. She loved this man once.

“I know you are in there… Greg… Baby… You don’t have to be like this…” she said.

Baby?! Greg quaked. She still loved him… After everything he had done.

“I– I… They made me do it… No! I am not weak!” he snorted.

“You were never weak… You are my teddy bear… My darling husband… We promised to be each other's biggest supporters…” Nadia smiled weakly.

“Supporter? I’m sorry… I don’t know what to do… I’m so confused…” He lowered the needle.

“Come back with me… We will figure something out…” She said, “We always do…”

“Come back with you?” he said.

She reached out her hand. Reaching into Greg’s soul. Pulling him from the dark.

"I'm sorry about Alice..." He said.

He took her hand. Soft. Gentle. The hand he held safe for more than 5 years. Nadia…

Nadia kicked him in the balls. He fell onto his front. Dropping the needle. He reached out. Nadia crushed the vial with her boot. Yellow liquid and glass.

“You killed Alice… You monster!” She shouted. She kicked him in the gut. He doubled over onto his back like rolling in the mud. A fucking pig! She knelt by his side and beat him. Punching down clumsy blows all over his chest.

“I hate you! I hate you! Die! Die! You fucker!” She cried. My little champion. She was killing him.