"So go annoy THEM! Please!" She pleaded with the thing-guy. Nothing.
Sam came back from dinner hoping the Latvian would be gone, but instead he'd just changed positions. He was sitting on her bed now. "But you were the one who killed me. You pulled the trigger."
"You speak English now?"
He nodded.
"Well, why are you here?"
"You tell me."
"Oh, come on! Do you know about that note from Nick?"
"I know about everything, Samantha."
"So are you G-d or something?"
"Nope. Just the Latvian."
"Well why the fuck are you in my cell Mr. Latvian? And how do you know everything?"
At this point Sam decided to just let it drop. She was no doubt hallucinating, so why waste the time talking to herself?
That night, as she slept, Sam revisited every kill she had ever done. She didn't like that her brain had organized them into chronological order; seeing Nick's face right before waking up was the hardest part of the whole thing. The image haunted her in her waking hours, and it just wasn't fair that it had to penetrate her dreams as well.
114 days
A walk in the courtyard was never what she thought it would be. Especially now that the Latvian was following her everywhere. Even if he wasn't talking, which he had started doing again non-stop (in Latvian of course), just his presence was too much for her to handle. She'd never met one of her marks before. It wasn't very pleasant, being with someone you killed. The knowing...knowing that they were a ghost or whatever because of you, that knowing was just about enough to wish for your last meal right then.
113 days
Split pea soup. Samantha was pretty sure split pea soup would be a part of her meal. She'd
Sam came back from dinner hoping the Latvian would be gone, but instead he'd just changed positions. He was sitting on her bed now. "But you were the one who killed me. You pulled the trigger."
"You speak English now?"
He nodded.
"Well, why are you here?"
"You tell me."
"Oh, come on! Do you know about that note from Nick?"
"I know about everything, Samantha."
"So are you G-d or something?"
"Nope. Just the Latvian."
"Well why the fuck are you in my cell Mr. Latvian? And how do you know everything?"
At this point Sam decided to just let it drop. She was no doubt hallucinating, so why waste the time talking to herself?
That night, as she slept, Sam revisited every kill she had ever done. She didn't like that her brain had organized them into chronological order; seeing Nick's face right before waking up was the hardest part of the whole thing. The image haunted her in her waking hours, and it just wasn't fair that it had to penetrate her dreams as well.
114 days
A walk in the courtyard was never what she thought it would be. Especially now that the Latvian was following her everywhere. Even if he wasn't talking, which he had started doing again non-stop (in Latvian of course), just his presence was too much for her to handle. She'd never met one of her marks before. It wasn't very pleasant, being with someone you killed. The knowing...knowing that they were a ghost or whatever because of you, that knowing was just about enough to wish for your last meal right then.
113 days
Split pea soup. Samantha was pretty sure split pea soup would be a part of her meal. She'd
