Song: Game of survival by Ruelle

A few days after meeting up with her in the bathroom, I am getting ready to do the clothes and the paper slips out of my pocket. I pick it up and look at the address. This is none of my business. I can't just go around New York protecting and saving people. All her words keep coming back to me how the guy is mean and how he is not only abusive to his wife but kids are involved. This is not the line of work I plan on doing because dance is what I enjoy doing.

I go to the studio and dance my heart out. However with each turn, each jump in the air I can't get her friend off of my mind. It's like something was calling me to help them out. I keep missing steps and turns. Davenport yells st me yet ag as in to straighten my back, kick higher, jump with grace and land softly. I keep messing up because all I think about it going over there to introduce myself to him.

After class, I go home and take a quick shower. I change into something comfortable, all black of course no need to wear something that is quickly noticed. I add layers of makeup and brush my hair back into a tight bun and then add a blonde wig to change my appearance altogether. I take a quick look in the mirror not even recognizing myself, damn I look freaking hot. I grab my keyes and then head out the door.

I keep looking down at the address that I put in the phone and within no time I am at the door. I park way down the street and walk up to their door. It's a typical suburban family home, nothing special about the place. The yard and the porch is covered with scattered toys. I walk up and just stand there for a few seconds. I can hear yelling inside. I knock and the place goes quite.

A few moments later the door opens and a man is standing there. He is twice my size and bulky. His hair is cut military style and is well shaven so I know he takes care of himself to an extent, however I can smell the beer coming off of him from only a few feet away. "Can I help you?" He barks but when he sees me his eyes quickly scan me up and down. I know if his wife wasn't home he would probably open the door and let me walk right on in to service him. 

"Sorry I heard a commotion."

He licks his bottom lip and then smirks, "You need to mind your own fucking business, this doesn't concern you." And he flashes his badge for good measure, knowing I will not call the police since he is the police. I have always hated cops like this that think they can do and get by with whatever they want.

"I'm sorry...I see you have it all under control."

He looks down and then back up before shutting the door in my face and I just stand there. I start to leave but then I hear him yelling again and something gets slammed against the wall hard enough to shatter. I hear her scream and I just can't ignore that. No woman deserves to be treated that way. And just because he is a cop doesn't give him the right to treat her that way. I knock again, this time harder. When he doesn't answer, I bang even harder.

Again the place goes quiet however this time I hear heavy footsteps storm to the door. This time it flings open and he is aiming his gun at me. "I thought I told you to mind your own fucking business!" He says this time a little annoyed with me but his eyes still look me over as if he wanting to take a bite out of me. 

I smile at him wickedly. I place my hands on the frame of the door and kick his hand holding the gun. The gun fires off and the sound radiates through my body as the bullet flies right past me nearly grazing my ear. I hear only a high pitched buzzing noise. The gun falls to the floor and I glance up and I see the look in his eyes. I charge at him in full force knocking him backwards into a side table. Everything shatters to the floor. He backhands me and I fall backwards landing hard on my backside.

I quickly jump back up and as soon as I get my balance he is reaching over for his gun. My hands go to his and we get into a struggle. The gun goes off again. He goes still and looks at me right in the eyes. "Why? Who the hell are you?"

"I'm just here to protect your family since you obviously can't do it."

He slowly looks over to his wife, who is now sitting with her back against the wall. Not one sound comes out of her mouth as the stare back at each other.

"She hired you to kill me...didn't she?" he smirks again. 

I don't say a word.

He coughs and blood trickles out of his mouth. "Well fuck...I never saw this coming." A few seconds later he goes still and the last breath hisses out.

She gets up and runs over to him banging on his chest for him to wake up. "No...No...you can't die on me...no." She glares at me. "What the hell did you do?"

"I thought you needed help."

"You are her aren't you? You helped Melody out of her situation. She told me about you. I thought you changed your mind."

"I did actually." I look down at his hard solid body. "So what do you want to do about this now?"

"What do you mean...I thought you would take care of everything?" She starts to panic.

"I can. I mean if you want me too. Or you could call the station tell them you had an intruder."

"Why would I want to do that?"

"It was just an option. Look I can get rid of his body for you. It takes a lot of time and you would have to file him missing. You won't be able to claim any money from the insurance until they have a body. Or I could dump him out so that he can be found in a few weeks. It will go under investigation and still take weeks to months before you can claim. Or call the station...tell them you two were watching TV, there was a knock at the door and it all happened so fast. You didn't see anything with all the commotion and let them investigate this. Claim the insurance and move on with your life."

"What about you? What about the surveillance cameras. They will be looking for you. They will ask and I'm not sure I can lie about what happened."

"Well if I go down you will as well and I'm sure you don't want to be behind bars when you could be taking care of your kids."

She stands up and starts pacing the floor. She is jabbering about everything so fast that I can't make out what she is saying. I stand up and stop her by placing both of my hands on her arms. "Will you just stop! I will take care of everything. Just tell me what you want to do?"

She sniffles, "I can't afford to take care of the kids with him gone. I haven't worked in years because he wouldn't let me. He was just always so controlling over my life and what we did."

"Well...if it was me I would call the station. Tell them what went down. You didn't see who it was and then describe some guy done it but you didn't get a good look at him."

"And how will they never know the truth?"

"The only way they will know is if you tell them." I walk over to the phone that is on the counter and I hand it to her. "Here...call them."

I leave in hopes that she will do the right thing. I know that there is no trace of me being there. I mean on the outside surveillance camera there will be me coming up to the door. But I am in disguise. I was completely dressed in black, with a black hoodie. I even have on gloves and a wig. I get down the road and hear the sirens screeching through the night. I know they are going to her road, to their house. She will tell them what she needs to tell them.

The next day it's all over the local new and the paper. Metro-cop slain in his residential home. It is all under investigation but they have no leads. His wife and kids were home at the time of entry but only he was fatally shot, no one else was harmed. They believe that is has to do with someone that he might had arrested in the past and was coming back for vengeance. 

I hope she is able to move on with her life. I know I will.