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[samantha marie mackenna]

Sam was becoming surrounded by paparazzi while she was out for a walk in the beautiful warmer weather. She felt her nerves begin to get increasingly worse and all she wanted to do was get away. So she ran.

Her life had become increasingly stressful ever since she and Ryan broke up for the public. People were constantly asking her how she was feeling, if this would make her become gay, and maybe she was just meant to be alone for the rest of her life. This had been the first time Sam had attempted to go outside in a while.

She ran down the streets of the city, trying to get away from the horrible men that seemed to follow her everywhere, no matter how hard she tried. "Why does this always happen??" she thought to herself as she ran down the sidewalk. She was running so fast from the paparazzi that when she turned into an alley to hide, she actually fell on the ground and ended up getting a huge cut down her knee and lower leg. It was pretty obvious her fall would cause her to need stitches. "Shit!" she said pretty loudly, pulling herself behind a pile of boxes in the small alley to try to hide herself from the hoard of men coming to find her. She couldn't look at her leg, sitting there crying and wondering when her life would finally allow her to be normal for once.

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[garrald steven vickers]

Garrald was constantly researching others and learning about what motivated them. He had always been one to understand how people worked and could easily pick up on subtle tells that most any other person that didn't have a degree in Psychology would be unable to pick up on. Until recently, he had always put his gift toward personal benefits; knowing how to get out of trouble or how to easily learn about a hit that he'd been assigned to was always a good tool to use in his previous career field. Presently, he found that such skills were used to get closer to his other targets in his vendetta against the corrupt and pathetic in the city while he sought to cleanse the disease from the streets as a doctor would remove a tumor from a cancer patient.

Being a master of lockpicking, he'd managed to gain entry into the penthouse apartment of his next target. She was cute, and seemingly a wonderful person that helped others and focused most of her attention to humanitarian development projects; however, Garrald wasn't just another run-of-the-mill parasite that she pandered to and knew how she'd gained her fame and fortune through sleeping her way to the top. She hadn't earned anything and was using her power and wealth to secretly oppress those less-fortunate than herself making her yet another tumor in the cancer that had taken over the city of the rich and famous. In the apartment, he came to realize that her living environment was exceptionally clean and organized even to the most minute detail. While the untrained eye would have this to mean that she was also a clean, organized person, Garrald knew better. Her living environment told him that she was a disorganized wreck whose life was a total mess and, through her detailed tidiness of her apartment, she attempted to keep the one thing she could control organized and predictable.

He found himself scoffing at the sight and examined the area for another ten minutes before leaving out the front door, locking it behind him and heading down the stairs. For the sake of safety, he opened the door into the alleyway in an effort to keep his identity off the security cameras just as he had when he murdered Tommy. Once in the alley, he walked past the refuse, but stopped as he caught sight of something in the corner of his eye that just didn't belong in the supposed home of the less-fortunate. He tilted his head a bit at the sight of the blonde nearby, noting her tears and obvious reasons why, "Now, what's a pretty girl like you doing in a filthy alleyway like this?"

WORDS! 450
STATUS! Complete
WEARING! Click
TAGS! Samantha
NOTES! Hope ya don't mind me replying
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

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[samantha marie mackenna]

Sam looked up at the mysterious voice that had come from in front of her and immediately jumped from surprise. "Now, what's a pretty girl like you doing in a filthy alleyway like this?"[/color] She thought for a second to try to think of a good enough excuse for this guy. Dressed in all black, he made her nervous immediately but it wasn't obvious because of her crying from the obvious pain coming from her injury on her leg. "I was running down the street and I fell. This was the only spot to lean myself against the wall unfortunately." She pulled out her phone. "I was actually about to call my friend to come get me. We got separated briefly so he should be here soon." She didn't want this guy to think she was alone. She was sure Damien had to be around here somewhere since he managed to follow her around everywhere, no matter how hard she tried to evade him.

Looking at the guy in front of her, she immediately got the vibe that he couldn't be trusted. She had grown quite good at reading people and could see in his eyes that something was up. She stood up using the wall and started walking out onto the street, not caring if the paparazzi caught up to her now. She was not going to be alone in that alley with that guy. "Have a good day!" she called over her shoulder as she got to the opening of the alley and looked around to see where the paparazzi had ended up.

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[garrald steven vickers]

There were times when knowing how the human mind worked was ridiculously easy and other times, it was much more difficult and required a trained eye; the present situation wasn't one of those and the young woman made it so obvious she was afraid of being in the dark alleyway with Garrald that it was practically written on her forehead. All things considered, she was smart to be afraid but not so much of the man in black before her but the street urchins that called the alley home and wouldn't think twice to attack an already injured girl, let alone one as popular as she was. It hadn't taken him long to recognize who she was once she'd looked at him through her teary eyes and streaked face. Some part of the killer felt a ping of sorrow for her given the situation she'd ended up in, but didn't last long due to not really being one to care for other people's trouble.

With a nod, he watched her walk down the alleyway and toward the street. Most other people would have just let her walk on, but he had to admit that she intruiged him so he followed. Garrald was never forward with those he intended to kill and so, unbeknownst to the young woman, she was safer with him than most anyone else in the immediate area. With a shake of his head, he managed to catch up to her and gently took her by the arm, "You need a doctor, not a friend that isn't here," he stated before turning toward her, "why would you be in that alley if you had someone nearby? Especially someone of your stature, but then again..." He paused noting the screaming group of people with their cameras rushing toward them, "Now I can see why. Must be hell on you."

He turned and looked down the street toward his car then to Sam, "Listen, you need stitches or you won't make it anywhere. Infection alone can kill you, not to mention blood loss. I will take you to the hospital - if you trust me, and you only really have two options: me... or the people that took Lady Gaga's song way too far." With a tilt to his head, he glanced at the people again, then back to her, "We don't have long."

WORDS! 393
STATUS! Complete
WEARING! Click
TAGS! Samantha
NOTES! N/A
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

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[samantha marie mackenna]

Sam was confused and truly did not know what to do. Should she trust this man dressed in all black or be overcome by the paparazzi trying to track her down? She jumped a little bit when he took a gentle hold on her arm and was a bit shocked that he was still persisting. "Damien is always around somewhere, watching out for me. He's always paranoid something like this is going to happen." Clearly, he wasn't paranoid enough this time because something bad did happen. He was going to kill her later when he found out about her injury and eventually had to tell Ryan. Ryan definitely wouldn't be pleased that she went out on her own but what could she do about that now?

She looked down the street at the hordes of paparazzi forming and grimaced. "You never really get used to it." Sam felt like she was constantly watching her back for people that were out to get her, whether it be for pictures, for her fame, or simply because of who she was. So many people wanted to hurt her and it was dumb to put herself in this situation, hurt and alone with a stranger. Sam contemplated what to do and had to make her decision quickly. Holding her breath for a few seconds and sighing, she looked up at the mysterious man and replied quietly, "Probably a good idea to get to the Emergency Room I guess..." She looked around the street, trying to keep tabs on where the group of paparazzi were, relative to their current location on the street. "Lead the way, mystery man." Sam knew her phone was already set to make emergency calls at any time but figured that wouldn't help her much if this mystery man was going to hurt her in some way. She could only hope that he would hold true to his word and help her get medical attention.

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[garrald steven vickers]

Garrald wanted to scoff at how this Damien character was always hanging around in a paranoid fashion. To him, the guy didn't seem any better than the crazy nuts with cameras and pens that had been chasing down celebrities for generations and only getting sued, punched, or shot for their efforts. Regardless, the guy wasn't in sight and if Sam didn't get to the hospital and get stitches, she was going to end up passing out from blood loss and possibly losing the leg due to infection which would be a terrible price to pay for not trusting him. Of course, he could understand her caution with his current attire and overall demeanor, but if she ever got to know him she'd not be so cautious. He shrugged in regards to the paparazzi, "Eh, press are assholes. And if they aren't press, they're still assholes." Following her acceptance to go with him to the emergency room, he nodded and motioned with his head toward the dark red lincoln parked nearby.After unlocking the doors, he held the door open for his wounded guest and waited for her to get in before getting in on his own side. The former hitman didn't give the paparazzi time to catch up before he'd slammed the car into gear and sped down the road heading for the hospital.

"You can relax, you know," he began as he glanced over at her with a soft smile, "if I was going to kill you, do you really think I'd be stupid enough to do it after my photo was snapped helping you into my car?" He looked forward at the road for a moment, then glanced over at the wounded starlet and shook his head with a soft chuckle at how true that statement was. If he'd wanted to kill her, he'd have done so in the alleyway but then he wouldn't have had time to prepare the body in his classic fashion and so it would have been pointless. He may have been a cold-blooded killer, but he was a smart one and not just some run-of-the-mill junkie killing for a quick fix. "I'm Garrald Vickers - I'm private security at the hottest nightclub in town. I've been keeping the wealthy and famous safe for nearly two years now so you're as safe with me as a baby in the womb. Granted, with recent political bullshit, you're safer actually."

"So, Miss Mackenna... what inspired someone as talented, attractive and wealthy as you to wander off on the mean streets of Los Angeles your own," he asked glancing back over to her, "They say that paparazzi is the price of fame which is why the idea of fame can see itself out of my head, I'd rather live as a normal human being." The dark headed man then focused back on the road and quickly added, "No offense."

WORDS! 469
STATUS! Complete
WEARING! Click
TAGS! Samantha
NOTES! N/A
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

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[samantha marie mackenna]

Sam let out a strangled laugh and couldn't resist replying, "Couldn't they just get a normal job? Instead of following me around?" She followed him over to his car and slid in the front seat gently, trying to cause herself the least amount of pain. Quickly buckling her seat belt, she held on to the door handle tightly as he sped away from where the paparazzi were catching up to them.

She let out a nervous giggle when he mentioned him killing her. Was it that obvious that those thoughts were going through her head? Sam didn't really feel like she was wrong in being cautious though; so many people were dangerous in this world. She had learned that from her parents when she was not even 6 years old. Ever since, constant vigilance was always the best option because you never knew what was coming around the corner to hurt you. "Sam Mackenna," she replied when he introduced himself finally. "But you already figured that out." His casual conversation was making her feel a bit more comfortable in this stressful situation, but Sam wasn't letting her guard down completely. She could feel that something was wrong with this guy. He reminded her too much of the guys that worked for her parents and did their dirty work.

She looked over at him and pondered what she was going to say. "I guess I was just trying to be normal. I just wanted to go on a run in peace and not have to deal with people following me." Sam stared out the window for a few seconds, thinking of what to say next. "I'm not as rich as you think. I donate most of it. Different charities and people need it more than I ever would." Sam had spent money to buy her cottage and kept enough for living expenses, but most of the money she made was always donated to some kind of charity, since most of her friends sponsored events for things like that. "I put up with all this crap so I can try to make a difference. It's a lot easier when people know your name to try to make changes instead of being some little girl with a petition or something."