Sorry I haven't been on very often peeps! I've been kinda busy.

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It was about 2:30 AM when Steve's alarm went off. His eyes opened slowly. He was still on his couch and the TV was on the main menu of the movie he watched last night. He looked outside; it was still dark. Puzzled, he went into his room to check the alarm. It was set to 2:30. He groaned and turned it off. He thought, I didn't set it to 2:30. I don't think Garnet would have either. Maybe it was.... He thought about it. He shook his head and plopped onto the couch; closing his eyes. His pillow felt weird. He opened his eyes. Steve's head was on the terrorist's lap. He gasped and fell off the couch. She laughed at him. This time she was wearing a tight, black shirt and dark skinny jeans. He was annoyed, "Why won't you leave me alone?" She stood up and looked down at him. She was unusually tall. The girl said, "I want you to do something for me." He ground his teeth and hissed, "I'll never help you." Steve kicked her ankles which caused her to fall to the floor. She had a mocking hurt expression on her face, then she smiled evilly. "Why won't you take my advice?" He answered, "Because you're....you're," he was searching for the right word, "you're heinous!" She poked his chest and grinned, saying, "If you hate me so much, why haven't you tried to kill me or turn me in yet? Hmm?" He blinked and stuttered. She chuckled to herself and laid on her side on the couch. Steve stood up and shoved her off the couch. "Doesn't mean you can make yourself comfortable on my couch!" He walked over to the kitchen, grabbed some dishes and rinsed them in the sink. She noiselessly creeped over to him. Her cold hand slowly ran up his back. Shivers went up and down Steve's spine. She hissed in his ear, "If you ever wonder what I wanted you to see....look in the red dumpster." He whispered, "I'm not that curious." The girl laughed softly in his ear and silently left. Steve looked around and saw her no more. Good riddance. He continued washing the dishes.
Hours later; it was time to go to work. He got his bag and started out the door. He stopped, I should check how I look today. Steve darted to the bathroom and observed his face. He definitely looked better. The rings were gone, but he needed to fix his hair. He had some whiskers on his chin, but he quickly got rid of those. He brushed his hair; then flat-ironed it. As he got out the gel, his hair hung over his eyes. He blew it to the side. The cold gel made his hand tingle as he spiked his hair like he usually did. His usual hair style consisted of chunky spikes in the back of the top of his head. Then little spikes here and there; while some of the loose hair hung on the sides of his head and his forehead. He looked himself over again and nodded. He strolled out the door.
Steve opened the door to the apartment building and breathed in the morning air. He passed an alley and glanced inside. There were some trash bags, rats, and dumpsters. He gasped when he saw the red dumpster. He stared at it for a few minutes, then walked over to it. When he had told the terrorist that he wasn't curious....he lied. He battled in his mind whether to look inside or not, No, no, no, Steven! Ignore it. That's right. Just walk away and forget about it. He groaned. Then he lifted the heavy lid. A horrid stench emanated from the dumpster; like a corpse. He pulled a bag away and gasped frightfully as he revealed the body of the police officer that had helped him the day the terrorist got away. The smell worsened. Steve turned his face away and gagged. He closed the dumpster and retched in a nearby garbage can. He weakly walked to the steps of a building and sat down. He rubbed his face and moaned. The police officer's face flashed in his mind over and over again. He grabbed his cell phone and dialed 911. When a woman answered he weakly said, "My name is Steve Hudson. I just found a dead body in a dumpster in an alley by my apartment. I suggest that you send the police right away." He hung up.
The red and blue flashes of police cars filled the street. An officer was questioning him about what happened. "So how did you find him?" Steve answered impatiently, "I opened the dumpster and there he was." The officer frowned, "But why were you looking in there?" "I just was," he was annoyed at all the questions. Steve groaned and said, "The terrorist has been coming to my house." The officers eyes widened, "What? Why haven't you told us? You could have called us!" "I knew she would get away....she always finds a way," he said. Steve sat up and whispered, "Maybe, instead of trying to arrest her, we can let her come and go as she pleases. Then maybe I can get some information or trap her or something." The policeman looked suspicious, "Would you be able to do that?" He nodded. The officer stood up and walked over to a group of other officers. Steve played with his fingers while he waited. Suddenly, a bright flash came out of nowhere. Steve looked and saw Garnet with a digital camera. She laughed hysterically, "I got you! Look at the picture!" On the screen was a picture of himself with a surprised look on his face. He forced a smile. Her face became serious, "What's going on?" Steve sighed and said, "I found a dead body in that dumpster." He pointed to the red dumpster that investigators had turned over and were examining. She sat next to him, "I'm sorry. Was it someone you knew?" His stomach grumbled, "It was the officer that helped me the day the terrorist got away." Garnet sighed and patted his back. His stomach grumbled loudly again. She looked at him and said, "Are you hungry? I can get something for you." "There's some Spanish Rice is the fridge. You could heat a bowl in the microwave," he answered. She nodded and walked up the steps to the door. He grabbed her hand and looked up with soft eyes, "Thank you." Garnet smiled and said sarcastically, "Anything for you, Steve." Her footsteps faded. The officer came walking over to him with something behind him. Steve asked, "Well?" The policeman pulled out a wire from behind him and said, "Have you ever worn a wire?"
Steve was sitting on his couch impatiently. The police had put a wire on him....which he didn't like. "She's not coming tonight. I know she has been, but it's getting late," said Steve. The policeman answered, "You should still wait. Didn't you say she comes when you least expect it?" He grumbled, "Yeah, but I still think she'll notice that I'm wired. And she's not going to agree to meet somewhere other than here." The officer sounded frustrated, "Oh, well! We can still take a whack at it. Stop bickering and obey the orders, Hudson!" Steve folded his arms. He heard a cat meow. He quickly stood up. Suddenly, he heard the doors to his balcony slam open and gusts of wind. He ran into his room to find the terrorist. Her eyes seemed redder than before, which were thickly outlined with black eyeliner. He gasped, "Uh....hi." She smirked, "Well, this is probably the first time I've had a proper greeting." He chuckled nervously. She stared at him, then started to look around. The officer whispered, "You're freaking out. Just act like you normally would or you're gonna blow it." The girl looked in strange places. Such as the kitchen sink, the balcony, his couch, behind his TV, and in the corners of the ceiling. Steve started sweating; nervous that she might discover the extremely small cameras that the police planted all over the house. Then she stopped and walked over to Steve as if she was going to walk through him. He backed up as she kept coming. Eventually, he ran into the wall in his living room. She stopped. The terrorist lifted her hand and wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Are you hot? I would be if I were wearing that shirt," she paused, "Why don't you take it off?" He loosened his necktie and said, "I think I'll keep it on. I...uh...don't want to get a sunburn." She held back a laugh, but managed to remain serious and said, "Fine. I'll turn on the air conditioning." When she was out of sight the policeman said, "That was pathetic. 'I don't want to get a sunburn.'" Steve frowned when he heard other officers laughing at him in the background. Outside, in a black van, the officers were watching screens from the cameras and listening to Steve. One of the officers spotted the girl with the control panel for the AC. She was acting unusual, so the policeman said, "Steve, I have a bad feeling about this, I suggest you get out quick." He whispered, "How? I can't just leave with her here!" The officer said, "You'll think of something." Steve heard her footsteps. He took out his phone and pretended to be looking at a text. The girl came in and sat on the couch; she was staring at him the whole time. He closed his phone and said, "Something just came up. I have to go." She looked at him suspiciously. He walked towards the hallway. The terrorist got up and ran in front of him and asked, "Why? What was it?" Steve tried to get past, but she put both her hands on both the walls. He glared at her. She smiled mischievously. Steve grabbed her wrist saying, "I will get past you." "You will try." Without notice, she pulled her arm back and punched him in the chest. He fell backwards; dumb-founded. He had never known a man who keep hit that hard of a punch; let alone a woman. Steve groaned, "I think your cover is blown." She knelt down to the floor next to Steve and pulled his head up by his necktie. "Why the rush? You're not leaving anytime soon." Steve grunted and grabbed her arm. Before she could react he tossed her onto the couch. But she quickly got up and dug into her pocket. He was horrified to see a knife in her hand. The girl jumped off the couch and plunged the knife into his arm. Steve screamed with pain and clutched his arm. The girl smiled evilly and said, "How does that feel Steve? That's how you've made me feel!" He stared at her; puzzled, "What did I ever do to you?" Her eyes darkened and glared at him. "You don't remember?" She slowly pulled the knife out of his arm. He grunted and kicked her knee. It buckled and she fell to the floor. He grabbed the hand with the knife and tried to pry it open. They both struggled with each other, until the policemen came and shouted, "Steve! Are you alright?" The girl's eyes widened with horror as the policemen took out their cuffs and guns. She dropped the knife and scrambled to her feet. Steve tried to grab her, but she ran into his room. Suddenly, everyone heard glass shattering. Steve gasped and ran into his room. The girl had run right through the balcony doors; the glass shards were red. He ran out to the balcony and looked out onto the street. The girl was lying in the alley with shattered glass all around her. Her clothes were torn and blood-stained. Steve stared, She's dead. I never thought that could happen. Is she really dead?
One of the policemen shouted, "Someone go out there and get her! Hurry, before she gets away!" Steve was still watching her in shock. The officer came over to him and patted his back really hard, "Why the long face? You should be happy! She's not going to bother you anymore!" Steve grunted and grabbed his arm; his blood had stained most of his sleeve by now. The policeman exclaimed, "Oh! Sorry, I didn't realize you were hurt." He walked Steve over to his bed. He sat there while the policeman was getting a first-aid kit. Steve looked over to a group of officers over by the wall with the AC controls. He couldn't make it all out, but he heard, "...doesn't look damaged....she was acting suspicious....strange....what did she do?" The policeman came back with a kit and started to cut his sleeve. As the policeman took care of his arm, Steve suddenly heard beeping. All the policemen stopped talking and listened. One of the officers ran into the room and yelled, "It's the carbon monoxide alarm!" For a moment everyone stood in silence, only to be broken by the scrambling of feet and shouting. Steve forgot about his arm and headed for the door. It took a minute, but everyone got out of the building. Some of the policemen ran in to check if everyone was out. The officer went to his computer and looked up the effects of carbon monoxide. "Steve, you better listen to this: It says Carbon monoxide is a significantly toxic gas with poisoning being the most common type of fatal poisoning in many countries. Symptoms of mild poisoning include headaches, vertigo, and flu-like effects; larger exposures can lead to significant toxicity of the central nervous system, heart and even death. Carbon monoxide can also have severe effects on the fetus of a pregnant woman. It can also cause hallucinations, listlessness, depression, dementia, and emotional disturbances." Steve gasped, and said, "Do you think she was trying to kill me?" He chuckled and asked, "Isn't that what she's always tried to do?" Steve frowned, "Not exactly. She had the chance to the night before she got away, but she didn't." The policemen came, coughing, out of the building with a couple of people who were unaware of what was going on. They all seemed okay until a few of the people and officers collapsed. Within minutes the ambulances came and picked up those who were poisoned by the gas and brought them to the hospital.
Steve looked around for Garnet, but couldn't find her. He asked some of the policemen if they had seen her; most them either poked fun at him because his description of Garnet sounded alot like the terrorist, or said they hadn't. He was starting to get worried about where she was. He grabbed his cell phone and speed dialed her number. She answered weakly, "Hello? Is that you Steve?" He said, "Yeah, where are you?" She started to panic and hyperventilate, "I think I'm in my room. Steve....help me! There are these people here that are trying to hurt me! I don't know what they want!" It sounded like the phone dropped and he heard her scream. He was horrified. Steve hung up and looked at the building. He thought, She's in there! I have to go get her out of there before it's too late! The officer came over to him and said, "Let me take care of your arm now." Steve tugged away and said, "I'll be back." He ran over to the building and opened the doors. He heard the policeman shout, "Steve are you crazy? Get back here!" He ignored his words and ran down the stairs. He noticed that the air didn't look bad; it looked normal; it smelled normal. His head began to ache. There was trash all over the stairs. He saw a towel on the floor and grabbed it. Steve tore it in half and tied it around his nose and mouth; it would buy him some time. He came to 5B and opened the door. Garnet's screams filled the room. "Garnet!" he shouted. He looked all around and finally found her in the kitchen. "Oh, God." She was crawling on the floor like a sick dog. He ran over to her and turned her over. Her face looked as if she had seen a ghost and her eyes were red with tears streaming from them. She yelled, "Please leave me alone! I never did anything to you!" Steve coughed and untied the towel from his mouth. Garnet's pleas became muffled as he tied it around hers. She fainted, he picked her up, and headed for the door. As he went up the stairs he felt dizzy and sick to his stomach, but he concentrated on getting out. He finally reached the main door. Suddenly, the terrorist appeared out of nowhere. He gasped and coughed. Then she disappeared. Everywhere he looked her face was hidden in the shadows. Steve shook his head and ran outside. Another ambulance had come and all the officers and other people who heard what happened were crowded around the building. Medics came and set Garnet on a stretcher. Steve weakly walked down to the officer. The policeman threw a fit, "Why did you do that! You know you could have died?" His speech was slurred, "Garnet could have too." The last thing he saw was the officer's angry face before his world faded away into darkness.

hee hee to be continued...