Detetective for the Dangerous

By Pessimistic Poet

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I own this story and all of the properties within it. I would like to thank DarkSorceress for inspiring me with her story, "Everybody Has Got a Story". Thank you, DarkSorceress. *smiles*

Warnings: Homosexual themes. Swear words.

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I sometimes wonder just what tipped me off about him. About Daniel. I'm not real sure exactly what it was... but something did. No matter. It all ended the same anyway. Me, locked away; him, not caring one way or another. Figures. I shouldn't be surprised it turned out this way. I never should be.

He's supposed to come to see me before they put me to death. ... I'm not sure if I want him to. It's a little humiliating to have a date, a time for you death already set. Takes out all of the mystery of it. And I think he knows that. In fact, I'm sure he does.

Please, God, don't let him show me pity. I don't want his pity. I just want him the way we were together before all of this happened. ... I'll take anything from him... just not pity. I'll fall apart if he pities me. I know I will.

... Damnit. I will not cry. I refuse to cry now. ... Why does my mind say one thing, and my body do another? I'm sitting here on the little bunk in this cell, waiting to be put to death, and I'm crying. ... Crying. Me.

He'll pity me when he gets here. It'll be nothing like it was when we were together. ... Not that there was ever any chance of that anyway. Not in a prison cell. ... God, I miss him though. I wish he were here now. But, strangely enough, I'm thankful he's not here now. I don't want him to see me this way. He doesn't need to see me this way. It's just .... Just... I miss him.

... I sound pitiful. Utterly and completely pitiful. Makes me glad I'm in here alone, with just myself to talk to. Makes me very glad I'm in here alone with just myself to talk to actually.

I hope he doesn't bring up what went on between us then. It doesn't matter now. It never did matter. He got what he wanted, and it makes no difference either way. I was going to die one way or another. Nothing really matters anymore. ... Sucks.

I never did get to go to the mountains. Where I wanted to go. I'd made plans yeah... still have the reservations actually... but I never did get to go. ... That sucks too. ... Damn. Why did things have to turn out this way? Why did things have to end up so screwed up, so backwards? ... I should have listened to Daniel to begin with rather than fighting him at every turn about everything.

Yeah.. Should have... Not that it matters any more.. Nothing matters anymore. Nothing.. Does it...?

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Prolouge. *smiles* The rest of the story, for the most part, is gonna be flashbacks.