It was Thanksgiving day and it seemed like just another day in the week for Mary. She had no friends or family to be with so she did her usual crimes and drug runs. While on the corner of a street selling drugs, a man and his wife walk up to her. They seemed like a pretty ordinary couple. She minded her own business until the man spoke to her.

Listen, I usually do not do this, but me and my wife saw you standing here for a while. We thought maybe you didn’t have anyone to be with on this wonderful day. Were cooking some food and in the spirit of the holiday’s I would like to invite you over.

After what happened with the last man she stayed with, the whole murder and all, the idea of possibly having to do it again was not something Mary wanted to do.

Well you are very generous, but I will be fine on my own thank you very much.

Mary turned her head and started to walk away. But the man yelled for her.

I wont take no for an answer missy. Please, come have dinner with us.

The man obviously was not going to drop this. Mary decided what the hell, not too much can happen at dinner. She agreed to dinner and the three of them headed off to the couple’s house. They lived in a middle-class house, with not that much to show. Some American dream these people were living. Walking up to the steps she heard tires squealing. She turned her head and heard a loud bang. Blackness followed.

Mary awoke in a hospital bed. She had no idea how she had gotten there or what had happened. She yelled for a doctor as loud as she could. One came in looking very unhappy. Guess he didn’t want to be here on Thanksgiving.

Doctor, please for the love of God tell me what the hell happened.

The doctor looked at her chart and then at her.

Well my dear it seems you were a victim of a shooting. Seems here you were hit in the back and then again in the head. Lucky for you the bullets hit nothing vital except a couple ribs. You are a very lucky girl. You should thank God you are alive.

Mary couldn’t believe it. A shooting? And she almost died? That was just as crazy as being shot in the head and living. She was in a great amount of pain. She could barely move.

Doctor? What happened to the other people that were involved in the shooting?

The doctor looked at her with a grim face.

Im sorry to inform you, but they did not live. They were both shot through the head as well, but they weren’t as lucky as you were.

Fuck, Mary thought. Those were innocent people that she had no business being around. Damn, who could have done that to her and those people?

Mam, you will be here a couple more days so that we can make sure you heal up just fine. Is there anyone you would like me to contact?

Mary paused before she answered him.

No. No sir I have no family or friends.

The doctor gave her a nod and left the room. Mary had a million thoughts racing in her head. Who were the hitmen? What if they knew she lived and came to the hospital to finish the job? She would be a helpless woman. Even worse, the law would be there to question here and she knew that would not be good. She had to do something. Seeing her clothes on the chair next to her, Mary jumped up and ripped off the IV in her. She dressed herself and walked out of the hospital quietly. Running down the street she knew she had to go in hiding.

It was crazy. The whole shooting. Shot in the head and back, but she lived. It was truly a day to be thankful. Another thought that crossed her mind, but was something she was not about to think about was the fact that everyone she every came across had been killed because of her and her lifestyle. The man that let her in his house, she stabbed him to death. And now this couple was dead. Mary couldn’t get close to anyone. She didn’t know how to handle the shooting. She had no gun to fight back with, and couldn’t talk to anyone about it. Mary knew she had dug a hole she might not be able to get out of.

Moydadir eerily walks into the hospital room, a small smile on his heavily-scarred face, and a gauze around his right arm, of which his suitsleeve was rolled up on, "Good morning, ma'am. You may or may not remember me.

Mary had seen this man before. What he wanted with her, she did not know.

Morning. You were there at that apartment building I was leaving one day. I do remember you very well. Is there something I can help you with?

Moydadir shrugs, "Well, I was also the one whom helped you to the hospital, not meaning to brag. And I certainly remember you, aswell from the apartment building."

Mary knew all to well that in this business, your murderers came with smiles. But she continued to talk to the man. Cautiously.

Well thank you very much. I guess I could say you saved my life. So why have you been following me?

Moydadir shrugs, "Well, when you knife a fellow in a apartment, you get some attention, of course, and I was the only guy around."

Mary had not been quiet enough with that man in the apartment. Shit.

Well you know things have to happen some ways that arent ever good. So, what can I do to make sure the cops dont have to hear about that incident?

Moydadir shakes his head, "Nothing, I'm no snitch, girl, that man never got knifed before, he screamed like a Suka!" Moydadir laughs, his thick eastern european accent was more noticable when he said 'Suka'.

Sir? May I ask what a Suka is?

Moydadir raises a brow, "A Snitch, of sorts, Snitches have more high-pitched screams than normal people, it may sound crazy, but if you've ever killed a snitch before, then kill a normal gangster, you'd notice the difference in their screams, if they are able to let one out, of course. It's original meaning meant 'bitch', of course meaning a female dog, and also, coincidentally in this country, the insultive term for a woman.."

well well arent we just the intellectual?

Mary laughed.

Im just busting your balls guy. Dont pay no mind.

Moydadir shrugs, "Fair enough, I was going to come in here with my sawed off shotgun, to fool you into thinking I was going to 'finish the job', but I, by the good of my heart, and the fact that I'm already on probation for what I did at a restaruant the other night, didn't do so." Moydadir laughs.

"Fast and easy..." DeathKnight mumbled, "Pfft. Bullshit."  A policeman had come and interrupted a cash transaction, a quick blow to the head helped the man subdue DeathKnight, still a rookie, didn't know the difference between his foot and his ass. Being caught this far into your career isn't good, you start and you immediately fail... "I can't live with that..." DeathKnight mumbled.

The officer started to recite his rights, in the middle of this rehearsed rant DeathKnight started a planned attack, a quick elbow to the stomach, ands still cuffed a double uppercut as he falls to the ground, a kick to the knee and the last blow to his head. It was over in seconds, not a sound, a winded man has trouble screaming. DeathKnight rifled for the keys and ran into the hospital and hid in a storage room across from a few emergency rooms. "Top notch security aye?" DeathKnight says to himself as he struggles with the keys, with no other choice he heads into a hospital room and a lady and a man are in mid conversation. "Excuse me but could you help me out here, err he he..." DeathKnight says with an awkward laugh playing innocent.

Moydadir raises a brow at the fellow who ran into the hospital, because he and mary are in the alley.

Anoxia stands in the place Mary once stood.

"RIP, you will be missed around these parts"