Warning - graphic prose ahead

Once upon a time, there was a blogger named Herge who wanted to make a blogger movie. He passed the torch to Tina, who passed it to Michelle, who passed it to me. Please click their links in order to get the backstory. I'm going to start it with an excerpt from Michelle's so you have some context. Her text is in blue.

They had even met and went on a few dates, always meeting at the venue in seperate cars, very public and not going anywhere else. She thought that she was being smart about it. He said all the right things and made her feel special. She was special all right, his special target. When she decided that she didn’t want to see him again, he got angry, angrier than what was called for. He was verbally abusive and he made threats to her safety, she was really scared. He soon found out where she lived and was “camping out” in front of her house. He would not leave her alone, not even after she filed a restraining order against him. He’d show up at her work and just “hang” out by the building or in the parking garage and leer at her or follow her to her car, always staying just 150 feet away, just as the restraining order stated that he had to. He’d go to the same church she went to and sit in the back and listen to her sing in the choir. He was everywhere Marissa was. She finally had to move to a different city where she started her life anew. When she first started reading Alice’s blog and saw a commenter with the same handle as James’, she didn’t think anything about it. “Surely, he wouldn’t be using the same name after all these years…” You would have thought that someone that psycho would have changed his on-line name. I guess he’s not as smart as he thinks he is... Marissa: “I really hope that this isn’t the same guy. Maybe I should warn Alice, she’s really vulnerable right now, a perfect target for James.”(fade to black)

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Alice stared dumbfounded at her computer screen. James was offering to help her? What was this all about? Absently chewing her thumbnail, Alice leaned back in her computer chair and mulled over James' offer. It's true that she and Dan were no longer functioning as a family unit. His constant sniping and emotional abuse had ground down her innocent softness into a hardened core of determination. She would take control of her life, and her first step would be to do so with the help of another man. That would show Dan who was the stupid cow. She could attract a man with her brains, no matter what Dan said. Resolutely, she sat up, straightened her spine, and typed:

"I'd love to hear more from you, especially how you managed to move out and move on. I so desperately need to do just that."

***

James sat slouched on his sofa, lovingly stroking a cloth over his long-barreled .44 magnum. Every so often, he'd moisten the cloth from the small bowl of warm oil he used for cleaning his firearms. The oil didn't have to be warm, but James liked to warm his lotion bottle before his nightly ritual, so it was fitting that the extra-long barrel of his handgun be treated the same. After all, he reasoned, each in its own way was powerful, invasive, and classified as weapons.

As the cloth in his hand glided slickly across the dark metal, James' thoughts drifted toward Alice. Would the dizzy bitch accept his offer? Would she prove worthy as Marissa had not? Oh, he'd fucked up with Marissa, had made mistakes. He'd been too eager, too obvious in his affections. She'd spooked and ran right back to her ex-boyfriend. Married the sonofabitch, too, and whelped a little copy of the asshole. Well, she was history. He was on to better things.

Finished with the cloth, James cocked his gun and leveled it at the opposite wall. Sighting down the gleaming barrel, he centered it on one of the many pictures of Alice he'd tacked up there.

*click*

The empty chamber echoed as the cylinder rotated. James cocked his wrist, simulating the massive recoil of the .44, then brought the tip of the weapon to his pursed lips, gently blowing across the rim of the barrel. The smoke drifted across his imagination, where he was already standing over Alice. With her, he'd have to be more careful than he was with Marissa. he'd go much slower and reel her in.

Rising from the sofa, James tenderly laid his gun in its custom, foam-lined metal case, reverently fastening down the clasps. He snagged a beer from the fridge and carried it into his study. After clicking on his computer, he laid the bottle's capped rim on the scarred edge of the desk and deftly popped it open with a blow from his palm. Bringing it to his lips, he guzzled the beer, draining half the bottle in one swig. He slouched in his chair and tapped the bottle against his temple while waiting for the ancient machine to dial up his connection to Alice. One-handed, he opened his fly and reached for the bottle of lotion, still sitting in the bottle warmer. As the interned opened, James settled into readiness.

Come on, Alice, he thought, don't be a pussy. James scrolled through his email and landed on Alice's reply. Result! James opened the email and read it through carefully. Even though she didn't want to meet, she was still interested in continuing communication. That worked into his plan. James closed his eyes and softly, rythmically murmered to himself "Yes, Alice. You've been brave. You've made a move. Good girl, Alice. We'll meet, and then I'll have you. I'll have you, you cunt. You dumb cunt. You're mine. All mine. Mine. MINE!"

Opening his eyes, James leaned down and plucked the crumpled tissues from the floor. He headed to the bathroom to wash. Catching a glimpse of his flushed face in the mirror, he smiled slowly and wiggled his nearly invisible eyebrows. His night was complete.

(fade to black)

I'm passing this one to Garfer, as it looks like he needs some inspiration.