“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.” The words repeat themselves in rapid succession over and over again in Nathan’s head. So much so that Nathan loses complete focus on the situation at hand. As she pulls his jacket back over his shoulders the next five words she speaks don’t register with Nathan at all… that is, until he feels the sudden stabbing pain in his right side. “I have killed many men”, she had said. Her attack had been shrewd, indeed. After binding his arms with his own jacket she had plunged a long needle sharp hairpin deep into his side. He knew she had targeted the kidney, which she would have hit if it wasn’t for the fact Nathan’s right kidney had been removed as a result of a gunshot wound. His misfortune would become her ultimate mistake.
The pain brought him back to reality, and just in time. The second hairpin, this time aimed at Nathan’s left kidney, had just pierced the skin when he reached across and grabbed her wrist to stop the attack. With a powerful snap of his arm Nathan slings the young woman off the bed and she slams to the floor a few feet away from the fold-out bed. Nathan stands and rolls his shoulders forward to pull the jacket back up into place. Reaching to his right side he pulls the long needle sharp hairpin slowly out of the wound. Holding it up he eyes it; a trickle of blood runs down the length… his blood, as the young woman, clutching her shoulder which is obviously dislocated, slowly gets to her feet in front of him.
“You won’t kill me… I know you won’t”, voice cracking as she speaks, “you’re a God damn priest… you–won’t–kill–me”!
Nathan eyes her as he steps closer, “You’re correct” he says, “I will not be responsible for your death, tonight”… Nathan pauses before he speaks.
In obvious pain, tears welling up in her eyes, she still manages a slight, but relieved smile.
“The fall will kill you”, says Nathan. Even before the words had finished departing his lips Nathan lunged forward and clamped his powerful right hand around her throat with such force her feet left the floor. Continuing the same motion Nathan twists his body back toward the fold-out under the window, the woman’s feet whirling around slightly behind her body; Nathan takes one great step toward the window and hurls the prostitute forward like a human shot put. Her body first levels out and then folds over with arms and legs out-stretched as her back smashes through the window.
Whether from pure shock, or utter disbelief, the woman never manages to scream until just before her body crashes into the pavement.
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