The name of the bar was Maggie O’Brien’s. Sin had frequented this bar during her earlier years every time she visited her hometown of St. Louis Missouri, but it had been almost ten years since she had stepped foot in the bar or St. Louis for that matter. It was her favorite bar, at least for the time being it was, until the Xtreme Wrestling Federation made it’s way to a new State for another show.

Finding the right bar was tricky, bars catering to people like her were hard to find now a days, and the last thing she needed was the scornful or worse, pitying glances of people who misread who she really was. She could always go to the other end of the city, but the bars there were known to cater to local law enforcement which was attention she didn’t need as well. She could too easily imagine them whispering about her when they thought she wouldn’t be listening, even though the proof wasn’t there any cop that recognized Sin knew that she was responsible for Trisha Medinia and Sarah Saint James disappearance.

It had been two weeks since both women had went missing only Sin and her split personality, Michelle knew the truth of their where about’s. Every time Sin went back to that night in her head a smile formed across her face thinking about their burnt rotting corpses which were mistaken for local drifters by the local detectives assigned to the case. Sin didn’t really stress it either way, the police after finding out the truth about Sarah Saint James and how she had covered up her brothers responsibility in the death of Sin’s family nearly a decade and a half ago had already given up on trying to figure out what had happened to her.

Rumors spread around that they thought she had fled the country in order to escape her punishment, but what they didn’t know was that she had already met the punishment she deserved, the blade twisting in her guy played over and over again in Sin’s head almost making her have an orgasm as she sat in the steel bar stool at Maggie O’Brien’s.

Now the police only seemed focused on Trisha Medinia, and the only reason they were still looking into her disappearance was because of the money her father kept providing them with, she even expected him to pay someone off to plant evidence showing that Sin was involved in some way shape or sort, but she was far to clever for them and knew that for the second time in her life she had gotten away with the perfect crime.

Then there was always the West side of town where the gay and lesbian bars were, but Sin wasn’t in the mood for companionship and knew just how clingy and annoying someone of their sexuality was. She was only looking for a good fuck, an outlet to escape everything around her even if the man or woman could only last for ten to fifteen minutes that’s all she really needed.

But after careful consideration Maggie O’Brien’s would have to do. She was surprised as to how much it had changed, once a colorful and flashy place to go to was now her kind of spot. Dim lighting helped to hide the cigarette burns on the bar counter tops and scuffed tiled flooring. A bright neon sign advertised the cheapest beer they stocked. A pool table and dart board had offered potential amusement. She looked around and noticed that there were no blue collar customers, lawyers or people with money to flaunt any where to be seen. This was a place for serious drinkers who just wanted to get plastered as quickly and inexpensively as possible. The smoky atmosphere smelled of stale cigarettes and a jukebox sat neglected in one corner, and out of order sign cheaply taped to its unlit exterior. Spilled drinks and old peanuts littered the floor that was as disgusting as Sin’s hotel room floor. The place was a joke to the outside world, but the booze were cheap and nobody inside cared who she was as long as she put money on the table after every drink.

She remained at the bar wearing a dark black T-Shirt with a skull design on the front, her hair up in pigtails and a pair of black jeans covered in holes accompanied by a pair of skull printed suspenders which hung off of her hips and to the top of her knee high black boots. An empty bottle of vodka sat on the counter in front of her, next to an over flowing ash tray. She had a shot glass in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Smoking in public places was illegal everywhere else in the city, but nobody in the bar seemed to worry about that.

Seated to her right was Michelle or so she thought, she had still not realized that Michelle was just a figment of her imagination, one she had conjured up as a child to help her deal with stressful situations that she herself would never have been able to deal with. She thought they had been friends since they were children and always relied on her to help her through the worst. It was sad really that a figment of her imagination was her only and best friend.

SINCERE LEE WILD: “Michelle do you want a drink?”

Sin asked pointing at her shot glass of empty vodka she had just drank and set down in front of her. The bar tender wiping out one of the glasses with a dirty old rag looked at Sin confused, but then just figured she had way to much to drink, after all he had seen it a million times after someone had one to many.

MICHELLE: “No, I have to make sure you get back to the hotel in one piece Sin.”

Sin shrugged her shoulders and looked to her left, a drunk white guy was going on about insanity that had passed for current events lately to one of his friends.

DRUNK MAN: “Listen,”

The man said to his friend or anyone who would listen. A cheap leather jacket from the late eighties proclaimed his allegiance to the fallen era.

DRUNK MAN: “I was born and raised in this city, I‘ve seen it all, plagues, sickness, death, earthquakes tornadoes….”

The man continued to rant in incoherent rambling as Sin let out a quick laugh knowing that St. Louis had never had any kind of plagues or earthquakes or half of the nonsense he was going on and on about happen before. The man paused in the middle of his conversation and looked over at Sin momentarily and then turned his attention back to his friend and continued. The bar tender trying to keep the peace approached Sin.

BARTENDER: “How about another drink there sweetheart, maybe a margarita or a wine cooler.”

Sin reached over the counter and grabbed the bar tender by the front of his shirt and pulled him in to her so that they were face to face.

SIN: “First off bar keep, I‘m not yours or anyone else‘s sweetheart….Second do I look like I drink margaritas or fucking wine coolers smartass?”

The bartender tried to break away from Sin’s grip, but was surprised at how strong she was. He shook his head.

BARTENDER: “Sorry….m….my mistake, let me get you a shot of vodka on the house.”

The bartender was sharp on his feet and his bribe of a free drink had worked. Sin let her grip loose and the bartender stood up adjusting his shirt. His pride was apparently hurt you could see it on his face, but he wanted no trouble in his bar especially with Sin.

Sin turned her attention back to the rambling drunk, everything he said irritated her. Every where she went she ran into people like him, thinking they were the town wiseman and that they knew everything, but what irritated her more was that people actually listened to his garbage as it spewed out of his mouth like vomit. By the time he had finished his incoherent ramblings about how the City was collapsing and how he thought that Armageddon was coming Sin had already down at least six to seven more shots of vodka. She picked up her empty shot glass and waved it in the bartenders direction. The bartender looked at her and hesitated.

BARTENDER: “You might want to slow down there miss.”

SINCERE LEE WILD: “Ya, I guess I could or your fat ass could pour faster.”

The drunk man next to her laughed at her comment.

DRUNK MAN: “That there‘s a good one, I like a woman who can handle her liquor.”

He clinked his glass against hers. Sin rolled her eyes, was this imbred who had never had a full mouth of teeth in his entire life seriously making an attempt to hit on her. Sin looked back to her right at Michelle who was rolling her eyes and laughing, then back over to the drunk man who had scooted in closer to her. Sin’s head snapped back trying to escape his body odor, he had apparently found better things to do that day besides shower. He smiled one of his remaining teeth were stained yellow and black as it hung over his bottom lip.

DRUNK MAN: “So what‘s a Purdy lady like you doing around these here parts?”

SINCERE LEE WILD: “Look guy, I‘m just here to enjoy the booze, so I suggest you back off before you make me do something I will regret.”

The man looked back at his friends with his one tooth hillbilly smile and then back at Sin and without warning like a lion pounced grabbing Sin’s shoulders and pressing her up against the bar. Sin was impressed with his strength, but remembered he had that hills have eyes strength coursing through his veins. The man lifted on of his hands behind him, his equally friend handing him a knife he had pulled out of his boot and he returned it holding it close to Sin’s throat.

DRUNK MAN: “What‘s the matter Purdy, you think your too damn good for me or something?”

Sin didn’t answer, but instead looked over at Michelle who remained calm in her bar stool and shrugged her shoulders.

MICHELLE: “You do what you gotta do girl, don’t take any shit from these fucking redneck hillbillies.”

DRUNK MAN: “Dag nabbit you better answer me Purdy before I take away them there good looks you think I‘m not good enough fer.”

Sin smiled as she quickly lifted her hand up grabbing the man by the wrist and twisting his arm and forcefully maneuvering his to where they exchanged places, now the man against the bar with the large knife to his throat. A super kick to the drunk mans friend standing behind her knocked him out cold before he even hit the ground, his unconscious body snoring like a new born baby beneath her feet.

Sin looked at the knife pressed up against his neck, a small speck of blood slowly ran down it as the bartender neared closer to the telephone just a few feet away.

SINCERE LEE WILD: “Unless you want to go home with a body part missing there chief I wouldn‘t do that if I were you.”

Sin said looking up at him with a very serious look and an even more serious tone in her voice. The bartender through his hands up and stayed clear of Sin as she turned her attention back towards the man.

SINCERE LEE WILD: “I will have to say for being border line fucking you sure do have a great choice in knifes. Don‘t you just love everything about them, I mean most women love how a diamond earring, or a diamond wedding ring shines, but not me…”

Sin paused looking at her gorgeous reflection in the knifes blade.

’Damn I look good‘

She thought to herself before continuing.

SINCERE LEE WILD: “No not me though, I love how the jagged blade of a knife shines. But do you know what I love more about a knife than that?”

Sin asked looking on that man expecting a response. The man shrugged his shoulders as he shivered in fear.

DRUNK MAN: “Jesus Christ lady, just let me go, I didn‘t mean nothing by it I sware.”

Sin ignored his plea to be released.

SINCERE LEE WILD: “I love the way it sounds when it slices across someone‘s juggler and across their throat and larynx, the gurgling of them choking on their own blood being the last sound you hear. Or even more than that, I love the way it feels when it goes deep inside of their stomach and with every twist and turn you can feel their intestines wrapping around the blade as it slices through them..”

DRUNK MAN: “Oh dear jesus please help me, I‘ll do anything.”

Sin smiled even bigger the knife still pressed against the mans throat.

SINCERE LEE WILD: “Jesus…”

Sin laughed hysterically as she lifted the blade to her head and twirled her hair with it, but kept enough pressure with her forearm against the mans throat to keep him immobilized.

SINCERE LEE WILD: “No honey, I‘m sorry Jesus isn‘t going to be able to help you with me. Hell you kind of remind me of the three people I‘m about to face in the ring on Saturday…..doesn‘t he….doesn‘t he remind you of them Michelle.”

The man looked over at the empty bar stool that Sin saw Michelle sitting in as she watched enjoying the show.

DRUNK MAN: “Oh my god Hank she‘s one of them there crazies, you gotta help me.”

The bartender who was apparently named Hank remained frozen and silent in the corner, his own life meant more than the town drunks.

SINCERE LEE WILD: “You see…..?

Sin said inquisitively as she paused waiting for him to give her his name.

DRUNK MAN: “Cl….Cletus…my names Cletus.”

Sin rolled her eyes.

SINCERE LEE WILD: “Cletus? Why am I not fucking surprised.”

Michelle laughed.

SINCERE LEE WILD: “See Cletus, like you my opponents think they know me, they think they can out smart me in that ring, they think they can play these little fucking mind games, but what they don‘t understand is that I‘m better than them, it plain and simple. Hell they are too afraid to even show their faces here in St. Louis before our match on Saturday, not one of them have even cut a promo, or even shown that they are even here for the match. But honestly you can‘t blame them, what chance do they have in the ring with someone far more superior than them.”

The drunk man looked up at Sin realizing that he possibly had a way out of this uncomfortable situation he had found himself in.

DRUNK MAN: “They don‘t?”

Sin smiled his answer pleasing her as she slammed the knife into the bar counter next to his ear and released the pressure against his throat.

SINCERE LEE WILD: “You‘re right Cletus, they don‘t…..they don‘t stand a chance against someone of my stature, and if they do step up to the challenge it is going to be something they will regret for the rest of their miserable lives.”

DRUNK MAN: “God damn this bitch is off her rocker!”

The drunk man said running out of the bar leaving his still unconscious friend to fend for himself. But Sin had no interest in the man laying on the floor in front of her, instead her eyes gazed in Michelle’s direction.

MICHELLE: “You should have cut his fucking throat for disrespecting you like that Sin.”

SINCERE LEE WILD: “You‘re right Michelle I should have, but we don‘t want to draw attention to ourselves in a public place like this do we?”

Sin said nodding her head agreeing with Michelle to a certain degree. Hank the bartender still remained in shock pressed up against the wall of liquor behind him.

MICHELLE: “Well it‘s not so public now is it Sin? I mean look around it‘s just Hank the bartender and Cletus‘s ignorant friend left in here, I mean someone should pay shouldn‘t they?”

Again Sin nodded her head agreeing as her familiar trademarked sinister smile formed across her face.

SINCERE LEE WILD: “You‘re right Michelle…..your always right.”



LATER THAT NIGHT:

The dark room smelled of stale cigarettes, cheap tequila, vomit and sex, the only light flickered from a fire and and the firetrucks across the street at Maggie O‘Brien‘s bar. The lighting had hit the bed perfectly showing the wrinkled sheets and comforter which were littered with explicit and graphic pictures of murders, decapitations, and dismembering of body parts. Sin watched with pleasure as the bars roof came crashing down, the onlookers gasping in fear as they screamed.

ONLOOKER: “Oh my god I hope no one was in there!”

One of the pedestrians yelled from below as the flames from the fire intensified.

Sin smiled even bigger knowing the answer to that question. Hank the establishments bartender, and Cletus’s even more ignorant friend were in there, but they hadn’t suffered from the fire, no Sin had made sure they suffered more before she even lit the building on fire. Thanks to the knife that Cletus had so foolishly left behind she knew that he would be their first witness, and luckily he was already intoxicated so whatever story he spouted to the police about a beautiful woman over powering him and being the real culprit in the murders and fire would have sounded like nothing more than pure nonsense.

Really, is it possible? Did she actually do it for a third time? There was no doubt that once again she had pulled off the perfect crime. It was almost second nature to her, so much in fact that it was like she didn’t even have to try anymore to cover up her tracks.

She thought about Hank the bartender who was just trying to do his job that night. Did he have a wife? Maybe kids even? He may have, but it didn’t matter, they should be thankful that Sin had disposed of him from the world, he was just another weak human incapable of standing up or even protecting himself, which was sad since Sin only weight about a buck twenty. There was no room in the world for such weak individuals. Other prime examples would be her opponents at the upcoming Saturday Night Shove It, four way battle royal match.

It was obvious that Sophia Sanchez, Danny Devia and Damien “Anarchy” Dupree were weak individuals as well. Not only were they weak, but cowardly as well. Since the announcement of their match by Xtreme Wrestling Federation General Manager, Shane they hadn’t even shown their faces in St. Louis or the Scottrade Center either.

Sin’s mind wandered….Shane . Now there was a man who knew how to have a good time. It was no secret that before she was committed to Sunny Daze Mental Institute that the two had a very disturbing and odd relationship with one another. As Sin recalled a few meetings between her and Shane involved ball gags, whips, chains and even her own blood.

But she digressed.

So where were her three opponents? She fantasized about them being in the bar with Hank and Cletus’s friend whose name wasn’t important to her in the slightest. It would have been easier just to kill them and let their bodies burn, it would have saved them the embarrassment from what she had in store for the Saturday Night, if they even decided to show up. If they did make it to the show, they would be wishing they had been in the bar as she lit it on fire, it would have been far less painful for them.

MICHELLE: “I can‘t believe you kept these after all these years Sin.”

Michelle said as she sat on the bed looking at the gruesome pictures. Sin lit a cigarette the flickering flame from the lighter revealed her half naked body as she continued staring out of the window wearing nothing but a T-Shirt and a pair of C. Gilson panties that probably cost more than Maggie O’Brien’s bar itself.



The sound of the vibrator laying next to the bed humming against the wooden table echoed throughout the hotel room.

The Hustler magazines that Sin had found at her neighbors, Calvin Gibson after he was taken away for murder, kidnapping and rape weren’t the only treasures that she had found that day outside by the curb. She was excited about finding the magazines, but was even more surprised when she flipped them open, inside pictures of each of his victims were used almost like bookmarks marking his favorite articles in each magazine. She told no one about the pictures and they had remained a secret only between her and Michelle.

Most people were freaks behind closed doors. They watched pornography that they were embarrassed to share with anyone else except maybe their spouse who they had been married to for several years. Others were into being exhibitionist, they loved to get off by doing certain sexual acts in public, maybe pleasing each other orally in a movie theater, or sneaking under a table during dinner at a classy restaurant. Some loved pain, this was more up Sin’s alley, but the everyday run of the mill pornography didn’t do it for her anymore. Instead she would break out the pictures left behind by Calvin Gibson and use those to help her reach climax, some people would think that wasn’t normal and it wasn’t, but to her it was.

Sin often wondered why Calvin Gibson or any other serial killer had left calling cards, or kept trophies of each one of their kills, it was almost if they wanted to get caught. Sin on the other hand like to keep things simple and clean, and prided herself in not keeping trophies, the last thing she wanted to do was rot in jail next to the amateurs who thought they were greats. Sin wanted to be the best and she knew that she was inside and outside of the ring. Saturday night was her chance to prove that to everyone, and no one would be able to stop her.