Karma Tornado

Title: Karma Tornado
Main Characters: Hana and Min

This is a dark story about a young woman named Hana, who kills a man on a long trip, with which she set out to kill him. Her best friend and close companion, Min, doesn't know about his trip and only comes to find out why she left when she gets home.

This is a rough draft for a short story in my college fiction class.
Please keep your comments clean and useful.
But please remember this is a ROUGH DRAFT.

Thank you. Now let the story begin!!!

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Karma Tornado

         It was times like these that made me grin like a fool. The times where you think you’ll never get away and something horrible is going to happen. And then as if God were truly real, a miracle happens. Karma decides, hey why not, and saves your sorry ass from some huge mistake you made. Or it realizes that you’ve done a great deed to humanity and grants you survival.

         What do I need survival from? The government, more specifically the great American Police Force. Murder is dirty business, gotta go before the coppers get you! And the great ways of the world have given me five tornados in the glorious Kansas City. It was one of those horrible thunderstorms, where the rain is pouring from the sky and it makes driving damn near impossible. Lighting shoots to ground and looks like a hand before deafening cracks of thunder find their way through the windows of your car. The clouds are so dark that just before dusk looks like midnight, but you can still see the outlines of these looming clouds.

         Wouldn’t you know it, I made it out of this death trap just before five massive tornados ripped through that city like a knife through soft butter. Turning my dark blue Nissan Exterra SUV into the parking lot of a respectable looking Motel 6, turning the blaring radio off as the engine cuts off. As I moved toward the front office I couldn’t help but grin, it was pouring rain on the outskirts of Kansas City as well. It is to be hoped that those nasty vortex’s of death wouldn’t wander this way out of the city.

         Looking around the drab room the hotel key is dropped onto the peeling dresser by one of those old 60’s TVs. The bed was decent sized thankfully, it was a Queen but who knew what horrible deed was on those sheets. So, in a dramatic attempt to save myself from whatever vile matter may be there, I stripped the damned thing and chucked the sheets into a corner of the room. Even removing the pillow cases and the pillows themselves from the sight of the bed. Grabbing what smells like fresh towels and laying them out over the bed, covering it in the starchy goods of the hotel maid-service.

         This room could easily be something taken right out of the 60’s or 70’s, with its dark browns and wood paneling along the walls. Looking over the work I had accomplished with the bed I nod in satisfaction, beginning to peel the clothing from my body and hanging them to dry on the rod of the shower curtain. Washing machines were dangerous, I couldn’t be leaving any DNA behind.

         Quickly fastening my hair into a tight bun while admiring the slight curves of my body in the mirror. Brushing delicate and slim fingers along my taut stomach, circling my middle finger over the navel ring nestled there. A light shiver tingling down my spine, my tongue flicking out along my soft pink lips to wet them. Smoothing my palm down over that small stretch of flesh so that my fingers dare to touch where my womanhood begins.

         The sweet memory of Min Woo’s body over mine etches itself along the most vivid areas of my mind. His tan Korean skin gleaming with sweat under the candles and his muscles rippling with every thrust he gifts me. My fingernails clawing down those defined ridges, beads of blood and welts rising to the surface in the wake of my nails. A dip forming along my spine as my back arches from the mattress of his bed, thighs parting sweetly in pained ecstasy. Min’s hips nestling deeply into mine as it seemed we couldn’t get close enough to each other. Our bodies fit together as though they were puzzle pieces, sweat slicked skin sliding against each other. My petite form crying out in each shudder and tense jerk of muscles. Thighs drawn tight and gripped firmly by his strong hands, hair matted to our faces and necks. Our bodies going rigid together in the throws of release, his essence so willing to bury itself within my body in a rush of heat.

         Snapping from my daze, I pull my fingers from within my body. A blush given to the mess I had created and washing my hands with lavender soap to cleanse me of my own sinful activities. I hope no one had heard that echoed moan. I grab a left over towel from the cabinet to clean myself up before folding it neatly, setting it aside to take with me, no DNA left behind.

         The clock tells me it’s way past a decent hour to sleep, the beckoning to my body to rest on it. Obeying the urges I crawl onto the bed before laying myself along it and stretching out. A soft yawn slips free and I’ve found myself fast asleep before I could even set the alarm clock on the night stand.

         Loud banging rouses me from my sleep, “House keeping!” Another series of loud bangs and I can’t help but scream at the poor foreign woman. “SHUT UP! I’m still sleeping! Come back when I’m gone!” Growling under my breath I shove myself up from the once seemingly delicious comfort of bed. I hear her spit out obscenities in what sounds like Russian as she shuffles down the hallway.

         “Don’t they know that people are sleep at this ungodly hour?” There’s a pause in my step towards the bathroom as I notice the time. “Never mind.. It’s nearly 2 P.M..” I give a light laugh and meander my way into the shower room, a couple good yanks I get my clothing from the shower rod and pull them on again. The SUV waiting peacefully for me outside as I climb into it and start the engine, tossing my soiled towel in the passenger seat. “Here I come Min Woo.” The words left my lips in a sultry purr, oh the things I wanted to do to that man.

         The moment I saw Min I ran right into his arms, this exact time in space was what I had been dreaming of ever since I had started that trip three months ago. He’d been my best friend and companion for so long I didn’t know what I would do without him.

         “How was it, Hana? Did you have a fun trip?” Min’s voice was so gentle and prodding. The low tones brimming with curiosity.

         “Yes,.. It was fun, for a while. I.. I need to talk to you though, Min. I’ve done something terrible, yet I don’t feel I’ve done anything wrong.” A frown etched itself upon my features and I looked up into inquiring eyes.

         “I’m sure it wasn’t that bad..” He slipped an arm around my shoulders and led me into his home more. I could never quite call this our place, as it was his and I was only merely being allowed to live here. It was a decent sized apartment filled with what you would imagine a Korean dojo or palace to look like. It was gorgeous, stunning even, it held a mystical comfort to it. I always wondered how he afforded it all when we lived in Sacramento, California.

         The next few words that left my mouth I could barely get out, I felt like I was choking on them. But why? I had done nothing wrong! He got what he had deserved, karma just wasn’t moving along quick enough. “I...killed a man..” My eyes slowly found their gaze to the bamboo planked floor, bracing myself for the worst, but never expecting what I got.

         I saw Min’s shoulders grow tense and stiff, his mouth formed a thin pursed line, he seemed confused at first. The air felt thick, I couldn’t breathe easy at all, I could feel his critical gaze. He disapproved, he was getting angry, what was going on? Was it truly anger? Is that fear in my best friends eyes? I’m beginning to panic now, he can’t leave me. His hand shoots out for the phone and I hear the dial tone, staring at him with pleading eyes. He needs to understand! How do I make him understand that I had to do this? That this man needed to die. This man had done enough damage to me, but what about others? What had he done to countless other girls? I couldn’t let the bastard live! Why wont my mouth open? I need to tell Min! He needs to know! Please understand, I did it for me, for us.

         The forced voice I heard came from me, it was hoarse and afraid. “Please.. Min... I had to, you know I had to. You’d always talked about killing him, well I did it! I killed him! Please, look at me! Don’t call whoever it is you’re calling, help me! We can go.. somewhere. Please don’t do this to me, we’ve already done so much together. You’re all I have now besides my family!” I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, breaking free they trailed down my cheeks as if they were crystals.

         Dropping the phone I felt his arms encircle me and pull my body close to his. I clung to him as though he were my life line, my anchor of sanity. His arms enveloped me, the warm soapy scent of him mixed with his natural musky smell invaded my senses. I knew I was home, and I knew I was safe. The trembling that had started in my body was weakening to a mere tremor, the panic wearing away as my gaze lifted, deep blue eyes meeting dark hazel.

         “Did you dump the body?” This question was almost silly, but Min asked it. The concern in his voice evident. “Did you leave a trail? It’s going to be hard to get out of this country, but we can do it. We can’t go to my family home in Korea. They’ll find me when they look for you.” Gently sighing he held my shoulders, putting me at arms length and staring me in the eyes deeply. “We’ll go to Japan, start a new life.” He smiled proud at me for his brilliant idea. I could only laugh softly at his logic and reasoning, though it was all true. They would find out that Min Woo was my closest friend and that if we went anywhere, it’d likely be Korea.

         We didn’t have much money, I knew I’d be calling up my mother for some help. She wouldn’t mind though, always told me she’d back me up even if I killed someone. Well, mom, I killed someone, you’d be proud!