Karma Tornado (FInalized)

AN: This is my work. Original.



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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 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. Lightning shoots to the 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 SUV into the parking lot of a respectable looking Motel 6, the radio cutting off with the engine. As had 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 was 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 was dropped onto the peeling dresser by one of those old 60’s TVs. The bed was a decent size 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 and looks 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, very retro. 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, had no money for a washer or dryer. Not that I cared enough to waste four dollars to wash and dry my clothing. I was going home the next day! I didn't want to waste anything.

         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, letting my middle finger slip down further as a rush of heat spread through my thighs and into my stomach.

         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 the lavender bar of soap, to cleanse me of my own joyful, yet delectably sinful activities. I hope no one had heard that echoed moan. I grabbed a left over towel from the cabinet to clean myself up before folding it neatly, setting it aside to take with me. Right, like I wanted the hotel service to see the remnants of my naughty little deeds in the night? I didn't like the idea of my sexual deviances to be displayed for others I didn't know, embarrassing to say the least.

         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, woman! Come back when I’m gone!” Growling under my breath I force myself up from the once seemingly delicious comfort of bed. I hear her spit out obscenities in what sounds like Russian as she shuffles back down the hallway to harass some poor couple in their room.

         “Don’t they know that people are sleep at this ungodly hour?” There’s a pause in my step towards the bathroom as I noticed the time. “Never mind.. It’s nearly 2 P.M..” I gave a light laugh and meandered 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. But, there was so much I had to explain first, man this was going to be rough.

         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 a month ago. The three days it took to drive home, was agonizing really. He’d been my best friend and companion for so long I didn’t know what I would do without him. Just to feel him again was like a dream come true, as though I thought I'd never see him again, how foolish. Sometimes I could be such a dreamy eyed romantic.

         “How was it, Hana? Did you have a fun trip?” Min’s voice was so gentle and prodding. The low tones brimming with curiosity as he let his gaze roam over me, drinking the sight of me.

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

         “I’m sure it wasn’t that bad..” He slipped an arm around my shoulders and led me deeper into his home. 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 felt like a princess in here, he'd even had a traditional hanbok made for me to walk around in for lounging clothes. I always wondered how he afforded it all when we lived in Sacramento, not a cheap place.

         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. Even the police department said that it would never stop until I was dead. What kind of cop says that? But, every city department told me that. I had gotten my concealed carry weapons permit, I had a gun then, I'd protect myself. I had gone through all the training and I had put a restraining order on that man for over the last year. All the abuse, the verbal beatings and the physical. I had loved him so much, he had been my soulmate. I had thought he was so cute with his possessiveness and protectiveness over me. But, he'd started to show up at my college classes, at my breaks. He was always there, always checking up on me. Pulling me away from groups of friends, taking me home and beating me for flirting with everyone.

         I had gotten so beaten down, so relentlessly shoved into this submissive mold of a human. I'd become his doll that he polished and cherished. It had been Min and my family who had rescued me, who had called the cops. We all had moved around so much to get away from him. And yet he could still find me, still call me, send me those perverted letters, invitations to see him. Some things just had to be done by yourself, I couldn't take it anymore.

         I had to tell Min about this, I couldn't hide this from him. “I...killed him, Min...” My eyes slowly found their gaze to the bamboo planked floor, bracing myself for the worst, but never expecting what I got, and in turn being happily surprised in the end.

         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? The bastard needed to die. He 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 him! He needs to know! Please understand, I did it for me, for us. There are times for desperation and that was it for me! That had been my time of need, I had been at my wits end. No restraining made me feel safe anymore. I had to take care of it myself, and I did. So, why now, couldn't he understand my duty and closure in doing it? Why was the betrayal now?

         I had done so much for Min, why was he turning on me now? I had helped him out bigger messes than this. Like the girl who killed herself in his backyard because he wouldn't date her, back in high school. Or when he had stolen jewelry from a neighbors place during a dinner party, to pawn off, because we needed money for food. I had helped him cover up disasters and screw ups, he'd helped me before. Why was it so different now? Mine was, basically, all in defense. That ex of mine had started it all, I felt cornered, like I couldn't breathe anymore.

         The forced voice I heard came from me, it was shaky and full of fear, I couldn't even recognize myself. “Please.. Min... I had to, you know I had to. We’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 been through so much together. You’re all I have!” I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, breaking free they trailed down my cheeks as if they were crystals. I couldn't believe the thought or idea of his betrayal would kill me so much inside. I felt destroyed, why Min, why.

         Dropping the phone I felt Min's arms encircle me, pulling 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 fragrance of him mixed with his natural musky scent 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, panic wearing away as my gaze drifted to the floor and then to the phone. The numbers staring me in the face were that of my mothers house phone. A tender smile graced my features, how could I have ever doubted him, he would always be here for me.

         “Did you dump the body at least?” The 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 here, out of the country, but we can do it. We can’t go to my family in South Korea. They’ll find me when they look for you.” Gently sighing he held my shoulders, putting me at arms length and staring deeply into my eyes. “We’ll go to Japan, start fresh there.” He proudly smiled at me. 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 where his family was, if they found me.

         Huffing some of my bangs from my face I moved to sit down on the couch, murmuring quietly to him. “Those tornado's probably wiped out any evidence of foul play. Cause, I left just before they hit. At most his body will be ticketed as mangled by natural disaster, unless someone claims that there's something not right about his death. But, that's a lot of bodies and a lot of money. Shouldn't be a problem.” I glanced up at him. “But for safe measures, let's get the fuck out of here.”

         Min nodded and chuckled at my words, sitting down next to me. “Hana.. I need to know why it took you so long. Were.. you with him? Did anything happen? Why a whole month?” His brow knit and a look of jealous concern surfaced on his face.

         “I needed to talk to him, to get closure, to finish this. I needed to the courage to talk to him again, I even took my gun. I needed to get off this rollercoaster of insanity that he started. I couldn't take my family and us being threatened and abused anymore. Little did I know, he knew I had been there the whole time..” I laughed and leaned back head back against the couch. “So, I went to see him, tried to straighten things out. He looked at me so smug, thinking I'd come back to him. Saying he couldn't live without me. He had the nerve to say he loved me, saying he'd break my limbs so I couldn't leave again. I threw the lamp by his couch at his head. I knew it'd been a mistake then, he'd wanted this from me the whole time. I had been so stupid Min!” I began crying, pressing my palm to my forehead. “I had to get away from him...”

         Min watched me closely, feeling his body relax near mine, he must've been content in my explanation over the course of the month, holding me tight and close to him. “You should call your mother. We need to let her and the rest of your family know we're going to be stopping by. And maybe you should give her a heads up on why?” He snickered and grabbed the phone off the floor and handed it to me. He was trying to calm me down, trying to get my mind off the horror of it all.

         Taking the phone I kissed the palm of his hand before nuzzling it with my cheek. “Mhm, I'll call her.” I nipped the tips of his fingers and dialed my mothers number again. I hoped she was home, the woman liked to work a lot. She always worked long days. But, we were close, my whole family was close. Picture one of those mafia families, that was us. Always had each others back no matter what. Be it a stupid mistake or a really rash decision. If we needed an alibi for any reason, we knew where to go, family. If there was ever a problem we couldn't solve on our own, we knew we could count on each other.

         Min was like that with me, as I was with him, rare to find that outside of a family. We'd practically grown up together. The same energy, like twins, so in sync. He and I could always do anything together, accomplish greatness. Maybe I had a bit of an ego when it came to us, but who wouldn't?

         Hearing the drawl of the voicemail for my parents home I rolled my eyes. How long could this message be? I would hope most people would realize it was an answering machine and that they didn't have to be told to leave their name and number and what the hell they wanted.

         “Well, mom, I killed someone, you’d be proud!” My laughter was the last thing to be recorded just as I hung up.

         Min sat there gawking at me. “THAT was not what I thought you were going to say! She's going to freak out now! Or think you were joking.” He groaned and smacked his forehead with his palm.

         I could only giggle and tilt my had at him. “Oh love, she'll know exactly what it is, who I am, and what I need. She's my mother, she knows me far better than I know myself.” Leaning over I gave him a soft kiss on the lips.

         “Mmm don't do this to me beautiful.” He murmured against my lips after returning the kiss. “I've already been without you for longer than I can handle. Don't tease a deprived man.” He chuckled and slipped an arm around my waist, pulling me flush against his body, claiming my lips in a devouring kiss. I responded with a mewled sort of sound, my fingers curled into the cotton fabric sides of his t-shirt. I had dreamt of his kisses for months now, the feel of our bodies pressed close.

         The phone was knocked to the floor as Min laid me back onto the sofa, crawling over me and propping himself on his hands. His left knee slipped up between my thighs and pressed directly to groin, my back arching up from the cushions as I yanked him back down into another deep kiss. Min's body pressed down against mine with a lustful sort of growl.

         There was so much ahead of us now, but nothing could register past this moment. The scent of him, the feeling of my body underneath Min's. The feeling of complete harmony in the world came together when I felt his invading kiss and my body became inviting to his every whim. It was like creating a symphony. I told you I was a romantic at heart, and I do love my classical music. And I relish in creating it with him.

         Not even the phone ringing could disturb us now. Oh no, we were drunk with each other. Drowning in the essence of one another's bodies and touches. Every caress and kiss drove us deeper into our own world. Sorry mom, but this little murderer had a lust to sate.