Destroying Angel

Prologue

It was the Bourne Identity. That is when it all started to go wrong. Locked away in our hut, week three of the getting to know you faze. She had come back from a round of shopping and she walked in on me watching this movie. The guy, a blonde dopy looking guy, he had amnesia. I could relate. It was dubbed for some odd reason but I watched it anyway.

So this guy in the movie he can’t remember shit. As the movie progresses he begins to learn that he can kick peoples asses. He can break noses, jump high…he can do all kinds of crazy things. So I started to wonder could I, I was a trained killing, machine….maybe I had a torrid past I didn’t remember. That would be a little strange……no I was just some orphaned Marine who almost got blown up….but the parallels where there between me and this guy in movie…I don’t know how I knew…..but I did.

Carmen walked in bags in her hands. I glanced at her and got back to the movie. She asked me what was I watching. And I told her that I was watching the Bourne Identity. She gives me a look. I hit pause on the DVD player. I remembered that I had a VCR once….I tell her it’s about a guy who can’t remember anything…..she gives me a look. A worried look. A look that seemed to me at the time a kind of odd reaction to a movie. She looked like I had walked over her grave.

I got up and turned the movie off. I turned the TV off. And I asked her what she bought. No answer. I asked was everything all right? No answer. She just stood there watching me. Waiting for me to do something that I didn’t know I was supposed to do. I walked over to her. I leaned in for a kiss. And she walked away. I was seriously confused. We had just met this was all well and true, but I felt so connected to her. And I got the feeling that she felt the same way. Yet at that moment the connection was lost. Something was in the way.