Adam Monroe: Challenge #2

So for this challenge, I had to woo a celebrity. Big deal. I’ve wooed lots of celebrities, they just seem to love me. But this time, having been imprisoned for 30 years then stuck in a box not too long after my relentless pursuit of world domination, I hadn’t had much time to check up on the local celebrities these days. After a quick Google search, I came up with names like Ryan Merriman, Britney Spears, Megan Fox. I don’t know who these people are, but why would anyone want to seduce them?

Anyway, after some searching, I decided on my target:

David Anders.

Good looking, talented, stylish—he was without a doubt one of the most perfect men I’d ever laid eyes on.

I found him in a bar. He looked lonely. That was good, he’d be easier to manipulate.

“Mind if I join you?” I asked, sliding onto the seat next to his.

“Uhh…sure.”

“My policy is to never drink alone,” I informed him.

The chemistry between us was practically sparking, and several minutes later, I had him wrapped around my pinky finger. Just then, however, a couple of men entered the room. I recognized them from the Company. Crap, I thought, who told on me? But there was no time to think about that. I took out my gun and shot at them. Now that I think back on it, they could have just wanted a couple drinks, but one can never be sure when it comes to the motives of evil company elves. Once I was sure they were dead, I turned to David.

“We have to go, now.”

“Who are they?” He asked.

“They’re here to kill you,” I lied. “But don’t worry. I’ll protect you.”

We gazed into each other’s eyes for a moment, then started making out, which seemed the only appropriate thing to do.

“Hey, take it outside,” the barman told us, as he dialed 911.

So we took off out of the bar and down the street, until I dragged him aside down an alley. We stopped at an old apartment building.

“You have to start climbing,” I told him. “Don’t worry, I’ll be right behind you.”

“I can’t do this,” he said.

“If you don’t, they’ll find you,” I said as intensely as I could. “Just do it. I’ll tell you everything once we’re inside.”

So he did. I broke into an empty room and pushed him in, and I’ll leave it to your imagination what happened after that. Of course I didn’t actually tell him anything, other than how I’d never leave him and about a package he had to deliver to an address in Canada and all that jazz. I’m quite good at evading the topic. But he seemed satisfied with what I had to say in any case, being enamored by me and all.

The next morning, around 4 AM, I retrieved my gun and left. I had a bachelor contest to get back to.