Fell
has been doing better, so I decided to bring her along to help with the
job last night. I figured she could also use some fun after being shut in for
so long.
Hart
opted to stay at home for this one, and given the fact that this was meant to
test Fell’s recovery, I allowed him. As I said before, he is adapting well
enough, but he still doesn’t have a taste for blood the way that we do.
The
target- we had discovered- was a bit of a barfly, usually spending her Fridays
at the clubs with her girlfriend before drunkenly driving home. In the wee
hours of the morning, we located her car in a parking garage downtown. This
area was fairly close to the bars and is usually the site of drunks making bad decisions.
Sure enough, the rather tipsy couple eventually made their way down. The would-be
drunk driver had just unlocked the doors when I reached her. Before she knew
what was happening, I had her by the hair, and my knife to her throat. Fell
busied herself with the runner’s girlfriend, clamping a hand over her mouth and
hissing at her to be quiet or they would both be killed; holding the tomahawk
across the woman’s body to emphasize the threat. I gave the command for Fell
and the woman to get in the backseat of the car. Once they were inside, I had
my captive open the trunk and get inside that. I took her keys and slit her
throat.
Ritter
had wanted her dead, but we were free to do what we liked with the girlfriend,
so we had decided- if all went well- to play a little game with her to see if
she would live or die. I got in the car and began to drive, ignoring the cries
and questions until we were out of the garage and on the move. I then informed
the woman of what had happened to her girlfriend. Fell laughed as she screamed
and tried to strike and demanded to know why. I obliged with the explanation,
though she refused to believe it. I told her that we were going to kill her
next. Her screams became sobs and half incoherent pleas for mercy. I said
nothing more to her as we drove.
As
I said, we had decided to play a game with her. Once I had told the woman that
we intended to kill her, Fell had let go. She was not restrained. Fell only had
her tomahawk at the ready, which would have been difficult to use in such tight
quarters. Could have easily escaped by opening the door and jumping out, but
chose not to. She even stopped trying to hit Fell. Finally pulled off the road
at the edge of one of the city’s walking trails. Forced her to get out and walk
with us for a while. Could have run but she chose not to. She offered no
struggle, nor did she scream for help. In fact, aside from some quiet sobs and
begging, she barely made a noise. We left the trail, walked into the forest a
ways. Finally came to a stop and ordered the woman to kneel. Ritter’s song grew
louder as he appeared before us. I hadn’t planned for him to be there but I was
pleased that he was. Only now did the woman believe my explanation. Only now,
when it was too late, did she scream, and move to fight as Fell raised her
tomahawk and brought it down. Ritter’s song carried his pleasure at the bloody
spectacle. Fell’s face was alight with her lovely bloodlust grin. Once it was
finished we disposed of the bodies and the car.
Hehe
that was a fun night.
