The pharmacist stalked him like a prowling starved animal, leaving growls to rumble against her throat as her nostrils flared at the stench of his blood, still pumping madly in his veins. She'd had a taste of it along her fingers, soon smeared along her cheek as he fled for his life.
Running in the shadows of night she closed in on him from behind. The sunglasses at night never hindered Jessica. No, they only helped the dealer seek him out as her lashes fluttered madly behind the tinted lenses. How could one see if she wasn't even looking out of them? Just another secret she wasn't going to murmur.
Firing a shot at her wasn't the smartest thing to do, for Jessica just rolled her torso like a dancer up against a pole, easing out of the way before continuing for her next victim. Another shot fired, but it sailed over Jessica's head. The joys of being short in a six foot and over town. Her snarling grew louder; she wasn't pleased at the missed attempts. He hadn't heard? She was unstoppable and completely human.
Oh wait, that's right. He had heard. And he started this game with the signal. He was going to be sorely disappointed when he realized that Jessica didn't play by the rules. And never had.
It was why he loved her.
It was amazing how such a small piece of terror could turn a man a head and a half taller into a nervous wreck. And it wasn't because her skirt was so short. Boots slammed against the pavement as her hips spiraled in a timed counter clockwise gyration, letting the hem flare just a bit and skimming up her thigh. Silver caught the shadowed brightness of the red light district, and her cries of hate and violence were going to echo in his ears.
Jessica counted the shots that were fired off, and found the man up against the wall aiming the barrel in her direction with his eyes wide. Click. Click. "****," he cried.
The rabid violence faded for just a moment as she pouted, lower lip spilling out as she took her steps even slower towards him. "No baby. Not tonight. You're going to have a headache." Pushing back her sunglasses into her hair, almost a sexual allure to the motion until you caught sight of her eyes. Glassed over and milky coated like clouded cataracts.
Her appearance was enough to leave him lost in a confused state, something medusa was known for, but Jessica wasn't going to leave him as a pile of stone. Fingers hooked a razor blade in-between her fingers before her palm was up in the air to let the slap move across his face. Slow first. She always liked to toy with her prey when they were scared.
But with his height, it also brought an extended reach, and that lead to the fist slamming into her upper jaw, tearing her cheek with that ring on his finger. When her head snapped back to face him just as easily and turned her eyes back up to him, he'd realize fairly quickly that he shouldn't be staring at her, but what her idle hands were doing.
Jerking her fist into his gut, stabbing the blade into his flesh and then leaving it there a second, Jessica wanted to hear him wince before dragging it down past his navel. Instead she would hear him groan, blindly grabbing for her free arm and wrapping his hand around her shoulder.
He didn't know that when he dislocated it, the scene would just turn worse.
Roaring as the bone snapped out of place and dangled incorrectly at her side, before her jaw snapped shut and she then lurched into the man to tear his throat out when her mouth opened again. Jessica bit into him like she was a vampire, but wasn't out to suck on his life source. She wanted to decorate the walls with his insides and paint his body with his blood.
"******* *****--Argh!" Wailing in the shadows never saved anyone in this town, but it never surprised Jessica when they did it either. Tongue slipped out against her lips, collecting the salt from his sweat and iron from his blood before she spit it all back in his screaming face.
Everything had been in slow motion till then; and suddenly the controller was set on fast forward as the distorted connections in the pharmacist's mind clicked faster than usual. The blades in her skirt came out one by one, stabbed and dragged into the man's flesh, even long after he had choked on the poison from the first one in his stomach. Even with the animalist rage, she was ever mindful to remember the hairpins, leaving him with a target practice on his chest and at the side of his neck.
But even with him dead on the ground, the brainwashed girl didn't stop there. It wasn't enough to have his fear laced eyes staring up at her, or the several ripped open gashes littering his body. It wasn?t enough to see his no longer beating heart, the curve of his stomach, the split tendons of his leg, the blood long pooled out onto the ground. Since dead men don't bleed, she soon ran out of paint to play with, not enough to repaint the walls like she wanted, but just enough to leave a message on the man's chest.
**** YOU DANTE.
Grunting as she looked back over her work and blinked her eyes back into a focus that was ordinary and not so cloudy before her head lolled to the side. No matter what, he'd still won. She was still twisted and tormented inside.
But this poor shmuck, whoever he was, had lost the game.
Running in the shadows of night she closed in on him from behind. The sunglasses at night never hindered Jessica. No, they only helped the dealer seek him out as her lashes fluttered madly behind the tinted lenses. How could one see if she wasn't even looking out of them? Just another secret she wasn't going to murmur.
Firing a shot at her wasn't the smartest thing to do, for Jessica just rolled her torso like a dancer up against a pole, easing out of the way before continuing for her next victim. Another shot fired, but it sailed over Jessica's head. The joys of being short in a six foot and over town. Her snarling grew louder; she wasn't pleased at the missed attempts. He hadn't heard? She was unstoppable and completely human.
Oh wait, that's right. He had heard. And he started this game with the signal. He was going to be sorely disappointed when he realized that Jessica didn't play by the rules. And never had.
It was why he loved her.
It was amazing how such a small piece of terror could turn a man a head and a half taller into a nervous wreck. And it wasn't because her skirt was so short. Boots slammed against the pavement as her hips spiraled in a timed counter clockwise gyration, letting the hem flare just a bit and skimming up her thigh. Silver caught the shadowed brightness of the red light district, and her cries of hate and violence were going to echo in his ears.
Jessica counted the shots that were fired off, and found the man up against the wall aiming the barrel in her direction with his eyes wide. Click. Click. "****," he cried.
The rabid violence faded for just a moment as she pouted, lower lip spilling out as she took her steps even slower towards him. "No baby. Not tonight. You're going to have a headache." Pushing back her sunglasses into her hair, almost a sexual allure to the motion until you caught sight of her eyes. Glassed over and milky coated like clouded cataracts.
Her appearance was enough to leave him lost in a confused state, something medusa was known for, but Jessica wasn't going to leave him as a pile of stone. Fingers hooked a razor blade in-between her fingers before her palm was up in the air to let the slap move across his face. Slow first. She always liked to toy with her prey when they were scared.
But with his height, it also brought an extended reach, and that lead to the fist slamming into her upper jaw, tearing her cheek with that ring on his finger. When her head snapped back to face him just as easily and turned her eyes back up to him, he'd realize fairly quickly that he shouldn't be staring at her, but what her idle hands were doing.
Jerking her fist into his gut, stabbing the blade into his flesh and then leaving it there a second, Jessica wanted to hear him wince before dragging it down past his navel. Instead she would hear him groan, blindly grabbing for her free arm and wrapping his hand around her shoulder.
He didn't know that when he dislocated it, the scene would just turn worse.
Roaring as the bone snapped out of place and dangled incorrectly at her side, before her jaw snapped shut and she then lurched into the man to tear his throat out when her mouth opened again. Jessica bit into him like she was a vampire, but wasn't out to suck on his life source. She wanted to decorate the walls with his insides and paint his body with his blood.
"******* *****--Argh!" Wailing in the shadows never saved anyone in this town, but it never surprised Jessica when they did it either. Tongue slipped out against her lips, collecting the salt from his sweat and iron from his blood before she spit it all back in his screaming face.
Everything had been in slow motion till then; and suddenly the controller was set on fast forward as the distorted connections in the pharmacist's mind clicked faster than usual. The blades in her skirt came out one by one, stabbed and dragged into the man's flesh, even long after he had choked on the poison from the first one in his stomach. Even with the animalist rage, she was ever mindful to remember the hairpins, leaving him with a target practice on his chest and at the side of his neck.
But even with him dead on the ground, the brainwashed girl didn't stop there. It wasn't enough to have his fear laced eyes staring up at her, or the several ripped open gashes littering his body. It wasn?t enough to see his no longer beating heart, the curve of his stomach, the split tendons of his leg, the blood long pooled out onto the ground. Since dead men don't bleed, she soon ran out of paint to play with, not enough to repaint the walls like she wanted, but just enough to leave a message on the man's chest.
**** YOU DANTE.
Grunting as she looked back over her work and blinked her eyes back into a focus that was ordinary and not so cloudy before her head lolled to the side. No matter what, he'd still won. She was still twisted and tormented inside.
But this poor shmuck, whoever he was, had lost the game.