The Scene by SliceandDice

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The Scene
Tuesday, April 3, 2007

And now a scene involving my interesting character, and death and violence, lots of death and violence.

Hunt

I don’t really know where I am heading; I’m just following my feet. I’m in a district that caters to college students, an area of town surrounding the university, the college district. I blend well into the twenty-some-things crowding the streets in their endless search for the ultimate party, quick lay, or the freedom and reprieve they crave. I slip in and out of the crowds easily, sorting through the floods of color, searching for the perfect kill. The beast and I don’t have to hunt for long; he passes inches in front of me.
I follow him, a safe distance behind, into an old pub and the perfect hangout for no-partiers who want a drink. Once inside he heads straight over to the pool table, greeting a man who I can tell right away is my second kill. As they start their game I settle down at the bar, knowing they can see me.
As I wait for the bartender, I pretend to glance around and I catch my first mark’s eye and give him a sweet smile he must be use to seeing. I feel the beast’s excitement grow when he sizes me up. When I order my drink he nudges his friend and points to me, both taking an obvious interest. They make it too easy.
They wait until I finish my second beer before they approach me. Jake and Van, that’s what they call each other when they introduce themselves and begin the classic mating ritual of the college student, thinking I’m a future conquest. I know they aren’t going to see the sun of another day or talk to anyone else ever again, so I tell them the apparent truth, “Willy, I’m Willy.”
When I tell them I’ve never played pool before, they offer to teach me the game, and order me another drink. I feign ignorance when Van slips a pill into my drink while Jake shows me an easy move and sneaks a grope. I smile when I take a sip, playing along when the GHB enters my system. I giggle and stumble, pretending to be drunk and drugged, while my body cleans up the drug and alcohol in a matter of heartbeats.
It doesn’t take long for them long to usher me out of the pub and sweep me up, taking me to their dorm room. When the door closes behind us, the looks on their faces turn from nice to evil. They turn into predators, sizing me up waiting for their attack. I keep playing the part of victim, bumping into the bed and falling against. Falling into the perfect position.
My original target, Jake, makes the first move, Van waiting patiently in the background. He moves down to my level and touches my face as he whispers, “Don’t worry, I’m gentle” with a laugh. He moves again, to pick me up or undress me, and I make my move. The heel of my hand hits the soft of his throat with all of the force I can muster in a blink of an eye, knocking him back. He hits head on the ground and lose consciousness.
Van is surprised and I use this to my advantage. Before he can react I’m off the ground with one of my ropes waiting in my hand. I slam him into the wall and with a skilled hand I wrap the rope around his neck and tighten it. With a jerk I tie it off and leave him gasping for breath, clawing at the rope at him neck.
I slow down, having disarmed them. I stand over Jake lying prone on the ground. I run my hand along the side of his face and kneel besides him, my fingers getting bloody from a wound on his head. I pull out my sharpest knife and rest it beneath his sternum. “Don’t worry, I’m not gentle.” With a gentle push the blade slides into him and with a steady hand I slide it down parting the skin and connective tissue.
Jake’s life doesn’t last much longer once I begin, and I leave him covered in his own blood. I turn back to Van who is lying on the ground too, pale with blue lips but the hint of a pulse still banging against his arteries. I grab him by the hair and pull him up, blood smearing into his hair. The hint of life in his eyes flickers with fear. I jar his head back and gaze into his eyes, the beast reveling in the fear. I thrust my still warm and wet blade in his throat, through his neck, and watch as he falls down lifeless.
I clean up my hands and knife in their bathroom, leaving stains for its future tenants. I walk over the growing and congealing puddle of blood and exit into the yet unaffected halls of the dorm. No one bats an eye as I walk through the house and out to the dark of the night. The beast is all but howling in his glee of the kill, I can’t help but let his smile escape to my lips. But the girls, who waken with the shock of cool air, and I feel their varied emotions: Disgust, excitement, confusion, understanding, and horror. As the dark of the world wraps around me, tears rolls down my face, joining the smile.

COMMENTS

Sunday, April 8, 2007 6:10 PM

BLUEEYEDBRIGADIER

Whoa...now that's some gripping stuff, Slice! Definitely really wanna see more of this, if only to get a better idea of who exactly your protagonist is and why she's Faith on steroids;D

BEB

Wednesday, April 4, 2007 5:25 AM

MSG

*applause*

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