Thread: Both Sides of Murder (Periodical x AlluringEnigma)

A wicked grin spread across Hannah Druthers face, her grey eyes now dancing with dangerous intent. She had spent most of her life flirting with moral grey area, but there was no mistaking it now Hannah was about to become a cold-blooded killer. Of course, it could be argued that she had always been one, and now was the realization of her potential. She much preferred to bury her storied past, only reliving it at moments of intense emotion, but it had been littered with thoughts of this day. Now, she was here, standing in front of a helpless and struggling woman who was not long for this world. Hannah, of course, had no idea who the victim was. In fact, she seemed like a nice enough lady. However, the decision of who to kill had never been hers, for this was not just her act of depravity. Next to her, timidly gazing around the room, was her partner, a girl she had only met a few days past. Hannah knew little about Brittany Crawford and her motives, but the girl was no doubt intelligent. When she had first met the antsy, raven-haired killer, she had been quite impressed by her line of questioning. The young mastermind, so to speak, had brought up questions that Hannah had never considered. She seemed to have the mind for murder, having thought out as many angles as possible, her mind running through the possibilities like an experienced field general considering his angle of attack. Now, for Hannah, none of it had mattered. The plan was a hazy concept, and the method of murder was even odder. The woman who Brittany had selected was nailed to a cross, the spikes holding her up hot enough to cauterize her wounds, leaving the woman fully conscious as the pair of fledgling murderers gazed up at her. From what Hannah had discerned, this was some sort of mockery of the church, though her grasp of the motive was tentative at best. She had not signed up with Brittany out of any inherent agreement in motives, but rather as a means to an end. The timid planner could lay as many traps and pans as she wanted, and Hannah would assist without complaint. However, now, well now the show was hers. Hello there, lovely. She intoned, her tone brimming with ecstasy. Im sure you have no idea what youve done to deserve this, and frankly, I dont either. Id refer you to the girl next to me, but honestly, I think youll be a bit occupied screaming bloody murder to ask about your sins. Hannahs words, which carried throughout the warehouse, were almost sung out in a hollow tone, carrying through the countryside of Charleston with a haunting effect. Anyways, I thought I should let you know that Im going to thoroughly enjoy killing you. Hopefully that adds some reason to your death, though I frankly couldnt care either way she added with a wicked smile, the begging of her prey simply adding to the adrenaline-inducing experience. With a slick look over to Brittany, who simply nodded for the green light, she advanced forward. With a casual flick of her wrist, the switchblade she was carrying extended into a full knife, her victims eyes now filled with fear. With a casual smile that belied her purpose, she continued to talk as she set about her handiwork. Now, I find it quite upsetting that I cant dismember you, as youd fall from your perch. Ive always wanted to slice a hand or finger off, but I suppose that can wait she mused as she plunged the dagger into the left eye socket of her victim. As the blood curdling screams echoed throughout the empty foothills, Hannah waited for the screaming to subside before continuing. I was hoping that the eyeball would pop out, but I guess thats just for the movies. On the bright side, Im learning so much! she exclaimed, before gouging out the other eye. Once again, she waited for her victim to calm herself, twirling the blade between her digits with extraordinary dexterity. I wish you would stop screaming she added with a frustrated sigh, the blade now placed along the victims arm. I think youre blessed. Your death is bringing pleasure to another human being. Is that not the best thing one could wish for? No one but us will ever share a moment quite like this, isnt that comforting? she ruminated, before slicing the blade horizontally along her victims arm. Ysee, I could do this vertically, but youd slip away much quicker, and then the moment would be fleeting she added poetically, looking up to see that the poor girl was fading out of consciousness. With an exasperated sigh, she slapped the girl a few times, shouting Wake up! We arent done, and you should be thankful for that! she added. Hannah continued to slice along each arm, leaving about 3 or 4 careful slashes before leaning in close to the quickly-fading girl, softly whispering Thank you, I hope it was as magical for me as it was for you. Then, after wiping the blade along the victims clothes, she took a step back and admired her handiwork. Brittany was doing God knows what, likely leaving behind clues or messages that would make sure their mark was felt, but all Hannah could do was pant heavily. Her blood was hot, her eyes wide, and she seemed to be riding the high of her murder with relative ease. Hannah jumped for joy, letting out an emphatic WHOO! before turning to face Brittany, wherever she was, and exclaiming That was fantastic, wasnt it!