Thread: Both Sides of Murder (Periodical x AlluringEnigma)

For the first couple of minutes, Hannah was on cloud nine. Her whooping and hollering reverberated through the structure, drowning out anything Brittany could possibly say or do. In fact, her own ominous figure was quite lost on Hannah, who was reveling in the adrenaline of her first murder, and she was completely unaware of the possible distrust that such an image could sow. Even if she couldve seen herself, drenched in the blood of the recently deceased waitress, she would have simply admired the gore that now adorned her white tank top. As she began to come back down to Earth, she realized the state of herself, and knew that it was something that would have to be remedied before leaving the building. As that raced through her mind, she heard Brittany pipe in, and grinned at the girl, her face akin to a child on Christmas. With her heart racing, and a whole load of emotions now running rampant throughout her, a new thought entered Hannahs mind. At the time of their first meeting, she had never quite realized the beauty of her Southern acquaintance. Their talks had been limited to business, and even those talks had been curt and professional. Now that the act had been committed, the messy-haired girl realized the exquisite beauty of her acquaintance. Certainly, Brittany was no model, but the emotions of such a visceral experience heightened Hannahs perception and seemed to apply rose-tinted glasses to the fledgling killer. Now, Hannah was entirely unsure of her partner-in-crimes sexual preferences, it had never been important to killing so it had never been discussed, so she knew that simply asking would be a good way to end their professional relationship as quick as it began. Instead, Hannah would have to employ some sort of subtlety, a trait which was not one of Hannahs skills. Gears in her mind turned for a few seconds, before she decided to kill two birds with one stone. She had brought an extra change of clothes, as she was quite aware that she would be the one getting her hands dirty, and had originally intended on changing in some secluded corner of the warehouse. However, she decided that a public show might be the best way to gauge the interest of her new partner. With a big smile and a tone still high on the ecstasy of her acts, she remarked Mmm, that was better than I could even imagine, dont you agree? Id love to get a drink with you after something like that she added with a smile, as she washed her hands off in a basin off water, doing her best to remove most of the gore from her skin. So, do tell, what do all the caps and shit mean? Im not sure if I understand how theyre going to help discover this piece of art? she added curiously, eyeing Brittany with a twinkle in her eye. As the girl responded, she began to strip away the blood-soaked top, revealing her bra-clad bust. Hannah proceeded to feign stretching out, pushing out her chest towards the girl, and curiously looking over to gauge the reaction Brittany would give. Hannah herself was quite the well-endowed serial killer. While she had never spent much time beautifying herself, she had always been blessed with natural heft to her assets. While the insane personality, wild eyes, and messy hair may have driven off most normal people, the girl she now shared the warehouse with was certainly not most people. I must say Im glad I brought a spare change of clothes she added not so subtly, her hands now reaching down to paw at the hem of her pants. Youre lucky, those clothes fit you well, its a good thing you dont have to trash them she added with a saucy smile, before stripping off the pants and throwing them aside, leaving them in a heap somewhere in the warehouse. To this point, Hannah was certain that Brittany was interested, though reading people had never been her strong suit. The Southern belle had never peeled her gaze away for a moment, and in Hannahs book, that was enough to proceed. Tell me something, did that get you as excited as it got me? she asked quietly, her hands now running along her smooth skin, which was only interrupted by the slightly stained lingerie she still wore. I suppose I have to get rid of these too she added, referring to her undergarments in a quiet, flirtatious tone Its a shame, I quite liked this pair. Then, with a flourish, she unclipped the bra, throwing it to the side as well. She began to take confident strides towards Brittany, her panties now the last shred of clothing on her. The way I see it, we could do a couple things she mused, as she stopped a few steps away from Brittany. We could either go get a drink, which would be fun for celebration, or she purred as she shimmied out her panties, flinging them to the side we could go somewhere nice and private, a place where the police wont be looking for us, and celebrate slightly differently? Then, without waiting for an answer, she walked over to the bag and threw on a hoodie. The garment was long enough to hide the lack of bottoms, and Hannah was quite prepared to wait for an answer before fully dressing. Something told her that a fresh kill was just as exciting for Brittany as it was for Hannah, and that the pair would be doing something far more interesting than drinking.