Thread: Both Sides of Murder (Periodical x AlluringEnigma)

Who's going to find her in an abandoned warehouse? Where's the fun in that? The sing-songey voice of one Ms. Brittany Crawford asked out loud to the room, though she figured it was mostly likely a rhetorical question. For Brittney, it was almost a cat and mouse game. How far could ride this? How much of a high could she get with her new found friend before everything came crashing down? The path to this position was a little more cloudy for the southern belle fresh out of Louisiana. The girl's question was pretty dumb. It would be easy enough to find the poor victim. Brittany had intentionally left more than enough clues. From the means of disappearance of the girl from her job as a bartender from one of the local pubs, to the particularly placed clues leading to of one of the choir boys, Brittany's head was swimming. She had received a degree in criminal psychology with a minor in human biology from Louisiana State University, destined to be a grunt who worked at a jail for the rest of her life. The ceiling was rather low, but Brittany wanted to change things. It was sad really, her father's hard earned money that had been spent putting Britt through college would all go to waste when he found out exactly what his daughter had been doing with her spare time. Brown eyes searched the room as Brittany took in her surroundings. The warehouse was abandoned alright. Once used for storing farming equipment, now stored nothing more than a few empty wooden crates and a few wooden pallets were scattered around the premises. Cobwebs hung in almost every doorway. Most of the windows were either missing or broken. The door to the manager's office hung on a few hinges. As a matter of fact, the warehouse had looked like it had been deserted for quite some time. The cross had been easy enough to make, though in the dim light the imperfections were hidden quite nicely. Besides, when it was all said and done, nobody would remember how shoddy the cross looked, they would just be looking at the body. Twirling her inky hair in her fingers, wrapping her fire red painted finger nails, Brittany wandered off, glancing around the warehouse for anything she could use. Dropping a button or two here, a couple of bottle caps there, maybe a crumpled pictured Brittany had swiped from the bar. It was enough to give the illusion of an easy solve. Once a church goer herself, Brittany found a little comfort in the cross. Again, it wasn't perfect, but it would do fine just the same. Hearing the shrill scream from her victim was almost soothing the Brittany. It meant that her first step in a long journey was completed. There was no more going back. The two were criminals now. Mahogany eyes searched the scene, and Brittany took note of the fact that blood wasn't quite as disgusting as some people made it out to be. In fact, in more ways than one, it was actually kind of pretty. The entire week, Brittany had been going back and forth in her mind about doing something like this. At first the idea came out as a joke, and when she tried to take it back and was put on the spot by Hannah, which forced Brittany's hand as she quickly reaffirmed her intentions. It would have been the perfect time to back out, but something about being on the run with a stranger was titillating and tantalizing to her. She had everything she had wanted and more, but the feeling of danger and consequence had long been forgotten. Much like Hannah, Brittany knew almost nothing about the woman with whom she shared company with. The two had seen each other one night at a bar, and after mixing a few words became fast friends. The woman on the cross, the waitress who had served them that night and a woman who Brittany had given quite a large tip to at the end of the night. Now she was dead, and while Hannah spoke to her, Brittany was off tinkering with something else. She wanted to be tracked, she wanted to have to be careful, she wanted to live on the edge. All of this would be for nothing if no one would find the girl. The screaming finally ended in some muffled gurgles and blood filled the victims mouth before she finally stopped breathing. With a hole as her left eye and large slashes down her arms, Brittany met eyes with Hannah who exclaimed out of the thrill of the murder. Brittany smiled a toothy smile at her accomplice. She straightened out her white sun dress before she moseyed her way back towards Hannah. Looking down, Brittany admired the work of her companion. The body almost looked fake, though she knew it was very real. It reminded her of something she had seen in a movie, or in one of those Halloween shops. The pale moonlight and the dimly lit room certainly didn't help. Still, she could smell iron in the air and for a moment, she wondered. Is this what hunters felt? The cold air lapping against their exposed skin. The oddly sweet smell of a fresh kill that hung in the air. The feeling down in the pit of the stomach that it was all over, or rather, that a long and strange journey was about to begin. Well, we are certainly livin' in high cotton. The woman said before she broke the gaze and looked back towards to body. Out of her peripherals, Brittany could see that most of Hannah's face hidden in the shadows of the night, giving her quite a menacing appearance. The look she had given her new found friend was one that wondered if they were on the same page. Her smaller hands moved to play with the necklace that her father had given her. All that was really left to do was dispose of the weapon and bide their time. Drink? Another toothy smile before she loud out a soft laugh.