Thread: Murder She Wrote [Snake x Dysy]

She had refrained from getting drunk the night before, or at the very least, her body resisted the alcohol, but Lera easily overcame her tolerance and drank herself into a stupor. Considering how much alcohol she had consumed the night before - Lera nearly doubled the amount of toxic drinks in an attempt to escape her brutal reality. Lucy in the skkyy-ai-ai with di-uh-muunnds.. She was singing off key. And it was loud. She was singing loudly in off key, hell she didnt even realize she was singing or that she was in front of Lucys apartment. Lucy was a prostitute to say the least. She always promised herself it would just be one more client, but whoever kept those types of promises to themselves were just lying. Lucy came from a well-to-do family, not rich, but not poor, but definitely on the upper side of just middle class. Her parents were both business types, leaving poor little Lucy at home left to her own devices, but like every teenage girl Lucy rebelled. But unlike all of the other girls her age, Lucy rebelled hard. She turned to drugs, smoking, injecting whatever shiny, crystalized substance she could get her filthy hands into her petite run down body. Then when drugs no longer did it for her she turned to sex, using the power of her body to get more drugs. One addiction fueled the other and when one wasnt fueling the other, Lucy crashed hard. She fell off the world - she got violent, insatiable to fuel her needs thats where she met Lera. Lera had killed off her corner competition, she never figured out why, but the look in Leras eyes the utter calm but yet, fulfilled look Lucy wanted it. She wanted the contented feeling of completion, something she never felt. They hit it off, Lera gave her all the sex she wanted, on fire escapes, up against dumpsters behind bars it didnt matter where they were, they were together. It wasnt love it was one toxic relationship of a push and pull. But they didnt care, they had the world in front of them they would dominate it together. Then he came in. LUCY!!!! Lera belted out the name, her hands slamming sloppily against the door. Lucy! Open up baby! Im sorry! Luuuuuuuuccy! What? The disheveled female opened the door. She only wore a mens work shirt, that barely covered her bum, much less her haphazardly shaven lady bits that she left exposed to any passerby that walked by her open door. The entire neighborhood can hear you. What do you want? You also reek of booze... I told you itd be more fun to get drunk. Lera sneered, but she leaned forward, grasping Lucys delicate face in her hands, and enveloping the woman in what she felt was a sweet kiss, but in reality was just a sloppy puckering of the womans lips pressed against the prostitutes face. Get off of me Lera. I have to get ready for work, and you know hes not going to like that youre here. That fucker is here? LUCY? Whos at the door? The voice bellowed from the musty apartment, and soon behind Lucy stood a portly gentleman if one could even call him such. This was the man Lera despised, the man Lucy had sworn her life to, had basically given her life as tribute, to allow herself to be used and sold at his own leisure. She was nothing to him, to Lera.. She was nothing more than just an item. Something that could be used, bought, traded Broken. -- Accident she wrote on one. Lera looked down at the body of Lucy. Her lips were such a pretty color of red, but it wasnt from her lipstick. Lera had reached down, dipping her fingertips into the freshly oxidized red blood of her lover, and had painted the girls lips. You were so pretty, you were going to go to college, get us out of here You promised me better things, but without you I fall only farther. She cupped the womans face gently. Lucy was a red head, pretty red hair that was always oily and tied back into a bun. Hot water was expensive, Lucys showers were always limited, so she always reeked of perfume, and even then, all Lera could smell was the sickly sweet smell of roses. She hadnt been careful with these kills, she was drunk she wore only one set of gloves, and her fingertips smudged across the card she scribbled her notes on. She stepped upon the mans body as if it were nothing more than carpet. Even as he groaned his last breaths under her weight, Lera pressed down harder she blamed him for Lucys death, if she hadnt moved in front of the bullet, if he hadnt stolen her in the first place, none of this would have ever happened. Even as she leaned over, pressing one final kiss to Lucys forehead, and tucking the note under the womans body, Lera could only feel hatred towards the man she stood upon. But even that feeling only lasted mere moments, before Lera simply backed up her things and left. On the second note Murder , she wrote.