Thread: New Passenger (Me & Kratos)

Hannah let out a heavy sigh checking her gear over she had already set her own version of a kill room. However she was not quite like Dexter with the table and plastic however. Her Aunt had taught her well enough so that she would never get caught. She had scoped out the house set up the spare room which was empty to the point only a dresser was in it. Most of the items had been put in storage since Rynes thought it was time to move. Not going to let this asshole kill and leave again, no it ends here for good. she said to herself softly. She still could hear Dexter's voice in her head though, his words echoing over and over in her mind. She bit her lip under the black mask she wore and she trembled slightly. She had her weapons in a belt at her side, a smirk on her face as Rynes made his way through the door of his house. She took her time waiting for him though, when she heard it go quiet she snuck from the closet she had been hiding in. Taking her chance she came across Rynes as he leaned into his fridge. Slowly she attacked, her garret around his throat, her hand came down and she pinched a pressure point on the side of his neck cutting off his oxygen and heart beat for a few seconds. Rynes went wide eyed, let out a small gasp before she felt him pass out. She grabbed him by his arms and dragged him to the room. She may look small but she was a lot stronger than she let on thanks to her training that her Uncle had made her go through. She would strip the man naked, his arms and legs tied with nylon rope to his sides, his legs bound. She had gagged him however so he could not cry out. He lay on plastic sheeting on the floor, the whole room was covered just to make sure she left nothing behind. She now took a seat in a chair her eyes running over 20 victims the man had killed that were posted to the plastic on the walls. Her little brother was one of them, the main reason she had gone after Rynes. Slowly she would move about after a bit her hand running over the blade of her knife, wondering how she should strike him first. She knew taking her trophy from him would cause him agony but leave him alive before she either slit his throat or snapped him neck, depending on what she felt like doing. She pulled the mask from her face and stuffed it into the pouch on her belt and did it up, her brown eyes glaring down at the sleeping man on the floor. Taking a deep breath she brought her foot back and slammed it into his ribs. Rynes went wide eyed and cried out in pain, his voice muffled by the gag. About time you woke up scum bag. I bet your scared and confused about what is happening to you, am I right? she snarled at him. Rynes slowly nodded his head but she smirked. I really don't care, I am here for a few reasons, any guess what those could be? she whispered as she crouched beside him, staring into his eyes. Her hand grasped a smaller knife on her belt and it glinted in the pale light of the room. Do you want to guess those reasons? she whispered softly before stepping back and pointing to the pictures on the walls. I am here for them, the children you raped and murdered you sick fuck. You gave them hell before you took their innocence and that is what I am going to do to you. she snarled before turning her head a shiver ran up her spine. Someone was there, she knew it from the way the floor boards seemed to creak outside the door. She narrowed her eyes and slipped her mask back on and over her face before pushing a hood over the man's head. I will be with you in a moment, don't fall asleep. she giggled softly. Before she opened the door a crack and began to move her way down the hall, her knife tightly in her hand. She crept into the shadows, waiting...listening and watching for whoever had come to bother her unaware that it might be Dexter. Her adrenaline was rushing and she had heightened senses and strength, she would be ready for the right moment as she stepped into the hall from her place beside the bathroom.