Gunther stared at the knife in his hand, clean and glistening. "Are you sure about this, Pepper...?"
"Yep." The pretty girl smiled at the older guy.
It was late, about midnight, the half moon outside lighting up the stony place they were in. The two of them were out to get it. It was a dirty job, and only these two idi-I mean, sophisticated humans- were stupid enough to do it and not get caught.
The shedding of blood would begin soon, and so would the cracking of bones.
They we're getting paid, so no worries for any of them.
"Ready?" asked Pepper, holding her knife to the pale flesh of a thing that would be no more. She almost felt sorry for it, but she had done this job countless times before.
"Go for it."
Pepper pulled the knife slowly back, parting skin and meat, pale red blood oozing out slowly.
Soon, Gunther took over, hitting the body and making the bones of it crack sickly. He grinned.
"The Kings's gonna love this chicken we're making for him," said Pepper as she seasoned the cold body, then flipping it to the other side to season that too.
"A raise, nice!" Gunther looked around the dim lit kitchen. "Where the heck are we going to cook it? The fire isn't even ready."
"I dunno. Uh... he said he wanted chicken...But! He never said if he wanted it cooked or raw." Pepper grinned at her new thought out plan. "You carry it." She handed the chicken to Gunther, who drew his hands away quickly, not wanting to mess up his tunic.
The chicken fell to the stone floor with a wet slap while both of them stared at it.
"It never fell," Pepper muttered, picking it up and heading uptairs, Gunther on her tail.