Chapter 1: War is coming.
The air was cool on her blood smeared cheeks,hands and long toned legs that appeared to go on for days. It had been a long night but the result was certainly worth the wait. The satisfaction of the kill and the blood stains on her little black dress were the best reward of the night. Though the money was a nice bonus as well. Sabrina Moran was not one for meaningless kills. She also, didn't turn away easily when a good looking bloke like "Nathaniel Humphrey, age 35, business man, with a wife and two kids" flirted with her at a bar. The man was tall, fair haired, with cheek bones that could cut glass and a jaw that put a cube to shame. But sadly the poor fool was cock blocking her kill and being a sexist dick too. She mentally shrugged. She finds it better to kill two scumbags then none at all.
Her original target was Carlos something or other. She didn't care to learn his name properly, she only cared for what his street name was. The Drug Hound. Carlos was some drug lord psycho who got a nice little kick out of drugging his victims and watching them pathetically scramble and fight off ravenous dogs. Watching in sick pleasure as his little pets tore them limb from limb and then putting the dogs down too so he wouldn't have any loose ends. She smirked. 'What good is a kill if you don't do it yourself?' she wondered and hunched down on the ground at the two bodies that laid there.
She held both gentleman's wallets in hand and looked through their information, finding flimsy receipts and many womens numbers from tutted softly and began to speak to the two as if she was scolding a child.
"Now don't look at me like that! You know what you've done to deserve this and I could've been very cruel." she turned over the drug lords body,bullet holes visibly seen on his left inner thigh and one right between his wide lifeless eyes. She smoothed out his suit, admiring the feel of it and smiled at how torn and bloody it now was that she was done with him.
Sabrina stood up again and started to pace up the alley,checking to see if anyone was around. To her surprise the streets to this town were very empty but she guessed with its crime rate and piles of murder cases it's not a complete mystery why no ones out. After a minute of caution and a quick tidy up of evidence she might leave, such as bullet casings and finger prints, she was back to the drug hound. Smiling a dark grin, she continued her taunt to the corpse,hunkering back down again beside him.
"You know Carlos, I was planning on putting some kind of drug in your drink,leaving you out in the middle of nowhere and wait till they found your remains after some wild dogs chewed you up but…" Her gaze drifted over to the other body finally, a couple of feet away and she stood up abruptly, wandering over to the large, blonde corpse that laid there. Her smile was gone now and a scowl was now painted on her face, looking completely furious and disgusted. Her stunning green eyes went sharp and full of hate as she swung her leg back and began to kick ruthlessly at the business mans body. After each hard blow, she spoke with venom in her words, glared intensly and soaked her black boots with Nathaniel's blood without a second thought.
"Some. One. Had . To .In. Ter. 't. They. Hum. Phrey!" She kicked two more times before she grew bored,staring down at the now mangled body on the ground with disintrest. She glanced at Nathaniel's wallet picture and then at his corpse. 'What a waste of a pretty face' she thought and then smiled coldly at him. After his rude advancement at the bar she had warned him she'd carve a gruesome smile on his face to replace the perverted smirk he gave her as he grabbed her ass. She had kept her promise and even slit his jugular too,just to keep him quiet.
"Have to say boys,you're an unlikely pair and it really has been fun." She sighed out the words, sounding almost sad and threw their empty wallets on the blood stained ground. She tucked the cash into her dress and under her bra straps for safe keeping, then picked up her guns case disguised to look like a normal brief case. She smiles at the two and chuckles rather darkly, speaking to them as if she was leaving a kind hosts home.
"Sadly, I have to run off. It's getting late and looks like the police might swoop in soon and I just hate it when they rain on my parade so,Later fuckers." With one last glance at them,she turns away with out a single look of remorse on her face. Turning the corner of the alley way, she walks out into a badly lit street where her car is parked.
She opens the boot of the vehicle and places the case in carefully, as if she was strapping a child into a baby seat. Before getting in herself, she pulls out a change of clothes and quickly tears off the blood soaked clothing and throws it into a plastic bag. Now, changed into a pair of fresh pair of jeans, t-shirt and worn out runners, she closes the boot and hops into the front seat. Her eyes shut and she breathes in deep,holding the air there a moment and then slowly releases,trying to calm her racing heart.
As much fun as killing can be for her, she had to stay composed. No need in getting caught just because she couldn't hide the thrill or the high she got from the shot of the gun, the cracking of bones…the dripping of.. of. Sabrina groaned with annoyance. She wanted another kill. NEEDED another kill now but knew she had to wait.
"Another 4 months" she muttered as she opened her eyes and starts up the car. "You'll be dispatched to Iraq and kill all you want then….Just 4 months."