Prologue: A
We drove to get Richard, a man who raped and murdered a girl but got set free due to complication. We went through their usual pre kill state, an old tradition; once we got to the house we waited for Richard to get home so we can nab him from his car for a quick bag and drag. We got him with very little fight, not much a squash can do against humans, we threw him in the back of the trunk and drove off,
"act normal, we're cool" i said
"Yeah alpha, i know. You say that every time " said omega
"So what about this weather? Hah" i changed the subject casually.
As we sped down the highway to quickly reach our kill room, we eagerly awaited for the kill. We brought him in and wrapped him up on our trusty only white craftsmen table.. I woke him up and then went through our ritual. We're classy in our kills, we like to put as much fear of death in them before we kill them, we tell them it's eternal darkness and then we push the knife slowly as we watch the fear flood his mind and everything then he was gone. It's satisfying.
"You sure you wanna do this?" i say, while handing the 6 inch military grade knife,
"yeah, yeah I got this".
Omega bends down to the victims ears and whisper the final thoughts of terror and then she does what we do best. She kills...
