Tap. Tap. Tap. Her high heels clicked along the hallway, heading toward the very end.
She opened a door with supernatural force, nearly breaking it. She forgot about her own strength at times.
Almost instantly after, a head whipped around. Seeing the papers clenched in her partners hands, Olivia yelled.
"Mel! What in the name of God do you think you're doing?"
"Don't complain, I've got the newest motive idea."
Mel gave the documents to her. She looked over them with greedy eyes, not blinking even once. They were far to interesting...
"My dear Mel... this is perfect! This will cause drama! Suspense! Despair!"
She had been suspecting her partner though she was batshit insane, but the laugh was the final nail in the coffin. Olivia was just surprised that she didn't snap sooner.
"Thank you. I've been working on that one for a while. Unfortunately, we'll have to search through their lives countless times, just to find the perfect moment..."
At that moment she remembered what she was meant to be telling Mel.
"I've sorted that out already. You ever wondered where Hecuba's been?"
"Yes I have, Olivia. I would have liked her help with the islands. They've been a pain."
"She's been off looking at how to properly damage those humans by looking into their pasts and seeing what would hurt them the most. Her progress is brilliant. I'll show you what she's decided later."
"This'll be great. Now then, want to help me on some more motives? You'll never know how far they can be broken!"
It was at moments like these that she loved the fact that Mel was probably also crazy.
"I'll come by to help soon but I need to go help with building the plane. The cowards won't add all the death traps on their own. Also can I borrow some of your whips?"
"Spiked or Poisoned?"
"Spiked. Poisoned won't help as I suspect some are immune."
The shock on Mel's face was filled with such despair it almost made her laugh.
"What? Have you finally gone down the deep end or something?"
"Genetic mutation through evolution is what I think happend. It's really obvious since they've survived this week. Unfortunately for them their little deceitful plans of bullshit cannot carry on much longer."
A few silent moments passed before the door opened again.
"Bye."
The loud slamming of the door didn't seem to bother either of them at all.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
She walked on with her silver hair swaying as she walked. A sinful smirk was painted on her vile face and her cold purple eyes were gleaming with a grim dark joy.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
"Today will be interesting."
Hecuba was definitely not your average angel.
Sure, she somewhat looked the part. Her wings were constantly stained with blood, though, so she looked more like an edgy cosplayer. However, that was not the case. Edgy cosplayers were more scarier than her in a heartbeat.
Currently, she was examining a human test subject for research on how to torture one of the Passengers. She decided not to look up into their eyes. It already was painful enough.
Even though she was sure that what she already had was horrible enough but in her heart she knew it wasn't enough. Not yet. Olivia had at least taught her that much.
For what seemed the thousandth time, she checked the Passengers file. In her dreadfully neat handwriting (No matter how hard she tried she couldn't write horribly.) were notes scattered throughout in a seemingly haphazardly way. She found what she needed before setting up the first test dummy.
She hesitated for a little bit before she began it. When it was over, she added new notes before getting out another piece of paper. It was mostly blank besides from the title:
"Price of Murder"
Underneath she wrote with precision the process of the murder, time it took, and what needed to be added to make it worse.
When she was finished she saw that there were some tears splattered on the page.
"I'm way too weak..." She muttered under her breath while wiping her eyes.
"Why did I agree to this? If I can't do this... how could I do what they want me to?"
She looked up at the deceased test subject with tears in her eyes.
With a sigh, she whispered "I'm sorry mother."
Her head dropped lower as she began to cry. If she had looked up then she would have seen a ghostly whisper escape the dead corpse in the chamber. It bobbed through the air before reaching Hecuba's ears.
"It's fine, my child. I still love you. "
She wiped her eyes before looking straight forward.
"I love you too."
Welcome to Islands of Despair! I will be your host Lazuli! (There will also be my beta reader Onyx. If you see a pun it will have a 75% chance of being theirs.)
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