September 1, 2010
Richards Ville Complex
1:00 AM
A figure, clad in black, shuffled into the complex through the revolving doors, escaping the treacherous downpour. They shook themselves off, giving a slight wave to the doorman who returned the greeting with a nod of their head. Not once looking away from the windows overseeing the streets.
'Heh, good man.'
The figure walked towards the elevators, not before grabbing a key card that was left haphazardly on the front desk. Once the gates to the elevator shut, they swiped the key over the pad and with a slight jerk, they were on their way. When the elevator got to the correct floor, it came to a slow stop. The figure opened the gates and casually walked out, curiously looking around at the huge penthouse. They fumbled around the wall until they found a light switch, flicking it on.
A low whistle left their lips, "What a place."
The first thing that caught their attention were the high ceilings. The wall farthest from the elevator was all glass, giving a view of the drenched city of Gotham that was one in a million. With slow steps, they made their way further into the living room, the furniture was very chic and expensive with a crystal chandelier hanging over the middle of everything. A set of stairs with glass railings lead up to a second floor, where they can only assume led to the bedrooms.
A slight buzzing interrupted the pattering of the rainfall against the windows. The figure reached into their pocket to grab the burner phone, flipping it open and pressing it against their ear, "I'm in."
There was a slight bit of noise interference on the other line before a voice responded, "Cool, get in position. T-minus ten minutes."
The figure reached for the light switch, turning them off and hiding themselves in the shadows.
1:18 am
Brookelle Cabman, a beautiful young entrepreneur, waved goodbye to her friends as she made her way to her car and away from the lounge. It's been awhile since she decided to go out and have some fun, with the plan of a very big project underway with Wayne enterprises, she seemed to have neglected the time for herself.
She began to jog a little bit, trying to beat the rain from soaking her completely. The sound of Straratata heels hitting the wet pavement echoed down the streets as she finally made it to her car. She cursed slightly as she saw a white parchment underneath her windshield wiper. Grabbing it before entering her car, she read it aloud, "City of Gotham. GCPD traffic violation, no parking after twelve am… Are you kidding me? Since when?"
With a quick look around, she noticed a sign far off into the corner stating exactly what she had just announced. No parking from twelve to seven thirty.
"Whatever," she scoffed and entered her car, removing her now soaked jacket and throwing it to the back. She threw her ticket into the glove compartment with the many others and made her way back home.
1:28 am
When she arrived at her complex, she drove to the back where the garage was. Once she parked and stepped out of her car she made her way to the elevator. On the way up to her tenth-floor penthouse, she took off her heels and held them in her left hand while her right pushed her wet hair back and out of her face. When the elevator finally got to her floor she opened the gate and clumsily closed it behind her.
She headed up the stairs and into the bedroom, throwing her shoes onto the couch when she passed it. Grabbing the towel that was hanging on her closet door, she made her way towards the bathroom down the hall, tripping over her feet as lightning illuminated the dark balcony edge. Once in, she turned on the hot water and began to undress, leaving the door ajar. When she was finally inside her steamy shower, she let out a sigh as the cold from the outdoors faded into a comfortable warmth. Taking the shampoo bottle from the corner of the tub, she began to wash her hair, humming a rock song under her breath as she enjoyed her late shower.
A few moments later and she could have sworn another voice began to hum with her. Her head snapped towards the glass shower door and opened it hesitantly. She poked her head out and looked around just as lightning struck again, thunder roaring right after. Seeing nothing, she rolled her eyes and went back to her shower.
The lone figure stood behind the door of the bathroom, looking through the small crack the open door left. They watched and waited. The figure's long slender fingers gripped the blade tighter in their hands, making the leather gloves squeak in protest. They turned their head slightly to the right, noticing a door to the linen closet and carefully made their way in.
After hearing a double in her humming, she refused to hum again and instead she began rushing her shower so she could just go to bed. She turned off the water after rinsing the soap off her body and stepped out the shower, shivering slightly while she looked around the large bathroom.
'I really need to find myself a new apartment.'
She grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her body, twisting her long locks into a messy bun at the top of her head before exiting the bathroom. Before she could make it to her bedroom, a strong pull of her bun brought her back. She let out a scream as her hands flew to the assailant – trying to wrench their hands off her hair but it was no use. Before she could let out another scream, her hair was yanked back again, this time harder. Her legs flailed up as she was dragged back into the bathroom, a leather clad hand now covering her mouth.
The figure dropped Brookelle's head straight onto the floor before going around and on top of her. She began to kick and squirm, clawing at the person and ready to take advantage of the momentary release of her mouth until the assailant punched her straight across the jaw. The shock froze her for a few seconds, making it easy for the figure to restrain her and they swiftly place the blade into her mouth.
Brookelle's eyes went wide and tears formed, she began to sob and stopped fighting. 'Is this really how I'm going to go down.'
The blade swiped across her throat, ending her life instantly. The figure got up, their breathing a little labored. They looked around at the now bloody mess around the bathroom and shook their head. 'Stupid bitch, could've made this a little easier for me.'
Looking back down at the now lifeless woman, they tilted their head to the left letting a small smile begin to form on their face. The figure bent down in front of the now dead woman analyzing her form and her beautiful face. They gently picked her head up as it slightly lolled to the side. Picking up the discarded blade from beside them, they began to leave a message for the wonderful men in blue.
'This should render us a warm welcoming. Thanks, Hun.'
Once their masterpiece was complete, they dropped the woman's head – a small thud once she hit the floor followed. Walking over to the sink, they turned the faucet on and began to rinse the knife off as a call came through again. They dried up the knife onto the woman's towel and switched the knife for the phone within their pocket, "It's done."
Some static, "Good, come back. We'll check on everything in the morning."
With a last look at the woman, the figure nodded, "will do."
This is Chapter 2 revised.
