"Brigitte Snaps"

24. Look Pretty and Bleed

Brigitte is cold. It's not cold anywhere, actually, but her eyelids, part of her nose and her inner thighs are freezing. Standing in front of the greenhouse, ankle-deep in snow, in pain and bleeding, she crosses her arms and looks at Sam, who is standing there, wearing a pea coat and holding knives. He looks like a deranged sailor who just got off the ship to go kill himself some virgins.

"I feel like a piece of meat!" She says, teeth chattering, "It's too windy to smell anything anyway. This is a waste of time!"

Another gust rolls in to make her shiver and prove her point.

"Just look pretty and bleed, alright?" Sam replies, "It's the only kind of lure we know other than dogs! And I tried the damn pet store already, they aren't selling dogs anymore!"

Brigitte clenches her teeth, tenses her muscles and bears it. Look pretty and bleed. She has the bleeding part down pat, that's for sure.