Part Six: Just Got Wicked
Double doors swung shut, and a man had just left through them. A neon light sign above the doors read The Shanty. The man, Spade, drunk and cursing his ass off, stumbled around on the sidewalk. It started to rain, as if on cue to wash away the stench of the unkind. Reeking of alcohol, Spade spotted some woman walking by herself coming towards him.
'I'm gonna have me a lil' fun' was the only thing on Spade's mind.
But as he was ready to knock the woman out, then rape her unconscious body, the woman, wearing all black, pulled out a sword, and sliced off his out stuck hands.
"Glad to meet you again Spade, drunk as usual?" the woman, in her black and white mime makeup, held the sword down at her side.
"You BITCH! You cut my hands off!" Spade shouted with drunken slurs.
"Oh, your hands you no longer needed." Jen said, a smirk of revenge on her painted face. "Which also means you wont need your feet either." she swung the sword, removing two feet, ankle high, from the rest of two legs. Spade fell on his back on the sidewalk, screaming loudly as he fell.
Jen grabbed Spade's long blond hair, and proceeded in pulling him into a near by ally, sword still in hand. Crouched down in front of him, Jen laid the sword on the ground near her feet. "Does having your hands and feet cut off hurt? Because it looks like it feels really painful." Jen said mockingly, a huge smirk upon her face.
This hurts so bad.
"Good." Jen replied.
Please make it stop.
"No."
Please kill me.
"Only slowly."
Oh God, please make it stop.
"God? God wont help you. God doesn't like you." Jen stood, katana in hand. "God hates you." A nearby dirty sock provided the perfect gag so that her second rapper wouldn't be able to scream for help, at least, not loud enough to be heard by passing people.
She looked into his eyes, analyzing what might be going through his mind. His eyes, were moving back and forth rapidly, pupils dilated. Jen was satisfied with her work. She stood up, looked down at Spade, then put two fingers from each of her hands onto his temples. Memories flooded from a death shattered mind into a lost humanity mind.
Spade began to have spasms and seizures, crumpling to the fetal position on the ground at Jen's feet. She decided that her sword, old and rusty, would provide little use in the near future, so she pulled it back out of its sheath, then slammed it hard, through the thighs of Spade, puncturing the ground as well. This kept Spade in one spot, unmoving, till he would bleed to death some few hours later.
"Goodbye Spade, hope you like the final images I gave you." Jen curtsied. "See you in hell."
Double doors swung shut, and a man had just left through them. A neon light sign above the doors read The Shanty. The man, Spade, drunk and cursing his ass off, stumbled around on the sidewalk. It started to rain, as if on cue to wash away the stench of the unkind. Reeking of alcohol, Spade spotted some woman walking by herself coming towards him.
'I'm gonna have me a lil' fun' was the only thing on Spade's mind.
But as he was ready to knock the woman out, then rape her unconscious body, the woman, wearing all black, pulled out a sword, and sliced off his out stuck hands.
"Glad to meet you again Spade, drunk as usual?" the woman, in her black and white mime makeup, held the sword down at her side.
"You BITCH! You cut my hands off!" Spade shouted with drunken slurs.
"Oh, your hands you no longer needed." Jen said, a smirk of revenge on her painted face. "Which also means you wont need your feet either." she swung the sword, removing two feet, ankle high, from the rest of two legs. Spade fell on his back on the sidewalk, screaming loudly as he fell.
Jen grabbed Spade's long blond hair, and proceeded in pulling him into a near by ally, sword still in hand. Crouched down in front of him, Jen laid the sword on the ground near her feet. "Does having your hands and feet cut off hurt? Because it looks like it feels really painful." Jen said mockingly, a huge smirk upon her face.
This hurts so bad.
"Good." Jen replied.
Please make it stop.
"No."
Please kill me.
"Only slowly."
Oh God, please make it stop.
"God? God wont help you. God doesn't like you." Jen stood, katana in hand. "God hates you." A nearby dirty sock provided the perfect gag so that her second rapper wouldn't be able to scream for help, at least, not loud enough to be heard by passing people.
She looked into his eyes, analyzing what might be going through his mind. His eyes, were moving back and forth rapidly, pupils dilated. Jen was satisfied with her work. She stood up, looked down at Spade, then put two fingers from each of her hands onto his temples. Memories flooded from a death shattered mind into a lost humanity mind.
Spade began to have spasms and seizures, crumpling to the fetal position on the ground at Jen's feet. She decided that her sword, old and rusty, would provide little use in the near future, so she pulled it back out of its sheath, then slammed it hard, through the thighs of Spade, puncturing the ground as well. This kept Spade in one spot, unmoving, till he would bleed to death some few hours later.
"Goodbye Spade, hope you like the final images I gave you." Jen curtsied. "See you in hell."
