She Sighed – Chapter 6
He watched her from the house across the street. Licking the drying blood from his fingertips, he spared a quick glance behind him at the elderly couple strewn disjointedly on the floor. He had snuck in the back door while they sat together in the living room watching CSI: Miami. There were dishes in the sink and pots on the stove, evidence that they had just finished their dinner. He had found it horribly amusing that the television screen showed the horrors of murder when he had just finished the same act.
From early evening to the early hours of the following morning, Victor Creed, known by most as Sabertooth, sat in a recliner and watched for his prey. By mid-morning, he was growing increasingly impatient but outwardly remained calm. He absentmindedly moved the forefinger of his right hand in a forward and backward motion, scratching a straight line into the arm of the recliner. Stuffing came out in tiny clumps and formed around the opening he had made, some fell to the floor. He kicked at the tiny beige coloured lumps with the toe of his boot. His ears perked and he leaned forward when he saw the front door to Elaine's house open. Almost timidly, she glanced up and down the street before stepping away from the portal and quickly walking down the lane to the mailbox. He could tell that her hand trembled slightly as she opened the mailbox and withdrew a small bundle of mail. She spared quick glances and walked quickly back into the house. With a soft click of the door shutting, she was gone from his view. Eyes still on the adjacent house, he sat back and continued to scratch away on the arm of the chair.
Elaine set the mail on the table by the door and rushed into the kitchen located in the rear of her house. She turned on the cold-water tap in the sink and reached for a glass from the cupboard as she waited for it to get cold. Her hand trembled as she placed the glass under the tap. Seconds later it was full and she drank it down at once, leaving the cold-water tap running. Setting the glass on the counter, she glanced behind her in the direction she had just come. Nothing, or should she say no one. She heaved a weighty sigh and turned back towards the sink. "Relax," she thought to herself. "There's no one there."
"Bang."
She screamed and tried to turn towards the voice. A hand slammed into her shoulder and forced her to fall forward against the counter. She picked up the empty glass and brought it smashing as she whirled around. It left her hand and smashed harmlessly against the opposite wall. She straightened and stared down the barrel of a Beretta.
"You should have stayed outta sight, babe" her assailant warned.
"No!" She screamed and ran into the living room. He fired two shots at her before he caught up with her and, grabbing a fistful of hair, threw her to the floor. She struggled to her hands and knees and tried to crawl away from him. He kicked her in the ribs, the force of which propelled her in the direction of the hallway. She whimpered loudly and begged for her life. With a feral grin, he bent down to her and struck her on the temple with the butt of his gun.
Sabertooth approached from behind with his current master, Mr. Sinister, in tow. "Took ya long enough to take out the old hag," he commented.
"No matter, the task is done and the game is set in play." Mr. Sinister grinned. "She'll be here soon enough. Get the woman.."
Picking the old woman up and slinging her over his shoulder, the hired muscle followed Sabertooth and Sinister out the back door. Sabertooth hung back to lap cold water from the tap in the kitchen sink before turning it off. Sinister instructed, "Pick up that broken glass and bring it with you, Victor." Grumbling, Sabertooth obeyed then exited, shoving the broken pieces of glass into his trench coat pocket.
