Wendy...
I stop my car, but I hesitate at turning off the motor, which continued to purr like some mechanical cat. The girls were gone but there was an unmistakable hunger to the air. I grinned and Gladys eased into my free hand. I turn off the car.
I watch Miho patrol the rooftops, a nimble assassin whose skills are second to none. She's beautiful, deadly and scary. Her slender curves made a delicious silhouette against the moon, sword in hand. Flesh and steel, cruelty and beauty have all intertwined in her. To see her in action is like seeing poetry kill.
She never makes a sound, ever, and I believe that is the scariest thing about her.
I get out of my Porsche and look around. I see no one and I head up to Gail's quarters, my heels clicked on the stairs like a pronouncement of doom.
It's quiet. Too quiet, I tell myself as I walk down the hall to Gail's room. I kick in the door, Gladys in hand, and look around. I was shocked by the sight that kicked me in gut. Girls, the girls that I and Miho were supposed to protect, lay strewn across the room. Some had their clothes ripped, but most were...unmolested. Blood seeped into the carpet and began congealing, the dark crimson reflected the dull overhead lightbulbs.
I put my hand over my mouth. "God." I tiptoe through the room and force myself to look each girl in the face. Kyra, Terra, Denise, Rose... all of them were dead and glaring up at me with their accusing eyes. With a prayer of thanks, I knew that Gail wasn't among our girls. I found a ray of hope in the dim possibility she could be alive somewhere, plotting away with Dwight on how to get back at these bastards.
I hear a quiet voice behind me say, "I'm sorry about this, Miss. If it were up to me, things would be different."