HEARTLESS !
a collection of drabbles & oneshots
featuring my kingdom hearts oc, shadow kiara.
some chapters may present an AU version or
include themes from other series/fandoms.
Drabble #3
HIRED HELP
{unspecified series, modern time}
"Hey, hey, shhhh~" the female's voice hushed with a motherly tone, her finger reaching out to gently wipe at the tears bubbling in the corner of the older male's eyes. "There there. . . no need for crying. It'll be okay!" He flinched at her touch, eyes wild with panic, his screams and shouts effectively muffled by the layers of duct tape over his mouth.
Her form seemed so petite and delicate as she leaned over to try and comfort the man, whose business attire was bloodied and ripped, as he trembled on his knees, hands tied tightly behind his back. He was dangerously close to the edge of the rooftop of some high building in the city, close enough that he wavered and clenched every time her hands neared his body. He was a single push away from an untimely death.
"You wanna go out with at least a little bit 'o dignity, don'tcha?" She asked, her wide yellow eyes blinking with an almost childlike innocence, before shrugging her shoulders. "Well, I guess that doesn't really matter anyways, huh? Heh, you're dead, whadda you care about dignity then, right?" With a playful snicker, she placed a hand at his shoulder and again he flinched, his groans and muffled yelling becoming more frantic and loud. "Now- what did I say about the- shush, man, come on! You're supposed to be quiet, that's what the duct tape is for!" Gesturing to her lips, she furrowed her brow as he continued to make noise. "Geez, you're really gonna make me..."
Groaning herself, her hand moved up to beside his neck, fingers outstretching. Black smoke began to swirl and drift from her fingertips, her nails turning black as they suddenly extended into long, razor sharp claws. With a swift, graceful, fluid movement, those claws sank deep into his flesh and ripped out a handful of his throat. His muttering stopped, his eyes wide and glued to her, his body beginning to shake as blood gushed from his wound and soaked the front of his shirt, arterial spurts squirting little splashes of blood across the concrete between them.
Staring at the bloody chunk of flesh in her hand, she sighed, her lips pouty. "Tch, my client didn't want your body mutilated, ya know. Buttttttttt~ then again, this fall ain't gonna leave ya too pristine-lookin' anyways, so let's just say it was an extra messy landing." It barely took much strength to nudge her fist into his chest, and his body fell backwards and down he plummeted into the alleyway below. She tossed over the bloody fistful of vocal chords to fall after him, and cringed at the loud crash of his body colliding with the closed lid of a dumpster below, and as it bounced off and onto the ground, it managed to knock over several tin trash cans. The ugly, sharp sound echoed and carried through the empty, quiet night and she froze in place, hoping it hadn't drawn too much attention. It was never as much fun if the body was found right away.
After a moment, she took a breath and sighed with relief, but before she could turn around, she heard a small voice below, in the very same alleyway.
. . . . Shit.