As much as I could say that what happened next is little more then a fairly opulent peice of fiction, I have it on good authority that the following did occur and in such a way that matches what I shall describe next, as my own mind wandered from one place to another as the weight of my captive audience began to show through. A few stray beads of sweat escaping the plastic pressed against my face an trickling down my nose and into the corner of my eye, the salty discharge a mostly unpleasent and irritating experience all in all, my arms braced for the heavy lifting they would soon be forced to do. It was of the utmost important that I arked it just right, so I took his underarms in my own and began to swing him slowly back and forth a few times, waiting for the third motion to let him loose and allow gravity to do the rest of the work. His form hadnt been the best and by the time he made contact with the door's frame his head and neck were the first things to collide together, and with a deeply resounding thud the entire door came down and off of it's supports, my volenteer battering ram now out cold and looking as if he were using the door for a pillow. My next move had me casually making my own entrance into the room and mutely addressing the version of "The View" that only as cruel as Charles Manson could hope to string together with the same pair of dead eyes, the man with the yellowed teeth had seemed to come to terms with what my intentions were and yanked the one woman's arm within his clammy grasp. Lunging back a few feet further away from my own shadow and trying to make a break for a window on the far end of the suite, but what niether of us had expected was that when he tried to jerk his captive forward to follow him was that the woman would be prepared. Her one arm contorted around that which had been holding her steady, and from under her not so elegently skimpy skirt came the sheen of a blade horridly attached to a flashdrive by a wad of masking tape which sank in just below his left rib.
Leaving barely enough time for the first body to hit the floor, the rest of the brigade dispersed into two main groups: the first being those who were attempting to vacate the premises and not be tied to any of the evidence that was sure to be made, and those who were diligently wanting a chance to do the both of us in. One was just about to get his hand atop of the doorknob as I hurled a chair of the most decadent of cherry mahogany and watched it make contact with his temple, most likely disoriented but I couldnt take my eyes off of the others to eliminate the threat, narrowly escaping one punch while twisting my own arm around the hand of another and bending it elsewhere until I heard it pop out of its socket. Using another peice of idle furniture in the room beside me for much needed leverage, I launched myself off of the ground and onto the cushions of a plush burgandy sofa and leapt from there, in mid air landing a kick to the throat of the man who's punch I had just avoided. My masked help was fairing a bit better, as four different men all diverged and were thinking of springing an ambush as they came from all sides on a diagnal, although her style would serve to give away far more then I had imagined as she flung her weight into one of them and with a wild and animilastic furosity snapped his neck. She then took the same blade in hand and ripped open the one man's juggular, a deathened violet red liquid pooling as he fell onto his back, gasping for air but for air butinstead gurgling on the very same murky iron-rich fluid. The most sickening thing about it all was the unprecidented level of enjoyment that she took in taking her her blade to each and every one of them as they tried her on for size, twirling and swirling around with the flexibility of a gymnist on the balance beam as she cut through them like butter. Her gleeful nature would get the best of her in time, however, as the last of them remaining came at her while she was preoccupied with adding a few more wounds to one of her victims for good measure...but as he went to grope her thigh she completely turned her body over and capsized atop of him. Her makeshift defense now a tad dulled from the overexertion, she drove it home between the mans legs repeatedely as his eyes engorged and he slowly limped across the hardwood surface floor before going silent some ten feet later.
"Fuck..." I muttered as I let the vomit-inducing scenary sink in, the faint sound of sirens in the distance closing in having my heart skip a beat, and the sins committed only seconds earlier calling my eyes to avert to my counterpart as she revealed that same decorated face. "Temptress...you know, you could have given me some heads up?"
"What? And leave all of the fun for you? Besides...this is more of my style, anyway. I mean...I'm looking...and I dont think you killed anyone. Good little boyscout." She lectured me, scanning the room and tallying up the bodies and realizing that my own opponents were still breathing.
"You dont always have to kill them, you know...like...him for example." I remarked as I titled my head to the body with the drag mark behind it.
"What?" She asked, as if she hadnt done anything wrong.
"Listen, you didnt have to stab me to know that had to hurt, thats...just wrong." My voice fell to almost a whisper as a shiver came over me.
"It made him stop, didn't it?" She asked, again.
"Yes, but...he was a big guy, alright? I'm sure there were dozens of other places you could have gone for." I implied.
"They wouldn't have been nearly as fun, though." She concluded.
"Ah, so there we have it! What if a guy tried to stab you between the legs?" I franticly asked her.
"Most do...they just offer to buy me a drink first." She hissed with a bit of tongue sticking out as my mouth almost hit the floor at the coy attitude coming out of her, although by that point I really shouldnt have been suprised in the slightest. "Besides, boyscout, shouldnt we be worrying about something else...like how we're getting out of here, maybe?"
"Yeah...right." I didn't have the time to argue, and the two of us needed to put about as much distance between the place as a cafeteria catholic does to the new testament, the windows being as good a place to check as any at this point. The only thing I could see once I looked outward and downward from our great height, was a stretch of tarp that was pulled tightly over the entrance to the main lobby, just how much weight or pressure it could hold I had no idea...but it was the only idea we had. "Alright, so, how are you with falling out of a building?"
"I thought you'd never ask..." She mused, peering out of the window and instantly we were on the same page, although my own thoughts had been overcome with doubts about just what would happen should we go straight through. A far more cartoonish splat sound effect ringing out in my head, diluting the harsh reality that we were literally diving into a sea of asphalt with enough force to break every bone in our bodies if we would be off on our jump be a mere few feet. Not much else in the way of rationalization could be done, however, as she had already placed half of herself out the window and was raring to go away with my asinine escape route which had been nothing short of suicide. Temptress, for a lack of a better way of wording this, decided to quell my fears and anxiety like any other sane individual would have done given the situation...by pulling me out of the hotel suite and out of the window by the hand and sending the two of us rushing through the air with a loud swoosh coming from all sides as we began to pick up speed in our descent. The earthy teal tarp quickly approaching us both as we tried to correct our form so that we would land feet first, or in the very least I had that rationale, the two of us preparing for the crash as best we could I finally found myself able to feel the same sense of ease that she had as she screamed like a child on a roller coaster.
Don't worry...you'll survive...let the breeze guide you.
And let it guide me I did, much to the delight of the both of us, we each managed to make it out of there without raising any attention to where we had gone or that we were even there to begin with, the only true issue being in the fact that the enormous amount of pressure had caused a rubber band effect that sent us quite a ways back. But like I said, we weren't going to complain about being sprung away from the scene of the crime, although the sore tailbone I had after the turbulent landing of my ass onto a section of roughly uneven sidewalk was worth the griping. Collecting myself despite the soreness and pain that would course through my spine the whole time I chose to stand, I still returned the favor and helped up my maniacal and well equipped partner and the two of us pathetically sauntered throughout the darkened backstreets of the Gotham night. She had told me to let her show me somewhere that would amaze me, and like a man who felt he had the world granting him all of the right exceptions, I greedily remained a man of cautious optimism over where exactly she wished to bring me. At this point the options were endless, and my night had been all but spent in the department of actually having some sort of plans in place, so I agreed and removed my cloak and instead carried it just under my arm as we made our way forward towards a very old and rustic church.
"So...is this the part where you drug me, and then start selling my hair on eBay, maybe tie me up and have a blood sacrifice?" I questioned her, jokingly.
"First of all, nobody would want to pay that much for your hair, and second...I don't do a blood sacrifice on a first date." She countered, making her way up the two flights of stone stairs before opening the door just an inch, her own slender shape gliding on through and leaving nothing but the length of her hand motioning me to follow after her. Not as graceful of an entry into the cathedral for myself, as I went halfway in before having a piece of my stomach catch the door and cause it to creak, the absence of any other sound at such a late hour causing it to echoes loudly throughout the open hall. A long precession of pews came on each side stood before us, with roughly a dozen per side with a small alter elevated above it and a square confessional box being off to the right side of it all. "So...how well do you...concentrate under pressure?"
"Well, I know not to pick the red wire if i'm on the bomb squad...I think." I replied, not quite understanding the scope of the question, or the implication.
"Well...i'm feeling like I've done some...very...bad things tonight...and I think I need to be cleansed. Wouldn't you be so kind and...save...my soul." She winked as she nearly ran to the confessional and pulled back the purple curtain obscuring the inside.
"Jesus...I mean, yeah, i'm not coming back from that one. You're crazy, you've got blood on your clothes, and...you expect me to have sex with you in the middle of the night...in a church?" I asked, incredulously.
"And so are yours...you know, god's the biggest pervert of them all? You seem like the most normal person on the outside, but...I can tell that you have some very...fucked up things going on in there...and I just want to help you let them out, okie?" That smile, with teeth so perfectly tended to masking a forked tongue. "You've almost died...a lot lately...maybe it's about time you started living a little?"
Listen, I can accept the demonization that comes with most of the dumbass things I've agreed to in my life, but over the years i'd still stand by the statement that you need to take some risks in order to sort through the life you lead and get to the life you long for. We all chose a toxic situation or something that would only bring us further pain or complications from time to time, but it was the scar that the moment left us with that made us wise enough to stand up for ourselves later in life, and also let's not get things crossed when I say that she was beginning to strip off her tainted clothing before I even gave an answer. A purple and black dress that was tightened at the top to close the breast section by a single drawstring-type black fiber, the faint light of the moon glimmering off of it and tantalizing me further, a lovely ruffled skirt that was just as short up close as I had expected it to be. And with each of those items being thrown off to the side, the distance between us closed to a hair and soon enough even that was between my fingertips, she knew that she had ensnared me in her arms once again and that was the source of her gleeful giggling as I sank my teeth into the nape of her neck. I pulled her into the confessional fully and as I fell onto the small bench that was pushed down and level with the floor she climbed onto my lap and pulled me in for a kiss by the neck, the two of us attacking one another in such a throw of passion that was as lavishly undeniable as it was a poison to the soul. Her thighs latched onto my waist as soon as I had matched her own nakedness, and she started to focus on the emotions as well as the increasingly erratic rise and fall of my chest as she continued to take her place, given some freedom as my own lips and teeth explored her chest while she did. The escalation was coming to a full tilt and she was trying to bring me to the very apex of ecstasy and then through me off of it, her eyes still only concerned with how it all had been able to make me feel. But sadly enough, for the both of us, we had received an unwelcome surprise.
"Get out of there, now, with your hands up!" A distinctively male voice berated the two of us, my body stiffening up, and in the panic I couldn't seem to find my clothes to try and explain away the situation with a clever line or a vague excuse. But what was most disturbing of all was that in my panic and error, my other half had positioned herself behind me and had raised her right leg as though she were going to kick a soccer ball, and the force of the strike sent me out into the church once again. Only this time, I was butt naked.
"Wait, wait! I'm unarmed...and...I...I can explain!" I stammered, the lack of clothes not being an issue so much as the bloody clothing inside of the confessional had been, as he inched his way over to the box from which I had just been flown out of and hurriedly yanking the curtain back to find it completely empty. Not just empty, but picked clean entirely: no clothes, no girl, no costume. And now I stood in the moonlight, butt ass naked to a cop who had half a mind to shoot me quite literally in the ass, and now I was completely on my own.