Chapter 5:
*Sorry it has taken so long for me to update! I have been extremely busy as we are now starting to study for finals, which consumes the majority of my time.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, except for Vivian. So don't flip out on me or anything of that nature.
Vivian ascended the steps of the apartment building with a sort of grace, her shoes clicking and crunching the stone under her feet as she went. She glanced at the watch on her wrist. Right on time, as usual. She walked around the corner of the apartment building's hallway, glancing at a piece of paper as she went. Apartment 73. Seventh floor, third door to the left. The light overhead flickered as she stopped in front of the door to number 73. She shoved the piece of paper into the side pocket on the bag she had on her back, and then knocked as politely as she could muster. The door opened, and a man opened the door, with a woman standing a little ways behind him.
"Could I have a minute of your time?" She said, looking up at him, and then smiling.
About twenty minutes later, Vivian was dragging a body across the floor of the apartment, her hourglass necklace swinging like a pendulum. She was dragging him from where she had killed him, the living room, to where she was supposed to leave him; the kitchen. She had already dragged the woman into the kitchen, and placed her where she was supposed to go. And that was the easy part. The man was heavy; almost twice her size and he had been easier to kill than to drag. She then turned the corner, and stepped onto the tile of the kitchen, taking a moment to pause and catch her breath before resuming the transport of the corpse.
It had all been too easy, really. They didn't even question who she was until she was standing over the two of them with one knife in her hand, and five others tucked into her belt. Only two had been used, which was expected. She didn't miss her mark unless she wanted too.
She finally dragged him into position, and then began the setup. The anonymous voice on the phone told her to make it look like it was a violent-fight-leads-to-suicide ordeal, and she was determined to make it look that way. She had already rubbed their finger prints all over everything, and now she just had to dispose of her white, blood stained gloves without arousing suspicion. But, she had already decided to do the fun part first.
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She stood on the roof of the apartment building, near the railing with her bow out and a plethora of arrows at her feet. She removed a container full of clear liquid and mounted it onto the railing. She carefully removed the lid and set it down on the floor. She then took off her necklace and hung it from the railing. Vivian picked up an arrow, dipped the tip in the container, and strung it. She pointed her foot out in front of her for balance, and the leaned forward to get a better view. Then, she turned over the hourglass and began shooting, softly singing to herself as she went. She shot arrow after arrow in the same fashion, swirling it around, and then shooting it. She had shot about twenty, and then she looked back at the hourglass. All the sand had moved from one side to the other, signaling time was up. She smiled and then peered over the precipice at her doings down below. Not bad. Not bad at all. About twenty people this time were on the ground, her new personal best. She kept singing as she packed up her things, and then walked back inside.