p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"strongem~Chapter 3~/em/strong/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Tiffany was sitting in her cell, drawing up the newest plans for her escape. The guards let her go to the bathroom and she kills the ones that follow her. They'll probably be the ones that she isn't taking care of already. emEven if they are, I can't risk them telling./em She smiled. The last person she killed was a rush job and threats and blackmail weren't strong enough for her. She thought of something her best friend told her once, that killing was exactly like a drug and you either got addicted or torn up about it. emHow right you were beautiful. It's a drug and an addiction that there's no rehab for. The thrills are just too good./em She needed a good kill that wasn't so bloody. emI hope he knows that I really did do it. The whole thing was a set up from before he even met me. I had planned to write more but the blood was hard to spray onto the roof like that. Where's my picture? I'll put it into my project./em She got up and went to look around the mattresses on her walls. One of them by the door had a slice in it where she hid her trophies from the guards that weren't helping her./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"She found what she was looking for and plugged the memory card into her computer. The picture uploaded and she placed it in just the right place in her document. The effect was instant. She wanted to place more pictures of her work in the file to give it more of a truthful ring but then the whole thing would be boastful. She needed pictures of the room. emWell, I think they'll get the idea when they read it./em She did her best to draw up what the room looked like. emIt's crap, but its helpful crap. /emShe added it to her paper./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Someone knocked on her door before entering. It was one of the guards, one that wasn't on her side. The guard saw everything; the computer and papers, the slice in the wall, everything that wasn't supposed to be there./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Tiffany moved quickly. She grabbed the knife she'd gotten from her hiding spot and charged the guard. The guard made for her gun but had her hand gashed. Tiffany grabbed the guard and pulled her into the room then closed the door. She reached into the wall and grabbed a handful of padding. The guard grabbed her gun with her good hand and shot at Tiffany, merely skinning her. Tiffany cut the guard's other hand and the gun fell to the ground. She shoved the padding into the face of the guard and held it there until the she stopped moving. Tiffany, with the hand that held the knife, removed the padding while keeping the knife on the skin. With her free hand, she picked up the gun. She took three steps back and shot the woman in the heart./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Tiffany moved back to the body and made a deep incision beneath the jaw line. Blood flowed smoothly out of the gashes in the body and crept from the floor to the walls. It stained the clean white cell a royal shade of crimson. Tiffany watched the body start to lose its color and the cell take it all./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Miss Tiffany?! Are you alright in there?" One of the guards who actually strongwanted/strong to work for her was pounding on the door, her face in the small window on the door./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I'm fine Syl. You can come in, if you like." Tiffany called without looking back. "I don't want her moved until she's empty. My room is to have the homey touch now. Got it? No matter what. If the police come or anyone else, the body is to stay here, 'kay? You must hide my things though. And could you please clean this?" She handed Syl the bloody knife and gun./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""You're hurt. Do you want to go to the medical center?" Syl asked, motioning to the tear in Tiffany's uniform and blood spot on her side./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I can walk there on my own, thank you. Just do as I have asked and meet me there when you're done." She turned and walked out of her cell ahead of the other woman, both leaving the door open, to the bloody scene for the other prisoners. Syl understood that Tiffany ran everything by fear and strength. To see her walk away from that, bleeding but alive, would prove to the conspirators that she wasn't someone to be messed with or over powered./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Syl walked down the hall, behind Tiffany, until the broom closet where she was headed. She went in and did as she was told. She cleaned the fingerprints from the gun and scrubbed the knife until it shone. She put the gun in a cracked tile in the ceiling and took the knife back to the cell. She cleaned up all of the prohibited items and put them where she knew Tiffany would be able to get them, but the ones who didn't know where they were couldn't. Syl fixed up the wall so that it was normal in appearance and worked around the body and tried not to step in any blood. Then she started off to meet Tiffany./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Sylvya. Sylvya. Why do you work for that woman?" She turned to face Margret Hans in the hall. "She killed me you know. With that knife you just cleaned. It had already been covered in my blood when she started work on that guard."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Yeah. Too bad you bleed like a cow. Otherwise, dear sister, you may have been out of the morgue much, much sooner. How was it? Like your future? How about those slabs?" Sylvya spoke with an arrogant smile as her sister came closer./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Funny. Where is she now?" Margret fell into step with Sylvya and they went towards the medical wing. "Is she alright?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""She got shot at and a little scrape but I think she'll be fine. You saw the number she did on the other chick. Yours seems pale in comparison. How's the big guy doing?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Still in a coma, smart ass. I'll get back to him if he ever wakes up. If he doesn't, then his family will finish him for me. No one wants a Veggie for a father." Margret pulled out a compact from her clutch and checked her eyes. "I spy with my little eye, a gun to a head."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""How far back?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Around the corner. Don't worry, it's the reporter. What's his name? Tim? Charles? He's got a gun to the head of the guy I had to flirt with to get the job. Josh. He looks terrified. Hmhmhm." She fought with a giggle. "You know, he really is kind of cute. I think, if he lives, I might really go with him."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Yeah, sis. He'd totally want to go out with a zombie." Sylvya rolled her eyes and sped up. "You can't explain to him anything. You blew it all when you used him. I think you really should've gone after Charles. Then everything would've been more helpful."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I don't plan that far ahead okay. I didn't know she was going to make him her main. I thought I was going to have fun with my role and get somewhere. I really thought that she would tell me who I should wiggle my job from but when she didn't I went for the easiest, nicest one. She just didn't like my choice." Margret glanced back at Josh and Charles. She saw Josh get yanked back behind the wall./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Still there?" Sylvya snuck a peek and saw Charles's eye and forehead rush back./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"The two of them walked their fastest the rest of the way and got to the infirmary in less then a minute. They found Tiffany and told her that they were being followed by Charles and they thought that Josh was a hostage. She just smiled, put her finger to her lips and exited through the other door. They decided to make like they were visiting someone else and went over to the next bed. They sat with the sleeping person and noticed that it was the nurse who had been tending to the convicts that Tiffany had decided to kill. They moved the blanket more down and saw Tiffany's handy-work all over her body. Cuts and removed important parts. She had a hole in her stomach and chest. The poor nurse was missing her heart and her 'baby-oven'. She seemed to be only in her late twenties or early thirties. She was there because she needed a job and she died there because of Tiffany./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"They didn't see any blood on the bed that hadn't been transferred from the already cut up body. Curiosity took over and they started to look for her organs. They weren't by her bed so they went over to where Tiffany had been, and found the tools she used. They cleaned them and put them back to where they were supposed to be. Once everything was in order, they searched the storage area and all the containers they could reach. They finally found the organs in the glass jar filled with embalming fluid. The organs looked pinkish and were spinning around each other as if they'd just been placed./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Yeah, remind me why we want to be a part of this…" Sylvya said to Margret while taking the jar off the shelf and shaking it up./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I want to because I've been her friend since before she was found out. I also feel guilty for causing her brother's death. This is how I make it up to her. You're willing because you're too good of a big sis to let me do it on my own. You love me to much to fight with me or leave me in a mess like this."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Right. Well, you did more then cause her brother's death, you helped plan it. She knows that you had a hand in it as well?" Sylvya placed the jar back and turned to face her sister fully./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Yeah. She found out at the funeral when I went off for a smoke and came back with a hat. She figured I robbed the dead or someone else at the funeral until she saw me place it on her brother's coffin. That had been his calling card whenever he did a job. I guess she caught on fast because not even a second later I got dragged off to an inquisition."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""You could've been Mrs. Margret 'Reaper' if you hadn't gone the right way. You found out and killed the man who killed our neighbors. After that you work for his sister in her 'Ripper' business." Sylvya placed her hands over her heart. "Such remorse."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""You wouldn't know. You just clean up her messes and pose as her CSI when she needs you to run errands." Margret waved her sister off and said, "Do you think the guys are still out there?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Tiffany was sitting in her cell, drawing up the newest plans for her escape. The guards let her go to the bathroom and she kills the ones that follow her. They'll probably be the ones that she isn't taking care of already. emEven if they are, I can't risk them telling./em She smiled. The last person she killed was a rush job and threats and blackmail weren't strong enough for her. She thought of something her best friend told her once, that killing was exactly like a drug and you either got addicted or torn up about it. emHow right you were beautiful. It's a drug and an addiction that there's no rehab for. The thrills are just too good./em She needed a good kill that wasn't so bloody. emI hope he knows that I really did do it. The whole thing was a set up from before he even met me. I had planned to write more but the blood was hard to spray onto the roof like that. Where's my picture? I'll put it into my project./em She got up and went to look around the mattresses on her walls. One of them by the door had a slice in it where she hid her trophies from the guards that weren't helping her./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"She found what she was looking for and plugged the memory card into her computer. The picture uploaded and she placed it in just the right place in her document. The effect was instant. She wanted to place more pictures of her work in the file to give it more of a truthful ring but then the whole thing would be boastful. She needed pictures of the room. emWell, I think they'll get the idea when they read it./em She did her best to draw up what the room looked like. emIt's crap, but its helpful crap. /emShe added it to her paper./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Someone knocked on her door before entering. It was one of the guards, one that wasn't on her side. The guard saw everything; the computer and papers, the slice in the wall, everything that wasn't supposed to be there./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Tiffany moved quickly. She grabbed the knife she'd gotten from her hiding spot and charged the guard. The guard made for her gun but had her hand gashed. Tiffany grabbed the guard and pulled her into the room then closed the door. She reached into the wall and grabbed a handful of padding. The guard grabbed her gun with her good hand and shot at Tiffany, merely skinning her. Tiffany cut the guard's other hand and the gun fell to the ground. She shoved the padding into the face of the guard and held it there until the she stopped moving. Tiffany, with the hand that held the knife, removed the padding while keeping the knife on the skin. With her free hand, she picked up the gun. She took three steps back and shot the woman in the heart./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Tiffany moved back to the body and made a deep incision beneath the jaw line. Blood flowed smoothly out of the gashes in the body and crept from the floor to the walls. It stained the clean white cell a royal shade of crimson. Tiffany watched the body start to lose its color and the cell take it all./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Miss Tiffany?! Are you alright in there?" One of the guards who actually strongwanted/strong to work for her was pounding on the door, her face in the small window on the door./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I'm fine Syl. You can come in, if you like." Tiffany called without looking back. "I don't want her moved until she's empty. My room is to have the homey touch now. Got it? No matter what. If the police come or anyone else, the body is to stay here, 'kay? You must hide my things though. And could you please clean this?" She handed Syl the bloody knife and gun./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""You're hurt. Do you want to go to the medical center?" Syl asked, motioning to the tear in Tiffany's uniform and blood spot on her side./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I can walk there on my own, thank you. Just do as I have asked and meet me there when you're done." She turned and walked out of her cell ahead of the other woman, both leaving the door open, to the bloody scene for the other prisoners. Syl understood that Tiffany ran everything by fear and strength. To see her walk away from that, bleeding but alive, would prove to the conspirators that she wasn't someone to be messed with or over powered./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Syl walked down the hall, behind Tiffany, until the broom closet where she was headed. She went in and did as she was told. She cleaned the fingerprints from the gun and scrubbed the knife until it shone. She put the gun in a cracked tile in the ceiling and took the knife back to the cell. She cleaned up all of the prohibited items and put them where she knew Tiffany would be able to get them, but the ones who didn't know where they were couldn't. Syl fixed up the wall so that it was normal in appearance and worked around the body and tried not to step in any blood. Then she started off to meet Tiffany./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Sylvya. Sylvya. Why do you work for that woman?" She turned to face Margret Hans in the hall. "She killed me you know. With that knife you just cleaned. It had already been covered in my blood when she started work on that guard."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Yeah. Too bad you bleed like a cow. Otherwise, dear sister, you may have been out of the morgue much, much sooner. How was it? Like your future? How about those slabs?" Sylvya spoke with an arrogant smile as her sister came closer./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Funny. Where is she now?" Margret fell into step with Sylvya and they went towards the medical wing. "Is she alright?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""She got shot at and a little scrape but I think she'll be fine. You saw the number she did on the other chick. Yours seems pale in comparison. How's the big guy doing?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Still in a coma, smart ass. I'll get back to him if he ever wakes up. If he doesn't, then his family will finish him for me. No one wants a Veggie for a father." Margret pulled out a compact from her clutch and checked her eyes. "I spy with my little eye, a gun to a head."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""How far back?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Around the corner. Don't worry, it's the reporter. What's his name? Tim? Charles? He's got a gun to the head of the guy I had to flirt with to get the job. Josh. He looks terrified. Hmhmhm." She fought with a giggle. "You know, he really is kind of cute. I think, if he lives, I might really go with him."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Yeah, sis. He'd totally want to go out with a zombie." Sylvya rolled her eyes and sped up. "You can't explain to him anything. You blew it all when you used him. I think you really should've gone after Charles. Then everything would've been more helpful."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I don't plan that far ahead okay. I didn't know she was going to make him her main. I thought I was going to have fun with my role and get somewhere. I really thought that she would tell me who I should wiggle my job from but when she didn't I went for the easiest, nicest one. She just didn't like my choice." Margret glanced back at Josh and Charles. She saw Josh get yanked back behind the wall./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Still there?" Sylvya snuck a peek and saw Charles's eye and forehead rush back./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"The two of them walked their fastest the rest of the way and got to the infirmary in less then a minute. They found Tiffany and told her that they were being followed by Charles and they thought that Josh was a hostage. She just smiled, put her finger to her lips and exited through the other door. They decided to make like they were visiting someone else and went over to the next bed. They sat with the sleeping person and noticed that it was the nurse who had been tending to the convicts that Tiffany had decided to kill. They moved the blanket more down and saw Tiffany's handy-work all over her body. Cuts and removed important parts. She had a hole in her stomach and chest. The poor nurse was missing her heart and her 'baby-oven'. She seemed to be only in her late twenties or early thirties. She was there because she needed a job and she died there because of Tiffany./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"They didn't see any blood on the bed that hadn't been transferred from the already cut up body. Curiosity took over and they started to look for her organs. They weren't by her bed so they went over to where Tiffany had been, and found the tools she used. They cleaned them and put them back to where they were supposed to be. Once everything was in order, they searched the storage area and all the containers they could reach. They finally found the organs in the glass jar filled with embalming fluid. The organs looked pinkish and were spinning around each other as if they'd just been placed./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Yeah, remind me why we want to be a part of this…" Sylvya said to Margret while taking the jar off the shelf and shaking it up./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I want to because I've been her friend since before she was found out. I also feel guilty for causing her brother's death. This is how I make it up to her. You're willing because you're too good of a big sis to let me do it on my own. You love me to much to fight with me or leave me in a mess like this."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Right. Well, you did more then cause her brother's death, you helped plan it. She knows that you had a hand in it as well?" Sylvya placed the jar back and turned to face her sister fully./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Yeah. She found out at the funeral when I went off for a smoke and came back with a hat. She figured I robbed the dead or someone else at the funeral until she saw me place it on her brother's coffin. That had been his calling card whenever he did a job. I guess she caught on fast because not even a second later I got dragged off to an inquisition."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""You could've been Mrs. Margret 'Reaper' if you hadn't gone the right way. You found out and killed the man who killed our neighbors. After that you work for his sister in her 'Ripper' business." Sylvya placed her hands over her heart. "Such remorse."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""You wouldn't know. You just clean up her messes and pose as her CSI when she needs you to run errands." Margret waved her sister off and said, "Do you think the guys are still out there?"/p