Post by bloodymary on Feb 11, 2007 22:58:51 GMT
The city is a beautiful place. And yet... And yet, it was so damn ugly. The triumphs of mankind, huge buildings a monument to our arrogance. Like a billion fingers, all pointing toward the heavens, as if blaming God for our mistakes. The lights blotting out the stars, the things we cannot reach... It's always been the nature of mankind to hide from sight the things we can't take for ourselves. A horrible practice, to be sure, but it was how the human race was.
These were the thoughts going through Adrian's head as she held a 30.6 hunting rifle to local thug Jack Hoagland's forehead.
"Oh g- oh God, please don't kill me! I have a fa- a fa- family!" he whimpered, but was cut silent by a sequence of sounds. The click of a bolt being pulled back; the slap of it going back down. The clatter of a finger fumbling with the trigger, and finally the loud, sharp snap of the bullet leaving the chamber. She sighed, and tossed the gun into a dumpster. Trash day was tomorrow, the evidence would be crushed. This alleyway was filthy, so they wouldn't think it was blood... Unless the trash collectors liked to lick the smelly stains in a New Jersey back alleyway. She scoffed at this, and began loading the body into the car parked protecting the alleyway from both curious onlookers, and anyone who wanted to interfere. It was parked just so that the trunk was technically inside the alleyway, but everything in front of that was outside the alley. The Bently creaked under the sudden weight, but Adrian mumbled a romanian curse at it to show the machine who's boss. Well, that was her work for the night, now she was planning on maybe grabbing a bite to eat and dumping the body off the bridge, near the highway. The water would speed up the decomposition, so if she weighed the body down with a heavy rock, it would stay at the bottom.
These were the thoughts going through Adrian's head as she held a 30.6 hunting rifle to local thug Jack Hoagland's forehead.
"Oh g- oh God, please don't kill me! I have a fa- a fa- family!" he whimpered, but was cut silent by a sequence of sounds. The click of a bolt being pulled back; the slap of it going back down. The clatter of a finger fumbling with the trigger, and finally the loud, sharp snap of the bullet leaving the chamber. She sighed, and tossed the gun into a dumpster. Trash day was tomorrow, the evidence would be crushed. This alleyway was filthy, so they wouldn't think it was blood... Unless the trash collectors liked to lick the smelly stains in a New Jersey back alleyway. She scoffed at this, and began loading the body into the car parked protecting the alleyway from both curious onlookers, and anyone who wanted to interfere. It was parked just so that the trunk was technically inside the alleyway, but everything in front of that was outside the alley. The Bently creaked under the sudden weight, but Adrian mumbled a romanian curse at it to show the machine who's boss. Well, that was her work for the night, now she was planning on maybe grabbing a bite to eat and dumping the body off the bridge, near the highway. The water would speed up the decomposition, so if she weighed the body down with a heavy rock, it would stay at the bottom.