mad world
To see a truck transporting goods throughout the city is not necessarily something out of the norm. In fact, it is a daily occurrence. However, today, a transport was sent out. A transport with no real destination and drop off. However, it does pull to park several blocks down from one Conrad Hotel
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But they get her by the hair, and she sees the needle going towards her, and she knows it's got a sedative in it, and if they get that into her, it's over. She's desperate, screaming and kicking and they're getting closer and closer and--
Something clicks into place. Like flicking a switch that sets off a chain reaction of trap doors and vents, and suddenly she looks up, completely serious, and tilts her head just a little.
And then she lets herself go. She moves with precision and grace, all violence, no fear, and she is beautiful. This is what they made her for. This is what they made her to do.
So she kills them. Snap this one's neck and break this one's back and stab this one in the stomach with a chair leg - it's blunt but she has the right angle, the right leverage, and it goes through him like a knife through butter. She kills them all, and stands in the middle of the room not even breathing hard, calmly surveying the damage. She crouches down by one of them, the one she stabbed, and dips her fingers in the blood, and smears it in lines on her face.
War paint. They will know her when she comes, they will run, and they will die.
She stands and walks out of the room. April, the little lost part of consciousness who's not really aware right now, somehow still has the influence enough to curb the weapon from harming anyone in the hotel, though once she's out of the building, there's no guarantee she won't kill you because you're alive.
She leaves behind only one body behind, a chair leg through his stomach.
Chicago, beware.
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