Love
"What is done out of love always takes place beyond good and evil." - Friedrich Nietzsche, Aphorism 153 Beyond Good and Evil.
The body was awkward, but not all that heavy. It is strange, that a corpse never seems as heavy as the person it once was. Like the soul has some sort of gravity, and leaves the shell that it's absence creates lighter for it's lack. Noman drags the body through the alleyway, positioning it where it should be found. It didn't matter if he left evidence; it was all someone else's evidence.
The body was that of a man. A man who had would have become a danger to Catherine. It was on one of her occasional furtive, nightly excursions to the club that they met earlier that night. She danced with him, shared a heated exchange in a private corner of a back room and then, cursing at Noman, was dragged away before the event could progress further. He followed Noman, arguing with him as he got Catherine in the cab. He paid the driver and gave him a location, back to the house. The man, who was getting angrier by the minute, tried to stop him by grabbing his arm. The .45 against his stomach surprised him.
Noman finished arranging the body of the man at the back of the alleyway. The bouncers, the cabbie, any number of people saw them arguing. It was a blessing then that he had been wearing an old face. One resembling Christian's, on a whim. The man had tried to talk his way out of it. Tried to apologize. Noman didn't even bother to reply. He lead the man down the street and into the alley near the club with the barrel of the handgun. And then he shot him. Twice in the chest, once in the head. The silencer fulfilled it's function perfectly, changing the sound into something else. Nobody came to investigate, even if they heard.
He removed the silencer, the one thing he could not leave at the scene, and dumped the gun a few blocks down. He changed his face, then staggered drunkenly out of the alley, waving down a cab unsteadily. In someone else's slurred voice, he directed the cabbie to a house near Catherine's, then leaned back to consider the things done in the name of love.
The body was awkward, but not all that heavy. It is strange, that a corpse never seems as heavy as the person it once was. Like the soul has some sort of gravity, and leaves the shell that it's absence creates lighter for it's lack. Noman drags the body through the alleyway, positioning it where it should be found. It didn't matter if he left evidence; it was all someone else's evidence.
The body was that of a man. A man who had would have become a danger to Catherine. It was on one of her occasional furtive, nightly excursions to the club that they met earlier that night. She danced with him, shared a heated exchange in a private corner of a back room and then, cursing at Noman, was dragged away before the event could progress further. He followed Noman, arguing with him as he got Catherine in the cab. He paid the driver and gave him a location, back to the house. The man, who was getting angrier by the minute, tried to stop him by grabbing his arm. The .45 against his stomach surprised him.
Noman finished arranging the body of the man at the back of the alleyway. The bouncers, the cabbie, any number of people saw them arguing. It was a blessing then that he had been wearing an old face. One resembling Christian's, on a whim. The man had tried to talk his way out of it. Tried to apologize. Noman didn't even bother to reply. He lead the man down the street and into the alley near the club with the barrel of the handgun. And then he shot him. Twice in the chest, once in the head. The silencer fulfilled it's function perfectly, changing the sound into something else. Nobody came to investigate, even if they heard.
He removed the silencer, the one thing he could not leave at the scene, and dumped the gun a few blocks down. He changed his face, then staggered drunkenly out of the alley, waving down a cab unsteadily. In someone else's slurred voice, he directed the cabbie to a house near Catherine's, then leaned back to consider the things done in the name of love.