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saltandammo

Saturday night, school grounds and beyond.

Feb 07, 2009 21:09

He had no idea where he was or how he got there, but none of that mattered. What mattered was the hunt ( Read more... )

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loverlyviolets February 8 2009, 02:50:15 UTC

This town seemed way too full of guys who were faithful to their wives, Vivian thought. The sad thing was, she kind of liked meeting somebody like that - it gave her hope that there really was a mister right out there, so she couldn't even wish the one who'd turned her down any ill will.

It did mean she needed to hit the streets again, though, if she wanted a place to stay tonight, looking for somebody who was interested in what she was selling. Maybe someplace darker, with a little less traffic?

saltandammo February 8 2009, 02:59:52 UTC

The streets were full tonight, so many places to turn, choices to make. He was greedy though. He wanted them all.

loverlyviolets February 8 2009, 03:10:46 UTC

Vivian peered down the street, looking for anybody with real potential, then did that trick with her boot again, propping one long leg on the seat of the nearest bench and leaning over to play with the zipper.

saltandammo February 8 2009, 03:33:02 UTC

Hm. He could be considered something of a leg man. They gushed so beautifully when ripped from the body.

He stepped closer, raising his axe.

loverlyviolets February 8 2009, 03:43:21 UTC

Oh, good, there was somebody coming. Vivian straightened up, looking around.

saltandammo February 8 2009, 03:56:33 UTC

He swung his axe at her midsection.

loverlyviolets February 8 2009, 04:05:52 UTC

And it made a pretty easy target too, what with most of it not being covered by anything. She couldn't even try to duck and run, not in those heels. "G.....ack!"

saltandammo February 8 2009, 04:17:35 UTC

He would never tire of the sound his axe made as it sunk into flesh. He pulled it out and swung again, just to make the sound repeat.

loverlyviolets February 8 2009, 04:36:05 UTC

The force of the blow sent her tumbling to the ground, blonde wig falling off to land somewhere in the road.

As famous last words went, "Gccccchspfffffffff," probably wasn't up there with "O happy dagger! This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die," but it got the job done. Vivian's last thought as darkness overtook her was that she really should've taken that guy who looked like Richard Gere up on his offer in LA. The rumors about gerbils couldn't possibly be worse than this.

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