No safety or surprise, the end
This is how she remembers it, afterward. But is that really what he said, or did her brain replace the words of pure evil by those of mere Wickedness rather than remember the enormity of them?
A knock on the door of her apartment just a little after seven. A look through the peephole. André's face on the other side. She opens the door and lets him in. "Take the sunglasses off, André. They make you look like you've got something to hide." She turns toward the kitchen. "Can I get you a dri-"
She both feels and hears the punch. It knocks her across the room. She feels bones break. "André?" She landed where she can see him, and he's taken the sunglasses off. "André, your eyes..."
"All the better to see you with, my dear." It's an American accent that comes out of his mouth, not André's Leith brogue. The man's face ripples like a disturbed pond, taking on a vaguely reptilian cast as those glowing green eyes move downward.
"...who... who are you?"
"There are precious few at ease with moral ambiguities, so we act as though they don't exist." He's walking across the room, and she can't bodyslide out of here, it hurts too much to concentrate, her arms and legs aren't accepting calls.
"...what do you want?"
"No good deed goes unpunished. Sure, you meant well - well, look at what well-meant did." And then he's picking her up and
SNAP
"Aw! Diddums neck get all bendy-wendy?"
After that, it's all just a blur...
A knock on the door of her apartment just a little after seven. A look through the peephole. André's face on the other side. She opens the door and lets him in. "Take the sunglasses off, André. They make you look like you've got something to hide." She turns toward the kitchen. "Can I get you a dri-"
She both feels and hears the punch. It knocks her across the room. She feels bones break. "André?" She landed where she can see him, and he's taken the sunglasses off. "André, your eyes..."
"All the better to see you with, my dear." It's an American accent that comes out of his mouth, not André's Leith brogue. The man's face ripples like a disturbed pond, taking on a vaguely reptilian cast as those glowing green eyes move downward.
"...who... who are you?"
"There are precious few at ease with moral ambiguities, so we act as though they don't exist." He's walking across the room, and she can't bodyslide out of here, it hurts too much to concentrate, her arms and legs aren't accepting calls.
"...what do you want?"
"No good deed goes unpunished. Sure, you meant well - well, look at what well-meant did." And then he's picking her up and
SNAP
"Aw! Diddums neck get all bendy-wendy?"
After that, it's all just a blur...