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Decomposition, 4/4
(Anonymous) 2012-04-11 12:22 am (UTC)(link)"You gonna kill me now?" he rumbled, his voice hoarse. "Because I'm sorry. All those girls... I'm sorry."
Adoración turned away. She hadn't had much of a plan, but she didn't know how to proceed.
"What was her name?"
She raised an eyebrow and looked at the man lying on the floor in a pool of his own filth. He seemed smaller without his armor, defeated, like a stray tin soldier that had rolled under the bed and out of reach of his owner.
"Betsy," she said without emotion. "Her name is Betsy."
Cook-Cook was silent for a moment, then chuckled. "I remember her. Sniper bitch, had that scrawny fuck with her. She cried, but I shut her up real quick." He was laughing when she screamed, he was laughing when she closed her hands around his thick neck, and he was laughing as she tried to throttle him.
But as strong as she was, she couldn't fit her hands all the way around his neck. Adoración sat back on her haunches, staring around the basement with eyes as empty as blue skies over salt flats. Her gaze fell on the bin under the butchers' table, the one with the gutters on the side.
The knives and cleavers were covered in rust, and had lost their edge years ago. But they were sharp enough to break flesh and sever tendons, provided the person using them was strong enough and tenacious enough to work at it.
For the first time in over two hundred years, red blood ran down the butcher's knives and into the drain on the floor, and Adoración relished every second of it. Her father taught her to take pride in her work, and she did, removing limbs from their sockets and tearing through tissues. It was vile, but the butcher's basement was designed for such tasks, and before long, she'd reduced a big man to smaller pieces.
She wasn't one for trophies, but Cook-Cook's head was worth 250 caps, so she cut it from his thick neck and tucked it in her knapsack.
She left the rest of him where it was, in the basement of a decomposing building made of gold brick on the outskirts of a city that had been called Las Vegas two hundred years earlier.
Re: Decomposition, 4/4
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(Anonymous) 2016-12-25 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)If you ever notice this comment, could you please link to other stuff you’ve written? I’ll try searching on my own too, it’s just worth asking. I kinda prefer stuff from the source. Other anons, if you know of anything else they’ve written please tell me.