Hunted and Killed

She arrived at her brother's city apartment wasting no time she went to the library, punching in the eight-digit code for the shelves to open like sliding doors that revealed his hidden stash of weapons. She armed four handguns and took extra ammunition and took several knives hiding them on her person planning to deal with the problem in her favorite way.

She had to wait for nightfall before she could go hunting for the abomination that she indirectly created. She received messages from Ralph, Sean, Victor, Professor Jones, and James but she doesn't respond to any of them. She wasn't against helping those in need, she donates hefty sums to many charities but one thing guaranteed to tick her off is someone taking her blood in a moment of weakness and using it for their gain.

When it was dark outside, a bone-chilling smile appeared on her face as she pulled on one of her brother's hoodies and adjusted it so that it hid her weapons she set out on her mission leaving her phone off and in her brother's apartment. She began her in the slums of the city strolling casually through the streets until she heard hoarse breathing and footsteps behind her but didn't want to reveal her play too early.

She stuck to her role of being lost until she came to a dead end and the footsteps stopped and the breathing got louder. She lowered the hood and slowly turned to face him, her eyes took in his humped and disfigured physique with a blank stare in the dimness of the street light.

He looked at her as though she was his next meal and she looked at him almost indifferently. He rushed towards her and she prepared herself not reaching for a handgun but knives. They swiftly appeared in her hand and he was slashed with precision causing him to howl in pain before he pulled away from her. Knives coated with inky blood, her face was neutral regarding him as something to be killed not as the normal living being that he once was.

'I'm sorry that I aided in creating you.' She thought to herself, voicing the apology in her heart. With a burst of speed, she became a blur to him while simultaneously using the sides of the building in the alley to give her leverage to the angles that she wanted to attack him mercilessly. When she stopped, a choking sound could be heard from him but she kept her back to him, unwilling to look at him in his final moments. A soft thump was heard as he fell to the floor, lying in a pool of his own blood, cloudy eyes staring at the star-filled sky with a soft smile on his face.

After centering herself, she approached him and plunged her knives deep into his heart before using them to draw a line in the opposite direction just as a precaution to prevent him from healing if he was still alive. She lowered his eyelids for him before throwing his body over her shoulder making her way through the slums with her hoodie up and the shadows aiding her.

She headed towards the F.A.U morgue, snuck in, and placed the body on the examination table before leaving and returning to her brother's apartment so that she could wash the blood off of her body and clothes. She knew if her blood didn't agree with someone that it could lead to dangerous consequences so she was always cautious but sometimes there were accidents despite being cautious.