Post by Max on Jan 11, 2015 6:49:20 GMT
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The first night Max had killed the lady perfectly. Everyone said she fell down the stairs, hit a badly placed end table, and then a broken jar finished the job. Of course people didn’t talk about how she sold poison-laced drugs to the homeless kids now that she was dead. Her dealing would die with her, after all.
Two nights later Max discovered a newly formed slave trade ring. There were three big people involved so far, and they already had too many women and too many promising plans. She had found all the details out while listening in on them one night, which happened to be the same night she decided to kill the lot of them. After all, when would she be lucky enough to get them all together at once again?
This scene was a little harder to set up, but she was up for the challenge.
In the end, it looked like one man had killed the other two. A large, jagged piece of glass was stuck in his hand, blood dripping over the entire thing as it cut his hand too. After killing the other two men with her knife, Max took the piece of glass and pushed it into the wound. The hunk of glass was bigger than her knife, so it widened the wound while hiding the presence of her blade. But, that only took care of two guys. The last one, wielder of the glass shard, took some time. Eventually, she had him hit his head on a bookshelf and then land on a pile of glass, from an object that had fallen of the shelf. It was a stretch, but it would still take suspicion away from another killer’s presence. They had been drinking some liquor, but the bottle was much too full to make them drunk, so she dumped some of it out before returning it to the table.
By the time she had everything into place, she glanced at the window and realized the sun was rising. Not good. She was supposed to have gotten out of this place long before any sign of daylight. Max could only hope no one saw her as she slipped out the backdoor.
The first night Max had killed the lady perfectly. Everyone said she fell down the stairs, hit a badly placed end table, and then a broken jar finished the job. Of course people didn’t talk about how she sold poison-laced drugs to the homeless kids now that she was dead. Her dealing would die with her, after all.
Two nights later Max discovered a newly formed slave trade ring. There were three big people involved so far, and they already had too many women and too many promising plans. She had found all the details out while listening in on them one night, which happened to be the same night she decided to kill the lot of them. After all, when would she be lucky enough to get them all together at once again?
This scene was a little harder to set up, but she was up for the challenge.
In the end, it looked like one man had killed the other two. A large, jagged piece of glass was stuck in his hand, blood dripping over the entire thing as it cut his hand too. After killing the other two men with her knife, Max took the piece of glass and pushed it into the wound. The hunk of glass was bigger than her knife, so it widened the wound while hiding the presence of her blade. But, that only took care of two guys. The last one, wielder of the glass shard, took some time. Eventually, she had him hit his head on a bookshelf and then land on a pile of glass, from an object that had fallen of the shelf. It was a stretch, but it would still take suspicion away from another killer’s presence. They had been drinking some liquor, but the bottle was much too full to make them drunk, so she dumped some of it out before returning it to the table.
By the time she had everything into place, she glanced at the window and realized the sun was rising. Not good. She was supposed to have gotten out of this place long before any sign of daylight. Max could only hope no one saw her as she slipped out the backdoor.