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| While dgre made gagging sounds, Heather's cell phone rang. "Hello? Revo? Slow down, what happened?" Heather listened for a moment as revo's voice blared in her ear. They girls looked on, puzzled when suddenly Heather turned and jogging down the street. "What is it?" said Doffy was she and the others chased after her. Heather came to a stop infront of an electronics store, several large TVs in the display window, all showing the same thing. "Yeah I see it." Heather listened to revo as the special report blared across the screens. Doffy, dgre and Pan ran up in time to hear... "Officials have not confirmed it but the murder is believed to be the work of the Realityville Ripper. Kaitown police are still investigating and have not released the identity of the young man...." "OK, we're on our way." Heather put her phone back in her purse. "Shopping spree over, they want us back at the castle." "You don't have to tell me twice." said Doffy. "The Ripper!!! Here in Kaitown!!!" Pan picked her jaw off the ground. "Let's hope not. Come on, let's go." They headed back to Heather's van and piled in. As they drove off, no one realized they were being watched, had been watched the whole time. In the shadows, she watched, "Yes, run back home little girls, run to your big, strong Kais. I'll just amuse myself with these pathetic wretches for a while, then...... ooooh then the fun will begin." She slipped deeper into the shadows as if she had never been there. ***** Purring, she trailed a bloody hand down the side of her face and neck. With half closed eyes she glazed lovingly at her work. Oh the pure sweet joy of it all. There's nothing like fresh blood under the moonlight. The other night had been a fluke. She almost never left bodies so close to main roads, but she had wanted to make a statement. She chuckled thinking of their reactions, they got that statement loud and clear. With a sigh, she admired her work. She loved these empty, little used back alleys, they allowed her more time with her victims. She'd spent almost three uninterrupted hours of sweet bliss with these two. She'd found them, two young boys no more then 16, tying fireworks around the neck of an old stray dog. The poor thing had been tied up, muzzled and was scared out of it's mind. She had gleefully taken these teen monsters lives. Smiling, she thought of the police officers reactions, they wouldn't know where one boy ended and the other started. "God, I love watching you work." She smiled as Scar stepped up behind her, wrapping his arms around her bloody waist. He practically groaned in her ear as she leaned back against him. Spinning around in his arms, she laced her fingers in his hair. She purred softly as their lips meet. They stood there, lost in the moment, smearing blood across each other as their tongues twined together. Reluctantly, she pulled back, gasping for air. Scar leaned down and started nibbling on her neck. He growled in her ear, "What's with the mutt." She smiled as she looked over his shoulder at the old stray. She'd looped a rope around his chest like a harness and tied the other end to a dumpster. He stood at the end of the alley, nervously looking around. "A present for Rhino." She sighed as Scar bite her hard enough to bruise, "He needs a pet. Speaking of which..." "He found it." Scar sighed, realizing her mind was back on business. "It was right where you said it would be." "Of course it was." She smiled to herself. She stepped out of his arms and walked off towards the dog, leaving a very frustrated Scar standing there. Untying the rope, she leaned over, scratching the old dog. He was mostly brown and tan with a few spots of black and just a touch of gray on his muzzle. "Your a good old boy aren't you, yes. Your gonna like Rhino, he's a big softy." The dog wagged his tail, "First, let's go get you something to eat." "And later?" Scar hissed. She looked back at him, his eyes lite with an inner fire. She smiled cruelly before trailing one clawed finger down his cheek, "Later, we play," He trembled under her cool gaze, "After we visit the old homestead." As they walked away, out of the shadows, several strays appeared, eyeing up the corpses. Licking their lips, the near-wild dogs moved in on the free meal. ***** "Honey, I'm hooooooooome." Giggling, she skipped threw the open blast doors. The place still held the faint odor of decay, chemicals and smoke. This place had been abandoned in favor of Nadless's larger base. Smiling, she stepped over a bit of broken machinery, into the only place she had called home, the lab that had created her. It was almost as she remembered it, the walls lined with now rusty machines, tables covered with beakers, or what was left of them. Off to one side sat the cloning vats, in which she'd grown. Walking the length of the room, she approached the back. The door still stood open, revealing the small cell she'd been kept in. The small cot was still there, the rooms only furnishing. "So, babe, what are we doing here?" Scar leaned against a shelving unit. "What'da mean?" Turning from the door, she smiled less-then-sweetly, "This is the land of misfit clones, where we were made. Why not come back here?" Scar grimaced, looking away. With smooth, graceful steps, she walked over to him, trailing her hands down his chest. "I see you remember what they did." She trailed a finger across his cheek, tracing one of the many scars that crisscrossed his face. During the height of the clones wars, Nadless had tried inventing a protoblood substitute. Scar had been chosen from the many anti-Kais and pumped full of the substance. Then he was hacked apart. The substitute worked but had a side effect. It affected Scar's nanites, so that instead of healing him normally, they created scars where ever he had been cut apart. After his system had been flushed of the substitute he had healed normally, but the scars remained. |
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