Apr. 18th, 2011 at 9:04 PM
Kenny O'Bannon never knew what hit him. He was chatting to his girlfriend on the phone, making the appropriate noises while listening to her woes about her sister, her mother, her aunt and her entire extended female family. He'd have asked her to marry him months ago if he weren't slightly scared of the entire matriarchal tribe she was going to bring --
"OUCH!!"
"What's the matter?" she was asking on the phone.
"Something bit me," he said. "Fuck, it's far too early in the year for the real big monsters."
He touched his neck where the sharp little pain had been, and his finger came away with a drop of glistening blood, which he licked off.
Then, Shawna hung up, he had reached his 'workshop' in the basement, and opened the door.
And keeled over dead, his besneakered feet sticking out into the evening sun.
To be honest, licking the blood had been harmless. The poison didn't survive digestive juices. In the bloodstream, however, it was immediately fatal in small doses.
On the roof, a quite satisfied contract killer crept away quietly. Not only had he got revenge for the Harley (and the attempt at murdering him), he had also proven that killing somebody with a blow-dart made of ice laced with classic blow-dart poison was quite feasible.
That way, killing Kenny had even been useful.
"OUCH!!"
"What's the matter?" she was asking on the phone.
"Something bit me," he said. "Fuck, it's far too early in the year for the real big monsters."
He touched his neck where the sharp little pain had been, and his finger came away with a drop of glistening blood, which he licked off.
Then, Shawna hung up, he had reached his 'workshop' in the basement, and opened the door.
And keeled over dead, his besneakered feet sticking out into the evening sun.
To be honest, licking the blood had been harmless. The poison didn't survive digestive juices. In the bloodstream, however, it was immediately fatal in small doses.
On the roof, a quite satisfied contract killer crept away quietly. Not only had he got revenge for the Harley (and the attempt at murdering him), he had also proven that killing somebody with a blow-dart made of ice laced with classic blow-dart poison was quite feasible.
That way, killing Kenny had even been useful.