Her hand rested on her hip, feeling the shuriken laying there under the confides of her jeans, fingers curling around its shape. She was excited now, starving for fresh blood and a dead body or two. Yes, tonight would be the night, she decided. Even if the lady turned him down, she will go through with the kill. The Subject dies tonight.
The odds were in her favor, it seemed. She watched the two of them leave together after a few minutes of barter, and internally, she smirked, although no emotion showed on her face. Now, it was just a waiting game.
She didn't follow them immediately, waiting a couple of minutes to make sure her behavior wasn't suspicious to anyone, least of all to them, and by the time she went outside, they were already gone, just as she hoped. She could only assume he took her to his place - if not, she'll wait until he returns home. She wasn't the most patient woman, but anything to get the job done. So she set off towards his apartment building, her hand never once leaving her weapon, giving her a feeling of strength and confidence. Already, a thousands of scenarios ran through her head about this night and the grand finale, and all of them ended with his death and her triumph. Sweet, sweet triumph.
The light are on, was the first thing she noted with satisfaction once she arrived at her destination. Lucky day indeed. It would be a smooth kill, child's play from now on, and then she could go home to Athlis, celebrate her victory. Drink a bottle of wine and make love in front of the fireplace. Whatever society would think of her if they knew the truth about her her, she truly loved her life and her job, and wouldn't change it for the world.
Indeed, things seem to go smoothly at first and she could almost feel the familiar tingling, the rush of adrenalin she got every time she killed, when...
What the fuck, was really the only thought she had. All of the sudden, she felt disoriented, detached from her surroundings, and the strange electricity coursing through her veins wasn't all that pleasant either. It felt like being tapered. She struggled to make sense of the new turn of events but it was hard.