The Silent Killer (Narrative)
Snooping around always had come at a price but often Inque had more than enough to pay it. In Gotham the money flowed freely when one could get their hands on something priceless and mostly unobtainable. But that was where she had the leg up on all of the rest. No man made thing could stop her. No door, no window, no lock. Inque was resourceful enough to know the channels and avenues of travel that most couldn't get through. She was special and that was what made her so deadly.
None would ever hear her coming. She wouldn't use footsteps unless she needed to and even then the soft patter of footfall was a taunt. No, she was as silent as the very shadow. Like the unending darkness that came once the sun sank beneath the horizon, though she lacked a moon and stars to really claim to be part of the night.
The two from the bar had spurned in her the need to overcome and she had been being good for far too long to allow her aggression to continue to remain pent up. None of these people could be taken or sacrificed. And the aliens? Those puppets of people propped on strategic places to ensure that the guests were happy, docile and without need? Hah.
One of those puppets lay dead at her feet now. Inque peered down at it with her black eyes as her arms shifted from the almost too sharp black points back into actual limbs. "That'll teach you to sneak up on someone, won't it?" She offered, voice lifting in amusement. Of course he couldn't possibly retort. How could he when his blood was surrounding her boots? The color was unique, a blueish black. She liked it very much. The sharp slashes evident of the quick fight were what stood out most against the white work shirt.
Inque had travelled initially through the duct work, looking for some kind of hidden room. Anything she could use and take back to the others. She had found something and of course they had sent someone to collect her without knowing what she was capable of. And they had paid the price. "Maybe you shouldn't be so withholding next time someone comes looking," Inque breathed. She folded her arms across her chest, peered up at the closed door that was locked from the outside and smirked. "Time to play. Catch you later?"
A laugh and her arms dropped. The limbs turned black and twisted once more into razor sharp points meant for slicing and jabbing. She closed the distance between herself and the door in an instant, lifted her arms and drove the sharp points through the metal door. In only a few swings she had taken the door down and it lay in a heap of twist and smoke. Her arms returned to normal and casually Inque stepped around the rubble, turned and moved back towards her quarters. She left the mess in the hallway for anyone to happen upon, for anyone curious to discover. But they would never find a trace of her.