Joseph Tropiano (luckandchance) wrote in low_tide, @ 2009-12-30 23:02:00 |
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Unfinished Business
Two guns, two knives, one stake and none of these would be the murder weapon. It would be something far more sinister and bleak, a long strip of cheese wire wrapped around two wooden blocks held in steadfast hands.
It was unfurled in a smooth movement, one wooden block being caught in one palm as the other was gripped tightly between tapered fingers that glistened beneath a rapidly flashing neon light.
Somehow Joseph had known that the escaping man would crawl back to familiar ground and had trailed him this far, determined to finish what he’d started.
His movements were slow and confident, moving closer to his intended target, looping the wire around an already straining throat. Joseph barely even flinched as the man struggled beneath his merciless grip, wire cutting deep enough to draw blood before it was twisted in such a way that it constricted any and all movement of the throat and removing subsequent breath.
The shadow all but hid Joseph from view, meaning this murder was private and the body wouldn’t be found until closing and Joseph intended on being very far away by the time that happened. It was strange, being this close, it was always demanding in more ways than one. So easy to tell how close the victim was to death by their way their pupils changed, the rapidly waning struggle and the claw like movements as they tried to pull at the wire. It did nothing but cut their fingers into ribbons.
The strain of this was shown clearly along Joseph arms, the way his tattoos moved with life as his muscles tensed, the slow way the tendons along his biceps rose and twisted, sculpting the definition in his arms; it took a strong man to strangle another fully grown man.
When the struggles finally ceased the wire was let loose, being pressed back into Joseph’s right hand as the other sought out a pulse. As expected, there wasn’t one - perfect. Joseph slid the wire away and stepped back again, pressing his back against the wall as he used the darkness to leave the same way he’d come in.
Joseph hated unfinished business.