i_havetantrums Some good advice. [ Mayor Wilkins III ]
Lusiphur was not happy. Apparently even sawing off the blonde girl's head with a hook knife was not enough to kill her. It kept trying to reattach itself, but at least by then she was no longer capable of screaming. He picked up the reaper's head to keep it separate and searched about the kitchen for some way to transport pieces of whoever this bitch was to his boss.
Eventually he found two garbage bags. He chose two because if he'd put all the parts into one they might have healed and reformed before he was able to get the girl to the mayor. So the head was tossed into one bag, the torso into another. An arm here, an arm there, part of a leg in that bag with the other half in this one.
Luse finally barged into the mayor's office about an hour after the hit should have ended, setting one bloody post-it note on the mayor's desk and two squirming garbage bags. He was glaring at the aged human. Our elf was not pleased.
From: [info]i_smile Date: 04/12/2006 14:58:03
“Don’t look at me like that. You make more than I do.”
The mayor hadn’t looked up from his paperwork. Environmental issues were the utmost importance to him. It explained how this world worked. It explained how faulted every planet was. Poison the host and the tapeworms are forced out of the body. Perhaps that was the answer as to how to get all these heroes off this world. He feared, however, this would also result in the rejection of people like himself.
Luse moved the bloody post-it note to on top of his paper work. That was going to leave a stain, but the elf didn't particularly care. It was important to note what it said:
M. Parks 1445 SW Higgins Ln ETD: 10:41 PM
Lastly, Lusiphur pulled out the head of a young woman, its hair matted with congealing blood. The features of the head were still moving, the contents of the two garbage bags still squirmed. It was alive.
"...Yooou didn't happen to know about this, did you?"
The elf's smile was cruel.
From: [info]i_smile Date: 04/12/2006 15:08:24
Richard picked up the post-it note. The handwriting was rather crude. It almost tried to make the information look happy. He knew whatever this address and name was… it wasn’t any type of happy.
"No, she's dead. This is someone else. She had the paper with all the information of who, where and when I was killing. You're saying you don't know who this is?"
Lusiphur crossed his arms. The pieces of George's body writhed and flexed in pain. Was she capable of going into shock? The elf watched her curiously.
From: [info]i_smile Date: 04/12/2006 15:19:23
“No but I am very interested. Does it talk?”
His head canted as if the head was as common as a shrimp cocktail. His hand played a little beat against his leg. The elf was a great investment.
"She'll heal fast if you allow her. She's all in there."
Luse motioned to the black garbage bags. Her clothing was going to be a bloody, shredded mess, but at least all the body parts were there. The gunshot wounds had already closed and there were a few spent rounds at the bottom of the black garbage bag.
From: [info]i_smile Date: 04/12/2006 15:36:44
The mayor sluggishly got up from his desk. He went to the closet and opened it up. There was an old trench there. Brown and London foggy, something that was well-dated but sometimes it did rain.
Richard wasn’t the sort of man to get caught with his pants down.
“Put her in this,” he said tossing it on to the surface of his desk, “and let’s hear what she has to say for herself.”
The girl made Luse think of the Widow Maker, the strange dimension jumping assassin that seemed impossible to kill. Only Widow Maker could regenerate, the girl apparently could not.
Bitch. Woman. Whatever. He had to think of her as something besides a girl. She looked about twenty, and Luse knew of a few at her age who could hold their own. Obviously she could too.
He grabbed the trench coat first and laid it down upon the floor. He set the head at the top of the coat, next the torso, parts of arms and legs until they matched back up together like a puzzle piece.
She healed fast but this wasn't instant. Her eyes drifted towards the top of her head and she looked pretty out of it. The only sign that he'd shot her were now found by the bloody holes in the remains of her clothing.
The first noises she made were rasping noises as her throat started to become whole again. Lusiphur crossed his arms and looked toward the Mayor.
"This is your deal now."
The elf didn't want to know what was going to happen to her next, or what the mayor did with her. He finished his job, and there was a six pack waiting for him at his apartment.
From: [info]i_smile Date: 04/14/2006 21:25:58
There are two choices when a bag of food is dropped into the snake’s cage. Either you eat it or get rid of it. Wilkins found himself caught as to which to choose. Torture hadn’t been something Wilkins favored but since his arrival, the part of him that was still growing and becoming the demon – well – really enjoyed the thought of some time devoted to maiming. On the other hand, Wilkins knew better to make a mess and expect no one to notice. Some very powerful figures of good inhabited this city.
What mattered was the girl who stood before him knew very little. What he needed to know was who she was. He sat again at his desk. She looked nice in his trench that the elf had put her in. He decided for the best that he would lean against the desk, cross his bold arms and play investigator.
“As mayor, I hope you understand that I keep tallies on those watching murders. Considering that we all come from different worlds, some people tend to have to kill because they would be lost without it. Some other people are forced to kill by a greater hand. While some others are monsters that have been put here for the frequent masks and capes to deal with.”
He cleared his throat.
“You are a girl. Mind telling me why you were following a man with pointy ears and plenty of weapons?”
She could barely move her limbs. And while George didn't need to breathe, she found herself catching her breathe as though she'd just run a marathon.
She saw the elf out of the corner of her eye and wanted to scream but her throat wouldn't support that quite yet. She wasn't sure if seeing him leave the office was supposed to reassure her or terrify her, that someone that psychotic was on the loose.
She heard the mayor, but it took her a few moments before she actually understood what he said.
He shot me. He cut off my fucking head! Jesus Fucking Christ!
She looked up again at the Mayor and felt like a caged animal.
"..i wasn't.. following ..him.." her throat rasped.
From: [info]i_smile Date: 04/14/2006 21:36:45
“Then what exactly were you doing?”
Her name would come next but purpose was the engine for everything. What she was trumped a name or what sexual position she liked most. Everyone here did something special. Everyone here had a past that created their drive. To find that out would reveal everything about her.
But continue a lie that she'd use to do her job. She didn't want to give out her real name or her daytime identity. Either would result in a disaster in one fashion or another.
While she didn't feel much pain any more, the memory of the pain was enough to bring tears to her eyes as she spoke.
George was afraid.
From: [info]i_smile Date: 04/23/2006 16:24:23
He’d learn what she was but this wasn’t the time for it. He was a gentle man. Though, as time was growing, he was soon becoming a predator. No resistance now. Power that he desired was all his for the taking. Not even the God himself could deny Wilkins the power. He was doing more than just merging with a being. Here, in this universe, he was becoming the being.
“Don’t end up in this office again.”
Wilkins’s head nodded towards the door. She could have the coat as a parting gift. He felt that she had been punished enough. It proved his elf wasn’t leaving any loose-ends. This girl was no threat. He’d explained the elf’s doings. He’d had pleasant banter with the girl. For a girl who could reshape herself and was following an assassin, it shouldn’t be too hard for her to figure out that it wouldn’t be in her best to go crying to dear ears.
He opened the newspaper that had been lying idle on his desk. Straight to the comics section.