Time is was hurt most people. Rushing in, guns blazing, stealing and killing on whims. But not her. It had been a good while since her arrival to the city. Long enough to learn what she needed. Streets. Public transit. Sewers. Infrastructure Key points of interest. But mostly, it was long enough to plan and stage. Now, after months, it was time to execute.
The city itself is exactly what one expects of a city: a sprawling metropolis of several million people crammed into a couple hundred square miles. The streets adhere to the almost standard grid pattern of many of the world's larger cities. It had neighborhoods divided by economic, social, and ethnic origins. There were not even any major landmarks to set it aside. It could have been anywhere, in any country.
In reality, it rested on the eastern seaboard of the United States, and served as one of the largest and busiest seaports in the country. Coupled with the airport, this made it a key gateway to the country for goods and people. On top of the industrial value, was the commercial side of things. Many of the world's top companies kept offices among the skyscrapers of the down town district. Beyond that, the finical district allowed fortunes to be made and lost within seconds on the world markets.
Early morning, the sun still hours from rising. Winter. Snow was clinging to everything outside. The plows had done one run already, but there was more falling, and they would be starting again soon. It was not a blizzard by any means, instead more of a small flurry. The news channels said it would likely end by sunrise. Until then lights of the city made it pleasant to watch, though the cold air made it significantly less so to be in.
On the other hand, the temperature was exceptionally pleasant within the climate controlled halls of Woodside Memorial Hospital.
The woman had dark shoulder length hair, almost black. was wearing scrubs, a high neck and long sleeve undershirt, and generic tennis shoes. She looked just like another nurse working the children's burn ward at the hospital, with one exception. The lower half of her face was hidden by a formed surgical mask, complete with printed rabbit nose and mouth. It wouldn't have been tolerated in any other ward, but here the staff and admin personnel tended to look the other way on things that might make the kids there smile. Her badge, if anyone bothered to read it said Doctor Mark Jenkins. But no one really looked that close. Its real owner was missing, and had been for several days.
She picked up the chart for the patient, and skimmed the information:
Elizabeth Greene…
Age 10…
Admitted for severe burns to over half her body….
Expect full recovery.
The woman shook her head at the final words. Woodside was home to the regions leading burn unit. So, it certainly made sense the child would heal… but recover fully? No one ever comes back fully from that sort of damage… or the future damage that would come from the scars. Other children could be so cruel in their innocence after all.
The nurse looked out the window, then to the door. She'd already evacuated the ward's other patients. They were outside playing in the snow. As she'd left them on the hospital's grounds opposite the building from the ER it was unlikely they would be seen for a while. As for the floor… The other nurses hadn't noticed… mostly because they were preoccupied with the fact they were bound and gagged in the bathroom of one of the empty rooms.
The woman checked her watch. There was time. A soft click as she unlocked the wheels of the bed, and started moving her. They were halfway to the elevator when the girl woke.
"…Who-?" The girl yawns. " …Who are you..?" The girl's voice was a strained whisper. Likely due to smoke inhalation, and the fact it was late. Not to mention the pain killers she'd be on just to tolerate life at the moment.
"I'm Miss Alice." The woman's voice was refined, and naturally seductive. Though it seemed she tried to curve the latter for the child's benefit.
"…Where are we going?"
"Its snowing. I thought you might like to play outside in it. The rest of the kids are out there already." The woman in the scrubs pressed the call button for the elevator.
"…Miss Joyce won't be happy."
"I know sweetheart. That's why its so late. Its has to be our little secret." She pushed the bed into the elevator, and hit the button for the ground floor. "Okay?"
"…okay. I can really play in the snow?"
"You sure can sweetheart."
"…I'd like that…"
They continued their quiet banter, the woman careful not to give away anything about herself in the conversation, the young girl being a bit to sharing and honest on her side. It went like this as the woman wheeled her through the halls, and then outside. She was cautious and slow in her path, deliberately taking the less used hallways for the route through the hospital. Their final destination was the scene of chaos as several kids engaged in a snowball fight. The were all burned, and in various states of healing, but Elizabeth was the worst; and the only bed ridden one.
The woman scooped up some snow, patted it into a rough ball, and gave it to the young girl. As she did, she whispered so only she could hear. "Remember these words. Remember them when others taunt you, and tease you, and try to make your life insufferable because you have scars. Scars that show you chose to live. Might. Makes. Right. Now have fun sweetheart."
The woman then turned and left them to their own devices. Someone would find them soon enough. She walked back to the door she came out through, and opened it. She leaned against it, using her body weight to hold it open as she fished into her pockets. Her hands came up with a pack of cigarettes and a match book.
She lit a match, and from it lit a cigarette. She inhaled, then used the single match to light the booklet of them. It went up near instantly as she threw it to the floor. The matches hits and seemed to linger for a second before the entire floor erupted into flames. The fire spread quickly, racing along carefully mapped trails of an invisible accelerant.
Months she had been at this. Not continuously. Just regularly. How often do people take notice of janitors? They have almost free reign to go anywhere in any building. Who questions the mop bucket contents when passing someone cleaning the floor? How often do people check valve positions in the fire mains? The fire grew and spread to block all the exits. She turned and calmly walked to the parking garage. Screams and alarms begin to sound in the hospital as people awaken.
The woman stops beside a white panel van, and glances back at the building. She climbs into the van, starts the engine, and casually heads out of the parking structure for the road. By now, the fire has spread to the janitor closets… where more of the accelerants are hidden. In mass. Small explosions rock the hospital as the makeshift firebombs go off. In minutes, the entire building is blazing inferno. As she pulls out onto the road, her hand reaches out the window. The stolen badge falls to the ground. The picture is once again that of its rightful owner… only now red lipstick in the shape of a heart decorates it.
Half a minute later, just as the first sirens and horns of emergency response vehicles breaks the night calm, the city snow plow comes by, obliterating her tracks in the snow. At roughly the same time, massive explosions rip through the hospital. The fire had found the oxygen banks of the hospital.
As she drives, she removes her mask - she is gorgeous. Her wig comes off next, revealing her black, white, and red hair. Both items get casually tossed into the back, She has more places to stop tonight.
The Suicide Queen is here. The fire sale has started. Everything must go. go. go.";
The city itself is exactly what one expects of a city: a sprawling metropolis of several million people crammed into a couple hundred square miles. The streets adhere to the almost standard grid pattern of many of the world's larger cities. It had neighborhoods divided by economic, social, and ethnic origins. There were not even any major landmarks to set it aside. It could have been anywhere, in any country.
In reality, it rested on the eastern seaboard of the United States, and served as one of the largest and busiest seaports in the country. Coupled with the airport, this made it a key gateway to the country for goods and people. On top of the industrial value, was the commercial side of things. Many of the world's top companies kept offices among the skyscrapers of the down town district. Beyond that, the finical district allowed fortunes to be made and lost within seconds on the world markets.
Early morning, the sun still hours from rising. Winter. Snow was clinging to everything outside. The plows had done one run already, but there was more falling, and they would be starting again soon. It was not a blizzard by any means, instead more of a small flurry. The news channels said it would likely end by sunrise. Until then lights of the city made it pleasant to watch, though the cold air made it significantly less so to be in.
On the other hand, the temperature was exceptionally pleasant within the climate controlled halls of Woodside Memorial Hospital.
The woman had dark shoulder length hair, almost black. was wearing scrubs, a high neck and long sleeve undershirt, and generic tennis shoes. She looked just like another nurse working the children's burn ward at the hospital, with one exception. The lower half of her face was hidden by a formed surgical mask, complete with printed rabbit nose and mouth. It wouldn't have been tolerated in any other ward, but here the staff and admin personnel tended to look the other way on things that might make the kids there smile. Her badge, if anyone bothered to read it said Doctor Mark Jenkins. But no one really looked that close. Its real owner was missing, and had been for several days.
She picked up the chart for the patient, and skimmed the information:
Elizabeth Greene…
Age 10…
Admitted for severe burns to over half her body….
Expect full recovery.
The woman shook her head at the final words. Woodside was home to the regions leading burn unit. So, it certainly made sense the child would heal… but recover fully? No one ever comes back fully from that sort of damage… or the future damage that would come from the scars. Other children could be so cruel in their innocence after all.
The nurse looked out the window, then to the door. She'd already evacuated the ward's other patients. They were outside playing in the snow. As she'd left them on the hospital's grounds opposite the building from the ER it was unlikely they would be seen for a while. As for the floor… The other nurses hadn't noticed… mostly because they were preoccupied with the fact they were bound and gagged in the bathroom of one of the empty rooms.
The woman checked her watch. There was time. A soft click as she unlocked the wheels of the bed, and started moving her. They were halfway to the elevator when the girl woke.
"…Who-?" The girl yawns. " …Who are you..?" The girl's voice was a strained whisper. Likely due to smoke inhalation, and the fact it was late. Not to mention the pain killers she'd be on just to tolerate life at the moment.
"I'm Miss Alice." The woman's voice was refined, and naturally seductive. Though it seemed she tried to curve the latter for the child's benefit.
"…Where are we going?"
"Its snowing. I thought you might like to play outside in it. The rest of the kids are out there already." The woman in the scrubs pressed the call button for the elevator.
"…Miss Joyce won't be happy."
"I know sweetheart. That's why its so late. Its has to be our little secret." She pushed the bed into the elevator, and hit the button for the ground floor. "Okay?"
"…okay. I can really play in the snow?"
"You sure can sweetheart."
"…I'd like that…"
They continued their quiet banter, the woman careful not to give away anything about herself in the conversation, the young girl being a bit to sharing and honest on her side. It went like this as the woman wheeled her through the halls, and then outside. She was cautious and slow in her path, deliberately taking the less used hallways for the route through the hospital. Their final destination was the scene of chaos as several kids engaged in a snowball fight. The were all burned, and in various states of healing, but Elizabeth was the worst; and the only bed ridden one.
The woman scooped up some snow, patted it into a rough ball, and gave it to the young girl. As she did, she whispered so only she could hear. "Remember these words. Remember them when others taunt you, and tease you, and try to make your life insufferable because you have scars. Scars that show you chose to live. Might. Makes. Right. Now have fun sweetheart."
The woman then turned and left them to their own devices. Someone would find them soon enough. She walked back to the door she came out through, and opened it. She leaned against it, using her body weight to hold it open as she fished into her pockets. Her hands came up with a pack of cigarettes and a match book.
She lit a match, and from it lit a cigarette. She inhaled, then used the single match to light the booklet of them. It went up near instantly as she threw it to the floor. The matches hits and seemed to linger for a second before the entire floor erupted into flames. The fire spread quickly, racing along carefully mapped trails of an invisible accelerant.
Months she had been at this. Not continuously. Just regularly. How often do people take notice of janitors? They have almost free reign to go anywhere in any building. Who questions the mop bucket contents when passing someone cleaning the floor? How often do people check valve positions in the fire mains? The fire grew and spread to block all the exits. She turned and calmly walked to the parking garage. Screams and alarms begin to sound in the hospital as people awaken.
The woman stops beside a white panel van, and glances back at the building. She climbs into the van, starts the engine, and casually heads out of the parking structure for the road. By now, the fire has spread to the janitor closets… where more of the accelerants are hidden. In mass. Small explosions rock the hospital as the makeshift firebombs go off. In minutes, the entire building is blazing inferno. As she pulls out onto the road, her hand reaches out the window. The stolen badge falls to the ground. The picture is once again that of its rightful owner… only now red lipstick in the shape of a heart decorates it.
Half a minute later, just as the first sirens and horns of emergency response vehicles breaks the night calm, the city snow plow comes by, obliterating her tracks in the snow. At roughly the same time, massive explosions rip through the hospital. The fire had found the oxygen banks of the hospital.
As she drives, she removes her mask - she is gorgeous. Her wig comes off next, revealing her black, white, and red hair. Both items get casually tossed into the back, She has more places to stop tonight.
The Suicide Queen is here. The fire sale has started. Everything must go. go. go.";
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