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Kia MacArthur walked nervously down a street. To the passerby, she might be worrying that her boyfriend was cheating on her, or nervous about a final or some such other crisis.
It was nothing of the sort.
As she walked, her mind raced almost as fast as her heartbeat, which pounded a deafening rhythm into each fibre of her being.
thump thump. thump thump. thump thump. thu-
Her heart rhythm skipped and resumed on a new, faster course as a man grabbed her by the neck and stuck something painful into her neck.
Kia awoke suddenly.
"Where the bloody..."
A man's voice spoke out from a shadow.
"You are certainly in no position to be asking questions... sister."
The voice was definitely masculine, but not deep and rumbly. It was, instead, cold and calculated. The voice of a con man, high-class criminal, or maybe a politician. Kia recognized that voice.
"James! Please! No, I beg of you! Let me go!"
"Hah! After all the trouble I went to to catch you. Not likely. Besides, you know far too much for it to be safe to release you."
James ran a pale hand through his platinum blonde hair, looking casually in a mirror as he did so.
"And anyway, I missed your company, sister dear. Remember the good old days? Before I left?"
"You mean before you got convicted of various murders?"
"Now, now. Play nice, or I won't."
"Shut up. Scum like you are the reason people like me convert to Christianity."
"Very well, then. I hope you've said your prayers, sister Kia."
As he spoke, he took a pair of jumper cables and a knife. Kia watched, scared silly, as James stuck the knife gently in the coals of a nearby fire and sparked the cables. He placed the cables on a table, making sure not to touch them, and threw a punch into his sister's stomach. Kia screamed, coughed, and spat at James. James laughed and threw his knee into Kia's still-horizontal face. She left the ground and James slammed his fist in to the back of her head. She hung there, limp, so he removed the knife and held it under Kia's nose.
"Stand."
She obliged. As soon as she did, he stabbed the knife into her left arm, in the soft spot just under the bulk of the bicep. Kia screamed as she felt the white-hot blade enter her arm and tear her flesh apart. There wasn't much blood, as the blade cauterized the wound as soon as it opened it. James repeated the action, on her right arm.
"NO! Please... James?"
"James is dead. You will be too quite soon. Sleep, sister."
James thrusted the jumper cables into Kia's open wounds, and her screams reached the skies. As she died, the door was shattered open by police.
"THIS IS THE POLICE! HANDS IN THE AIR!!"
"Gentlemen, would you care for some tea?"
It was nothing of the sort.
As she walked, her mind raced almost as fast as her heartbeat, which pounded a deafening rhythm into each fibre of her being.
thump thump. thump thump. thump thump. thu-
Her heart rhythm skipped and resumed on a new, faster course as a man grabbed her by the neck and stuck something painful into her neck.
Kia awoke suddenly.
"Where the bloody..."
A man's voice spoke out from a shadow.
"You are certainly in no position to be asking questions... sister."
The voice was definitely masculine, but not deep and rumbly. It was, instead, cold and calculated. The voice of a con man, high-class criminal, or maybe a politician. Kia recognized that voice.
"James! Please! No, I beg of you! Let me go!"
"Hah! After all the trouble I went to to catch you. Not likely. Besides, you know far too much for it to be safe to release you."
James ran a pale hand through his platinum blonde hair, looking casually in a mirror as he did so.
"And anyway, I missed your company, sister dear. Remember the good old days? Before I left?"
"You mean before you got convicted of various murders?"
"Now, now. Play nice, or I won't."
"Shut up. Scum like you are the reason people like me convert to Christianity."
"Very well, then. I hope you've said your prayers, sister Kia."
As he spoke, he took a pair of jumper cables and a knife. Kia watched, scared silly, as James stuck the knife gently in the coals of a nearby fire and sparked the cables. He placed the cables on a table, making sure not to touch them, and threw a punch into his sister's stomach. Kia screamed, coughed, and spat at James. James laughed and threw his knee into Kia's still-horizontal face. She left the ground and James slammed his fist in to the back of her head. She hung there, limp, so he removed the knife and held it under Kia's nose.
"Stand."
She obliged. As soon as she did, he stabbed the knife into her left arm, in the soft spot just under the bulk of the bicep. Kia screamed as she felt the white-hot blade enter her arm and tear her flesh apart. There wasn't much blood, as the blade cauterized the wound as soon as it opened it. James repeated the action, on her right arm.
"NO! Please... James?"
"James is dead. You will be too quite soon. Sleep, sister."
James thrusted the jumper cables into Kia's open wounds, and her screams reached the skies. As she died, the door was shattered open by police.
"THIS IS THE POLICE! HANDS IN THE AIR!!"
"Gentlemen, would you care for some tea?"
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