Today after school I'm headed back to Chicago for a quick weekend trip. But I'm leaving you with a little something. Andrew over at The WriteRunner is hosting a Bad Girl Blogfest. So here's my entry. I'll see you all on Monday, and I hope you have a great weekend.
She’s been here a week, stalking her prey, before she finally decides on the killing ground. She knows the when, the how, and now the where.
She also knows the why; she just doesn’t care.
She’s trailed him four times now, marked his route. He’s always in early and out late; straight shot, no stops. And he always uses the stairs to enter and exit the skyway that connects the parking garage with the high-rise tower that houses his small, low-level government office.
At this point of convergence, she times it perfectly.
She knows the lower levels are empty, and smiles up at the shriveled little man hurrying down as she climbs.
The landing is narrow where they meet, and she nods as he angles slightly to give her room to pass. She steps and pivots as her right hand pulls up her pistol and fires into the back of the little man’s head from a distance of less than six inches.
The suppressor is more than worth its cost. There isn’t a sound except the snick of the trigger as the man’s thin hair puffs out in a sudden splash of pale pink and crimson.
The body crumples and begins to fall. She follows it down, fires a second shot into the head as legs and arms splay on the ground.
Stepping over and away from the body, she heads back down the stairs and out into the quiet of a dark, empty street.
In less than an hour the sun will rise and she will be gone.