a murder,inc.
Volume 1
by Stella Purple
warning!
The following content you are about to read is extremely graphic and violent, involving a lot of murder, death, torture, and basically any disturbing activities involving the world of hitman can cover. Readers under the age of 18 (eighteen) are advised to not read the content of this book. the author is not responsible for any neglectance of this message.
You have been warned….
Contents
Sniperization
Absent
Interrogation
Fish
Dicing Queen
Uninvited
Victims
Clues
Reunion
Enemy Land
Character Bible
Coming Soon
Sniperization
06:22 pm
A bedroom, Manhattan, New York
Target’s File
Name: Qadir Severn
Age: 35
Occupation: Butcher
Status: Wanted
Vira Cynfael just received the name this morning via her black market company, Murder, Inc. He is currently living in an outer ring of Manhattan under fake identity. But with a little help from technology, they are able to trace him back to his apartment.
As if it isn’t bad enough that he is wanted by the police, he just had to make enemies with the rich. Vira got quiet an offer for the guy to make sure that he is dead.
Not that she is greedy. Vira loves the excitement of murder. That might sound wrong, coming from a girl her age. But if you have been active in the world of secret organizations like her, you would be too. She kills for self-defense, but she can also kill for fun. In this case of Qadir, she kills to make sure that he will not kill any innocent civilian anymore. This kind of murder is what turns her on the most.
Setting her sniper rifle in place, complete with silencer, Vira takes a long 100 km range aim by using the help of satellite monitor. Her to-be victim of the night will walk in that door in approximately three, two, one….
And she fires.
The bullet transpierces the air in Wesley Gibson style. It cuts through anything that is in its way and goes through to the target. Vira watches from her laptop screen as Qadir lies bleeding to death.
A few minutes later, a knock from her door gains her attention. The motion is followed by an, “It’s dinner time, Rara,” by her mother.
“Yes, Mom. Just a minute.” She eyes the screen once more, finding Qadir still lying motionless on the floor with his blood splattered everywhere. She closes her laptop and walks out of her bedroom. “So, what’s for dinner?” she asks as if nothing has happened.
“Steak and asparagus salad, your favorite.”
Absent
10:26 am
Murder, Inc. Headquarter, somewhere underground
He is late, Vira says to herself for the tenth time this morning. Where the hell is he? He should be here over an hour ago. And what else could be more important than their Sunday meeting? Even if something did come up, he should have at least texted her.
“Aramis, where are you?” Vira asks, letting her frustration escapes as her call goes straight to voicemail for the numerous time. “Aramis—”
A tone from her inbox interrupts her from blowing up this time. She opens it.
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: (blank)
I have your boy.
Vira reads the message over and over again, before she finally snaps and makes a baseball pitcher pose. The phone hits in seconds, complete with the sound of glass cracking ten meters ahead.
Great! He just got himself kidnapped. Okay, there’s no need to panic. I just have to start my research. Ask around. Track his GPS.
She pushes her laptop lid up and starts typing in source codes in a new window. Another window pops open with a graphical map showing up. The last record she can get her hands on shows that Aramis was driving near the outer ring of Brooklyn. What was he doing in that area so late?
Interrogation
08:37 am
Some school, Brooklyn, New York
The janitor’s door is suddenly yanked open and the boy is pulled inside.
Auberon feels himself being pushed back, causing him to slide against cabinet doors. An arm rests against his neck, forcing his head back, while its pair is staring to creep against the lower area of his region.
He is about to shout out a protest, when the hand abruptly grabs his crotch not so gently and begins to tug.
The boy knows that he should be angry in this situation, but for some reasons he finds himself rather liking the administration the hand is giving him. Soft, circular. Hard, vertical. Auberon finds himself sinking into the euphoria sensation deeper and deeper. So close…. just a bit more….
The hand suddenly grips him way too tight for him to feel comfortable with, and he hears himself releasing that breath that he has been holding on. Then all senses and common logic returns to him like a wreaking ball hammering at his skull. What is he doing? Why is he letting this person touch him like this? This is not like him. Not like him at all.
Trying to grasp on the situation, it seems like the person has asked him a question. He was too distracted to hear it clearly, which lead the hand to stop giving him pleasure and start putting pressure on him.
“I repeat. Where was the last time you saw Aramis Cynfael? Answer the question, or I will break your dick.” The voice sounds sensual yet dangerous at the same time. She speaks and acts calmly, but her mind is ready for murder. He can almost taste it on his tongue. And just to make sure that he knows that she is serious, the hand starts to squeeze around him unpleasantly tight.
“Yesterday…. Last night.”
“What were you two doing last night?”
“It was Saturday. We were just in the cinema for a newly released movie.”
“What was playing? What time did it start and end?”
“CNUY. 8.30 to 11.30.”
“Why would he hang out with you?” This question make Auberon rises his eyebrow.
“We’re good friends. We were just having fun. What’s the matter with you? Some jealous girlfriend who thinks we are gay? Well, you have the proof in your hand. Now let me go,” he demands, now rather pissed off. He tries to push her off of him, but she does not even budge. She is like a pole, stiff and stand.
“Not yet. One more question. What happened after you watched the movie?”
“We went home. He dropped me off at my house and then he went home.”
“How are you certain that he went home? Were you there? Did he say so? How are you so sure that he doesn’t have any intention of dropping by anywhere else before going home?” What’s with all the twenty questions?
“Well, I don’t know. I’m just guessing, okay? Geez!”
The hands on him move away and he hears the sound of a door being yanked open and close. And just like as fast as she came, she is gone.
It is still too dark for Auberon to see anything. The only thing he could notice, before she was gone, is her white shirt.
God! His neck and lower half are sore as hell, but the only thing that he has in his mind is her and her talented hand. He will give anything just to have her touching him again, as crazy as it sounds. She tortured and threaten him, for Christ shake!
The more he tells himself that, the more his body yearns for her. He has never been touch that way by anyone before, especially strangers. If one of her hand can do so much, he wanders what the rest of her body can do to him….
Maybe he is going insane after all.
Fish
00:02 am
; A rooftop, Bronx, New York
After a marathon of hacking from Monday to Tuesday, Vira finally ables to find Mr. Nobody’s phone number. So much for going unidentified.
She punches in each number and waits for the phone to ring. Just you wait until you pick up, she says internally. Her notebook is ready for tracing the call.
“Hello, who is this?” His Spanish accent is so thick that it makes her want to gauge his throat. Yes, she remembers that feeling very well, and she knows who this is.
“Hecate. Long time no hear. I thought you have kicked that bucket ages ago,” Vira asks, her tone insulting.
“Y-you….” At first he sounds shocked, but then that shock soon turns to anger. “You!”
“I’m honored that you still remember me, considering your old age. Don’t work up too much, though, or else you would be dead by any minutes and I will be left unsatisfied of not having the dishonor to kill you myself.”
“No voy a caer muerto hasta que me tengo que muertos en primer lugar, su hijo maldito!” he yells from the other line.
The tracing is closing in on him. But to make old fool keeps talking, she has to be creative and use reverse thinking on him.
“Listen, I would love to stay and chat, but I have urgent matter to attend to. Let’s get down to business, shall we? Answer me, where is my cousin.”
“What cousin? I do not have your sick cousin!”
“Hey, watch your mouth. My cousin is not sick,” I try to sound angry. “He just have a very singular taste.”
“My nephews were dead because of him, and every single one of their corpses has cum in their gilipollas!” If Vira is any normal girl, she would have flinch by the sharpness of his crude tone.
“Like I said: very singular taste. But seriously, back to my question.”
“I don’t fucking know where that bastard is, and frankly, I don’t fucking care!”
“Well, Hecate, you should be. Now that I remember, Bronx has been rather loud lately.” Then she gasps, as if she is really surprised. “Does that have anything to do with Bronox? Are you back in the game, Hecate? Is your puttana still with you? Oh, how silly of me. Of course she is. The two of you are up to no good again, aren’t you?”
“Shut up, shut up, shut up! Shut up!”
Vira gets a hold of his location. The thing about Hecate is that he always look for the most isolated hide out. She hacks in to the electronic system in the building he’s in. It does not take long before she gets through the barrier and in control.
Without as much as a warning, she presses the Enter button and blows up all electronic devices in that building. From the screaming at the other line, she knows that it gets to him. Vira also manages to pick up a female scream from the other line. Schlin. Good old whore.
Now she has a bigger fish to catch. Time to settle some old grudges. She needs to end things with Bronox for once and for all.
Dicing Queen
11:28 am
Murder, Inc. Headquarter, somewhere underground
“Oh, low lives, you have no idea how many times I have imagined this moment in my head,” Vira sings along as she brings out all her toys. Rows and rows to choose from, so many possibilities. But where should she starts? The muffled victims on the operating tables make her believe that she should create a performance to remember for.
Covered from head to toe like a doctor entering an operating room, Vira knows that things are going to be bloody this night. She always stay calm and collected, though. There is no use for adrenaline. It’s just going to make you dizzy and clumsy.
Earlier on, she has managed to carry the two in and strap each of them into the operation tables. She purposely placed them on a line, so that they can not see each other. She also does not forgot to play some classical at the background, so that they do not get bored. Beethoven, Sonata 11 in Bb Op.22 - III - Minuetto is playing. See? She can have manners too, if she chooses so.
Approaching the knife section, she started with something in medium size. Her eyes land on a particular Cromova 18 stainless steel. It is light-weight and commonly used in the kitchen. She picks it up and stands beside Hecate, who has been chained down by the arms and legs.
“Let’s start with you, ugliest. I don’t really like your face, so I’m going to cover it up a little bit.” There is no way that she can concentrate on her work with that hideous face staring at her.
She hovers the knife on air, taunting Hecate by its sharpness. His eyes bulge, sweat starting to form on his wrinkled skin. She bets that he and his assistant are cursing her nonstop right now. Too bad she can not hear them, but that’s okay. She doesn’t like hearing people curse her, anyway.
Vira begins the progress by pressing the blade against the eyebrows. With excellent speed and calculation, she starts moving the knife in a zig-zag pattern, bring it down to his chin.
Once she is done, Vira stops to admire her work. The ugliest’s face has been painted red. Such a luscious color. If anyone has ever asked her years ago, she wouldn’t have dream of putting Hecate at the same league of compliment.
Hecate kicks at random, trying to get his frustration out. Thought it result nothing more than loud, inharmony noises. But he is starting to look like a fish that’s about to be cut to pieces.
“What do we have here?” Strapped down naked from the waist down, Vira ignores his disgusting, unkept physics and on to his targeted organ. His muffling gets louder when she grabs a hold of his testicles. “Don’t worry. I am known for my excellent dicing skills.” With one clean cut, Hecate goes from two testicles to ballsless.
An agonizing scream erupts. It would have sound louder if it is not for the clothe she stuffed inside his wrinkly, hideous mouth. More kicking again. As the muffled scream goes more prominent, so does the blood that is pouring out from his wound.
“Nice and easy. I think we got ourselves some fresh ingredients.” Vira tosses the meat into an aluminum basket and walks off, leaving Hecate to morn his lost.
On to Schlin, Vira undoes the bitch’s clothing with one vertical cut, opening her top. She places one hand on Schlin’s breast. Just like filleting a fish, Vira makes a cross cut on the withering woman. Blood begins to pool next to her, leaking from the cut meat. Mercilessly, the girl walks to the opposite side and does the same to the other breast.
Wiping her knife clean with a piece of clothe, Vira sets it down for the night. After all, she has to maintain the condition of her instruments.
“Let’s see. I got some new ingredients in my storage. I wonder what I should do with them? Any idea, puta? Oh, what’s that? You want it? You miss your fill? Hungry?” Vira glances at uglier.
“You hear that, Hec? Your whore misses you. Perhaps we could reunite the two of you in some way? Of course, I can not let you off my chains. But,” Vira tries to think of something. “You can borrow her one of your body parts,” she later adds.
The girl walks back towards her collection, grabbing a larger tool this time. When Hecate glances over, he sees his enemy standing at his side holding a drill in her hands.
“Nooo!” He shakes his head frantically.
“That’s right. We are going to give your puttana something to wrap around with. How’s a leg, Sch? Too big for you? An arm then? Yes?” She turns the engine on and holds the drill down. Blood splatters like a wild fountain as she detaches Hecate’s right arm. “A right arm for your right arm. Quite romantic, don’t you think?” she asks once the arm falls off the table.
“You are mad! Mad!”
“Oh, Hec. If you think that I am mad, that it surely proves that you haven’t been around much. Too bad you will never get to experience anything new outside these walls. Yes. Let me tell you an unspoken secret: You will die here. Both of you. Bronox will end under my hands.”
Vira then turns to Schlin. She picks up the detached arm and pokes it against Schlin’s crotch. “Wet already?” The bitch is pissing herself.
Carefully, Vira removes Schlin’s remaining clothes until she is
completely naked. “You’re so wet for your bastard boss?” She pokes the cut side of the arm at her entrance. “Ready? One, two, scream!” Schlin erupts a high pitch scream the moment she pushes the chunk of meat in.
Three inch, six inch, seven and a half. Vira doesn’t give up even when she meets a blockage. She just keeps pushing in hard, cruel trust. Schlin begs for her to stop, but she is simply having too much fun. More blood pours out and she bets that this time it is not from Hecate’s limp.
“You’re right. His arm is too long for your passage.” She suddenly pulls the limp out, causing Schlin to exhale in relief. “We should break it in two and try again.” Vira does as she plans, breaking the limp in to using her hip and hands. With a snap, she inserts one piece back into Schlin.
The second piece is a little bit stubborn. The cries never ends, and soon it begins to frustrate Vira. It seems like she has to reduce to cutting again. But she just cleaned her knife. Lazily, Vira trusts the limp in, causing Schlin to tear in the process. More blood pours out, but she uses it as a lubricant for the limb to tuck in.
“Finally!” she exclaims when the skin gives up and allows the limb to slide in smoothly. “I guess that will be all for now. Oh, wait. We still have your shafts. Want them back, Hecate? That’s okay. You can have them back. But we can’t just leave your bitch behind. Here, let her have one too, okay?”
He can feel the piece of clothe in his mouth being removed. Before he can protest, though, Vira quickly shoves one testicle into his mouth. Not forgetting to close that tunnel of bad words back with its lid. She can not begin to imagine what it would taste like in his mouth. Judging from the pale, dejected look in his eyes, she bets that he wished he would have been cleaner.
Vira does the same to his assistant. Her eyes bulge in shock. But instead of waiting for Schlin to digest it, she uses the send of a stick to push the shaft in further. “Swallow it, puta. Men like them like that. Yes, that’s it. Keep swallowing. I don’t want to see any pieces or bits of its nastiness left. Do it or I will keep on pushing.”
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