1. Green Eyes
"Three girls. There are three girls in the guard station." the girl with the ear-length brown hair was surprisingly coherent, surprisingly to the point for someone who was handcuffed to a rusty pipe in her underwear, her arms stretched out above her head, tightened all her muscles and her abdomen. I pointed my taser-rod at her again and she flinched, involuntarily, turning her head and squinting and bracing herself for the damage. "Please." she said, just as involuntarily. She looked back once she saw that I hadn't tased her and tried to hide the fear in her big, green eyes.
This girl, Green-Eyes, I'll call her, was my first hostage. Though she was a half naked, frightened woman, she still had the Red-Eagle claw tattooed on her chest. The Red-Eagles were out to commit mass genocide, and had succeeded in several small towns. They were no better than Nazis. It was my duty to kill every single bird in this facility, but I couldn't do that without information, so I would let Green-Eyes live, for now.
I hadn't even beaten her up too badly, just a few scrapes and one or two zaps with the taser before she'd submitted to being stripped and restrained. Her skin was white, almost unusually white, so those few hits I'd given her showed as thick red lines across her belly.
"Armed?" I asked.
She nodded, "With knives mostly. Just standard equipment."
"Right." I nodded at her, "Just standard." I headed for the door. "I'll go do my thing, and you just . . . hang around." Green-Eyes didn't laugh at my pun.
I
I found the first of the three quickly, patrolling the hall, wearing a gas-mask like it was a fashion accessory, her hair tied in a long dirty blonde ponytail. She was wearing a tight fitting pair of daisy-dukes and a green, long-sleeve crop-top. I sawed her knife sheathed at her exposed hip. I decided it would be a better fight if I didn't use my gun, so I silently drew my bowie-knife and rolled in behind her. I made enough noise to let her know I was there, because I was a fighter, not a cold blooded assassin.
She drew her knife quickly when she saw me, and when I took a swing at her chest, she waddled out of the way.
"She's not wearing a bra." I thought. But I didn't have much time to think, because she came in after me, driving full on, and I went to cut her on the wrist but she pulled her arm back fast.
I spun and drove in with my body. Girl wasn't ready for that. My shoulder pounded into her throat and we rolled over each other. Soon she was pinned under me, squirming. I couldn't resist the urge to grasp her left breast. It was soft. I liked it.
I held her down with that hand and stuck my knife in her right breast, burying it to the handle in flesh. She hadn't made a sound before, but now she moaned, an agonized, muffled moan. I grabbed her ponytail and slammed her head on the hard metal floor.
Next I stood up and dragged her by the hair to the wall. Wordlessly, I pulled her arms up and, using her own knife, I slit the girl's wrists.
I took my knife back out of her chest and went on my way, leaving her squirming and bleeding out.
One down, three to go.
II
The next girl I heard talking on the phone two rooms over.
"No, we have this fort covered. We don't need your reinforcements. What, you think just because we are a bunch of girls we need big strong men to protect us? I don't think so. You can just suck my female cock!" she hung up. She had a nasally voice that I found irritating. This girl was wearing a long skirt and a black tube top that left her whole upper body mostly visible. Her hair was dyed pink, and she had glasses on. I stood at the wall outside the door and considered shooting her in the head here and now, but once again I thought a challenge might be better, so I stepped into the doorway. She had a pretty face, at the very least, a natural kind of beauty, no makeup, and blue eyes with long lashes. Her moment of surprise was a bit long, and I got really close before she pulled out her weapon, a revolver.
That was unexpected, but I decided to roll with it. I rolled over and under a nearby table, which I flung at her. She fired a round at it, but I ran in under its cover. She screamed when she saw me up-close, right in front of her, and I cut a slit of flesh just bellow her belly-button. She screamed "Fuck!" and fell back, tears in her eyes.
I slugged her in the side of the head and she dropped her gun and lost her glasses, then I took her by her tube-top, my finger going between the fiber and her warm flesh, holding her up by it.
She squirmed and tried to escape, but to no effect.
"I surrender." she sobbed, "Please, I surrender."
I pressed my knife to her throat, then lifted her chin so she had to look into my eyes, "Tell me, how many have you and your girls killed?"
Her eyes watered, "What? I don't know, I . . ." I pressed my knife against her skin and she gasped, "Okay, like ten . . . thirty . . . I don't know. Not that many."
I put my mouth to her ear, "Then thirty times is how many times I'll make you beg for death." then I spun her around into a full nelson hold, and I used my knife to cut her tube top open from the back. Her breasts, surprisingly supple when they weren't being pressed in by her top, fell free. I used the torn top to tie her hands together behind her back, tying tightly at the the wrists. She begged and complained until I jabbed my knife into her ribs, then she fell silent. Next I pulled off her skirt, revealing her tight panties, which had sunflowers on them. I fashioned the skirt into a hangman's knot and hung it up on a motionless ceiling-fan. I pushed the table from earlier under the fan.
"Now, I'm going to watch you dance." I said, and she turned blue in the face.
Изведнъж чух трясък и погледнах към вратата. Имахме посетител. Нямах възможност да разбера кой е, преди куршумите да започнат да летят бързо. Взех момичето с розови коси до кръста и я използвах като щит от месо. Тя изкрещя, докато куршумите пронизваха беззащитното ѝ, голо тяло, пронизителен, ужасен вик. Завъртя се като парцалена кукла, мятайки гърдите и бедрата си напред-назад. Хвърлих я настрани, претърколих се и взех револвера ѝ, след което се претърколих напред, с цевта напред.
В момента на това претърколване, погледнах назад към Пинки. Тя беше просната на земята, с широко разтворени крака, а под нея имаше локва кръв и урина. Имаше две рани в бедрата, три дупки в корема, една между гърдите и една в лявата ѝ гърда, право през татуировката с Червения орел. Не исках да убия момичето по този начин, но беше достатъчно.
III
Последното момиче, което видях да насочва цевта си към моята, беше малко по-набита от останалите. Не беше едра, но не беше и атлетична. Имаше някои отпуснати мускули и можех да го видя. Носеше къса пола с високи чорапи и ботуши. Горнището ѝ беше навито догоре, завързано по средата, разкривайки корема, ръцете и раменете ѝ, както и значителното деколте. На врата ѝ имаше медальон. Имаше големи кафяви очи, остър нос и коса, боядисана в синьо, вързана на две плитки.
Прицелих се в сърцето ѝ и натиснах спусъка.
Тя се измъкна, премествайки тежестта си към стената на стаята, и можеше да ме застреля, но зърна мъртвата си приятелка. „Синтия?“, изграчи тя, след което се прицелих и я прострелях в крака. Тя изпусна пистолета си и падна назад, а аз скочих, прострелвайки и другата ѝ капачка на коляното.
После, когато се приближих, запуших устата ѝ и заплаках в стомаха ѝ, пулсирайки седем пъти в мекия ѝ стомах. Един след друг в мекия ѝ корем. Отдръпнах се и я оставих да коленичи. Тя повърна кръв и слюнка.
Щом коленичи пред мен, притиснах пистолета си към главата ѝ. Тя ме погледна умолително и аз натиснах спусъка.
*Бум*
И с това трима от четирима бяха мъртви.
IV
Зеленооката беше в безсъзнание, когато се върнах. Дали беше припаднала или спеше, не можех да кажа, но главата ѝ беше наведена на гърдите. Събудих я бързо, като я ударих с електрошок между краката.
„Не!“, извика тя.
Но аз не слушах. Пишката изцапа белите ѝ бикини, докато ме гледаше, фасадата ѝ беше разбита. Тя се бореше и разтягаше мускули, но нямаше как да избегне наказанието си. Взех ножа си и ѝ прерязах гърлото.
Сега всеки един от тях беше унищожен.
. . .
Или поне така си мислех.
Чух бърборене във входа и се наведох между куп тръби.
Не можех да различа думите, които се казваха, но звучаха безгрижно. Погледнах зад ъгъла и видях плажна кърпа. Тя изглеждаше по-млада от останалите и оттук не можех да видя татуировката ѝ. Приготвих верния си нож за ново убийство.
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Трябва ли това ново момиче да бъде убито? Ако не, какво трябва да направи нашият герой?
Ще взема под внимание добрите предложения.
