We're all monsters here

 

 

 

  It was a frustrated feral scream like that of a trapped animal, and Sasha had to fight the urge to cover her ears because it was so loud, she was glad no one else was on the street to see or hear the women but If she didn't think of something to do and fast the woman would start to attract the attention of the shopkeepers, they were behind thick walls and she doubted that their human ears could hear but still it would do no good to have her screaming like a monkey. A part of her didn't want to hurt the woman but didn't see an alternative, she knew if she put her hand over the woman's mouth she'd bite her, she had warned the woman she would hurt her if she screamed and screamed she had, and it didn't help matters that her "beast" was whispering and coaxing her to make the kill. She both hated and loved the voice in her head, it protected her and told her what needed to be done when she was too weak and desperate to think for herself, but it fought her constantly for control, and her beast was always hungry, for revenge, for blood, she didn't know and it made her restless and tired, always clawing and pulling at the restraints she made for it in her mind. After weighing the options she decided to let go and allow the beast its carnage, she had warned the woman and it had been her choice to be defiant.

 No more then four seconds had passed since the woman opened her mouth to howl though it felt longer to Sasha, she wondered if other peoples minds were as quick as hers, but now was the wrong time to get lost in though and she had a job to do and could not waste another second. Her hand itched for action, she paused even though she knew she shouldn't and listened to the loud scream, it made her beast smile, then she jerked the knife up hard and was rewarded with a large spurt of warm crimson, she was dead right then, no flailing no more screaming just still. Peace.  She wiped her blood soaked hands and her knife on the woman's red dress and got up from her crouched position, she always felt so calm after she fed her beasts blood lust, either by killing or maiming, she would feel guilty later she knew but for now she wallowed in the stillness and silence her beast gave her, it was sated for now. Even though she knew time was not on her side she took the woman's remaining jewelry and looked through the many bags, most of it was useless or broken but every now and then she would find something of value or something she could give to her brothers or use herself. She condensed her stolen goods into one big bag and started to walk away but turned to look at the now corpse, she wondered how things would have turned out had she not screamed, but decided she would not dwell on it now for only half her job was done.



She ran fast to get away from the scene, she had to find some place to sell the jewels, she didn't want to be wandering around with the stolen goods and get snapped up by the authorities that were bound to investigate the murder that took place any minute now. She wished that she could go to a high end trading post where the woman undoubtedly bought the trinkets but they would ask questions and she didn't think she could come up to with a convincing story of how a gutter rat like herself came upon such expensive things, so she begrudgingly settled for a seedy pawn shop on the outskirts of town where the person would undoubtedly cheat her of money not only because she was a woman but also because of the blood on the sleeve of her jacket, even a dumb ass could put two and two together, and they would see it as her paying for their silence. Oh well.



She took a moment to fix her appearance as best she could, she looked at herself in the reflection of the dingy glass of the pawn shop, her pale oval shaped face flushed from running and the sick thrill killing gave her, her full lips slightly chapped from nervously licking them the past week or so, her big light brown almond shaped eyes that were framed by long dark lashes seemed far to calm, and that scared her, when she killed Murdoc she had felt it was justified because he tried to rape her but she also felt horribly guilty, the second time she killed someone it made her less sad because he was trying to steal from her and had threatened to kill her, but she even then she was upset about it, but with the women she felt so little guilt it was astonishing.



She quickly stuffed her long braid into the hood of her jacket, composed herself and stepped in. She walked fast and with purpose to the front desk where the a man sat. She had a few moments to look at him before he looked up, he was handsome and had dark blonde chin length hair and he seemed like he was tall even though he was sitting down, but something about him irked her, she wasn't psychic or anything as stupid as that but she had an uncanny ability to be able to look at a person and just know what they were like and this man seemed like a total dick, this she could tell with out him even speaking a word. He looked up and smiled obviously delighted by what he saw, and spoke a greeting in a ridiculous accent, and after a second of analyzing she guessed it to be southern.



" Well how can I help you hunny?" he finished with a wink. Ugh what ever happened to not mixing business with pleasure? She tried her best to look bored, and that seemed to make him understand she wasn't in the mood for his flirtatious games.



" Id like to sell a few things." she kept her reply short and clipped as she dug through the bag to find all the sellable items, and placed them on the counter for him to inspect. He picked them up one by one and held each item up to his face, and after two or three minutes he spoke again.



" Well the best I can give yah is two thousand, and that's just cause yer so pretty." Ahh so he was back to flirting again huh he just didn't take the hint. She thought about the number, it was low but she supposed it was fair and agreed to it. The man behind the counter handing a wad of cash to her with deliberate slowness brushing his hand against hers, she quickly took it and stormed off before he could continue his advances and felt a building need to wash her hands, she hated it when people she didn't know touched her. She decided she had enough time to go to a store before everything closed and purchased a few hundred dollars on food, then quickly scurried out.



 She kept her fast pace for a long while and found herself at the abandoned warehouse she called home in no time. She silently stalked through the warehouse till she came upon the make shift kitchen and put the food away, she had walked by her sleeping brothers and briefly thought about waking them up to eat but thought better against it, let them have a peaceful night and in the morning they would have a feast.