SOLO I FORTI VIVO
only the strong live
It is in the darkness that the girl resides, hidden within the depths of an alleyway that is shielded from the lights of the night. Buildings are lit up like Christmas trees and yet Caprice manages to remain so very unseen. She crouches low to the concrete floor, slender hands sliding along the brick way slowly as mind opens up the residents within. "He should be home right now..." "I wonder if we are out of pizza rolls..." "Damn kids, they are always..." Then suddenly it comes to her, the block that she had been expecting. She pinpoints it, muscles tensing as she lifts from the ground like a wraith. Turning towards the fire escape, she runs, leaping up gracefully as slender olive toned hands wrap around the bottom step. Caprice pulls, using her upper body strength to help her rise upward towards the next rung. She lurches upward, throwing her hand to the next step and so on and so forth until she finally is able to plant her feet.
The hunter climbs.
It is upon the twenty-fourth floor that she pauses, her mind flickering as it continuously gets blocked. She can feel the block strengthening as she draws near. She lands upon the fire escape by the darkened window and pauses for a moment, not needing to catch her breath. Calmly, she moves towards the window, slipping her slender fingers under the sill while she listens. Nothing. No sounds. She smirks, lifting the window quietly before slipping in with one swift movement. She finds herself in a pathetic excuse for a bedroom. Needles and plates lay scattered on the floor, the stench of urine and alcohol almost too much as she wrinkles her nose in disgust.
He lived here alright.
Caprice turns, closing the window quietly before the woman in black moves across the floor. Hazel eyes dart to the ground, casting glances at the stuff as she moves with the silence of a cat. She reaches the doorway, leaning against it as she listens once more. Somewhere down the hall, she can hear the tv running. Head slips into the hallways, dark brunette wisps of hair falling into her face with the movement as sweat perspires upon her forehead. She glances left, then right. Clear. Her mind reaches out, noting how the block is coming from the living room. Another smirk is given before she slides out of the room. Caprice walks in a crouch, keeping herself close to the outer wall so she can see the living room before she is seen. She pauses as she reaches the entryway towards the living room, eyes darting across the area as she sees the werepanther in plain sight. She moves towards the couch where he is sitting, the stench of blood filling the air. She almost gags, but the years of experience keep her stoic and controlled. She pauses behind him, unsheathing her daggers slowly before finally, the girl lunges at him from behind.
She wraps her arms around a lifeless neck, flipping forward and dragging him to the ground. As she lands upon her feet, he is upon his back and Caprice places her dagger upon her neck with an animalistic snarl. It is then she realizes the pedophile is already dead. She stares into lifeless eyes, heart racing with adrenaline as she feels her face grow hot with anger. A presence lingers behind her, the block from her mind stronger than ever. Caprice throws the body to the side, rising quickly as she throws the dagger viciously at the other hunter. "Cazzo! " Caprice curses, anger bubbling within her at the loss of justice she had desired to feel here tonight. "Che diavolo ci fai qui? (what the hell are you doing here?)"
"speaking "
Caprice de Ricci
DARK HUNTER
female . single . twenty-four . |
