Deal With The Devil

No. 8

As soon as the front door shut behind her, she let her smirk fall and she took in a deep breath.

'At least I faked control.' she thought to herself as she walked down the stairs holding on to the railing in order to keep herself upright after she had her breath taken from her upstairs in that very vulnerable position. 

That feeling of confusion wouldn't leave her as she descended the stairs, she liked what happened between her and the God...

She decided to ignore that and focus on her new mission instead.

After walking down, the streets of New York City for ten minutes she found what she was looking for. In an alley way between two buildings was a group of young adults. Rory smirked as she turned to lean on the wall near the edge of the alley way. They were perfect...

She could see them, but they couldn't see her. She watched as the group of men and women smoked some substance and drank out of beer bottles.

Very slowly Rory placed her hand on the wall and let herself feel their emotions, their thoughts, get a grip of who they were. She focused on one woman, drug addict, kicked out of her family house because she became unstable and wouldn't accept help. She channeled the woman's recent anger and powered it into rage, turning her rage violent.

Rory did this to all eight individuals. Fuelling their sadness, grief, anger or guilt and making them stronger.

One of the men holding a beer bottle grimaced and crushed it between his fingers.

Then she sent them on their way. She cloned 4 of herself and made them follow the groups of people. Five of her following eight of them. Two of the men followed the alley way to the end towards the opening, one of her clones followed them. A woman followed them but turned the other way at the end of the alley, she was followed by a clone. A woman and a man walked towards Rory as she stood smirking, they couldn't see her as she had put a barrier of her magic around her. Rory decided to follow them. Her two clones followed two woman and one man in different directions.

After a few minutes of trailing meters behind the couple they approached a bank. The bank was highly secure. Security cameras, and guards placed inside and outside the bank although this didn't deter the couple from their rage fuelled mission, or Rory's.

The woman nearly forgot to give them a small shot at survival, she quickly summoned two firearms and transferred them to the rucksacks the couple were wearing.

Gradually approaching from a distance away, she wasn't visible so that gave her no reason to stay afar.

She got closer as she heard the shouting just to the door of the bank,

"Get down..." the man screamed.

The woman shot the security man to the left guarding the door to the bank, the bullet landing in shoulder. Rory tutted and shook her head,

'No silly, we need a kill shot...' Rory explained in their heads.

The woman smiled and turned to the security guard who was slipping against the glass door to the bank, bleeding out from his shoulder, the woman lifted the gun again and Rory slipped some knowledge of shooting into the woman's head, causing the woman to lift the gun higher, and tilt it slightly to the left, focusing on the angle whilst she lifted her finger and pulled the trigger. The bullet lodged itself into the centre of the man's forehead.

The couple move themselves towards the entrance of the bank, smashing the glass of the door and covering their bodies with their bags, waiting for the glass to fall to the floor. Once they were safe, they stepped inside and watched with smiles as the customers stood still, breathing slowly.

Rory suddenly had the urge to hear some more gun shots. She twisted her index finger on her right hand upwards listening as one of the customers screamed. The woman who screamed instantly moved her hand to cup her mouth to stop the sound, but it was too late the couple had already shot her in her stomach, two bullets sitting inside of her as she fell backwards into a man who caught her and lowered her to the ground whilst holding her head gently.

Rory giggled and moved closer to the door.

The sirens were getting louder now. People outside of the door crying and videoing the whole ordeal.

The woman who and been shot had now bled out after moments of the couple not saying anything.

'C'mon you too, you see that little boy, he and his dad are going to try and split you both up' she spoke into their minds.

The couple's faces lit up as they turned their heads to look at each other. Rory smirked as she heard their thoughts of pure rage fuelling up and making them suggestive to any ideas placed in their heads.

The woman turned her head to the little boy and smirked. The young child was trembling and anybody on the pavement could see as the bank' glass windows were smashed open.

The father of the boy saw the look that the female shooter was giving his son and immediately went into protective father stance, pushing his son behind his legs and walking in front of him bravely, paternal instinct. The male shooter laughed out loud, "Even better two for the price of one..." he trailed off as he aimed his weapon to the father's chest, the bullet would go straight through and land in the forehead of the child, two kills with one bullet.

There was an old frail woman stood shaking in the corner, "Wait, no... take me... that is a father and a child... I've lived my life..." the shooter's halted their movements, stood waiting for a signal as to whether they are permitted to negotiate victims.

Rory stopped breathing for a second, watching the seriousness in the woman's eyes... the utter sacrifice... the bravery... the stupidity. She paused and held her breath... truly unsure. The woman reminded Rory of her own grandmother... she could not do that. But the woman was right, the boy was a child... it wasn't like Rory hadn't murdered a child before. She killed a child in front of James in Asgard because he wasn't listening to her. It was careless and she was careless. Now she didn't even want the old woman to witness her decision.

'Kill the father... head shot... leave the child and the oldie."

The customers in the bank looked around the room, confused as to why the shooters just stopped, were they considering the negotiation. Why did they look so lost... so confused...

In seconds the smiles turned back on the shooter's faces like a switch had been turned back on after somebody had turned it off for them, they exchanged glances, nodded and the man turned towards the father and son. The male shooter lifting his gun and aiming it. The old woman screamed... "Nooooo" With tears streaming across her face she ran and jumped in front of the father, taking the bullet for the father. Once the screaming of the customers' and stopped the shooter's looked to the old woman, looked up and saw the father with a red, gaping wound showing from his chest.

The female shooter turned to the man and gasped, "NO! What did you do? Not both of you!" Her mouth hung open in fury, that wasn't supposed to happen, she feared what the consequences would be.

The father fell to the floor gasping and shaking, his child behind him crying...

Rory watched from afar with rage. Could they not follow simple rules? And that stupid old woman...

Soon the police would arrive with ambulances, which were unnecessary because anybody injured was already dead, so she needed to send one more message to the groups of people outside the bank and the hostages.

'Go on, tell them what they need to know...'

"It was necessary... your welcome master..." The shooters shouted before they turned to each other and shot one bullet each... Landing right in the centre of their heads.

Their bodies fell to ground in heaps. The onlookers gasping in horror. the sirens soon got closer and once again and that was when Rory slipped away. Casually strolling down the street. Nobody could see her smirking in happiness.

Next step= complete.