The life of a Hawk

Central Park (2567)

"Wakey wakey sleepy head." a voice spoke and it was too far away to be considered affective to concentrate on.

So she slowly rolled her head back trying to take in anything else than the pounding headache in her skull and agonizing shots of pain that shook her body with every breath she took.

Her wrists and ankles tied together while she sacked back into a chair.

Oh, god was the man still talking? He clearly got louder. Maybe because the buzzing got quieter.

"I said wake up you dishing." he said. Or something similar. Kate couldn't make it out.

So she used all the energy she had left to shift and look at him - eyes barely open from the amount of pain they brought her. Thank god the room was kind of dark because sunlight will 100% kill her. Hehe vampire Kate go brr.

"What'd you say?" she asked and it came out as a huff at first but the longer she sat in this chair - bound to it as if the person that gut here here was scared she'd hurt them or something.

The man seemed kind of angry but collected. Like the kind of mad mafia bosses that were trying to stay nice while they got tolled their whole family was killed for money.

"Ok you little shit. You're going to tell me why you let those other little shits out or I will fuck you up in so many ways you will regret doing so." oh damn. He really didn't have any patience.

"Don't pull them into this. t's just me and the track-suits. They are some random ass kids." Kate said.

"You know you are worthless don't you?" he asked and oh god it hit a nerve. Where did it even come from??

Like yea of course, she did. But still. Dude???

Even a fish is worth more than her. The words her mother would speak every time before hitting her.

"And that the world would generally be better off without you in it?" he spoke

Kate just looked at the ground trying to not give him the satisfaction he was searching for.

"So just kill me. Pull the trigger - blow up my brain. Why mix other people into a soup they didn't even know was being prepared?" she asked hearing him get up and slowly circle her.

"Ooh. We've got a poet. But with that broken arm you can't do much sweetheart. Can you?"

"I said kill me. Blow me up - set me on fire - cut my artery."

"Oh but where would the fun be?" he asked and something hot burned her neck - pulling out a small hiss.

"Ah I love it when they scream." he said tossing his now useless cigarette to the ground.

"Tell me. Do you like screaming?" he asked from behind her and his hand was on the back of her neck slowly reaching over and grabbing her chin before pulling her head so that it was laying on his shoulder.

"Would you like me to end it all now?" and a cold metal glided over her stretched skin - not cutting but still there. "Like you said."

Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuckfuck. Fuck - everything Kate could think about.

She had nothing against dying a fast death. But painful?? Suffocating on her own blood and flooding around like a dead fish?? No, thank you. Next?

It did sting a little letting a droplet slide down her neck but then it moved away the man coming around and kneeling in front of her.

"I can see that you are scared." he said and there was something soft in his eyes. "But I want you to know that I am going to have a hella good time doing this." he said and turned leaving her stunned sitting there. Squirming like an idiot in the chair.