Pseudosapien

Commencing

"I'm so terribly sorry that I called you on such short notice. I never apologized for that beforehand. I'm also sorry for how your neck must be feeling. You've had it in the same position for at least an hour. When you get knocked out, you're like the dead." Anemone had started when the young woman awoke in her own house with a now explainable neck ache and slight dizziness.

Willow Wisp was sitting bound and gagged, eyes wild and panicked as they locked on the cleaver in Anemone's hand before looking at her in utter bewilderment.

"You know I've actually been meaning to either kill you or talk to you for awhile, so I think I'll do so now. I'm not as happy to say that considering the circumstances I can only really talk at you and translate your expressions accordingly. If you want to hate me or blame me...that is fine, but also go back a ways and remember who funded our little club." Willow shook her head.

"Oh, you didn't know? Mr. Christner, our president, is a hitman. He sought us all out one by one and threw us all together...the thing is that he wants me to do the job for him. I am not getting paid and, no, he does not know that I know what he is...yet. Don't worry, I plan to kill him too." Annie slammed the large knife downwards, digging into the wooden table next to her. Willow's eyes flew to the object and jumped at the sound and visible impact.

"You have such a practical weapon of choice. I have always wanted to tell you that. In fact, I liked you. My only problem was how you got when you were intoxicated. Now...where was I-oh, right....girl talk. For some reason I feel like telling you about my boyfriend. You'll meet him when I'm done; I'm sure. He's a coroner, you see. He's a sort of guy that is very new for me." She now twirled the handle of the cleaver around in her hand and brought it down onto Tracy's fingers, causing the woman to let out a muffled cry and what could only be a word of profanity.

"It's rare for me to come across one's as random as you, my dear. You usually only have male victims, but lately it's as if you've simply been killing the first person or two you see that night. You even blinded a child before they could see your face the other night. Harming a child without a second thought-" She evened out Tracy's hands by cleaving off the fingers of the one remaining.

"I'd blind you but I know that seeing the actions that cause you pain hurts you more, thanks to psychological assistance. Isn't that just fascinating? Probably not as fascinating as seeing how long you last as I skin you alive, but...it's all the same, to me." She paused in front of her and leaned down to get eye level with the woman. It was then that Annie seemed momentarily irked by her own mild consistency of tying the women down to chairs while she killed males she could usually lure anywhere.

If they were a Feeler.

"Thing is you skin your victims alive and I have an extensive reputation to keep."

"You have a habit of talking while you kill?" It was the next morning and the two were at his place again and Garth was in the middle of making a meal for the two of them to share. Annie was, for once, drinking juice he had mixed the night before.

"I don't like to start off in silence. I'm quiet during all the preparation. I save time for seriousness and light heartedness. Then I go back into silence once I really get into it. Is this a pineapple and orange blend?"

"Yeah, I saw that. You must not have liked her very much at all." He glanced over at her."As for the juice inquiry, you're probably right."

"It's delicious. I have an issue with people like her; blaming all mankind because of one man that wronged her. In fact, I find it pathetic."

"You sure you didn't just want a reason to kill her?"

"I don't need a reason until I find they're a serial killer. If she hadn't been, I would've wanted to kill her but wouldn't because it goes against everything I've raised myself for."

"Which is why you actually plan your kills?"

"I try to plan those in twos. The one I'm currently hunting and then an idea of the one I plan to hunt down after I've finished off the first."

"You should hear yourself speak of your kills the way you do. I have to admit it takes some getting used to hearing you explain how you plan them like most people speak of how they plan their day."

"Well, to me it is just as simple as that, so I'm glad a comparison is easy to notice."

"You want to have another movie night?" Garth asked, randomly. It had been awhile since their first one and now seemed like a decent time to offer the event.

"That sounds nice after work except instead of beer this time, how about we use this juice?"

"Sounds good. I'm glad you took such a liking to it. If you want to make a mixed drink, I have some vodka in the freezer."

"I might a little later. Is the tomato soup ready?"

"Just about and the grilled cheese is all set. Have a particular movie in mind?"

"You'd make a great housewife." She said as she walked up next to him to give him a peck on the cheek before heading into the living room."As for the movie, I was thinking of Psycho."

"You would suggest a movie I don't have and I'm not even going to comment on that first bit."

"You have it."

"Since when?"

"Since I got it for you. I'll be right back to get it."

Garth was silent for a moment as he tried to remember when she could have done this but soon gave up when she dangled it in front of his face.

He could ask later, the soup and sandwiches were done.

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