The Death Game

Chapter 9 [Part 2]

-Outside 221B-

''I'm going to go to St.Barth's Juls, I think I've missed too many days of work, plus I don't want Molly to miss me too much...'' Abygaëlle said looking down at her feet.

''I... okay I guess, I'm going to... uhm, do nothing for the rest of my life and die alone.'' her tall friend replied with a fake laugh.

''See you later you twat!'' the scientist answered giving her friend a quick hug before jumping quickly into a cab, ''Don't do anything I wouldn't do!'' she screamed out from inside the car as it was driving away.

Turning her back to the street, Juliet pulled on her collar so it would cover her cheeks from the icy morning air. The wind was blowing strong. She was dirty and dressed in the clothes from the previous night, she smelled of alcohol and she wore the strong scent of cigarettes as perfume. She made her way to the corner of the street and pulled out a small phone from her small leather purse who hung by her side.

''I'm sure you wouldn't risk your life calling trained assassins, dearest.'' Juliet mumbled, a devilish smirk appearing on her bright red lips. She knew exactly who to call.

Lexis Blake answered on the other end of the line, surprised by who was calling her. Juliet quickly asked where she was and if she could meet her right now. ''I'm quite busy right now...'' was all the woman answered, in the background, the high-pitched cries and screams of people could be heard. Suddenly they were stopped by a loud silence. The screams stopped.

''Still busy?'' Juliet asked a small smirk on her snow-like skin.

''There's more coming. And it doesn't look like it's going to stop! Could we arrange a meeting in a few days?'' Lexis screamed trying her best to slice her attackers in half.

After being given the directions for their meeting, Juliet hung up the phone and quickly shoved it back into her bag. She had been fighting the urges for far too long now. It had been at least a week now and the urges in the pit of her stomach had gotten bigger and bigger, stronger and harder to hide. She felt the blood pumping through her cold body as she got closer to her destination. She was itching to kill something. The fresh, warm blood slowly trickling down her emotionless face, the adrenaline passing through her body with such rapidity.

She couldn't bear to pass one more minute without peeling someone's skin off their bones. The urges were strong, she wanted to feel the guts slipping through her skeletal finger filled with blood. Her small nose wanted to be filled with all these sickening smells, the devilish smell of copper... She wanted to stare at her victim in the eyes as she shot them bits by bits, torturing them and seeing the life leave their terrified eyes. She needed it. She wanted it. 

And she was going to get it.

-Two days later-

-Chisenhale Works abandoned factory-

Chisenhale Works' factory had been taken over by a group of artists and a dance collective. The factory closed a few years later and still appears to be derelict. It was a rather large building built in bright red bricks. A row of single yet large windows filled the whole facade of the abandoned factory, all were smashed, broken. It was situated next to a small river and nature had grown all around the area and had made its way over most of the building's left wing. Beautiful.

Her heels made an awful clicking sound as she walked. Her heels were the only thing she could hear in the building. She made her way further into the depths of the architecture, the walls were old and had faded to grey. Objects such as lamps, cupboards, CDs, books and even paintbrushes were scattered all over the dirty floor. On the faded walls were splashes of colour and light squirts of red paint were everywhere, from the ceiling to the floor. Or was that just blood? Juliet walked slowly up the stairs and to the first floor when she overheard a nearby conversation. Two men talked, no sign of a female voice, where was Lexis Blake?