Broken Bodies (Lesbian - Action/Mystery)

Inevitable

Human lives are practically always about one thing, really, aren't they? Death. The inevitability of death. . .they may never escape. I thought to myself.

"I hate the sight of blood.'' I casually stated as I reached into the hip pocket of the wounded human child gurgling for air against his own bloody saliva and vomit. He had met the same horrifying death as those who had been labelled bounties since the beginning of their existence.

''Then maybe you shouldn't kill for a living.'' Deminis replied absentmindedly after hauling the next corpse over the balcony from the seventh floor.

Ha! As if avoiding one bloodshed after the next was an option.

*sigh* "There's nothing here anyway, it looks like they've already got whiff of us in the area and made an escape before we could interfere.'' I pointed out across the distorted hotel room.

''Yeah well, that's going to be one HELL of a mess to clean up!'' Deminis lightly joked while leaning over the railing, to gaze down at the broken bodies to which she enjoyed disregarding.

''I wonder what piss poor cover up the media will use this time?'' She had always been handy for these discreetly dirty situations, deleting all evidence of our existence from unwanted beings. Especially humans.

''Time to go Deminis, we've gotta make a move while their tracks are fresh.'' I decapitated the little boys head using a long splinter of mahogany left over from the coffee table beside us, a better way to die rather than leaving him to drown on his own bodily fluids.

''You're always one to go after the chase...tell me, do you get a kick out of it! Or just feel better about adding to the aftermath? Her tone was curious.

"That's the last of witnesses.'' I stood straight and brushed myself off while ignoring Deminis. I then took one...two..three long strides across the upturned living room, and four.. leapt out of the double glass doors over the railing.

The wind hit me and I embraced it against my chrome wings as they flourished into appearance. The air swept me up like a hurricane into the black curtains of the still night sky where Deminis flew not too far behind.

Deminis was like a sister, and had been an extra help in the investigation of unusual murders which had been occurring in multiples across the state, we'd spent a few years together and had seen the worst of each other including the better half. 

She was someone who I always thought twice about.

Will you turn on me in a life or death scenario the first chance you're given?  Because that was how she had always been. Close, yet distant.

Her priorities were always with the people she held dearly. However, aside from her unique appearance, long mocha hair, atlantic green eyes, straight nose, dolce lips and tall athletic figure, she was a very accurate tracker, and highly useful between both worlds.

The living, and the dead.

My world rested in between. I was neither born. But created.

I came into existence all thanks to a single human error during the early year of 1298 B.C by a strongly regarded pathologist who was named Jericho Denver.

He had devoted half his life to practicing dark magic within his home, using deceased animals to attempt the death reversal spell in the hopes that he would eventually master the art and save many lives someday.

He had pushed his luck trying to play God. His curiosity gotten the better of him when one day he attempted the creators spell by cutting out the vital organs of a lifeless child during an autopsy and bringing them back to his house.