Others Like Me - Hotline Miami Fanfiction

Chapter 17

Alex tightened the tension of the brand new chain she purchased just for this occasion. She ran her finger over sharp jagged edges of the chain links, letting the jagged pointy teeth create little indents against her flesh. She poured fuel from the bright red container, down into the yellow funnel, carefully filling the tank. She caressed her beauty, her partner in crime. She held the chainsaw housing against her bare skin, closing her eyes with an affectionate grace.

Soon...

In the other room, sitting on the couch in his batman boxer shorts, Ash peered through the eye holes of his mask, as his fingers worked the metallic brush through the barrel of his gun, now disassembled into pieces spread out onto the table before him. He brushed, cleaned, and oiled his weapon, taking care of every piece, every spring and pin, relishing the sounds and sensations as well as the smell of the oil.

He reassembled his weapon, taking his time, taking great care, treating it like the artifact it was. It was a blessed vessel, that contained not holy water, not the skin flakes of some dead saint, but cold lead that with the pull of its trigger became hot lead before drilling its way into some poor fucks body.

He loaded every bullet into his magazine and spare magazine, meticulously, before sliding one into his Glock 17, chambering a round. He shivering from the auditory pleasure, of the mechanical clack of the gun racking the round into the chamber. The weapon was now hot, which meant it was ready to kill. Likewise, Ash's body was now hot, and ready to kill.

Back in her room, Alex stood in front of the full body mirror in her white bra and panties. She was wearing her swan mask, and had been wearing it, since they first returned home. She stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself, at her true self. She had been waiting for this moment for far to long, and soon she would have to wait no longer. To her surprise, she wasnt nervous. She felt calm, as if she was still in the haze of a pleasant dream. A warm sensation, a gentle excitement was glowing in her belly, as her fingers caressed her bare stomach.

Soon... very soon...

Alex didnt turn her head, but watched Ash through the reflection of the mirror, as he opened the door to her room, and walked up behind her. He had no reservations about approaching her in her underwear, anymore then she had of him in his boxers. Even if they were the squeamish types, they were not Alex and Ash, brother and sister right now. They were Killer Swan Number One, and Killer Swan Number Two. Two bodies, one will.

Ash waited behind Alex silently. They had remained mute since their drive home from witnessing Mark's abduction, as possible murder. They had decided long ago, that the Killer Swans, did not talk, they let the saw and the gun do the talking for them. Anything anyone wanted to know about their intentions, they could get from the cold unfeeling bills of their rubber swan faces.

Alex reached down by her feet and picked up a thin, long length of white cloth, handing it to her brother. Ash took the strip of cloth and waited patiently, as Alex turned towards the mirror and undid her bra. She let the bra lay where it fell, before raising her hands to the top of her head. Ash wrapped the strip of cloth around her chest, before tightening it behind her back. Alex made a gesture with her shoulders that Ash instinctively interpretative as "Tighter."

Ash pulled the cloth around her chest tightly, painfully flattening Alex's breasts against herself. Alex could help but feel a small welling of pleasure from the experience as her brother began to tie the knot in place. Killer Swan Number One didnt have breasts, it didnt have a gender. She wasnt a pretty young woman with blond hair and blue eyes, living in Miami with her brother. Ash wasnt a scrawny smart ass, who was good with his hands. They were leaving their human shells behind so they were no more human then they were natural disasters or forces of nature.