Bruises and Bitemarks

Chapter 17

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Unknown's POV:

I stared at the ceiling for just too long, before I got disturbed. I was bored. I felt it creeping up on my shoulders, knowing I could be doing something fun like, I don't know... Amy.

Oh, yes, my sweet little alley-cat... But no. I was here, waiting for Ms Obvious von Jane, playing with a gun in my hand. I actually didn't plan to use it, I rarely kill anyone so easily. And not Jane, not now that she decided to break our contract. I stole something... so what? The kitten was off the limits, and I told her that at the very beginning. I didn't even have the time to use my little thing since Eric was out for so long... But of course, when shit gets real hard, I have to be the one solving it. 

Typical.

I heard a soft noise, alerting me that Jane is awake finally. 

"I hate when people pass out on me Jane. You know, as a torturer, that's the worst that could happen, although it quite usual..." I started, standing up from the chair that I was loosely sitting on for a long time now. The woman had ripped her pencil skirt a little in the process of defending herself (quite unsuccessfully may I say), and her makeup was also ruined. Her eyes held no pride, no challenge. They held fear, anger and some coldness that was still plastered over her face.

That's no surprise though.

The first person I've met, who wasn't afraid of me instantly, was a fair blonde girl, who couldn't have been more than 15. It's funny, because she doesn't even remember when we first met, but it was... fascinating. In a way. 

Back then she dressed like a hooker, probably because she didn't have normal clothes, to begin with. We've met once, in an alley-way. It was fairly romantic, I was wearing a Phantom of the Opera mask, and she asked for a cigarette. 

She is the only fucking girl, who would walk up to a stranger who's shirt is bloody, and who wears a musical mask, then ask him for a cigarette. 

I didn't really have much time with her though, she left with Jason after we've exchanged a few words. 

"This is no place for a child." I stated as if I cared about her safety. I suppose that was the right thing to say in that certain situation. The alleyway we were standing in, was infamous to be the place of horrific murders, rapes, and other illegal businesses. The girl in front of me didn't seem to be bothered by that, the only thing that made her fierce little eyes sparkle with anger is that I called her a child. 

"Never knew it was exclusively for phantoms."  she rolled her eyes in a typical teenager manner. I had to remind myself a few times, that she is, in fact, a child, because... she was disturbingly appealing. I had a long list of mental illnesses that I could check out for myself, but I hoped paedophilia wasn't one of them. Maybe it was less likely a sexual thing, more of a... torturing arousal. 

Quite like when a photographer sees a perfect face or a perfect model for a certain picture.

I was curious. Finally. I was so bored for so long, that it's been killing me, but here it is. A perfect plaything walked up to me, right here right now. 

"What are you doing here?" I asked easily, not even aiming to take off my mask. She wasn't bothered by it though, her eyes curiously scanned me. She obviously wasn't ashamed of checking me out, but there was no need either. I looked like a movie serial killer, and that somehow made people think, I am not actually one.