Penguin's Bird ~ A Gotham Fanfic

Chapter Seven: A Murder in the Narrows

Chapter Seven: A Murder in the Narrows

Dacey's POV:

He was drowning, the crimson substance surrounded his body, the fresh smell of copper filling my nose.

I turn the metal blade in my hand, watching as the light flickered across the silver deadly edge.

The man sweats like a pig as I grin at him, leaning over and place my blade against the pulsing vein protruding from his neck.

"Tell me why you did it?" I ask, my voice deadly sweet as I taunt him smirking.

"Doo... do what?" he asks in confusion, his black eyes squinting in pain from where I had hit him.

"Wrong answer," I sing grinning, pulling the blade away from his throat and instead jabbing it directly under his ribcage, causing the man to let out an agonizing scream.

"Stop! STOP!" he begs, tears rolling down his face as I shake my head, no pity crosses my mind as I stare at him.

"I know that you're working for who I'm looking for, now why did your boss kill him?" I snarl, pulling the blade out of his body slowly.

"Your fiancé was just another name on the list... I swear," the man stutters out as his eyes begin to drop. I scoff and wipe the blade against the man's coat, cleaning the blade.

"So Brendan Hollister was another name on a list of people?" I interrogate hissing at the man.

"Y... yes, just another name... I swear, I swear..." the man cries as I shake my head.

"Why? Why was he?" I ask my voice getting extremely low as the man begins to cough painfully.

"They were just people on the list... All of them had to go, they were a problem for him... he got his men to kill them, he hates the dirty work..." the man explains as I nod my head.

"So you're telling me, that he owns a hitman's business?" I question in confusion to which the man nods.

"He's part of the Underworld here in Gotham and he has been for a very long time," he replies as I watch his eyes grow heavy.

"So you don't know why Brenden died? You don't know why he was murdered?" I continue to question as the man shakes his head slowly, his whole body becoming lethargic.

"Such a shame, you are no longer of any use to me," I state as I wave the blade in the air, preparing to stab him for the final time.

"Wait! Wait! They weren't freak accidents last year. All of those people were on the list. All businessmen," he informs me, panicking.

I lean down and brush my gloved hand against his cheek, smiling at him.

"Thank you," I whisper before plunging the blade into his stomach, listening to him gurgle in pain. I shush him and lightly run my fingers through his hair, soothing him, offering comfort.

"W... why?" he chokes out, blood spilling from his lips as I look down at him.

I sigh and stand to my feet.

"We can't have you telling on me now, can we?" I question sarcastically as I watch the last light of his eyes drain from his face.

I walk away from his body, luckily we were in the Narrows, so no one would question a dead body found in one of the alleys.

"One down, several more to go," I whisper to myself and walk onto the main street before I hear my phone buzz.

Oswald's POV: