After the fall

Chapter 7~ That night

Pre warning this chapter is a bit ya know...vulgar sooo read at your own risk I will do a summery just in case you don't want to read.

That night

I rose out of my bed and put on my pajamas. I really don't want to die naked.... I smoothed out the front and checked round the back for marks.You know I was wearing my expensive ones. I grabbed my dads gun that he just.....taught me to use and I stepped out of my dead dads room. I had the gun infront ,ready to shoot, and searched the hall. With my back to the stairs I bent down and checked for the knife in my slipper. The pocket knife that daddy dearest baught me for my 8th Birthday.
'Your ass is sexy as fuck.'
I turn 180 and point the gun at the man stood in the dark of the stairs.
'Pervert'
'And?'he replied in a coy voice
'And fuck off' At this point my gun was tucked inside my waist band and i looked like the innocent girl i always apeared to be.
'Oh pricess a liitle girl like you shouldn't use such lauage' He lectured. As if I care for his petty opinion of me or my lifestyle.
'Thats what the last guy said' At that I threw my knife and it slicd through his shoulder and attached him to the wall. I then threw the other and it sliced through his other shoulder and now he was pinned to the wall.
'Oops!' I giggled as if i was a nieve child.
'You bitch!' He spat infuriated at my lack of care for him.
'I thought that language was forbidden,' I pouted 'or does that rule only apply to nieve little girls who cant defend themselves?' I took the gun from my pants and studied the man before me. He was tall and leam 6 foot 5 inches i think. At any rate at 5 foot 6 inches I was no match for him. I smiled politely as if he was my guest. He glared back at me with his piercing green eyes. Oh dear, a slash of pain momentaeraly flicked into his eyes. I beamed back at him.
'Go on, you little whore! Shoot me!' A piece of his long dark hair fell onto his face. God this guy looked rediculous. At most he was 23 years of age and an untrained amateur, a waste of a life to send him after me. At 18 years of age i had twice his skills and i dont dare question i had more experience. More people had tried to kill me than what he had killed. The first coming when i was just 5. Silly little men trying to come after a very 'silly' girl. Haha fuck them.
'No. I need information, you filth. If not i will shoot you,' He scoffed 'and not some where that will kill you instantly. Oh and i have plenty more knives here.' I pulled out a secret compart ment and a shelves and shelves of knives apeared. A stiffled gasp could be heard. This was going to me hilarious.
'Now wheres my slicing knife?' I smiles to myself as I hear the man gulp.
'Fuck you.' He spat. Unfortunately (for him) my hand was over my throwing knives. I picked it up and hurled it at him and it got him just above his head. I heard a gasp . So I turned around and grabbed another. I smiled.
'Who sent you?' I demanded
'Ill never tell u. You simple skank!' I hurled my knife at him. Purposely aiming below the genitals. With the gasp I knew I had my aim down to a T.
'I will go higher. WHO sent you!' I screamed
'Never.' He eyed my gun.'Shoot me.' And i did. In his hips. His legs no longer worked. He laughed as if i was pathetic. I sighed and disabled both his arms. He couldnt move them but he could definitely feel them. I sughed once again knowing that the sun was going to be coming up soon.
'WHO!' I screamed. When I was greeted with silence, i turned to my knife bord and looked for my slicing knife. I found it splattered with blood. I picked it up walking to my victim. His eyes widened with shock as I wiped the blood off onto his shirt.
'Spill.' I felt him shake his head violently. I sighed as i go my knife and began to make dots. Time for connect the dots.He screeched in pain and i did a final clutter of dots on his arm. I smiled evily.
'So u gunna spill?' I raised my eyebrows.
'No' His eyes screamed pain but his mouth spoke anger.
'No? Ok.' I started to connect the dots as his yells of pain grew louder. I smirked as i looked at my work. Yes, the family crest of an eye with a D inside was srtunning.
'You look gorgeous dear! Would you like a few on your face?' I questioned him, wondering if he would like one on his face for real.
'You wouldn't?' His statement sounded more like a question as i neared him with my blades tip facing his face.
As I got closer, I lowered my blade and kissed his soft cheek. Slowly i kissed my way to his ear.
'I could make you suffer. I could let you live. I could kill you right now, but I need to know who the fucker responsible for why I'm hurting you.' I whisper seductively into his ear before kissing the sensitive spot below his ear.
'Please.' His voice was rough and lustful
'I need to know.' I pleaded, fake sensitivity laced into my voice
'Declan, Declan Ventiny.' His sighed. So desperate. How dare Declan, how dare he!
'I'm sorry.' They were the last words he heard before i skimmed my kife across his neck. Killing him finally.
I bet Declan loved a good game of Ding Dong Ditch.