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with every step. She repeated those words to herself even now, as she sprang from the shadows onto the unsuspecting group of armed men gathering at a warehouse.
He is dead.
Instincts honed by two decades of wet work took over. She flung her arms out and a dozen energy stars flashed towards the startled men. Flesh burned and exploded; the stars tore through their bodies, leaving behind broken twitching meat where living beings had stood moments before.
Dead and gone.
Before all of this, she would have laughed in delight at the carnage and savored the screams of terror as the survivors of her onslaught realized what was happening. Now she went about her business with cold dispassion. Some men ran, and her energy stars struck them from behind and sent their smoldering corpses tumbling to the ground. A couple, braver than the rest or simply too stupid to know they were doomed, drew weapons and tried to fight back. Most of their shots went wide or high. One bullet struck her forehead, right above her right eye. The impact, and the flare of pain as the spent round bounced off her skull, would normally have made her snarl in anger, and she would have given special consideration to the unlucky shooter’s final demise. Now, she merely finished him off as all the others, with as much passion as a farmer slaughtering his livestock.
Dead and gone.
The screams faded away one by one. The last man, both legs severed at the knees, kept on crawling away, praying all the while in a high-pitched voice. “God, please God, please, oh, God.” She caught up to him and finished him off with a stomping kick to the back of his neck. The crunching sound cut off the prayer with sharp finality. Her assignment was complete.
“Well done, Lady Shi.”
He must have shown up at some point while she was distracted by the slaughter. She turned towards the hated voice, and saw the massive form of her lover standing a few feet away. She was intimately aware of everything about the body looming in front of her, his hardiness and relentless strength, and the surprising tenderness it was capable of, when the time was right. The mind and soul that had once dwelt within that body were gone now, however.
He is dead.
“I came to fetch you, my Lady, but saw I was a bit early and contented myself with watching your work,” Mr. Night said through her dead lover’s lips. “Always a pleasure to see a professional in action, although, I must say, you seem to be lacking your customary joie de vivre , my dear.”
She said nothing. The only thing she wanted was to tear that hideous smile off her lover’s face, to kill Mr. Night in the most gruesome manner she could conceive. She was a connoisseur of torture and dismemberment, and she could imagine a hundred ways to make the little monster pay for his actions. She wanted to kill him – but she was too afraid to try.
“Your restraint is wise, my sweet Lady.”
The words mocked her and reminded her of their confrontation on the lakeside beach earlier that night. Upon realizing what had happened, how her Bear had been violated and destroyed, she had attacked. Her Bear was stronger than she, but even his tough hide was not immune to her fiery blades. She should have been able to tear her lover’s body apart, crying as she did it, but knowing it was the only way to avenge him.
Before she could strike, Mr. Night had smiled, and spoken a word in some outlandish language she had never heard before. Upon hearing the word, Lady Shi had disappeared, had turned back into the nameless child in a Shanghai brothel that catered to a very special kind of customer. There is no fear like what a helpless, uncomprehending child feels in the face of utter brutality. She had fallen to her knees, broken and helpless, and Mr. Night had laughed at her.
That humiliation stayed her hand now. There was nothing she could do other than follow orders, bide her time, and wait for an opportunity. From the mocking glint in Mr. Night’s
He is dead.
Instincts honed by two decades of wet work took over. She flung her arms out and a dozen energy stars flashed towards the startled men. Flesh burned and exploded; the stars tore through their bodies, leaving behind broken twitching meat where living beings had stood moments before.
Dead and gone.
Before all of this, she would have laughed in delight at the carnage and savored the screams of terror as the survivors of her onslaught realized what was happening. Now she went about her business with cold dispassion. Some men ran, and her energy stars struck them from behind and sent their smoldering corpses tumbling to the ground. A couple, braver than the rest or simply too stupid to know they were doomed, drew weapons and tried to fight back. Most of their shots went wide or high. One bullet struck her forehead, right above her right eye. The impact, and the flare of pain as the spent round bounced off her skull, would normally have made her snarl in anger, and she would have given special consideration to the unlucky shooter’s final demise. Now, she merely finished him off as all the others, with as much passion as a farmer slaughtering his livestock.
Dead and gone.
The screams faded away one by one. The last man, both legs severed at the knees, kept on crawling away, praying all the while in a high-pitched voice. “God, please God, please, oh, God.” She caught up to him and finished him off with a stomping kick to the back of his neck. The crunching sound cut off the prayer with sharp finality. Her assignment was complete.
“Well done, Lady Shi.”
He must have shown up at some point while she was distracted by the slaughter. She turned towards the hated voice, and saw the massive form of her lover standing a few feet away. She was intimately aware of everything about the body looming in front of her, his hardiness and relentless strength, and the surprising tenderness it was capable of, when the time was right. The mind and soul that had once dwelt within that body were gone now, however.
He is dead.
“I came to fetch you, my Lady, but saw I was a bit early and contented myself with watching your work,” Mr. Night said through her dead lover’s lips. “Always a pleasure to see a professional in action, although, I must say, you seem to be lacking your customary joie de vivre , my dear.”
She said nothing. The only thing she wanted was to tear that hideous smile off her lover’s face, to kill Mr. Night in the most gruesome manner she could conceive. She was a connoisseur of torture and dismemberment, and she could imagine a hundred ways to make the little monster pay for his actions. She wanted to kill him – but she was too afraid to try.
“Your restraint is wise, my sweet Lady.”
The words mocked her and reminded her of their confrontation on the lakeside beach earlier that night. Upon realizing what had happened, how her Bear had been violated and destroyed, she had attacked. Her Bear was stronger than she, but even his tough hide was not immune to her fiery blades. She should have been able to tear her lover’s body apart, crying as she did it, but knowing it was the only way to avenge him.
Before she could strike, Mr. Night had smiled, and spoken a word in some outlandish language she had never heard before. Upon hearing the word, Lady Shi had disappeared, had turned back into the nameless child in a Shanghai brothel that catered to a very special kind of customer. There is no fear like what a helpless, uncomprehending child feels in the face of utter brutality. She had fallen to her knees, broken and helpless, and Mr. Night had laughed at her.
That humiliation stayed her hand now. There was nothing she could do other than follow orders, bide her time, and wait for an opportunity. From the mocking glint in Mr. Night’s
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