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Authors: M.E. Betts
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started around to the back of the building. Crossing the roof, she crouched again above her former bedroom window, waiting for the two men to catch up.
Red and his underling rounded the corner, entering the rear yard and glaring up toward Daphne's former window through the ashy, embrous coals set into their eye sockets. Daphne let out a low whistle, and they continued to glare in vain at the window, unaware that she was on the roof, in plain view. She whistled again, and as the two of them looked around, catching onto the fact that they were looking in the wrong place, she spread her arms and zeroed in on Logan, the closer and more accessible of the two. She sneered and swooped downward, diving forty feet from the roof of the old brick structure to the lawn below.
As she cut down through the air, she realized that her feet were now equipped with metal talons. She flexed her toes just before they touched down onto Logan's shoulders. The talons sliced and curled in, and without thinking, Daphne ascended up toward the rising sun, her prey in tow. She wore a masque of righteous vengeance as she arced up to around fifty feet, then dove downward, steep and hard, and dashed Logan onto the lawn. Fluffy white dandelion seeds floated through the air in his wake, illuminated with dawn light, as screams tore through her victim's lungs with her newly acquired claws still embedded into his flesh. She rose again, Logan's ruined, crumpled legs dangling lifelessly beneath him as his screams died down to defeated whimpers of protest.
She continued to rise, straining under the extra weight, until she and the sadist were above the tallest trees of the nearby wood. She hovered for a moment, then retracted her talons from their grip deep within Logan's upper back. He tumbled through the air until his body made contact with the dandelion-strewn lawn, twisting at the trunk as he landed with his feet facing the ground and his dead face staring up at the sky.
Daphne, still hovering above the treetops, glanced around the perimeter of the facility. Having finished toying with Logan, she recalled her attention to the more important of the two targets. An emboldened grin played across her face, her blue eyes twinkling as the wind whipped long strands of scarlet hair over her freckled cheeks. She became disembodied, seeing herself in third person, as she whispered a self-assured declaration.
"Red's dead."
Daphne found herself once again inside her body and her right mind, this time firmly, fully and instantaneously. Her eyelids remained closed at first, listening to the female voice she heard coming from her left. She struggled to focus with the loud, blisterous sensation of seared back flesh as a constant backdrop, so loud in her mind she could practically physically hear it. The effort to keep from crying out was a steady drain on her willpower.
"Yeah," the unknown woman said. "So I'm just sitting here with her, I guess, 'til they get back... if they get back."
From the way the woman's voice bounced around the room, Daphne was pretty certain that she was facing the wall. She heard the slight creaking of what sounded like one of the brown metal folding chairs in the room, and she risked a glance to her left, where she saw the young woman sitting on the chair, tilting it back and balancing on its rear legs.
It was one of the young women from the group Red had summoned to witness Heather's humiliation, the one with the smug grin on her face as she had exited the room afterward. She was speaking into a hand-held radio, facing toward the wall as Daphne had predicted. There was a crackled reply through the speaker, and Daphne closed her eyes again, listening over the roar of cascading pain that threatened to inundate her.
"I'll be back as soon as I can, little sis," said a male. "Just--just please sit tight 'til then,
Red and his underling rounded the corner, entering the rear yard and glaring up toward Daphne's former window through the ashy, embrous coals set into their eye sockets. Daphne let out a low whistle, and they continued to glare in vain at the window, unaware that she was on the roof, in plain view. She whistled again, and as the two of them looked around, catching onto the fact that they were looking in the wrong place, she spread her arms and zeroed in on Logan, the closer and more accessible of the two. She sneered and swooped downward, diving forty feet from the roof of the old brick structure to the lawn below.
As she cut down through the air, she realized that her feet were now equipped with metal talons. She flexed her toes just before they touched down onto Logan's shoulders. The talons sliced and curled in, and without thinking, Daphne ascended up toward the rising sun, her prey in tow. She wore a masque of righteous vengeance as she arced up to around fifty feet, then dove downward, steep and hard, and dashed Logan onto the lawn. Fluffy white dandelion seeds floated through the air in his wake, illuminated with dawn light, as screams tore through her victim's lungs with her newly acquired claws still embedded into his flesh. She rose again, Logan's ruined, crumpled legs dangling lifelessly beneath him as his screams died down to defeated whimpers of protest.
She continued to rise, straining under the extra weight, until she and the sadist were above the tallest trees of the nearby wood. She hovered for a moment, then retracted her talons from their grip deep within Logan's upper back. He tumbled through the air until his body made contact with the dandelion-strewn lawn, twisting at the trunk as he landed with his feet facing the ground and his dead face staring up at the sky.
Daphne, still hovering above the treetops, glanced around the perimeter of the facility. Having finished toying with Logan, she recalled her attention to the more important of the two targets. An emboldened grin played across her face, her blue eyes twinkling as the wind whipped long strands of scarlet hair over her freckled cheeks. She became disembodied, seeing herself in third person, as she whispered a self-assured declaration.
"Red's dead."
Daphne found herself once again inside her body and her right mind, this time firmly, fully and instantaneously. Her eyelids remained closed at first, listening to the female voice she heard coming from her left. She struggled to focus with the loud, blisterous sensation of seared back flesh as a constant backdrop, so loud in her mind she could practically physically hear it. The effort to keep from crying out was a steady drain on her willpower.
"Yeah," the unknown woman said. "So I'm just sitting here with her, I guess, 'til they get back... if they get back."
From the way the woman's voice bounced around the room, Daphne was pretty certain that she was facing the wall. She heard the slight creaking of what sounded like one of the brown metal folding chairs in the room, and she risked a glance to her left, where she saw the young woman sitting on the chair, tilting it back and balancing on its rear legs.
It was one of the young women from the group Red had summoned to witness Heather's humiliation, the one with the smug grin on her face as she had exited the room afterward. She was speaking into a hand-held radio, facing toward the wall as Daphne had predicted. There was a crackled reply through the speaker, and Daphne closed her eyes again, listening over the roar of cascading pain that threatened to inundate her.
"I'll be back as soon as I can, little sis," said a male. "Just--just please sit tight 'til then,
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