>>5379786Approaching Sonny’s body, you find a squad of Good Boy Security standing guard around the corpse–each of them foregoing the usual gas mask with a simple respirator revealing their human faces beneath. Between them all lies the blonde-haired psycho covered up by a modest white sheet already soaked with lingering blood. Upon seeing you approach, one of the guards waves you over as the others back up to give you some room.
“Parble. Figured you’d want to say hi to ‘em.”
Yea, you snort, figured she could use a visit!
“Well we ain’t gonna stop ya.” The goon replies as he shares a knowing glance with his men. “Blumenkrantz ordered us to keep anyone from moving her–guess he’s got plans for the body. I’m hoping it involves explosives… or a really big meat grinder.”
If anyone deserves a cool sendoff, you counter, it sure as shit aint <span class="mu-i">HER</span>. Glaring daggers at the corpse, your statement is met with a quiet nod from the guard.
“Yea… yea, you’re probably right. Anyways, we did a quick check in case she was hiding anything dangerous, but she didn’t have much. Should all be there for ya’.”
You shift your frown over to him. And her wallet? Keys? Anything like that?
“Wallet’s secure–you’ll see what I mean when you look at it.” He says in a knowing tone. “Like I said, she was traveling light–not much else of note.”
You’ll see about <span class="mu-i">that</span>, you hiss as you and Lil’ Stanley approach the corpse. Crouching next to the sheet, you lift it up just enough to see the remains of Sunny’s skull–or what’s left of it.
“Christy didn’t take any chances, did she?” Ly remarks as you dutifully begin rifling through your boss’ pockets.
“<span class="mu-r">Anger makes people lose control… every demon knows that!</span>” Nats adds as you make a pile of your findings next to the body. “<span class="mu-r">You don’t think straight when you’re mad… pretty handy if you’re trying to possess someone…</span>”
Serves her <span class="mu-i">right</span>, you snarl as you stand up and give the corpse a good kick! If Christy didn’t turn her head into ground beef she’d probably have that stupid ‘<span class="mu-i">I-told-ya-so</span>’ smile plastered on her smug face! Bitch!
“Easy, Stan…” Ly warns as you give your boss and tormentor another kick to the ribs, “She can’t hurt nobody anymore…”
How long did she mess with you, you mutter under your breath. How many shifts did you think you were alone only to have her or her little ‘<span class="mu-i">Honeybuns</span>’ watching your every move? What the <span class="mu-i">FUCK</span>, man?!
Clenching your fists at your sides, you shoot a glare at the security guards as they all struggle to not pay attention to you. Steadying yourself with a deep breath, you finally respond to Ly with a resolute nod–he’s right, you sigh, she can’t hurt anyone anymore.
You <span class="mu-i">hope</span>.
>CONTD. 