crazy, he calls me ;; [ finished ]

[Ciara Malone]

Ciara didn't need a reason for the things she did. She did them simply because she could, she did them simply because they were fun, and she did them simply because there was no reason not to. Why not do the things she did? Because they were wrong? They were only wrong because some man, somewhere, stood on a pedestal, pointed his finger and said that they were wrong. If he was able to make them wrong, then wasn't she allowed to make them right? It made perfect sense in her head, and to her that was all that mattered. She didn't give a rat's ass about others or the repercussions of her actions; there would only be consequences if she was caught, and she always made sure that she wouldn't be caught. Even if she was, there was always Saben, but she never once had to bring him into anything or use him as a way to get out.

She was dragged from her thoughts as the woman she held onto let out a small cry, one full of fear and distraught. Ciara tutted her tongue and gently brushed the tip of her knife across the woman's heaving, soft chest. “Shhh, don't worry. There isn't anything to be afraid of. Don't you know?” She whispered, nuzzling into the brunette's soft, curly hair. A smile dripped from her voice as a giggle coaxed its way from the depths of her throat. “Dead is the new alive.” And in the blade went, sinking deep and mercilessly into the woman's tender flesh.

tag Elsie

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[elsie]

“Why are you doing this?” Her question fell on deaf ears as she was held in place, pressed against the taller woman with the knife. Elsie only first approached her because it looked like she needed help, but how wrong she was. It was nothing but a ruse, and Elsie fell for it like a bug to a bright light; it was a trap, and who better to fall for it than the one who is willing, driven, to help anyone in the slightest bit of trouble? And look where it got her; yet she didn't blame the woman. Some people couldn't help themselves. Elsie was just sad that she couldn't help, despite the knife hovering over her chest.

The knife was so close. She could feel it brushing against her skin, aching to bite her skin. She couldn't help herself as a cry slipped from her lips and broke through the air. Immediately she wanted to take it back as she felt the woman stir, as if she had been roused from her thoughts and brought back to the dark, damp alley way and her victim. Elsie bit her bottom lip, fighting the new tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks. Crying wasn't going to help, she was well aware of that. And then the woman clicked her tongue and cooed into her ear. Her hot breath raked across Elsie's ear, causing her to shiver just as she caught the woman's word. Her heart raced. She knew there was no escape, nothing she could do. Another cry broke from her lips, a second before the knife stroked her skin and then plunged into her chest as if she was made of nothing but putty.

A direct plunge to the heart, deadly even without the sharp twist of the knife that soon followed.

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