001 | friday night

Saliva -- born of exhilaration -- seeped through her clenched jaws and her mismatched eyes stared him down like a piece of meat. The ground trembled when she took another step forward, backing him into a corner. He'd been panic-stricken for many moments now; Guillotine enjoyed every ounce of it.

   His face was lit up like fireworks with some primal fear -- dread -- and this emotion set her bones on fire. Her calloused hands clutched the handle of her weapon and she lifted it up, up above her height. The young adult's eyes widened briefly when she struck him; glassy, like porcelain. Clunk. Guillotine felt the vibrations against her palm from the guttural (yet quieted) roar he released before dropping cold. 

  "Ah," was all she said with a coy smile. She leaned down, swift as to not waste any time, and took his warm hand in her own before beginning to drag him deeper into the unfathomably dark stretch of the alleyway.

   As the short trek began beneath the coat of blackness she began to ponder. Stew, meatloaf, sandwiches -- perhaps a roast. The thought alone of this meal coated her insides with anticipation. However, at the thought of food, an ugly memory pricked her.

   A few days prior, things had not gone so well for the cutthroat. Her limp wings slowly raised at her sides, poised and weakened. Imperfections coated her blood red membranes with scars and huge holes. Across her face and neck were bandaged wounds that almost sizzled to the touch. No, Tuesday was not pleasant in the least.

  However, this had not delayed her lust, and had only fueled her ever-growing rage. A knot caught in Guillotine's throat as she took a swift inhale, and exhaled slowly. Her eyes flitted towards her victim's limp body. They always had some sort of blissful expression splayed across their faces; it was almost beautiful, but equally as tragic.

  A shame it would not last long.

  Her blade glistened as it hit his throat, easily slicing through the skin and into the muscles and whatever was underneath. It felt primal and real. Something no other act could ever accomplish; igniting this thrill and emotion.