cause i am, i am a little wicked
hands red, hands red just like he said
hands red, hands red just like he said
It had been a long time since she'd done a hit. Too long, really, but each one required a measure of caution and a level of research that she always adhered to. There was no room for mistakes and carelessness in a situation such as this.
She always made certain it was well deserved.
This man, Vendetta had believed, hadn't had a slave ever since his last escaped a few years ago. But, as she'd recently discovered, he'd just gotten better at hiding them. She assumed he was being far more careful, didn't want to risk losing another. Unfortunately for him, that also meant he was on her radar. Oh, soon he would not need to worry about his slaves getting the best of him. He wouldn't need to worry about anything at all. Tonight, she would get the best of him.
Vendetta moved through the quiet, night dark streets of Solterra like a wraith. If any who knew her would see her, they'd hardly recognize her without her finery on. She'd left all that behind in her home. She couldn't risk her skirt catching on something, or a stray pearl or rose petal falling on the ground. No, it was better to go in plain, and the only thing she carries with her was a dagger. Her newest dagger, actually, purchased from the shore of Vitreus Lake at Denocte's masquerade over the summer. In the night it shone like lightning and was smooth as glass.
She found the man's house with ease, having walked past it more than once during the day. In no more than a few seconds she was inside, walking carefully across the polished floors. Truthfully, Vendetta could not help but admire the decor. The nobles certainly liked to brag about their status through their homes. Marble, gold leaf, huge drapery and fine carvings. It both impressed and disgusted her, simply because of the kind of horror these walls no doubt saw.
She wondered what secrets, what sort of hells, they could describe. Then she decided she'd lived enough of it herself and moved on, passing through archways and by doors. One of these doors hid a monster. Another held his hostages.
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.
Vendetta cracked open a door, and down, down, down it led, into a darkness her sight could scarcely penetrate. She descended, only her own breath whispering in her ears. At the bottom she almost expected to find cells, but what she saw instead only made her anger burn colder. If she could turn this place to ash she would. It, like he, deserved to rot in hell.
It was the second door she opened, back on the main floor of the house, that held the girls, for they could not be that much older. 3 years, perhaps 4. They startled when they saw her, and she saw in their eyes everything they'd been through and it all looked like fear. With her knife she cut their chains and looked them in the eye. “You are free now, you can go. I promise he will never hurt you or anyone else again.” They nodded, shoulders shaking eyes wide. That was when Vendetta noticed the empty place next to them, clearly meant for a third. Empty, or missing?
“Is there another one of you?” They nodded, eyes tearful. One of them, blue like the ocean with hair like a starless night, whispered ‘He… he took her to b-bed.’ Vendetta's eyes hardened, and she straightened out, dropping a bag on the floor before them. It made a metallic jingling sound when it landed. “I will send her to find you, then all of you need to get out of here. Use that,” she indicated toward the bag, “to do whatever you need to get on your feet.” As she turned to go, the other girl, pale as a spring sun with hair as warm as the desert sands, scrambled to her feet. ‘Wait! What is your name? How can we ever repay you?’
Vendetta paused at the threshold of the door, and when she spoke there was a quiet power to her voice that only rang louder in the silence between them. “Do not ever let anyone make you into their possession again, be your own master.” Then, she smirked, and her ruby eyes sparkled in the dimness. “I am the Pearl Mistress.”
Then, she was gone.
There were only a handful of doors left, and only one of them held her prize. She trailed the hallway like a ghost, nearly silent, only there would just be one ghost made tonight and it was not her. Vendetta turned the handle on the next door to the right and was met with exactly what she had been looking for. Her gaze narrowed as she looked on, and as she did every time she pushed away the similarities to her own past. She pushed them away and drowned them in her ire, letting it fill her veins.
The girl woke as Vendetta moved toward the bed, and her breathing was sharp and ragged and in the light filtering through the sheer curtained windows Vendetta saw a world of abuse on her skin. She tried not to grind her teeth as she pressed ever closer, and then she began to speak, her tone hushed but firm. “The others are waiting for you. Go, find them, and get out of here.”
Slowly, oh so slowly, she moved out from beneath his monstrous embrace, and she, of the three perhaps, had the hardest glint to her eyes. His favorite, or did she just take the brunt of it upon herself to protect her friends? When the girl finally stood and looked Vendetta in the eye she had a feeling she would be just fine out there in the world. This girl wore shadows as a skin and had hair like moonlight and eyes like a still summer lake, “Go,” Vendetta said again, and the girl only nodded and she, too, was gone.
Vendetta only waited a few minutes, as long as she could afford to give them time to get away from here without risking him waking up. She watched him sleep and thought if she didn't care about getting dirty she might gut him then and there. The unicorn bared her teeth like a wolf and then moved our the bed to his side. One of his wings hung lazily down onto the ground, darkly colored. With some satisfaction, Vendetta decided she'd like to wake him up, and she raised a leg into the air, poising it over the tender fragile wing bones before slamming it down. The crunch sent a shiver down her spine, but the man's answering scream, muffled by the was of bedcloth she held over his face, made it that much more satisfying.
His wild eyes found hers, leaning over him in the dark as a demon might. And oh, if she wasn't to be his reckoning. Jeweled purple eyes met ruby red and his fear was reflected back at himself. “If I were you, I would start praying to Solis to save your soul. But I think even then it would be too late for you.” He had no time to try and scream before Vendetta wielded her dagger, dragging it defy across his neck in one smooth motion. She stood back, and knew that the last thing he would see was her silhouette in the moonlight. Vendetta hoped her image would haunt him wherever he was going.
She didn't even wait to hear his last breath before she was leaving, pushing her way out a side door. No doubt once intended for staff, as it opened directly into an alleyway. As silently as she'd arrived, Vendetta disappeared into the shadows again, making her way back to her own home. There was nothing else she needed to do here.
@Caine *eyes emoji*
