Ice fragment
Nov. 15th, 2007 09:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
farlaInstead of making something useable I'm just writing up fragments occuring at some unknown point.
"Hello," he says softly. He shouldn't have seen her yet. It always takes time. She's off to the side and he's next to her, taller and leaning down slightly. "I believe I've heard of you."
"Me?" she says like a child.
He almost smiles and says, "This is a farce. I want you to kill them."
This is false. This is true.
"Am I supposed to kill them?" she says instead like a child.
"Like I said"
Lied.
"this is a farce I"
Lied.
"made."
And he smiles slightly, showing barely the white of his teeth.
She tastes the trap in the air.
She kills them and he smiles sorry and shoots her. She refuses and he shakes his head and shoots her.
She says like a child, "I'm supposed to obey the person in charge."
He puts his hand on the top of her head and says, "Aren't you a good girl."
He turns and addresses the room. "I'm Petersen, and I'm the one you'll be obeying for the next few weeks. You've been hand-picked for this, so try not to screw up."
One of them says mockingly, "You hand-pick the kid too?"
He shoots the man in the leg.
"As far as any of you are concerned, I am God until the job is over," he continues. "For those of you who have been ignoring office politics, my boss hates your bosses. For those of you who don't know me, I hate you. You were hand-picked. Do not mistake this as being irreplaceable. There are plenty of you. Complete the job without pissing me off, and you'll come back alive."
He hands the child a swiss army knife. It's perhaps two inches and blunt. "Cut out his heart and give it to me."
"What – what the hell do you -"
The other men reflexively move out of the way as she approaches, scared.
She stabs him through the chest and saws at the bone.
Behind her, Petersen continues over the screams, "Consider the girl my second-in-command."
She manages to wrench the ribs open. She reaches in and grasps the heart in one hand, pulling it out. With her other hand she cuts the veins and arteries attached to it, covering her in blood.
She hands him the spasming heart.
"Thank you," he says, smiling at her.
Holding the heart in one hand, he says to the others, "If any of you are coming to the bright idea of removing me, I should add that, should anything happen to me, it will be assumed deliberate and you'll be killed as traitors. Welcome to Hell, gentlemen. Let's make the most of our time together."
He tosses the heart on the floor before him. It continues to beat.
"We leave in two hours. Collect anything you need. Put your affairs in order. Run and I'll have her hunt you down. Please, feel free to run."
He looks to the child again and says, "Come along."
She follows him out.
"Hello," he says softly. He shouldn't have seen her yet. It always takes time. She's off to the side and he's next to her, taller and leaning down slightly. "I believe I've heard of you."
"Me?" she says like a child.
He almost smiles and says, "This is a farce. I want you to kill them."
This is false. This is true.
"Am I supposed to kill them?" she says instead like a child.
"Like I said"
Lied.
"this is a farce I"
Lied.
"made."
And he smiles slightly, showing barely the white of his teeth.
She tastes the trap in the air.
She kills them and he smiles sorry and shoots her. She refuses and he shakes his head and shoots her.
She says like a child, "I'm supposed to obey the person in charge."
He puts his hand on the top of her head and says, "Aren't you a good girl."
He turns and addresses the room. "I'm Petersen, and I'm the one you'll be obeying for the next few weeks. You've been hand-picked for this, so try not to screw up."
One of them says mockingly, "You hand-pick the kid too?"
He shoots the man in the leg.
"As far as any of you are concerned, I am God until the job is over," he continues. "For those of you who have been ignoring office politics, my boss hates your bosses. For those of you who don't know me, I hate you. You were hand-picked. Do not mistake this as being irreplaceable. There are plenty of you. Complete the job without pissing me off, and you'll come back alive."
He hands the child a swiss army knife. It's perhaps two inches and blunt. "Cut out his heart and give it to me."
"What – what the hell do you -"
The other men reflexively move out of the way as she approaches, scared.
She stabs him through the chest and saws at the bone.
Behind her, Petersen continues over the screams, "Consider the girl my second-in-command."
She manages to wrench the ribs open. She reaches in and grasps the heart in one hand, pulling it out. With her other hand she cuts the veins and arteries attached to it, covering her in blood.
She hands him the spasming heart.
"Thank you," he says, smiling at her.
Holding the heart in one hand, he says to the others, "If any of you are coming to the bright idea of removing me, I should add that, should anything happen to me, it will be assumed deliberate and you'll be killed as traitors. Welcome to Hell, gentlemen. Let's make the most of our time together."
He tosses the heart on the floor before him. It continues to beat.
"We leave in two hours. Collect anything you need. Put your affairs in order. Run and I'll have her hunt you down. Please, feel free to run."
He looks to the child again and says, "Come along."
She follows him out.
