“Tch….” The sound reverberated through the darkness and seemed to dance around in the air, giving it’s source the benefit of remaining uncertain. “Tch.” It repeated in a greater volume than before, echoing now against the cracked, decaying walls becoming tossed around more violently while also becoming more recognizable. The soft, exposed muscle tapping the back of teeth almost in disgust was something everyone had heard at least once in their lifetime. Perhaps it wasn't disgust but disappointment? Disappointment in what exactly? Was that really anything that would want to be discovered? In any case it continued, scattered at intervals that allowed it’s creator to move through the shadows to send it out again from a new position. Creator? Creators?
Maybe that was the point, to allow the one whose ears fell victim to the noise the false certainty that there were multiple sources for this sound. It moved too quickly from one area to the next, almost circling to be one culprit. Right? Of course. Nothing could move through the shadows at that rate, nothing could remain out of sight that long while making that sound. Right? Maybe it was just small rodents that didn’t hold a care of the fear they could cause moving around in the walls, maybe it was just the wind from outside causing an odd reaction of creaking wood to produce such a sound. These thoughts the fleeting grasping of the mind to try and create some sort of knowing to replace the crippling doubt and imagination of far worse things taking place.
It continued for several agonizing minutes before it radiated from the darkest corner of the room two more times without moving. Certainly, it was there that the unknown hid. Slowly two icy blue orbs seemed to form from the darkness, piercing into the very depths of the soul like when you fall into a frozen lake. It is enough to cause your breath to catch in your chest and feel the sting of a thousand knives penetrating soft flesh in unison only this was without the dripping nectar that pours from wounds that break it’s firm and yet fragile prison, the soft layer of the epidermis that held under it all the scattered highways that supplied life to those reeking of humanity.
The soft crimson glow emanated from those vibrant orbs that watched, oh they watched, scanning the room around them as though studying the inner workings of the walls with an intensity that was enough to cause anyone afflicted with the human condition to be frozen in fear. Fear of moving, of distracting those menacing irises and drawing their inevitable attention to themselves. Blend into the darkness, the mind would speak, do as they do and maybe they won’t see. But they would. They sensed the rapid pounding that sounded as though a clock was enveloped in cotton. Like a lighthouse resembling a beacon to the ships tossed by the sea, the sound of the panicked heart racing in its cage drew the attention back. The pounding that pumped the sweet, burgundy nectar of life through the scattered roads under that flesh that contained it and seemed to call out seductively to those hungry, feverish orbs that now returned their focus from the room to the one in it.
It isn’t the settling of the walls. It isn’t the wind. It isn’t the rats living, breeding, dying in the walls. These orbs were not simply reflections of light from some crevice unseen. These were eyes. A glistening void that wrapped around bright firey circles that held a flames of hell itself in their center without so much as a hint of mercy in them. They seemed almost doll like, empty and unwelcoming as they continued to gaze to the forsaken one. Under these doll eyes crept something that made the warm flowing of life source from that pounding muscle inside turn to ice, hair pickling up along the back of one’s neck and arms, causing the well known fight or flight scenario to ring out as a plea of the body to save itself. Soft white enamel of perfect aligned teeth between small, sharpened canines clearly formed the twisted and mangled remains of what once could have been called a smile, if the source of it had been human enough to make such a thing. This wasn't a genuine happy-go-lucky smile. This wasn't a young child finding their desired presents under the Christmas tree kind of smile.
This was a kind of, staring into the black void of the ends of space, sort of smile. One that takes hold when sanity is relinquished and the mind realizes that there will only ever be nothingness so it gives way to the primal desires that ran through the most vicious of predators and turns its host into nothing more than a rabid beast. This mangled corpse that may have one day been as soothing as a mother's lullaby only projected the darkness of those eyes. The eyes are the windows to the soul after all. And this creature that hid away in the shadows, concealed by them all except those morbid hues with the plastered grin of malice was something far worse than some rabid beast.
This creature slowly stepped on bare feet from its home in the corner, slender hands finding their place along the wall as it made its way to the soon to be forsaken shell of a man who had wronged all the right people in all the worst ways. In the faint light of the moon coming through the shattered window it was illuminated. It? No. It was a she. A thin framed girl no more than her early twenties made her way towards him. Her clothing hugging in all the right places, her stomach slightly exposed from the tank top that embraced her torso, her waist defined by its possession of her, her breasts not overly large but not small either causing them to be extended out from her frame, even her jeans gave sublime definition of her slender legs and plump rear which was enough to give the man the fleeting impure thoughts of what he would have done to her if she had been sitting at the bar three blocks over a few hours ago. She seemed perfect in her features. Actually too perfect. Almost.....Molded.
Her pale flesh in the moonlight seemed like any others but it was also flawless. Even the most sought after vixens of this day and age had some flaws covered by plasters of make up or paint. But this siren seemed to have not a single scar, not even a hint of acne or facial imperfection, no different shades of makeup drenched into the flesh of her face. Everything about her was simply naturally perfect, like the porcelain dolls on the shelves of shops that were too pretty to be anything more than a display. The arousal the man felt immediately was replaced with another jolt of terror as the realization slammed into his mind like a mac truck meeting a freight train on at seventy five miles an hour of what exactly approached him. This wasn't human, not really. This creature made of flesh and bone was much more.
As the fear flooded the man's eyes, the orbs that remained locked on their target devoured the expression and the grin that was plastered on the face of this creature only twisted at the corners when it grew. This was the mass murdering psycopath plastered in the paper and on the news. The one always two steps ahead of authorites and roaming free. The bloodthirsty creation only few knew as Lucifers vessel for his more darkest demon and drained dead only made stronger as the horrorfying Eric Northman into a Vampire as well. This was the rumored demention that was Baby Firefly that none had survived to factualize the countless stories spread in the underground world of the darknet to by their fans and fiends. She was only known in rumors and warnings. This creation was unlike any of this world. This thing had her own inhumane world wrapped up in a bow under the guise of a home but no clue what place this Hell on Earth could be found. At least.....That was the warning many had been told and foolishly ignored. Sought out and many never returning from this quest and game of chicken with their mortal souls.
Baby walked slowly to him while he stumbled backwards on the splintering, worn wood of the floorboards, savoring the fear she could smell flooding off him. This was her favorite part. The part where the panic causes normally logical decisions to become forgotten and mistakes to be made by even the most fine tuned masters of their crafts. Rule one. Don't have a pattern. Don't have anything that can trace you when in hiding. Failed. The bar three blocks down was all this monster needed to find to gain insight on the mysterious man cloaked in dingy clothing who came in every night, sat to the back corner table facing the door and watched the other patrons as though they were all out to get him. That kind of behavior screamed out to those who frequented the establishment. All it took was one night of sitting in the shadows as she did in this watering hole to locate the man who sloppily disregarded rule one.
The man who now clammered his way towards the door to escape. "Tch." The sound came again, the one that should have warned him immediately to run when he first heard it now reminding him of his mistake of trying to disregard it the first time. The sound was followed by a screeching of wood on wood as the creature had brought her leg up to a chair only to push it with enough force that it barreled in front of the man, tumbling legs over back rest, Baby knowing it would not have made the trip on the crumbling floorboards if she had shoved it towards him on strictly the legs. The man collapsed over the chair, crashing down to the floor, his face bouncing off the wood and collecting shards of it in the soft spots on his cheeks. He let out a grunt but his hands found their place on the floor, laying flat against it as he pushed himself upwards to quickly regain his footing to complete his retreat. However he hadn't accounted for the Baby's speed or the fact that the tumble he had just endured was strategic in her plan to stop him just long enough to close the gap between them.
She was now to the right of the man, her grin facing him while she reared back her right leg only to swing it with her body weight behind it into his ribs. She heard a few satisfying snaps as the rib cage lost some of its bars while she had successfully placed the kick in a position that it forced the shattered bone remnants into the soft tissue of the man's lungs. Now he would begin to feel the intense pain when breathing as well as begin to drown in his own blood, coughing it up even, only to feel the debilitating pain radiate more than just breathing caused.
Now she could begin to truly have her fun with him. His sins had granted her the pleasure of dealing with this sack of flesh in whatever way she desired, the only requirement to gain his blackened soul and ensure he never breathed a word to anyone again. The man heaved and crawled to the door and Baby hummed as she followed beside him. When she spoke, her voice was like silk and offered a beautiful lie to the man. She sounded sweet, almost sincere and as though she was someone who couldn't harm a fly. Someone who was far too innocent to be out in a world that would chew her up and spit her out. But that lie made itself even more prominent with the next action Baby took, further showing that everything from her appearance to her soft, soothing vocals were nothing more than an illusion to serve a greater purpose.
"Now I know it must be uncomfortable with those bones tearing into your lungs but I can't have you somehow making a miraculous recovery and leaving this place. So, things are going to get a bit more.....uncomfortable." With that Babys foot slammed down on the back of the mans leg, exactly where the knee cap was which caused it to meet the wooden floor with a loud crack, shattering on impact. The man cried out in shear pain and she hummed again as she did the same to the opposite knee cap. She clasped her hands behind her, slowly circling the man as he coughed up more blood which also made him grunt in agony from the punctured lungs. "There we are. Now that you are immobilized, we have all the time in the world to discuss all the things I know that you know. How about we play a little game." She clapped, spinning to face him while flashing a smile that almost brought the lie to the surface again until he tried to crawl and further pulled the shattered bones in his knees apart, sending jolts of agony through him again.
Baby gave a dark giggle as she retrieved the chair from its place on its side near the door. She stood it upright and grabbed the man by his collar, dragging him with little difficulty due to her inherited strength to the seat. Once she had him sitting with his back against the now broken back rest, she restrained him using thick leather belts often used to hold down mental patients in a psyche ward, she stood in front of him, her slender digits finding their place under his chin. She raised his head as blood dripped down his chin and picked the fragments of wood from his cheeks. "Now we are going to play a game. I will ask you questions and if you give me the wrong answer or I think you are lying to me, I will begin to remove your fingernails and that is just child's play. As the questions get harder, the outcome of misleading me will be far worse. So let's begin. Now I know you are a man of many trades. One of those trades is supplying information. Is this correct?" "F*** you."
Baby's haunting grin reappeared and she tapped the tip of his nose gently, speaking a bit more hushed to him now. "I was hoping you'd say something like that." She stood straight and skipped like a child to the shadows she had waited in for the man to enter after recieving an anyonoums letter with the location. She emerged from them again holding a pair of needle nose pliers, skipping back to him. She didn't offer another word to the man before the pliers were opened, the one prong buried under his fingernail while the top prong latched against the upper half and she slowly pulled towards her, small fragments of tissue mixed with blood still attached to the underside of the nail as it was removed from its base. The man grit his teeth and groaned in pain but held his reserve, prepared to endure whatever the psychopath dished out. She could only do so much right?
She hummed again, dropping the nail fragment onto the floor at his feet and leaned forward again. "Is that correct?" The man laughed weakly, wheezing as he did so and flinched from the reminder of his punctured lungs. "Is that the best you can do?" She shrugged her shoulders lightly and performed the same surgery as before on the next finger on his hand. His response was the same, his hand shaking as she removed the nail from the second. "I told you, easy questions first. Is. It. Correct?" "Go to hell doll." Baby's eyes flashed when he called her that and she buried the prong under the third nail all the way down to the cuticle before tearing it off. "Don't ever call me doll.." She buried the prong under the fourth, then the fifth and she didn't speak to the man as she worked.
He twisted and churned in his seat, his resolve finally weakened when she reached the sixth nail. "Alright damnit! Yes! I gather information!" Her fiery crimson orbs fell upon his face as she gazed up from his hand. "Recently you had been sent to find out what you could of a wealthy man and the routine of his six year old child yes?" The man grit his teeth again and his silence returned. She shrugged her shoulders lightly and this time commenced on breaking the next three fingers, snapping the bones in them in half knowing the resistance would be built up if she continued with the nails before he broke his silence again. He wheezed, the punctures in his lungs having been shifted in his squirming and he barely was audible. "Y-yes." She stood straight and crossed her arms, tapping the pliers against her upper arm, staining it with his blood. "That wasn't so bad now was it? Now let's move on to the harder questions."
The pliers feel to the floor with a loud metallic clank against the floorboard and she rested her hands on his thighs while those empty hues gazed into his own. "Where is she?" The man shook his head weakly and grinned with bloodstained teeth to her. "I ain't telling you that." She shrugged again. "Have it your way." Her hands moved from his thighs to his stomach, taking his shirt to raise it with her left hand before her right hand implanted into it, her nails ripping into the soft tissue to make a small hole just big enough for her hand to be buried up to the wrist. The man cried out and his head was thrown back as he squirmed violently in attempts to break free, his will slipping away from him. She let the shirt go and removed her left from inside his stomach to clamp both hands on either side of the opening, not finished yet. She bit her lower lip as she pulled the flesh to the sides, the thick muscle ripping while blood poured down to the floor. She continued to break through the muscles and tendons located there until her hand found a softer, warmer organ that were now exposed.
She avoided any vital arteries including the aorta to ensure this did not kill him. She watched the man, her head tilting as she began to pull the small intestines through the crudely ruptured flesh that once held the organ in its place. She pulled just enough out to keep him alive but to allow him to see his innards. Now Baby dropped the intestines in his lap before moving to sit over them, her blood soaked hands resting on his chest, staining his shirt. Her voice rang out to him, soft, welcoming. Her hands moved from his chest to stroke his cheeks as she lulled him into trusting her like a siren singing to the sailors it would soon devour. "Tell me where she is and I will show you a bit of kindness." The man's eyes had already begun to glaze over and his breathing was shallow. Baby was keeping him alive, on the verge of the sweet release of death but not close enough that he would succumb to it.
The man was clearly tired of fighting, Baby far from sloppy in her quests through his abdomen, whereas anyone else may have damaged the vitals she seemed to have thorough knowledge of what she was doing. "W-what......kindness......" A soft smile graced her lips and she cupped his cheeks in her palms, leaning closer to him only to speak softer, making him have to focus on her face to hear what she had to say. "I'll end this. Only you and little ole' me will know the information you have given. I will end your pain and suffering right here and you won't have to worry about your master dealing with putting you down like a dog. But......If you don't, I will continue our playtime my way with you and your soul." The man winced in pain from his lungs, his shattered knees, his broken fingers and the nails removed from the others and ultimately his scattered intestines.
He just wanted it to end. He wanted it to be over. If she allowed him to live then he knew the consequences of the people who hired him finding out she got to him first. If the information was not revealed, he would be forced to live like this for god knows how long not to mention he had no idea what else would be in store for him if he didn't do what she said. His eyes fell shut and he wheezed his response. "T-the outskirts.......o-of....the city.......a warehouse.........the rim of the forest......." Baby smiled, poking his nose gently again before standing. She faced him and leaned towards his face again. "Thank you. That is all I needed to know." Baby did as she promised, her right hand tearing into his chest over where his heart was located, slowly pumping away until her fingers wrapped around it and crushed it in her palm.
She watched the man's eyes darken as the life vanished from them with a satisfied nod. She removed the now tattered organ from its place and dropped it into the corpse's lap and retrieved his soul, devouring it like a snake, unhinging her lower jaw to swallow the blackened sinful and fear ridden orb before turning on her heels and exiting through the door. Baby did not kill children often. She had only a handful of times. But now with her little adopted spawns, she felt the need to save this child before anything coukd be done to her. The people who hired the corpse behind her had no idea the hell that was about to rain down on them.
