|Orly~! (maliciousintent) wrote,|
@ 2008-05-04 17:47:00
|Entry tags:||arillius, inspiration, prompt, writing, zahira|
Writing Prompt 34 - Killer
Prompt: Horror - Prompt 34: Killer
Title: The Road To Hell Is Paved With Good Intentions
Warnings && Ratings: R!; Blood, death, gore of all kinds. Isi would like this... Lol. Unedited; Written and put up as is.
Pairing(s): Zahira/Vincent is always suggested, but there's a little Zahira/Random Murderer #1
Summary: Zahira takes care of Victor's murderer before Vincent can get his hands on him.
Word Count: 2,533
Disclaimer: Zahira be mine. I don't know how Lee is going to kill Vic, but I'm writing this anyway.
Zahira had never actively gone out seeking trouble. Trouble always seemed to find her instead so she never had a real reason to want to find it. She could take care of need for blood and violence in The Pit so there was another reason why she didn’t have to go looking for something as simple as trouble. Tonight was different though. Vic’s body wasn’t even settled in the ground and his brother already wanted to rip apart the man that had done it. He had everyone he could spare looking for information and was offering every dime he had to whoever could bring him the name of the man that had done it. Really, he could’ve just had them kill him, but no… Vincent wanted it. He wanted to spill the blood of the man that had taken away his brother himself. He wanted to watch it spurt from his body as he ripped off a limb and let him know there would be no messing around with the Cruzes.
Problem was everyone was expecting this. He hadn’t seemed to notice yet, but there were civi-dressed cops stationed outside The Factory all day, every day. It was as if they were just waiting to pounce on Vince for the murder of the man that murdered his brother. Really, for as long as she had known the Cruz boys, there were always cops wanting to put them away for one reason or another. Vince somehow seemed to be a little too smart for them when he had his brother there to help him, but now she wasn’t so sure he could be left to do this on his own. His own rage and emotions blinded him to the fact that, if he did kill this man, she might be losing him for, not just years, but decades. The police department probably had a case file a mile long on Vincent Cruz and she wasn’t about to let them add one more thing to it. No, she was going to take care of this one and deal with the consequences later just like she’d always done. He could yell and throw a tantrum if he wanted to, but she would always be pleased with the thought that her Vincent was safe from the long arm of the law.
For the first time in her life, she didn’t feel like herself. The woman staring back at her from her mirror wasn’t the tall, thin red-head that she was used to. Gigantic blue eyes blinked at her and long blonde curls were cascading down her back. She kept stopping to stare at the woman in the mirror and wanting to ask her why she was in her bedroom. Zahira would open her mouth to speak only to remember that this was her. It was the first time she’d really applied her Jinn magic in such a way. She’d always read that she could shift into another person if she wanted to, but it never seemed right. Blaze always seemed to think too much like a frail little human being rather than the powerful creature that she really was. She was a Jinn – a mythical being that could be whomever or whatever she wanted to be. She could use her magic to instantly make things appear to her if she really wanted. Being raised in a world full of mortals and less powerful creatures seemed to bring her down to their mindset. She didn’t believe she could do these things so she was unable to physically manifest them.
Tonight, of course, was different. She had wanted to so badly to be someone else that she had somehow caused her body to change. Her hair became a blend of three different colors and her body… Well, her body somehow became a hodgepodge of so many different figures and races that she had to find a picture of herself before she could put herself back. The poor woman stood in the mirror for an hour trying to reset her figure back to the body that she had lost. Once she figured all that out, it was easier to try to moderately modify her appearance. She changed her hair first, as red was such a distinct color for her. Then she worked on her eyes, changing them from their dark jungle green into something akin to a pale sapphire blue. It worked on her, but she really wasn’t satisfied. She still looked like Blaze Cruz, but with blonde hair. More time was spent in front of the mirror tweaking and primping until she’d became someone quite different than she had been earlier that day. Cheapest plastic surgery you could ever have done is what you magically do yourself…
To intercept Vince’s little pawns was easy, but to make them spill their guts was harder. Several had to be threatened with bodily harm and a rare few with a blowtorch to the face, but she got what she wanted. It seemed that one of the kids picked up on the name of the guy that was quietly suggesting that he had offed Victor Cruz. He wanted to proclaim it to whomever he could, but he also wanted to be very quiet about it as he knew that Vince would bite him in half if he heard. He was only bragging to people who weren’t Citos or while he was in the center of a group, a little known gang of some sort, but Blaze knew where she needed to go to find him. He had stationed himself in the back corner of some rundown bar and was riding high on his claim. There were people all around him and he was laughing his head off. Somewhere inside, Zahira felt sick as she watched this bastard. He was breathing and Vic wasn’t. He was drinking and enjoying himself while her darling brother-in-law lay rotting in the ground. It only enraged her more and made her want to make sure this son of a bitch paid his dues.
Blaze just sat at the bar and sipped from her drinks slowly as she watched and tried to figure this sucker out. It was well past two am before he finally realized the hot blonde at the bar was smiling at him with her eyes and trying to call him away from the gaggle of cheap women that he was surrounding himself with. He had girls hanging all over him all night. They seemed to rotate out every hour as if they were being paid for their time and then suddenly left when the meter ran out. He excused himself from his entourage and clumsily tried to pick her up. She was receptive, smiling and laughing, but she wasn’t easy. Even if she was going to just say yes, she didn’t want to make it easy. The point was to make him want her so bad that he had to go with her when it was all said and done, because she would be the only one he could think about for the rest of the night. It was an easy mission, because she had a good hundred years of practice and she’d been able to do it to Vincent. That was a monumental task on its own.
Being a shameless flirt was nothing and, by the time she was ready to go, she had this boy wound around her little finger with promises of some of the kinkiest sex he’d ever had. Sweet words that she knew how to wield like the sharpest of weapons. Something that she knew would grab his attention much better than quoting the cheapest price for a quick lay. He led her to his car as she told him she had to be just too tipsy to drive, but she could give him directions if he wanted to go back to her place and play with her toys. He didn’t have to know that she burned off alcohol quicker than most as her body seemed to metabolize it differently. He didn’t have to know that she was giving him directions to the place where he’d killed Vic and he probably didn’t even realize it until they were there. He didn’t see it coming when she slid from the car and beckoned him to follow by showing him some skin. A man driven by lust will do anything to follow the object of his obsession and she knew this. Blaze was clear-headed as she had nothing, but contempt for this monster. This creature that killed someone she loved and was threatening to take away her husband.
She let him stalk her through the darkness. She let him follow her inside and pin her to the wall with his hands and kisses. He was in the middle of trying to remove her dress when her skin flashed bright red. Zahira thrust her clawed hand through the monster that had a hold of her. Her fingers encircled the base of his spine, the lowest region she could find. He was so busy ripping at her clothes that he didn’t even realize he was so close to death. It was breathing down his neck as she wiggled intangible fingers inside of his body. There was no thought about whether she should or shouldn’t do this. Instead, there was only the satisfaction as she brought those ebony claws back into their corporeal form so she could snap that piece of spine in two.
Oh, how he screamed. Pain shot through so many places that he didn’t seem to understand what was going on. Something inside the Jinn could smell his fear and she smiled. She settled back into the form that she knew and loved as she dropped the monster to the floor. He could move his upper half, but his legs were very paralyzed. There were no marks upon his body, but still he screamed. Blaze leaned over this bastard and shed that human form as she slung his blood from her hand and across the wall behind her. His screams were like sweet music as she grabbed for the collar of his shirt and drug him across the concrete. The man beat at her arm and tried to get away, but she held him tightly, digging claws deeply into the flesh of his torso so that he could not retreat. Blaze tossed him into the wall in front of her and the bounced off of it, producing a sickening thud as he hit the ground in a heap. His legs were twisted at odd angles beneath him and he could do nothing, but beg and plead as he tried to crawl away using his arms. His pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears, of course. Had Vic been given mercy when this man shot him in cold blood?
“Victor Cruz!” Zahira screamed as she walked up the man’s back to stop him from crawling away. She dug her heel in between his shoulder blades before stomping hard to send him to the ground. His chin struck the concrete and the shot reverberated throughout his body. She could feel it against the skin of her now bare feet as she danced across what bits of his spine were still in one piece. He was having a hard time screaming now as his jaw seemed to be injured to some degree. Perhaps there was swelling to his face already? Pity. “You said you killed Victor Cruz,” The voice that came out when she spoke wasn’t her’s anymore. It seemed to be as if something or someone else had taken over. She lowered herself down on top of him and laid across the man as if he were her pillow. “You’ve told everyone that his blood is on your hands. Is it?” She prodded at him with a clawed finger to keep him from going into unconsciousness. “Don’t lie now. I’ll know, because I’m special.”
The words that came out of his mouth were garbled and broken. There was no structure to the sentence, but she heard the word ‘yes’ somewhere. By now, he probably would have admitted to anything if it meant ending this very painful moment in his life, but that didn’t matter to Blaze. She had what she needed. She wanted to hear him say it all under duress. She wanted him to tell her that he had done it right before she killed him.
The Jinn stood up from his body and kicked him over onto his back before leaning back over him once more. There was a wild look in her eyes. Something that had never been there before. “You know who I am?” Everyone knew Vince’s girlfriend, now wife, as she was the loudest mouth in the chorus. The man was crying, sobbing, and she smiled at him as if he was an old friend. “Good.” Her body grew hotter as she reverted back to her Jinn form. The smoke and fire she had about her was whipped up by the drafts in this abandoned building and she thrust her hand through his chest this time. He screamed as if she’d just ran him through with a weapon, but the Jinn just laughed. It was amusing to her now. She had her hand wrapped around his heart and could feel its rhythm against the semi-solid skin of her fingertips. “Say you’re sorry,” she hissed at him quietly as she squeezed at the beating organ.
Again he mumbled out what he could, but fear kept him from really doing as she wanted. Unsatisfied with that attempt, Zahira pulled her hand from his chest and grabbed for his throat. Her fingertips heated up as they connected with flesh, searing the skin slowly in the shape of her hand. She pulled him from the concrete floor and squeezed as she dug the other hand into his belly to slice at him. First the skin, then the fat, then the muscle. It was slow and she tried to make sure it took quite a while. Internal bits and pieces began to spill out from the wound slowly and she dropped him back onto the floor. The man was alive. He could see and smell it all and that was a wonderful thing in her mind. Blaze pushed the living, wiggling organs around with her hands before bringing them to his face so he could see his own insides. “Do you feel him? Death. He’s creeping up from behind.” She pressed her hand into his chest again so she could feel the heart that was struggling to keep up with what was going on. He was losing blood so quickly and the fear in his body only made his heart beat faster and faster. He was going to kill himself if he didn’t calm down soon. Zahira squeezed the monster’s heart and held it steady, “I’ll send you on your way. I’m sure he’ll like that you’re early for your appointment…” He struggled, the heart struggled, but there was no way he could win. She had him in pieces and all he needed to do was give up. Death wasn’t all that bad really.