A Murder, Inc.

6: Victims

Chapter 6

Victims

03:45 pm

Murder, Inc. Headquarter, underneath Cynfael Mansion

Auberon is curious to see what type of device that will help them find his friend. That is, if it is even a device at all. Perhaps Vira has some sort of information of where he can possibly be?

They have an elevator that is big enough to fit in beds. Button ‘B5’ is pressed. A blue projector comes to life and starts scanning Vira from head to toe. A beeping sound is heard once it confirms her presence. But when it tries to scan him, the machine suddenly goes haywire. Uh-oh.

‘Intruder detected,’ it says robotically. Followed by that is small door sliding open, unfolding a gun aiming at the boy. Auberon jumps in panic, but Vira steps in to block the shooting range before the trigger is pulled.

“Override as a guess,” she orders it quickly. And just like that, the gun and alarm sound disperse.

“Sorry about that,” she apologies, sounding very sincere. “I forgot that we have that in our system. We don’t usually bring outsiders here.”

It was dark when they arrive at the basement, but the light has auto switch on. What Beron sees next, however, makes him collapse in shock.

“Civilian,” Vira mumbles disapprovingly, dropping her ‘friendly’ act altogether. She steps over his body and walks towards her victims. “Good evening, ugly and uglier. How’s your day so far? Hungry? Sorry, but I’m afraid I don’t bring any food with me. I guess you two just have to revert to eating each other. Whichever part I choose to cut out today, I bet it can’t be any worse than the last time.”

She proceeds on trying Auberon to a chair, which is placed right across from her victims. Then, she moves on to the changing room and walks out wearing a new set of operating uniform. She grabs on the kitchen knife from yesterday and approaches one of the operating tables.

“Let’s see. Today we’re going to make a fillet o’ Schlin and brows de Hecate. Sounds good, don’t you think?” They reply by muffling some curses back at her. And to think that after yesterday, they poor weak souls would have been ripped apart already.

Vira starts by making diagonal cuts at the side of Schlin’s body, starting from the top of her breast and down to her waistline. Then she does the same thing to her other side. The w***e screams all the way.

For the old man, she cuts off his 24/7 angry eyebrows off of his face and forces him to eat every single bits of it, just like the last time. When she’s done, she has them with more blood pouring out.

She sets down her knife just in time for Auberon to gain his consciousness. He appears disorientated at first, but after a couple of blinking it all comes back to him like a rapid nightmare.

His breathing starts to build up. Sweat is forming on his forehead. His eyes locked at the scenery in horror. Then, when she thinks that he is about to pass out again, he screams.

“Aaaahhhh!!! W-what the hell! D-did you do all of this? What is wrong with you?!”

Vira leans in the table, her friendly smile turns into a dark one. “These two appears to be involved in Aramis missing. I thought that if you really want to help find him, you would want to ask them yourself.” Then she circles around the operating tables to walk towards Beron. “I mean, I would do it myself. But you see, the downfall is that they aren’t capable of talking to me without cursing in every single word they utter. They are quite delusional and illogical even before they got to this stage, you see. So, how about it? Do you want to try your luck?”

“Hell… I think I’m gonna be sick.” He is fighting from bile to rise up.

“I take that as a ‘no’, then.”

“J-just who the hell do you think you are? How could you do this? Don’t you think you’ve gone a bit overboard?” There’s something building up in that eyes of his, and she does not like the way it looks.

“Close your eyes before you regret it, boy,” she commands in a dangerous tone. “And no, I don’t think so. I am Vira Cynfael, and these are my enemies. Have been so in the last ten years. They’ve gone under radar for a while, but now I got a chance to inflict my vengeance. Torturing answers out of them is just a plus. I don’t expect them to talk so soon, though. They are, after all, ex members of the mob.”

He flinches at her, but then he realizes something. “That voice…. You’re her, aren’t you? The one who dragged me in the closet.”

“Bingo. Ten points to Gryffindor.”

“This is so sick! Why did you do this?” he asks in a frantic. Yes, she can see the fear in his eyes. He knows that she is extremely dangerous and will do just about anything to get what she wants.

“You seem like a good boy, Auberon. Why don’t you help me find my cousin? I happen to have new leads on Aramis. You want to save him, don’t you?”

“I’m not gonna help you!”

Vira sits herself on his lap. “No? That’s too bad. Then I guess I’ll just have to kill you.” As quick as lightning, her hand grabs on the front of his jean, staining it with blood everywhere. Auberon wails, disgusted and excited at the same time. Even in this condition, his body is still out of control.

Just like in the janitor’s closet, she handjobs his hard on. Starts from the head, and then towards his length. The longer she touches him, the more the front of his jeans feels constricted. No, he can’t do this. Not when they are watching them. He won’t let it happen—

Her hand stops moving. Auberon looks down and realizes why. He has come in his pants. And while his brain tells him no, his body finds her very appealing. Even with all that blood presence.