Bruises still decorated Queenie’s skin, the most prominent on her cheekbones, though she’d covered it with a bit of makeup, and a lip that was split and still healing. She’d spent hour upon hour doing whatever she could to bury the emotions that always threatened to spill forth. She didn’t know what would happen if she did; she’d never let anything out before. Eve dying. Eve. Even her name popping into her mind caused Q’s mouth to turn acidic and dry, her stomach heaving in warning. You’re getting a little too close now, aren’t you? And so moments like this, moments where she could bask in the glory of a fellow (ex-fellow now) Doll point a gun at a man, well, she soaked it in. A reality she was more comfortable with, where she had control, or at least the control was where she wanted it to be.
She laughed when he ran; it still made her giddy every time. Something about a grown man running from a girl. Oh, the shame. She was still smiling when she answered Keagan’s question, “Nah. Hunting.” She tapped the rifle on her back, her attention drifting back toward the man as he began to slow. Clearly, he needed to get in better shape.
You want to do the honors?
Q didn’t hesitate, not for a second, the rifle swung off her back in an instant, cocking it back as she set her sights on the target. There was no reason to answer. Of-fucking-course she did. In three… two… and he was down, the loud crack of the bullet splitting the air. It shouldn’t have been so easy for her… but now she couldn’t remember a time when it wasn’t. She couldn’t even remember a time when it didn’t feel good, like it did just then; the tingle of adrenaline, the power. And the blood. It was the closest thing she got to sex without actually having it. It was the beast she tried to keep hidden through hunting. It was the reason she distanced herself. It’s easier to be a shit when you don’t give a fuck about anyone.
She stood there and just watched him for a few moments, even though there was nothing to see but a body on the ground and the blood that began to pool around his torso. Finally, she turned to Keagan, hiking the rifle back over her shoulder, “ The fuck he doing around the Church anyway? The girls alright? ” Her tone wasn’t accusatory, but protective, territorial, habit. She’d been a Doll all her life, and even after months at the Lab, nothing felt the same. Nothing felt right.
Keagan let Q do her thing, holstering her gun. “Girls are fine. Looked like he was spyin’ but when I asked him what gang he was part of he couldn’t name anythin’. Then he tried to fight me.” If he’d been part of another gang, she’d have beat the shit out of him and then returned him to where he’d come from, warn the rest of them that spying on her girls was never allowed. Seeing as how his origins remained a mystery, the leader couldn’t risk the chance of the church’s location fall into Government hands.
“Fuckin’ hit me.” She pointed at her mouth, the blood at the corner. “Got a ring on ‘im.”
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