Chicago. 1924.
A SLIP. One slip and Pamela was finding herself on the front pages of every newspaper throughout the windy city. The image of the blonde bombshell drenched in blood had been the headlining talk of the town after she had been caught committing a mass murder of seven gentleman within the time span of only several minutes.
Police had come after an anonymous call informing them of strange noises and muffled screams coming from one of the rooms in a sleazy old motel. Once arrived, they had found the woman standing over a sea of corpses, covered in blood that had been splattered all about the room. What baffled them the most was the fact that there hadn’t been a weapon and that alone was causing quite the stir. Reporters and journalists were having a field day as they made every attempt to get the full detailed story.
Who were the men?
Why did she kill them all?
More importantly than that; how’d she do it?
That question had been the primary which in a way baffled her and yet, she couldn’t be the least bit surprised. This was Chicago where murder was the number one source for people’s entertainment. They fed from it like vampires fed from them. But she had to be extremely careful not to expose what she was and so she had no other choice but to play along.
“Fuck.” Was the only word to escape bloodied lips once the door had been kicked in, police rushing to surround her before she was taken and soon enough they had her sent to Cook County jail where she was bombarded by the press asking her more questions than she was able to even keep track of. Eventually, a large bulky black woman had come to her rescue in a way, grabbing hold of her arm tightly and dragging her off where she was cleaned and given a new set of clothes.
All the while, Pam’s scowl remained prominent across her features, upper lip curled in its usual manner though all she was really concerned for was being exposed to the sunlight at any given moment during her stay. Though surely, she wouldn’t be there for long? She was going to have to put in some serious thought as to how she would escape this place without detection. Soon enough, Pam was placed within the confines of a cell with nothing but a small pile of extra clothing and a single blanket. “Well, this is some shit.” The blonde mumbled under her breath as she rolled her eyes and lied down on the poor excuse for a bed. The constant question as to how she was going to sustain herself lingering in the back of her mind. This was bad. Very, very bad.
@ginnedup • Velma Kelly
