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[blackwiidowsniper]

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[blackwiidowsniper]

@ofccurage continued from x

Arms crossed tightly against her chest, Victoria shifted with unease, wanting nothing more than to go find a whisky to nurse until she forgot about this. For all she’d been through she shouldn’t have felt disturbed by a murderer, but there was a difference between being attacked by raiders flying with too many chems,and being stabbed to death in the alleyway of a city.

There was nothing clean about it, nothing distant. She could justify sniping people from a great distance, but looking them in the eye as you stabbed them just seemed monstrous.

“Fisk. Victoria Fisk.” She was frowning, usually cold eyes betraying an actual emotion for once. “He was tall, kind of bulky. I didn’t see him take anything so I don’t suppose it was a robbery gone wrong I just-....” She stopped there, letting the sentence die softly in the air with a shake of her head.

[blackwiidowsniper]

"You can let go now."

There was a beat of silence before Victoria released a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Fingers slowly uncurled from where she held the man’s arm, knuckles white and grip nearly tight enough to bruise. Looking at him for a moment, her wits seemed to finally hit her as she recoiled.

“I- sorry.” Trying to regain her poise, she didn’t look at him as she smoothed her hair away from her face.

[blackwiidowsniper]

“How do you know how to do that?”

The lock clicked and Victoria smiled to herself, pleased with how well that had worked. Sure she had lost a perfectly good bobby pin, but it was a small price to pay.

“A lady has to know how to get things done on her own, doesn’t she?” She sounded all too casual considering the situation at hand.