Death and Hel | Closed for CursedxOne
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With her arms around the man’s neck, Rachel pulled and twisted. With a snap, his neck broke, and he died. Of course, he’d pleaded beforehand. ‘I didn’t do it! It wasn’t me!’, he’d screamed, but the Time Lady knew better. Not only did she know, without a doubt, that he had hurt his own son, she’d seen it with her own two eyes. They hadn’t seen her, however, as she’d been watching; waiting to strike. She got her chance and then took it.
Perhaps his death could have been quicker, or more ‘fun’ for her; more torturous for him, but, well, she been a bit too impatient. Yes, he deserved to suffer greater than the suffering he’d put the child through, but the world; the poor little planet Earth, deserved to be rid of him as quick as possible. The next one she’ll take her time with. There was always a next one, it seemed…
As she let go of his neck and his body fell to the ground, Rachel groaned. She wasn’t going to clean up this mess, but she did want his body to be found just so everyone would know he was dead now. Maybe she could carve into his chest his crime against his child? That sounded like a good idea, actually!
The Time Lady leaned in slightly onto herself, reaching into one of her front pockets for a knife. She had a small one in there, somewhere, and the smaller ones were always the best for making small details. Before she could find it, her whole hand seemingly disappearing into the fabric of her pants, she looked up.
Had she heard someone? No, it didn’t seem like it. Not that it would bother her if she had. Another kill would actually be fun considering how quick the bloke’s death on the ground had been.
