Wenclair - To Think I Knew You

Not Enough

TW violence, gore, death

The girl stepped back, understanding what was happening. Wednesday stepped forwards, keeping them at the same distance. 

"What was the point of breaking her heart? Why didn't you just kill me a week ago."

"Because I wanted you to waste your time, and her parents to waste their money. And waste it you guys did." Wednesday stepped forward once more, intimidating the girl. She was still holding her knife. Wednesday tossed it up in the air, using the time the girl took to look at it to whip off her blazer, throwing it onto the girl. Wednesday caught the knife on its way back down-- lunging at her. Wednesday ducked at the last second, noticing the girl beginning to strike. The hitman missed, she tore the blazer off her face in the process. 

The girl looked around, confused. She felt something hit her back, a wet noise making her shudder. she looked down at her stomach, noticing the tip of her own knife poking through it, she watched as it slowly emerged further. Wednesday had stabbed her up to the hilt, and then had kept going, pushing her hand into the girls wound. 

The hitman gagged, letting out a sort of scream. Wednesday ripped the knife out, twisting it in the process. She rolled up the arms of her button up, getting them covered in blood. She wiped the blood covered knife on the inside of her forearm, clearing it of the dark liquid before putting the knife in her waist band. The hitman fell to her knees, her hands trying to hold the blood inside the large wound in her stomach. Wednesday walked to the front of her, crouching down.

"Seamlessly? You think this went down smooth? Did- did that feel smooth?" Wednesday was taunting the girl, knowing she deserved it. The girl's face twisted in anger, she saw claws appear. Wednesday stood up, shaking her head. She walked to the side before roundhouse kicking her in the head. The girl was thrown to the floor, where she tried to stand. Wednesday kicked her again, this time right in the hands. The girl screamed, feeling her claws sink into her already torn flesh. Wednesday smirked, going over to the girl and grabbing her by the face. 

"I could peel your skin off, exposing your nerves to the air. How much do you think getting kicked would hurt then. Would you like to try that out?" The girl whimpered, whispering a no. "Well I might just do it anyways." 

Wednesday moved her hand from the girls chin to gripping her whole face, she drove her arm down, slamming the girls head into the floor. She did it two more times, making sure to put all her strength into it. The girls eyes were rolled back in her head, her body went slack.

"There's no way you're dead already." Wednesday felt for a pulse, she still had one. "Oh goody." Wednesday raised her head off the ground before dropping it. Walking to her desk to retrieve the same handcuffs and chains she had used on Octavia. The girl groaned, telling Wednesday she was still conscious. 

"Y'know I strung up your little henchmen like this too," Wednesday was speaking to her as she cuffed her and lifted her up using the chain around the beam, "I carved a W into her stomach, I tortured her to get information about you, thats why she's been following me like a dog."  

"You've been using her to break your other dogs heart." The girls voice was faint, low, but still held the smugness she's had since the beginning. Wednesday secured her, making sure she couldn't put her feet flat on the floor.

"And who's fault might that be." Wednesday took a piece of cloth from her wardrobe and used it to gag the girl, making sure she couldn't talk. The girls head was hanging, it pissed Wednesday off. She formed a fist and launched an uppercut straight into the girls chin, making her head snap backwards. Wednesday glared at the girl as her head fell back into the position it started in. Wednesday uppercut her two more times, watching blood soak into the fabric gagging the girl. She wasn't quite knocked out, but not quite conscious either. Wednesday needed to wake her up.