Jamie walked into the abandoned meat packing factory, heels clicking against the concrete floor. Her blue Westwood dress and delicate appearance completely out of place here among the hooks and blood stains. She stopped for a moment, wrinkling her nose at the unpleasant smell of dust and rot.
” Someone said there was a scary ghost.” She called out, her voice ringing like a bell.
” So hurry up and show youself before i get bored.” she growled under her breath and crossed her arms over her chest. She glanced around her surroundings as she waited, squinting into shadows for any form of life.
Sullivan, in a dark corner of the wide open, main packing room of the factory, was in the middle of carving into his latest victim when he heard another one enter. His head snapped up and his eyes glinted in the pale moonlight shining in through the high windows and he let out a soft, irritated hiss.
This was his factory dammit! It used to be so peaceful here, but ever since he killed that first woman, the one who had come to inspect the place, the one who had planned to sell it… after her death, idiots were coming all the time now on silly dares. Sully could handle only so much intrusion.
He stood slowly, his narrowed eyes fixing on the new visitor, and crept closer, making hardly a sound. He stopped just short of leaving the darker shadows and tilted his head at the woman before him - if he could call her that.. was she a woman or a girl? He turned the knife slightly in his hand so it caught some light and reflected back at her, shining a bit more light on the intruder. “Love, I’m afraid you don’t belong here~…” His voice was soft and sounded whimsical - almost musical - but the warning was clear in his tone. “Why don’t you run along, hmm~?”
Jamie rolled her eyes and smirked, a small little mischievous smirk. Intimidation, men were all the same.
“Oh i will, I just wanted to speak to you first. And before you threaten to cut me open like the last one, and the one before that, know that you’re not the one playing the field here. I am.” She said, taking a few steps forward towards the glint of the knife instead of the normal reaction of -away-. Jamie was not afraid of death, not in the least.
In fact, it was intriguing, she yearned for it most days. How lucky were the sods that had a bullet put into their heads by her men, or the ones that dropped dead in front of her from a bit of poison in their wine. Lucky indeed…but Jamie wasn’t one for a simple suicide, no. That was too boring. If she was going to kill herself, it would have to be for an interesting reason besides just being bored.
“Sullivan Strife~” She almost sang, stopping just at a safe distance from the man hidden in shadows. ” it’s fitting, I must say.” He mused as he looked at her perfectly manicured blood red nails and making a face that hinted she was considering having them redone.
Sullivan’s eyes widened, just slightly, and he smiled, though it wasn’t at all an improvement. His smile was discerning, almost frightening. Usually he used it to intimidate people, but this time he just couldn’t quite help himself. Her reaction was new to him. Sure, he’d met people who pretended not to be afraid or threatened by him, but even they only ever just held their ground. Never had he been approached… at least not when he was wearing his smile, and certainly not when he was holding a knife dripping with blood. It put him a little on edge, but it also excited him.
He tilted his head to one side and slowly began walking, not moving any closer, but circling his guest, studying her. As he stepped out of the shadows, it was clear to see that, minus the baggy, run-down (and slightly blood-stained) clothes, Sully seemed quite out of place as well. His features were delicate and, were it not for the disturbing smile and the killer look in his eyes, almost angelic. He looked younger than he was, too. He had more in common with Jamie than he knew, really.
“Just how~ do you know my name?” He sang as he circled her in a near predatory manner. “It’s rude, you know, to use my name when I have yet to find out yours, Miss~.”
” Jamie Moriarty. Hi.” She said with a smile and confidence that instantly gave away she was of the business minded population. ” My dear, I know many things. not just about you and your mother, but there’s not such things as secrets for me. I own secrecy.” She breathed, a menacing tone creeping into her normally upbeat one. If sully was a circling feline predator, she was a coiled up snake. Very dangerous and very willing to strike if provoked.
She noted sully tense and held up her hand. ” now, now, before you start losing your temper, let me finish,” She said assertively. ” I have something you need, and you have a skill I quite fancy. lets talk business, shall we? I assure you it’s worth your time if it’s worth mine~”
He listened closely as she talked, his curiosity muting any killing intent he had to begin with. However, at the mention of his mother, he paused in his step, his eyes glinting once more with anger and his smile tightening, as well as his grip on his knife.
When she was finished talking, he let out a high-pitched little giggle, sounding amused, but with an undertone of anger. He took a few quick steps closer toward her, bold and cutting, but not quite threatening yet, and leaned in. “Oh, love, what ever could you have to offer me?”
Of course, if she knew everything about him, she would know he already had somewhat of a contract with someone else… Though that didn’t at all make him exclusive. It just meant he couldn’t work against the person on the other side of the deal. Not unless he wanted to get paid. And money was somewhat hard to come by for someone like him.
Jamie gave a shrug of her shoulders and crossed her arms over her chest. ” Money, for starters. Whatever he’s paying you, It’s not enough…Not to mention, You’re surrounded by an enormous number of police at the moment. granted they work for me, but that doesn’t mean they won’t lock up a criminal, on behalf of a criminal” she smiled at the irony of that. No honour among thieves, she supposed.
” That would be rather inconvenient for you, I’m sure.” She breathed, glancing at Sully and studying his face. oh, such a pretty face he had. It was always the pretty ones, wasn’t it?
Sully straightened up again but remained close, the amusement returning to his smile. He chuckled softly and tilted his head at her again, giving her a strangely affectionate look.
“Beginning with a threat, hmm~?” He twirled the knife in his hand and turned suddenly, making his way back to his neglected victim as he continued, giggling. “I have escaped the police before, you know~! Of course…” there was a pause as a bit of scuffling was heard in the shadows, and he continued in a slightly more strained voice, “I’ve never let them get this close to me.”
He reappeared from the darkness, dragging the dead, mutilated body along behind him. He dropped the corpse before Jamie, as if he was presenting it to her. “I still think I could get away, though. I’m really quite slippery~!” He gave a cute (though still discerning) smile. “Don’t try threatening me, love. It doesn’t work, and I don’t take kindly to it. You should understand that first, before you try making deals with me.” He threw his knife down, and it buried itself in the throat of the dead girl. “Okay~?”
Jaime took a step back as the blade punctured flesh. The look on her face made it clear that she was not shying away out of fear, but out of vanity. Getting blood on her Westwood dress would be a shame.
” It isn’t a threat so much as an incentive. Trust me, I know you, I know how ‘slippery’ you are, but it all comes down to knowing your surroundings better than your pursuers, ” She said, walking around the body, inspecting it with interest.
” You can’t escape me, so don’t even try. I’m making you quite a nice offer, vague, i know, but if you agree to work for me it will most definitely be worth your while. ” Jamie grinned, a grin that didn’t match sully’s in intimidation, but in it’s own way it held the same sort of quality.
He narrowed his eyes at her for a moment again, sizing her up once more, before suddenly twirling around, so his back was to her, and brought a finger up to his chin thoughtfully, humming. “So~, you want me to do that sort of thing for you, is that right?” He implored, glancing over his shoulder to the body, and flashing Jamie another small grin.
He turned with a flourish to face her again, his arms spread slightly. “But what are you offering me~? How much are you offering me?” He brought his hands back in, sliding them into the pockets of his sweatshirt, where he kept his favorite switchblade. He smiled thoughtfully, looking as if he was zoning out. “The other one pays quite a lot, you know~!”
There was a pause as Sully seemed to drift deeper into his thoughts, and his voice grew a little more sulky. “The only problem is, he hardly ever uses me. He’s got others, he only needs me for emergencies.” And suddenly Sully was back, that smile returned to his face and that glint in his eyes as he peered at Jamie. “I think they’re frightened of me.”
Jamie kept her hands at her sides. Her instinct was to touch. Touch was by far the most powerful arsenal in her bag of tricks. A simple touch could make any situation intimate and make it easier to control, especially since she often worked among men. Once or twice she had to deal with women, but lucky her touch still had the same effect. That wouldn’t work with Sully. She knew that it would make the other aggressive, and not in the good way.
” I assure you that I can pay more than my competition, and I will be sure to take advantages of your skills far more than they,” She took a step closer and looked up at Sullivan. Even with her 6 inch heels she was rather tiny, standing at only 5’6”.
“I hate to disappoint you, but there’s nothing about you that frightens me. You’re still a man, and there is no man in this world that can instill fear in me, even with the promise of death.” She said softly.
There was a moment of silence as Sullivan glared down at this woman. This intruder that had the gall to trespass in his place, and didn’t even have the courtesy to be afraid, not a sprinkle of fear since she walked in. Of course, upon hearing she had a little army of cops outside had sparked a hope that she may have brought protection, that she was afraid of what he might do, but he knew she was aware he could easily still kill her and escape. The police would only make things more difficult.
No, they were there to give him pause enough to think about her offer.
Not a full minute had past between them before Sully suddenly broke into a fit of giggles. “Nooo~, I suppose you wouldn’t be. I’m quite surprised you’d call me a man, though.” He was still giggling through his words. “To those who don’t know me, I’m merely an innocent, adorable boy, and to those who do know me~… I’m a big scary monster~!” He tilted his head and smiled cutely at his guest. “You know why? I don’t just kill people… No no, sometimes I like to play with them first~! But I don’t suppose you’d be the type to be afraid of torture either, hmm~? Numb to the world~, as they say.” He closed his eyes, shrugging, and sighed wistfully, as if to say 'Ah well, can't be helped!’
"Buuut~ I digress." He sounded a little more serious now, if still a bit flamboyant. "I do like the sound of your deal, Miss Moriarty… But, despite the fact that you say you know everything about me, I’ll warn you nonetheless: when I have an actual target, I don’t let anything~ get in the way. If anyone, whether he works for you or not, comes in between me and my kill, he’s going to die~.”
Of course, that didn’t mean Sully would agree to her deal just yet. He also had terms.
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