There was a sickening noise when Red hit the floor...a metal pipe that was sticking up through the rubbish below had scewered him right through the middle. The only sound Red made even then was a gurgle from the blood rising in his throat. Tears and raindrops merged as the rain rolled through her short hair, crossed her face and dripped off her nose and chin. Lightning flashed as she loomed as a gargoyle on the balcony above him.
She had not planned on another victim so soon...but that hair...it just happened...She walked down the stairs and over to the impaled corpse. She knew that if she did not taken the prize, his death could easily be mistaken as an accident. She knelt down and split his skull. She tossed the brain slightly feeling the weight and nearly dropped it from her blood and rain soaked hand. The viscera oozed through her fingers into puddles on the floor. Tonight, she would sample diligence without regret.
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