Murderess Minds [WT,Aya,Thundy?,Phunkeh?]
Jul 23, 2010 18:14:38 GMT -5
Post by cinder on Jul 23, 2010 18:14:38 GMT -5
They were forming a murderous band of murderesses. That's how the official, Peacekeeper representative had described it to Arcadia. He had not said it in so many words, hadn't even told Cady exactly who he was, but the problem was that he knew exactly who she was. Her and Cadia. She could still feel his sticky, wet breath on her clean neck. It had made her convulge, instinctively draw away from a threat that had over-stepped his boundaries. She had been chilled to the bone by the words, no matter how warm his breath had been in a more literal sense.
"Now, now--don't run," he told Arcadia and Cadia. They had been caught sneaking into District One, it was the first time Cady truly realized how powerful and knowing the Capitol was. "I just want to talk. Put your weapons down." There had been some resistance on the part of Arcadia, Cadia and the small ferret. They had all done some damage before being apprehended. Defeated, they politely resigned themselves to the horror and embarrassment of being hand-cuffed. Both girls did their fair share of damage even after they had their hands linked together behind their backs. It had taken a small army to defeat them. "Girls, that's just what I like about you! Your fighting spirit, its admirable."
Even after they were properly restrained, the attack continued in the form of a stream of words pouring out of both girls mouths. Cady London was impressed by how much swagger Cadia had even chained up by the loathed people. Finally somebody had to silence them, cramming material down their throats. Arcadia was still looking for a way out back then, the Peacekeepers who had caught them wore all-black suits that resembled gang-uniforms. Nobody looked like they worked for the government. Nobody pulled out a gun, everybody fought the street fight. They fought dirty as Arcadia herself did.
Finally the not-so-pleasant man was back, an explanation readied. He explained that the higher authority, the 'people in power' required a few skilled, young assassins. The gist of it was that he was putting together a team of highly qualified ladies to do the dirty-work of the higher authority. Cady felt herself shudder at the thought. She was nobodies Hench-woman, if she had been tied up and gagged, Miss London would have spat in his face. This was before money and safety was offered. Riches untold, the man said. Safety from the authorities as long as they tortured and/or killed only the people they were told to. They had to torture and/or kill these people or face dire consequences. Safety was offered, but if the regular Peacekeepers found and caught them, there was little this man could do to help the girls. No evidence should ever be left behind, the murders should occur in unexpected places at odd hours. They would have some cool gadgets to use, but were not allowed to kill a listed person wit ha sophisticated gun or stun-gun.
The killings were supposed to have been done my a large, wild gang with no actual motive. It was all planned out. Arcadia and Cadia were the first to have been caught by this man, they were offered the job of leading the group. "Joint-leadership isn't all that bad. You could switch off, one day you're is Alpha, the next day you're Beta. You two have such potential, and a bond formed beforehand. We know why you're here. Those Peacekeepers you killed in the woods--they mad mics on them--we sent them after you just to be killed. We've been tracking you, listening to you." The unspoken part of this deal was that they had no choice. The world was being offered to them with death as an alternative. Talk about choices, Arcadia could hardly pick. Death or a posh life? Hmmm....
Anyways, that was there story. Now Arcadia and Cadia were in a perfectly posh apartment, living it up. District Ones diamonds were theirs for the taking, so long as they murdered a few innocent people. All the best for the little murderesses. The clock on the wall was ticking painfully slow, Cady was not sure who was supposed to show up, but they had been told to be home at a certain hour to greet some highly esteemed guest or guests. Not clear on that point either.
Anxiously Cady tapped her foot. Her best bet was that it would be the other girls, the group that would come to be known as the Murderess Band. It was a cheeky name--something that Official, Important Guy had come up with. He had stroked Arcadia's hair when he first told them about the name. "Don't you see? Its brilliant. We'll know its the Murderess Band, but the public will think of you as the Murderous Band. We got a kick out of that name when it first presented itself." He exchanged a glance over his shoulder with some Important Man In A Black Suit, who smiled back. So witty, these people were. Arcadia could hardly stand it, don't ask how she managed not to snicker right alongside them.
Back to this visit. She was not sure how old the other girls were, only that they were all roughly the same age. Districts, names, backgrounds--all classified information, since the last time Cady London had talked to the Important Man. He explained it like this: "Would you like us telling these strangers all about you? We prefer you girls get to know each other like normal people." Yes, because in between assassinating people, they would chat about their assuredly messed up home lives and hobbies. Typical, normal way to get to know each other.
Arcadia risked a glance in Cadia's direction. They were allies, no doubt about that, but she still did not know the girl too well. Strong, tough, a lot like Arcadia in some ways, but they were as different on the inside as they were on the outside. Something about Cadia made Cady want to narrow her eyes and stroke her knife. At least Arcadia had a living, breathing companion. Her male counterpart back at home. He probably thought she was slumming it in the woods. Cady looked down at her expensive outfit, one she could fight in or show up at a casual party in. Definitely not slumming it.
The door opened and Cady rebooted the twisted, but somehow friendly smile on her face. She was important, she had been approached first (or so Mr. Important himself had said) She was dominant, the sort-of-kind-of-Leader of this pack. Cady brought her chin up and banished thoughts of how she had gotten herself into this situation. Now was the time to look into her future, a future of fun in the sun with other young ladies who shared her interests and were no doubt lovely specimens of born-killers. Something shimmered in her dreamy, blue eyes... it was not a particular emotion, more of a feeling deep in her gut. It was something that suggested this was going to be a horribly fun experience for all involved.