As a favor
by Harbinger of Death

HoD sneaks up behind Geminia and looks her over. This one doesn't look familiar. She must be an absentee. Well, anything to keep those ghosts quiet.

He reached around the front of her neck and pulled his sickle across her throat. Blood gushed out and she turned, surprised, to face him.

She labored to say something. "What was that?" he asked, leaning down to hear.

"Th....thanks," she gurgled, thick red liquid oozing from her lips and the gash in her neck.

"No problem," said the Harbinger cheerfully. "Thank your sister."

She nodded as her eyes glazed over and she expired.

Posted on Oct 31 1999, 03:17 PM

back to top