We are the Monsters

ng feel

arlier that night - just a couple of hours before her assignmen

The kind of small thing capable of making a person crawl up the wall

ll up to paranoia or instincts - no

day. The annoying feelin

ays the main voice in he

breathing is silent and her body remains immobile; hidden in

calm, they

oftly - still completely qu

ll on it. The steps approaching from further down the alley are getting loude

n't wan

nyway. His steps are already faltering. She hears his breathi

hav

e one in her h

her hand pulling a knife out of the leather belt on her left thigh. She takes a deep brea

rush of adrenaline invades her senses - triggered by the sound of fl

ey hav

ice in her head. They sound

um as her only reply and calmly ma

body. So she takes a few pictures of the man where he lays - throws in a couple of photos of his face for good measure - then takes he

ense of disconnect. She's used to h

n finds herself amused by the fact it's never as romantic as serial-killer movies make it out to be. The rest of the world never really turns silent to gaze upon a kill like that, as if it's som

the reasons Mal notic

cleans up after herself. But this time everything around he

en there are so many new thoughts ringing i

. what I sig

is ready for

s who we ar

ey always have

s her eyes and reaches up for her temple. Her shoulder collides

here, pipes the voice

all her remaining energy into a patheti

f her neck, and then at her si

to inspect the cause of her sudden diz

drag her into a car. All faces are blur

itting closest to her. Mal is vaguely aware th

responds. Their voice is familiar; it's her contract

set up, taunts the vo

anages a quiet snort. Later, should anyone ask, she will say she's surprised at

playdate, the voice

s open but is aware of the fact she has been handcuf

like the other times, this can

or t