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[Dec 23] [Predator] Speak of the Devil
Title: Speak of the Devil
Day/Theme: 23. Do I want to know?
Series: Predator
Character/Pairing: OCs
Rating: PG
“We don’t speak of it,” the woman whispered, averting her eyes. It was hard to say how old she was. She was slim and strong enough to be in her early 20s, but there were gray wisps in her hair and lines around her eyes. Life didn’t have to be long to age a person here.
The investigating officer squinted hard at her, but it was wasted. She kept her own eyes on her hands clutched in her lap.
“Why not?” he finally asked. She swallowed hard.
“They say it passes up the innocent,” she said after a long silence. “That to know of it marks a person as its prey.”
“But you know of it,” he said, leaning over the table. “And it passed you up.” She clenched her hands tight again. “Didn’t it?” he added when she didn’t speak. “Seven gangsters dead and skinned and three of them are missing their heads and yet not a scratch on you.”
“They say…” she began and then stopped. He waited for her to go on this time. “They say it only kills worthy prey. I’m… just the maid.”
“What was worthy about the Threefinger Gang?”
“They were killers too,” she looked at him for a bare second before her eyes trailed down to the holster under his arm. “It is a demon, but an honorable one. It will only kill those with weapons.”
“Weapons or not, it wasn’t much of a fair fight.” He looked down at the pictures in front of him. Flayed bodies hung like hams from the rafters. The gang leader’s body, identified by his missing fingers since his head was gone, was perched in his chair.
“No.” she agreed quietly. She looked at the gun again, and then back to him. There was pity in her too-old eyes now. That startled him as much as anything else he’d seen that day.
“Now you know,” she said. “Now we must both be innocents and pray that the devil will pass us by.”
Day/Theme: 23. Do I want to know?
Series: Predator
Character/Pairing: OCs
Rating: PG
“We don’t speak of it,” the woman whispered, averting her eyes. It was hard to say how old she was. She was slim and strong enough to be in her early 20s, but there were gray wisps in her hair and lines around her eyes. Life didn’t have to be long to age a person here.
The investigating officer squinted hard at her, but it was wasted. She kept her own eyes on her hands clutched in her lap.
“Why not?” he finally asked. She swallowed hard.
“They say it passes up the innocent,” she said after a long silence. “That to know of it marks a person as its prey.”
“But you know of it,” he said, leaning over the table. “And it passed you up.” She clenched her hands tight again. “Didn’t it?” he added when she didn’t speak. “Seven gangsters dead and skinned and three of them are missing their heads and yet not a scratch on you.”
“They say…” she began and then stopped. He waited for her to go on this time. “They say it only kills worthy prey. I’m… just the maid.”
“What was worthy about the Threefinger Gang?”
“They were killers too,” she looked at him for a bare second before her eyes trailed down to the holster under his arm. “It is a demon, but an honorable one. It will only kill those with weapons.”
“Weapons or not, it wasn’t much of a fair fight.” He looked down at the pictures in front of him. Flayed bodies hung like hams from the rafters. The gang leader’s body, identified by his missing fingers since his head was gone, was perched in his chair.
“No.” she agreed quietly. She looked at the gun again, and then back to him. There was pity in her too-old eyes now. That startled him as much as anything else he’d seen that day.
“Now you know,” she said. “Now we must both be innocents and pray that the devil will pass us by.”