Wednesday, 1 August 2012
Bedlam: Kirsten the Killer?
Shaking herself from her reverie, she spit blood from her mouth, disgusted and elated by the coppery taste of a dead mans vitae in her mouth, and slid across the table.
With her man obviously (and messily dead) and the leader immobile, the boys could handle the third man. She made for the door, intending to prevent the arrival of any reinforcements who may have heard the noise of the engagement, when she stopped in horror. The first man -the one she'd shot- was down. But he could still scream or call out. Hating herself for what she was about to do, she closed on him with murder in her eyes and swung her blade!