Getting away with murder [Kira/open]

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strangled cry of white-hot agony gushed past Shion's lips as Greg the gutter drove an oversized metal fish hook through his shoulder blade. He pulled hard on the chain, which subsequently yanked Shion off of his feet and up toward the factory rafters; causing a heavy spray of fresh dark blood to spatter across the grimy floors. Similarly, specks of red marked the side of Greg's leering lips and his beaded pupils immediately dilated with increasing excitement. Throwing back his head, he belted out a gleeful cackle, though the sound barely compared to Shion’s tortured shrieking.

"I got a big one!" Greg whistled. “A big one I tells ya!”

He skipped around in a dainty circle before stopping beside Shion, who clung desperately to the hook's thick chain in the hopes of taking some of the weight off his shoulder; yet blood continued to squirt from the open wound, and tendons were still being pulled apart like soft taffy. To make matters worse, when Greg seized both of Shion’s feet, it forced him to stop his furious kicking.

“Yes sir, tis a fine catch indeed.” Greg tittered softly as he suddenly twisted the poor boy around in a tight circle, hooting and shrieking. The end of the fishhook ground deep into Shion's shoulder, stirring his flesh thoroughly into a fine pulp. His screams immediately escalated to an inhuman level, and he could no longer keep a firm grip on the chain as the sweat and gore coating his hands made it near impossible.

"Come on then, shed a little tear!" Greg begged him in a high voice, though Shion's only response was to tell the horribly deranged man to 'fuck off.' He didn't like that, not one bit. Jumping back, Greg pointed an accusing finger at Shion, shrieking, "Nasty, wretched language!" He then scurried over to the factory's massive conveyor belt, which had been turned off for the time being, and snatched the pistol Shion frequently carried as an alternative to his tonfas. Greg's intentions were painfully clear; he planned to use that gun. It would be an easy shot too; even a child could hit him! Shion's teeth grit together at the mere thought; he really hated feeling helpless. It was so damaging to his pride not only as a young man, but also as the head chief of police. He was meant to be the one helping the weak and the wronged! Then it dawned on him; Shit. He was going to die. This wasn't supposed to happen! It should have been easy! The case was so simple and direct that Shion should have been able to take care of it without even breaking a sweat!

Gregory Schultz, aka Greg the gutter, was your average, every day serial killer. He liked murdering tall, dark haired women with blue eyes. After gutting his victims, Schultz took out all of their organs and hung them around like Christmas decorations. Nothing special. Yet Shion was stuck to a giant metal fishhook, about to be filled with bullets and there was nothing he could do about it. Nothing.

Closing his eyes, he held on to the hook's chain until his knuckles turned white. He could already hear Greg fiddling with the gun's hammer; pulling it back with a sharp clicking sound. This was it. He was going to die now.

Fuck.

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