Hell for Hire (Blood and brains)

[Amber]

Amber jogged roughly through the park her black clothing hiding her in the night. She had five grand freshly placed in her bank vault and was looking at another seven grand when she gave a head and four ears from a certain house to her employer. She noticed the address she was passing and jumped to the other side of the stone wall that served as a fence. From there she jumped another fence sideways into her targets yard. She shifted to her puma form and growled at a pair of dogs. Both of them, pampered little foo-foo pets, scampered away whining and leaving twin trails of urine.

She shifted back, continuing forward. She slipped behind a guard. for the sake of safety she slit his throat with her knife. She pulled her Glock our, fixing its silencer to it's muzzle. Time for the really dirty work. She slid up the stairs, noting where the three kids slept. Something tugged inside of her, but she ignored it. She stepped over a cat that, smartly, held still. AS soon as she was down the hallway she heard it take off, running away from it's larger cousin. She entered the master bedroom, checking for guards.

Seeing none she smiled and proceeded forward. She smirked as she looked down at them, the man and his wife. They were curled together in a sleepy embrace. She raised her gun and fired twice, the first bullet pierced the mans skull and brains, the second drilled through the woman's chest. Both died silently, with only a faint click and snap from her gun. She pulled her knife out and began to cut. The blood was still pumping so she had to deal with blood washing her hands and knife.

The woman's head came off, the mans ear followed. She cleaned herself on their clothes, making sure she wouldn't track blood. Then she turned and padded back toward the exit. Her gun at the ready. She slipped into the oldest girls room and almost stopped right there. The girl's room was pink and plastered with pictures. There were drawings and photos, and in the middle of it all was the girl in her bed, a teddy bear clutched in her arms. A covered bird cage sat on the left of her bed, quiet whistles telling Amber that it was a parakeet.

She took a deep breath to stabilize herself and then raised her gun and pulled the trigger. She didn't want to see the girls brains splatter all over her barbie princess pink pillow. She padded forward carefully and cut the girls ear off. The oldest child... Amber almost gagged, she was killing toddlers here practically. This girl was only five or six. She shook herself off. It was money, she was paid to do this.

She left the room quickly, still careful not to trail blood. She killed the other two children just as quickly. The boy was three, the girl was still in diapers. She felt a bit disgusted by all this, but to her a job was a job and money was money. She left her bag by the door and shifted, slipping through and collecting her shells. She never left evidence, and never got caught. She carried them away and then left.

She shifted at the door, stuffing the casing and her trench coat into a separate bag. She then tied the clothing bag to her belt and shifted, picking the 'blood bag' up in her mouth. Her five inch fangs secured the bag and she took off running. She smirked as she ran through the woods at the edge of town. It would take her five hours to get home. With her timing she'd be home two hours before dawn. That gave her four hours to sleep and then two hours to wake up, get ready for her beat and turn her evidence in. She would have smiled if a cougars lips were meant for that. She had this down to a science.

Character: Amber D.
Expecting: Anyone
Words: 680
Plot: I got nothing until Amber meets someone.
Time of Day: 10:00 - 11:00 PM
Notes: Sorry bout the blood and stuff...

[Acez]

ACE
All the right friends in all the wrong places

What did the humans say? Oh yes, a wolf in sheep's clothing. She supposed that the words described what the humans thought of them, them the shifters. Mere animals, hiding in a human's skin. Long ago, that would make Ace sit down and weep, weep for her brother and mother, outcasts among human society.

She shook her head, padding onward. As a hyena, her senses were sharper than a human's, and in the night, the hyena ruled it. Or so she heard. Thoughts of the past were pondered, but rarely. Ace liked happier subjects like stars or future generations. Stars. Dark brown eyes, eyes that belonged to an animal shot to the sky, as they searched for one star in particular. Sirius, the dog star. It was one of the brightest stars in the sky.

She paused, the scent of blood reaching her nose. Instantly, fur shifted into skin. It was unpleasant, as bones shifted spots to make room for bigger organs. Ace didn't have it that bad. John had it the worst. He had was a scarlet macaw, small creatures with lighter bones and shorter spines and new bones for a tail. She had a tail too, but it was the most painful as it shot into her backside. Her tail bones shot out of spine and placed them as skin and fur, striped fur grew on top. She was thankful when the system was over, panting slightly. Usually wrapped up in thoughts, the change was fine. But tonight, with the scent of blood in the air, her thoughts were on one track, instead of their wild and crazy paths. Ace felt the dagger press into her skin, hidden her green vest. She pressed onwards, no longer on fours but two legs. Following blood. Ace hated blood, reminded herself too much of her brother. She shook her head wildly, mildly confused for a second. That was a thought she would never think about. Strictly off limits.

Ace, of course, wasn't her real name. It was Taye Montgomery, but she had given that up a long time ago. She always went by Ace now. Fear tightened in her stomach, as she swallowed, jogging lightly. Fear, similiar in taste like the time she saw John with the black eye, like the time.. no.. that thought was off-limits. Like the time the Store-owner asked for her name. She exhaled, a little shaken. Get a grip She snapped to herself, and Ace continued, wondering why there was blood.